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Roleplay => Diplomacy and Events => Topic started by: Libby on October 29, 2017, 08:15:52 PM

Title: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on October 29, 2017, 08:15:52 PM

OOC thread here here (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=421.msg2651#msg2651)

The Island of The Goddess (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=97.msg2649#msg2649) was a place of highly mixed emotions at the moment. There was of course the annual "Ball" period going on within the nation and the teenage girls who lived on the island always looked forward to that, but this year there was the tragedy of the Queen's condition and alongside that some excitement about the selection of a new Queen potentially coming at anytime. For the Lodjains who lived on the island it was difficult enough but to those handful of outsiders who had taken up residence as Ambassadors to the Queen's court it must have been even more confusing. The various Ministers of the Conclave were busy trying to keep the Kingdom running smoothly while at the same time trying to work out whether they actually had the authority to do what they were planning. In the past few days there had been more than one serious arguement between senior and junior ministers over differences of opinion. One of those was presently going on between Duke Maxim Schnoor (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg509#msg509), the minister of Home Affairs and a junior. "We don't need those buffons in the Intelligence Service wandering around the Palace." they were once more discussing the investigation into the Queen's attempted murder. The arguement ended when Maxim slammed his junior's office door and began storming his way down the corridor.

Sat on one of the window seats as Maxim stormed past was Katyusha Andronikashivili (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg2745#msg2745), one of the four girls being considered for the throne should Viktoriya die. She raised her head from her book as the man walked past, she considered whether she should stand and bow, after all the man was a Duke, but then part of her said she should just ignore him because she was potentially picked by Sessifet while this man clearly wasn't. She shook her head with a rye smile as she heard him swearing under his breath as he continued up the corridor. Katyusha picked her feet up and sat leaning with her back against the cold smooth stone wall with her feet stretched out touching the wall at the opposite side of the arch window. She watched the sea beneath her the salty smell of the churning ocean filling her nose. It was a peaceful place and she thought it the perfect place to enjoy her poetry book.

Beneath her on one of the rocky shorelines she could make out someone walking along keepin her balance on the rocks that formed little pools. Nataliya Kozel (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg2746#msg2746) had got bored of the room that she had been given. It was an amazing room, lavish soft furnishings, beautiful artworks and if she picked up a phone people brought her anything she wanted, but it wasn't the fresh air that she loved so much. She'd found a path down to this set of rocks and now strolled from rock pool to rock pool looking at what was trapped in, a few fish, shells, in one a tiny octopuss. She took note of the tide beginning to change and rather than heading back up the tiny rock path that took to the top of the Islands rock took her towards the harbour. She noted a loud gathering in the tiny bar that the plebs who lived on the island but ignored it as after all it wasn't her domain.

Inside the little bar Tatiana Kohut (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg2748#msg2748) was having a whale of a time, her security escort however stood by the door looking rather stiff. Tatiana had been out watching the boats coming in on the Saturday afternoon run and had heard music. She had instinctively headed in and found a greyhaird old man sat playing a fiddle while another had a small drum, the place had stopped and glanced at her momentarily. "Hiya" she said rather nervoulsy waving awkwardly at everyone, she took a deep breath walked up to bar and ordered a soft drink. The music began again and now ten minutes later she'd got four of five of the locals up teaching them various dances.

The sound of the raucious music from down below drifted over the houses that formed the community who lived on the island and up to the front lawn of the palace. Many of the noble girls who lived with family on the island where busily doing each others make up and hair ready for a ball that was going to take place on the mainland, Arina Pasternak (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg2747#msg2747) would normally have been getting excited for it herself. She loved things like balls however with the current situation she was in she'd been forbidden, instead she was enjoying the sun, she'd brought a large sheet from her room and lay topping up her tan surrounded by bowls of fresh fruit and a giant jug of iced tea. A few of the other girls came over occasionally and asked for her advice and she did her best to be diplomatic aware that these balls where the place many young girls found their first husband.

All in all it was a nice quiet Saturday afternoon apart from the sound of Maxim Schnoor slamming his own office door.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on October 29, 2017, 09:30:14 PM

A distinguished gentleman who seemed to be in his early 60s, dressed in the sumptuous red robes of his calibre, was kneeling in front of a large cruxifix that was hanging from his room as well as in front of an altar dedicated to the Virgin Mary ,praying the rosary as he was holding one himself; Rosary beads help Catholics count their prayers. More importantly, Catholics pray the rosary as a means of entreaty to ask God for a special favor, such as helping a loved one recover from an illness, or to thank God for blessings received — a new baby, a new job, a new moon. This man was Cardinal Émile Fava, Archbishop of Ravonne and the newly appointed Apostolic Nuncio to Lodja, from the illustrious and wealthy Fava Family whose origins still remain to be sort of a mystery; it was unusual actually that a Fava member decided to seek the line of clergy work, even his own relatives couldn't at first understand why but the realization that it could mean even more family influence in the world of the ecclesiastical domain brought a strong allure...

Cardinal Fava, who was a secret Bene Gesserit faithful, actually prayed to his own natural, God, Gods, whatever one believed in, thanking the divinity for granting his family the absolute fortunes and luck during all these years they've been in ES, founding one company after the other as if it were to be a piece of cake without any efforts at all even though it meant actually good business sense and skills which was already imbedded in the family itself. He also thanked further the dvinity that his family now controlled the province of Ravonne, as they already controlled it indirectly by having all of their companies there as their social sieges, add to the fact that it was through him that he controlled the province's Archbishopric, a title he truly cared much attention to, as well as becoming a Cardinal, sure he wouldn't probably see the day he would become Pope but the prestige and honor it brought for himself and his family...it further strengthened the Church's cooperation with the Favas.

After 30 minutes of rosary praying, he quickly knelt, crossed himself, and put his hands together right before leaving his room - it was time to take a breather and further medidate out in the castle grounds. Cardinal Fava shut and locked the door; one could never truly trust everyone these days even though the company in which was residing seemed to be dependable enough. He looked at the key once more, still comprehending that he managed to get a spot in this exclusive location, letting off a little smile, before putting it in his pocket. He was wearing the traditional Cardinal outfit, a beautiful and impressive reddish color which truly shined bright when the sunlight was being focused on. The Cardinal never got tired by the interior of the palace, as the exterior looked just any regular one he visited, but this "Palace of the Goddess" was something of an eye breaker, the architects and builders who crafted this master piece must've been payed a hefty price for this to see completion; colors, tiles and symbols of all types and creeds were layed out for the visitors to spectate and take impression from, which meant that one would never ever forget these moments.

As the Cardinal was strolling by, he himself like many residents of this ancient palace, heard a large bang as if someone were to slam a door, indicating anger, distress, irritation. The foot steps of this other individual began quite faintly but became stronger and stronger as Fava walked towards the sound and it was clear that the foot steps were heading towards him. After a while he managed to meet this individual half-way from where he came from - It was Duke Maxim Schnoor, the Minister of Home Affairs, and he did indeed look in a pretty bad mood. Fava didn't really care too much about the inner politics of Lodja, well it was truly a shame that the Queen was now declared brain dead no hope was really there for her anymore and now you got four candidates within the palace grounds, God knows what their activites are and where they are now...even though he was merely there to represent his holiness Pope Peter II, this could be a golden opportunity to spark a candle so to say, ES and Lodjain relations becoming stronger and what it could mean for both countries, well he was about to embark on that exciting journey....

"Something on your mind Duke Schnoor, you look like as if someone dear cheated on you or something...?" he began, trying to begin a conversation if the Duke didn't decide to simply ignore him and continue to wander off, cursing whatever came to his mind.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Cool101jr on October 30, 2017, 04:08:09 PM

Aliana was beside herself looking in the mirror at what she was wearing. Back in Revana in her secretarial duties, she never really had to worry about what she wore as long as it was professional, but now she had to present an image, represent Revana in a professional manner that made a statement, and she was lost. She glanced back over her current outfit, a tight fitting strapless red blouse and a pair of black jeans, with boots coming up just under her knees and nodded, satisfied with the outfit and hoping it was good enough. She made her way to the door, muting her phone to assure that there was no way she would be bothered as she made her way around the palace. She took a deep breath and shut and locked the door behind her, departing to see what she could see.

As she walked around the palace, she looked in awe at the design of the building, taking note for future artworks, when she swore she heard music in the distance as she passed by a window. Leaning outside, she could tell it wasn't in the palace and she knew she needed to find the source. She made her way outside, and down the winding paths down the hill, following the sound until she reached the source, a tiny bar on the harbor. Entering the bar, she saw a young girl teaching some of the locals a dance, while some security guys stood next to the door, not looking too happy. She thought hard for a second until she finally realized who this girl was.

"One of the Queen Candidates. This would be a perfect opportunity to build relations and make some moves, plus she looks fun so this could also be a friend here in Lodja." She thought to herself. She made her way through the crowd until she was next to Tatiana, and started following the dance moves that were being taught. She wasn't a bad dancer, but she wasn't the most graceful out there. She smiled up at Tatiana once she got into a groove, not telling the Candidate who she was yet, hoping to better get to know the girl better without her knowing that she was an ambassador.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on October 31, 2017, 12:56:17 AM

"Where do you want this box?" Zoe Silvermist (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=49.msg650#msg650) asked, she was helping her younger sister who was to be the Achkaerinese ambassador move in to her rooms at the Palace "You've got a heck of a view. Right out over the ocean."
"Just as long as I can see my car I don't really mind." came the response.
"Well you've got no issues there." Zoe said "That bolt from the blue of yours is clearly in view."

The Achkaerinese ambassador was Zoe's younger sister Emalet Silvermist (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=49.msg964#msg964), she was young, she was a lover of the water and literature and she was sporty, she'd played football at amateur level and had recently taken up boxing and kickboxing as evidenced by the punching bag that hung in the corner of the room now. She brushed at her blonde hair as she finished placing books on shelves, she had one distinctive feature - her left eye did not match her right eye, her left eye looked like it had a star in it.
"Thanks for helping." Emalet said when they'd finished the unpacking
"How could I not?" Zoe said "Now you sure you'll be ok?"
"I'll be fine." Emalet said
"Ok see you Stardust." Zoe said, this was a nickname she had for Emalet. She hugged her sister and left soon after.

Emalet had already scoped her room out when she'd first arrived but now it felt a lot bigger than it had before that was probably down to her being on her own now. She knew the situation in Lodja was delicate to say the least she'd been in several meetings at the Marble Palace prior to heading out to Lodja, there had been a few things of interest and a few concerns Emperor Peter counted Lodja as a friend and viewed Queen Viktoriya as such but the present situation indicated that things were likely changing, still Emalet had to be the eyes and ears of Achkaerin within the Palace walls, the four potential future Queen's of Lodja were on the island getting to know them was the immediate plan, it helped that she was their age. Deciding then that she could squeeze in her afternoon run at the same time she headed off on a wander as her mother would put it.

She changed into a red sleeveless top and black shorts and set off heading for the outdoors she was still inside and still looking for the way out when she laid eyes on potential Queen number one - Katyusha Andronikashivili. Emalet stopped in her tracks this was unexpected but also quite a pleasant surprise. She read the title of the book, poetry wasn't really her thing she preferred a good novel still it was something to work with.
"Can't say I've heard of that author." Emalet said "Any good?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Arda Tuluva on October 31, 2017, 08:25:13 PM

Nessanië had arrived at the Lodjan Court a few days prior and had taken the time to settle in. She had presented her credentials to Lord Besarian who accepted Arda Tuluva's new ambassador.

Her lavish rooms were redecorated with a more Arda Tuluvan flare: artwork was hung, vases and beautifully designed paper screens, common among the Arda Tuluvan aristocracy, were set about. The Princess' rooms were rearranged and everything - everything - was methodically set in its "proper" place to maximize the harmonisation and appease the omens.

At the eastern wall a shrine was erected to the Autárimë Empress: an ornate golden plague with the Empress' holy name enshrined, candles at either side and a phoenix banner hanging behind it. Each morning the Princess would prostrate before the shrine, lite insence and recite the devotion.

It was afternoon and the Marquesa Yávien found herself aimlessly wandering the corridors of the palace. Her loyal servant and ómari, Ayane, walked quietly to her mistress' right a pace behind. Usually she would would be followed then by a host of servants holding standards. But the Princess had decided that while within three Palace of the Goddess that tradition hall be dispensed with; save for official situations.

The Arda Tuluvans passed by the Papal Nuncio, Cardinal Emile Fava, after he had left his room. The two exchanged pleasantries and made some small talk before they departed from one another. The Catholic Cardinal, from her understanding, comes from a recently ennobled family in the Ecclesiastical State. Not that is truly mattered to Nessanië, he was a cardinal; a prince of the Church. In a very strange way Nessanië felt almost a kinship towards Cardinal Fava. He, like many in the Arda Tuluvan Grand Secretariat, rose to their high station through intellect and merit. Well. He was a Catholic, so more than likely his schemes and machinations played an integral part. But that also needed vast amount of intelligence and cunning. She decided that she would inquire further into him at later time.

Because of the nature of the new relations between Lodja and Arda Tuluva, Nessanië knew her post was - in part - granted to her because of her station, because of her link to the Imperial Clan. But it was also due to her own merit and achievments within the Grand Secretariat.

The Marquesa Yávien continued her aimless journey around the palace corridors taking turns at random. She did want to learn the layout of the Palace, so this random stoll would be good for the memory.

A few meters ahead two ladies were engaged in conversation. One sitting in a window sill, the other standing.

A canidate, Lady Katyusha with Lady Emalet of Achkaerin. Ayane signed to Nessanië, answering her inquiry.

"Good day, Your Grace. Lady Emalet. Peace and blessings upon you both." The Arda Tuluvan Ambasaador said as she bowed her head politely to them both as she continued on not wishing to intrude on their conversation.

The Princess eventually found herself at the courtyard. Ayane singed that that was another candidate for the Crown, Lady Arina Pasternak.

She decided hat they woukd meet with this potential futire Queen. Nessanië's ómari was about to make the proper formal introductions, but was halted by the Princess. After all, Arina was a selectee of the Goddess and could one day be Queen far out ranking Nessanië. Caution, civility, and propriety was advised.

"A good afternoon, Lady Arina." Nessanië said with a bow of the head, her hair ornaments chiming softly. "I am Princess Nessanië of Arda Tuluva. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I would be honored if I might join Her Lady ship?"

Nessanië was given permission to join, so she lowered herself with poise seating herself comfortably on her knees, Ayane quickly went to work arranging her silken garments so that they would not wrinkle. Nessanië gracefully unfurled her blue lacquered ivory fan with a whooshing sound.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Lakhzovia on November 05, 2017, 06:10:25 PM

Prince Fiodor was taking one of his long aimless walks around the perimeter of the Palace grounds something he had made a habit of since arriving at his new posting in Lodja. He had been avoiding people as if refusing to engage would somehow change his current predicament really when he thought about it he knew that he was just sulking, but he reasoned he was fully entitled to given he had been effectively exiled from the Rhandic Court. It was this simmering resentment at having been cut out of the political picture of the Kingdom, and particularly the men responsible for this that preoccupied almost his every thought.

Having descended a number of the terraces leading down to the waters edge he became aware of a figure skipping from rock to rock a short distance away, as he approached he was overcome by surprise when he recognised it to be one of the candidates for Queen, he rummaged through his mind for a name: Nataliya Kozel, that was it. From his briefs he knew that she was the daughter of one of the Lodjan Ambassadors to the Iwi.

He watched as she made her way along the shore towards the islands harbour. Finding himself with little else to do and with his curiosity piqued about the rather un-regal nature of the girl's behaviour he decided towards the harbour himself hoping to head her off by a shorter path.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on November 08, 2017, 10:22:24 PM

OOC- FOr notice so far Queen Viktoriya has not died.

TYP

"Something on your mind Duke Schnoor, you look like as if someone dear cheated on you or something...?" he began, trying to begin a conversation if the Duke didn't decide to simply ignore him and continue to wander off, cursing whatever came to his mind.

Maxim was about to snarl at the mans ridiculous statement and then spotted it was an ambassador, while she may be in hospital Viktoriya had been very clear when she first proposed this scheme, these foreign representatives were to be treated with the utmost respect at all times. He managed to bite his tongue before the barbed words left, after all it just showed the man's ignorance of Lodjain culture, affairs were common and seldom did people worry about it, after all the Goddess emphasised love above all and one should deny love or the same coins reverse, lust. "I assume you know how heated matters of state can be." Maxim said as calmly as he could instead of what he would have liked to say. He examined the man for a moment, his mind tracing through the list of names of these ambassadors, "Cardinal Émile Fava I believe" Maxim slid the folder he was carrying from his right arm to his left and extended a hand. "I don't think we've yet shared a conversation." he turned and began walking waiting for the foreigners to move with him. "Is perhaps our meeting by chance or did you have something on your mind"

Cool101jr

The new girl who appeared at the side of Tatiana was clearly new, one thing Lodjains did well was dance, it was almost a courtship ritual and while not all where as proficent as Tatiana most could string the basic moves that formed most traditional dances together, this woman couldn't. Tatiana wondered if perhaps it was some sort of joke, she said nothing at first just continuing to move effortlessly with the music, each footfall as silent as a cats. To anyone watching it would seem that each movement had a purpose, pre-planned and strict, however in Tatiana's mind the moves came flowing in the same way a river goes down stream, it allowed her mind to think. This girl couldn't dance the Lodjain style and seeing as the only foreigners still on the Island were King David of East Moreland or the newly arrived ambassadors this must be one of them, she cursed herself that she didn't know which one. It was then she paniced, what if this was part of their tests, send some foreign dignitary to come and meet her in a setting that they knew she probably shouldn't be in. She began considering what she should do as she sensed the girls eyes following her, she had no idea what to do after all she was no diplomat. The music began to slow as the song began to reach its end. She twirled one last time purposely stopping herself to face the visitor. "Hello ambassador" she said with a smile figuring the generic greeting was probably the best solution. "I think perhaps this isn't the most suitable venues for a foreign noble" she explained, "The plebs tend to not get many guests from nobility, especially foreign ones, its just not the done thing" she was trying to cover herself for incase this was a test.

Tatiana walked over to the man with a fiddle and whispered in his ear taking a small coin from her pocket and handing it him. He began playing a more uptempo folk song and Tatiana took hold of Aliana hand and set her next to her, "Can you dance and talk?" the young girl chuckled as she began slowly going through some steps as the rest of the bar just danced knowing the local tune.

Achkaerin

Katyusha Andronikashivili turned to face the voice recognising it as not being a Lodjain. She put her feet back onto the stone floor and then for some reason she couldn't fathem turned to read the front cover of her own book, she'd been reading it for a good hour and so the authors name was not a mystery to her. "Oh, Grigor Tomasovic" she read the name, "He's one of the former Queen's Palace poets, there are usually four or five of them in residence, Tomasovic being the youngest of Queen Sonja's, he still lives on the island......I think, I mean with all thats going on they've taken many people back to the mainland. He was one, I hope they let him back" Katyusha loved his work and the 40 year old was rather a handsome man, she had a slight crush on him and fully intended if picked to be Queen make him one of her Palace poets. "Do you like poetry......." she tried to remember the girls name as she patted the now empty space next to her on the window seat. "I'm sorry, I know your an ambassador but I have no idea who you are" she blushed, "That's terrible isn't it" she said nervously. "Anyway I'm Katyusha Andronikashivili, its a mouthful I know" she extended a dienty hand, "So poetry, yes or no?" she asked.

Arda Tuluva

Arina paniced, she hadn't expected anyone to come over, she'd purposely isolated herself so she could work on her tan a little, after all she was having meetings with various members of the Conclave tommorrow and she wanted to look her best. She had even planned to have a make up artist brought over in the morning to make sure she was perfection. Now she was a little annoyed, she then realised this woman wasn't Lodjian, it was obvious the attendent, the dress, the fan, she must be from Arda Tuluva. Arina's mind began trying to retrace its way through the names of the various ambassadors they'd been told were coming to the Island, she began quickly trying to remember this one, "Princess Nessanië" the name came quickly. Instantly Arina's attitude seemed to change from one of annoyance to one of interest, after all this was a royal of some sort, something she hoped to obtain for herself and her family in turn, it wouldn't therefore do to risk upsetting her just in case she ran to tell the Conclave.

"Its an honour to meet you Your Highness" Arina said wondering exactly how you struck up a conversation with someone from Arda Tuluva, she knew of course the nation were friends of theirs and if she became Queen she'd be somehow entitled there too. Her father had made her learn all about the Queen's role when she was first nominated as a potential Queen and now she cast her mind back to those lessons. "Perhaps Your Highness could enlighten me" she got off her back and sat crossed legged on the floor as though about to start meditating, "I know Queen Viktoriya was granted the title Grand Cordon of the Supreme Order of the Phoenix by your Empress, what exactly does this mean?" she asked the question hoping in equal measure she didn't seem ignorant or that it was some kind of test in this conversation.

Lakhzovia

Nataliya had just finished watching a small octopuss caught in a pool battle a crab, the crab had managed to scurry away and had disappeared into another crevice, probably thanking Sessifet for its safety. The thought made Nataliya almost miss the man in front of her and the two nearly bumped into each other. " Sorry Your Highness" she said quickly as she recognised the man. Her father being a diplomat himself he'd made his daughters learn all about the various families of prominence in Mundus. She knew little other than the face and the name but she figured if this was part of some test then at least she'd probably past the first hurdle. "I must say I didn't expect to meet royalty down here" she smiled, "I apologise I'm not exactly dressed for a meeting with someone of such high esteem." she theatrically curtseyed holding the sides of her shorts as she did. She zipped up her track top under which she'd been wearing a mid drift exposing t-shirt of some band she liked, she shifted uneasily after all she was right, she didn't look much like a noble herself. "May I ask what brings you out of the Palace?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on November 09, 2017, 03:31:41 PM

The Cardinal began to chuckle a lil'. "I apologise for such an perceived utterly ridiculous question hahaha, our nations' views when it comes to frivoulous matters such as affairs and lust differ considerably, I just wanted to make sure I gained your attention well enough." he said while shaing his hand, "Please we cn continue our walks together, I didn't really have a planned route in this gigantic castle, might as well follow you I suppose". With that said, the Cardinal and Duke began to have conversations about anything in general, from their busy lives to world events that seemed to affect them all. "I'm deeply sorry about the state of your Queen, such a befallen tragedy should never occur to anyone as good hearted and pure like Viktoriya". An exageration perhaps, Viktoriya wasn't probably as pure as many would think of her at least within the inner circles in this pagan country, but Fava wanted to be the same side and appease as much as possible.

"One of these four beautiful women will surely make worthy heirs to the throne if the inevitable thus happen, I would like to get to know them as well, although I came to you really since you do hold some significant influence am I right, Minister of Home affairs if I don't remember wrongly? ES and Lodja have throughout the centuries improved relations and cooperated on a few events, such as the silly Pirate Wars that threatened the existence of effective trade routs, a vital economic section for Albion and our economies in general. On behalf of his holiness Pope Peter II, I'm proposing that a treaty shall be signed and ratified between our great nations, and together we shall prosper gloriously together for the centuries to come!" Fava was also referncing to the treaty that was signed between AT and Lodja, as there was also something going on between AT and ES too, the plan was that the 3 string countries of Albion would be examples of beacons of civilications and advancement of life force.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Weremark on November 10, 2017, 01:39:06 PM

It was around the first inkling of the sun's downward trajectory that a new boat arrived at the Island of the Goddess. Among the others which disembarked was a large man of Nordic appearance, carrying a sleek sable suitcase; he wore a black suit with green tie, though they were barely through the grey double-breasted trench-coat he wore, which appeared to be from a uniform.

Not that Berengar Wulfaric was particularly in a hurry, but nevertheless did he head up to the palace briskly. In keeping up with appearances he had earlier developed for putting on a show for his troops, he reached the entrance with a lit cigar in his mouth, which he promptly stomped out half-burnt. He carried with him a crumpled white post-it note, upon which was scribbled the floor and room number at which he would be staying.

The balance was what his father had told him about almost eighteen years prior, the balance of confidence. He couldn't act as he owned the place in a foreign ambassadorial situation, because he didn't; this wasn't the Sutmarkhast. He also couldn't act so meek as to slip through inconsequentially, especially at such a critical time of political expansion for Weremark.

It was his perceived mastery of this balance as earlier ambassador to Wahland that landed him this rather brisk reassignment to Lodja, and it would hopefully ring true. He did have a current problem however, and that was that the door to the room number he'd so hastily scribbled on the back of a post-it note seemed to be locked. Thinking he may have perhaps gotten the wrong room, he delivered a couple of swift knocks on the door, which echoed through the halls of the palace, but out came no response. He elected to wait, if for only a moment, and listen for the sounds of the place. Someone could easily turn up and let him in.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Cool101jr on November 11, 2017, 12:52:30 AM

Aliana chuckled as she began following Tatiana's movements. It seems she was found out easily, and after looking around the room she figured it out, she wasn't nearly as good at dancing as everybody else, so she did stick out.

"I was hoping you wouldn't know that I was an ambassador, My lady. I am Aliana Bartrove, ambassador from Revana. I actually had no idea you were in hear when I came, I just heard the music. I am far more comfortable here in this bar then I am up in the castle." She said with another chuckle. "My sister has always been the "proper lady" type while I am more... I guess laid back. Anyway, once I saw you were here, I wanted to get to know you before telling you I was some "big foreign dignitary." I wanted to know who you are, not who you act like in front of nobles. That sounded bad, I didn't mean you were two faced, just from my experience, once someone know you're nobility, they start to act differently."

Aliana stopped talking for a moment and blushed. She had begun rambling on, her nerves getting to her. She had never been some foreign dignitary tasked with building important relations and now that she was talking to someone important she was terrified, and when she gets terrified she rambles.

"I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I do that sometimes. What brings you down here?" She asked.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on November 11, 2017, 11:11:23 PM

TYP

Maxim shook his head at the Cardinals suggestion, "Look I'm sorry Cardinal" he began, "You see while I may personally think such a proposal is a good idea, its been too long since we formalised relations with Albion, but the problem is we can't sign" he paused for a moment, "Let me explain, you see their is only one person who can give agreement to a treaty, and that is the Goddess Sessifet, as such we need a Queens approval for such a document. Now seeing as we are unlikely to get a Queen's signature for quiet some time I don't really know what we can do." he shrugged. "As for getting to know the candidates for potential Queens that is something you will get a chance to this evening" he reached inside his folder and removed a thick waxy envelope. "This evening we are having a formal ball, its a tradition for those girls on the edge of womanhood, mainly to find potential husbands, but tonight its also to welcome the new ambassadors. We shall dine beforehand so bring an appetite, I can arrange for you to be seated next to one of the candidates so if you have a preference let me know." he handed over the envelope.

Weremark

Anna Utkin (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg511#msg511) had been enjoying a quiet moment or two with her latest book when the sound of loud banging on a door began. The Palace was usually a rather serene place, not something she totally felt comfortable with but it usually indicated something was going on. The sound came again and this time she carefully placed the book mark in her book and got off her bed walking over to her own door. As the least high ranking noble on the Conclave that meant she had been given the room at the far end of the Conclaves Suites and thus closest to the ambassadors. She peered out of the door and looked left and right before seeing a man tussling with a door.

She closed her own and walked over. "Mr. Wulfaric" Anna recognised the man, she made it her business to know everyone and had developed a very good memory for faces and names. "It seems your attacking that poor unfortuante door" she smiled as she motioned for him to step aside, she took his key and placed a foot squarely at the base and pulled the door towards her, the iron key in the lock she smartly turned anti clockwise and the old mechanism snapped neatly out the lock. "Its an ancient technique" she teased as she handed the man his key back. "It appears we shall be neighbours" she offered a hand, "Anna Utkin Minister of Social Affairs and Royal Representative of the Plebs, etc etc, I simply prefer Anna" she stepped aside allowing him to enter his new room. "No one's used these suites regularly for about two years now, you may want to give it a good airing before you move in."

Cool101jr

Tatiana could empathise with Aliana, she wasn't keen on the whole responsibility that came from being a noble but knew that it was part of her future, even if not selected as the next Queen. She would have prefered to just wander off and join the ballet, or some other dance group, that was when she truly felt free. "I personally just found it awkward in the Palace, I mean to be where the Queen was....well...." there was genuine sadness in her voice, the whole nation felt upset by the tragedy, after all this was their Goddesses Guardian, a woman hand picked to guide them on behalf of the wonderous Sessifet. "anyway it just doesn't seem right us being there and people trying to continue as though nothing has happened, I mean like tonight some banquet and ball, why? The Queen should be there and instead she's lying in a hospital bed" Tatiana blinked away tears in her eyes "I just wanted some fresh air, and well ended up in here" she laughed as she bumped into one of the other youngsters dancing, the two simply chuckled and bounced off each other continuing on their way. The song finished and Tatiana felt warm, she'd been dancing pretty much non stop for an hour and so headed for the door picking up her hoodie on the way. "You want to walk back" she asked as she stepped outside, "You can tell me about your first impressions of the country"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Weremark on November 12, 2017, 04:06:35 AM

A voice in the hall, which echoed slightly, was enough to bring the Werman's attention away from the door he had rather nonchalantly given a few good bangs. "Indeed I am," he nodded at the comparatively short woman, watching her retrieve a key. "I'm afraid the military taught me to prefer my way." he shrugged, smiling slightly at her biting sarcasm. He peered at her briefly, watching her talk as she introduced herself. "Aha, yes indeed. Representing the plebs? Are you a noble?" he asked, the tone of his voice friendly. "Not to be, er, classist or anything of the sort, I've just heard of the rather...esteemed population of this here isle, of which I am sure you know better than I.," he said with a shrug, shaking the hand in front of him. "A pleasure to meet you, Anna. Indeed I am Mr. Wulfaric, though you may call me by whichever title or shortening of my name you please. Or, General, since I suppose that's the equivalent of my military rank."

He stepped into the room, dragging his suitcase in after him before making room for Anna to join him if she saw fit. The place had a musky smell about it, not unlike that of some of the lower recesses of his home castle, or perhaps most similar to the broom closets at the Royal Palace in Hailia. Either way, it was old, and in a homely sense. "Two years isn't so long, in terms of history. Just as long as no-one's died in this room in that timeframe," he chuckled darkly, remembering an anecdote he had been told about a woman who'd died in her Jylhaven apartment and not been discovered for two years.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Lakhzovia on November 12, 2017, 01:29:56 PM

To Fiodor's mild amusement the girl clearly preoccupied in the contents of one of the tide pools nearly bumped into him. Clearly recognising him she seemed overcome with a fit of social discomfort zipping up her jacket to cover her exposed mid rift before striking upon the tactic of moving the focus off of herself "May I ask what brings you out of the Palace?" she asked.

"Ah now that is not the real question is it?" he said theatrically "The real question is why am I in the Palace to begin with? Incidentally the answer to both questions is the same in that my post here was the product of a power struggle in the Rhandic Court, one I happened to lose. However not being one to allow my spirit to be broken I make a point of refusing to remain within the confines of the gilded prison they have picked for me as ambassador to Lodja, therefore I have taken to avoiding my duties in so far as they exist; the fact that this has drawn no protest from Ardiapur speaks volumes as to the true nature of my posting wouldn't you say?" He thought to himself for a moment, this girl could potentially be the future Queen, perhaps it would be wise to gain her favour and describing her potential future home as a prison may not be the best way in which to do so. "Of course when I so describe the palace it is purely from the perspective of one who is used to having the freedom of movement between his own residences and the full pleasures of the Ardiapur cultural life, by sending me to a place of confinement in an alien land my enemies have taken that freedom from me. But perhaps I speak too much of myself, I am sure your future Majesty does not wish to hear an old foreign prince prattling on about his passive-aggressive habits.

Anyhow having thoroughly bored you perhaps you would do me the reciprocal favour and tell me what you are doing out here all alone?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Cool101jr on November 14, 2017, 01:32:07 AM

As Tatiana talked about the Queen, Aliana nodded knowing how she felt in a way.

"When Commandant Wesley was assassinated, I could hardly walk around the Palace without crying. Revana knows how it feels to suddenly lose a ruler, especially one so dear to the people." Aliana said, also tearing up a bit. She followed Tatiana to the door. "I'd love to walk back with you."

As they walked back Aliana looked around at the sights she had missed on the way to the bar. "Your nation is beautiful, what amount of it I've seen, and your religion is somewhat familiar, compared to Revana's. In Revana, we believe that the King, or Supreme Commandant, is the embodiment of God, and when he passes away, the spirit of God is passed down to his son, thus keeping God pure and alive. Somewhat similar, at least to me, to Lodja's religion and Sessifet." Aliana explained, examining at an image of Sessifet as they passed by it.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on November 14, 2017, 09:30:53 AM

Cardinal Fava's mood became more positive as he reached for the envelope containing the candidates for potential Queens, oh wow he thought when he opened it, such gem stones of ladies. "Hehe Duke Schnoor I must say that they're truly out of this world when it comes to their outer beauty, so much so that they've already dazzled me, blocked my ability to make some good judgement about them. What I suggest is this *hands back envelope* just put me next to the woman whom you find would match not only me but ES, I certainly hope that this little request of mine isn't too hard to decipher, but if I could give you a little hint...beauty and brains, those can't be mutually exclusive according to my book...and his holiness' haha...Well now that's settled if you wouldn't mind I'll follow you to your final destination so that we may talk some more before I'll try to find a few more of my diplomatic comrades..."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on November 14, 2017, 07:07:32 PM

"Emalet Silvermist." Emalet said sitting down next to Katyusha "But my friends call me Stardust, for obvious reasons." she indicated her eye "Honestly I think that like every written work it depends on the author. Some poets are good, some are bad. Do I like poetry - yes it may sound weird but I find playing audio transcripts of poems helps focus my mind when I'm taking exercise and I find poetry quite meditative as well, there's just something about being able to lose yourself in the conjured imagery of a field of flowers or a cherry orchard. Though I must admit I do tend towards novels more."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on November 19, 2017, 10:11:17 PM

To Weremark

Anna laughed at Wulfaric's question, "I'm possibly one of the few exceptions to Lodjain social norms, I was born a pleb, my husband Sam however was a man who was more interested in my appearence than my ancestory, we began an affair and we married soon after, so I suppose I married into nobility. Sadly he died three years later and so I inherited his land and titles, I've never however forgot the fact that I'm not like other nobles, I was never born into this life. So for the last ten years I've tried to use my good fortune to honour his memory and help other Plebs as best I can, it seems that was enough qualification for my Queen to give me this job." she shrugged her shoulders.

"As for the suite, chances are someone has died in it, I mean its several hundred years old and this island did have the habit of occasionally getting cholera outbreaks back in the day, new plumbing has sorted that though, but some say you can spot the odd ghost on the corridor in an evening....if you believe that kind of thing" she smiled. She began heading for the door and stopped, "I'm sure your aware but tonight is a Royal Ball, its a tradition in Lodja that the various nobles host balls at this point of the year, mainly for young girls aged 16-18 to be introduced to high society, find a husband, that kind of thing. Tonights was due to be cancelled all things considered but it wasn't because it would be a chance to witness our candidates for Queen in a social setting. You of course invited, formal attire, dinner is at 7pm, dancing begins at 8pm until generally midnight." she closed the door behind her and headed back to her room to prepare, she wasn't a big fan of balls but it was considered a duty of the job.

To Lakhzovia

Nataliya didn't know if she should be offended, the Isle of the Goddess and the Palace it was home to was the centre of her faith, the centre of the Lodjain world and this man called it a prison. She wondered if she should challenge him but bit her tongue waiting for him to finish speaking. "Ambassador I should point out the Isle is the centre of Lodjain social life, more goes on here than in any city or town dotted across the Queendom, anyone who is anyone wants to get here and experience the rich social life here. I mean everyday they have some kind of event, guests coming from around the world and the balls....the envy of every young girl in Mundus" she was actually looking forward to that evenings ball, a chance to let her hair down a little and mingle with people her own age for a while other than the other three candidates.

"As for what I'm doing down here I'm just getting some fresh air before the ball tonight. I mean being one of the four candidates I've been told to expect to never get a moment to myself from the beginning to the end and so I thought it would be nice to take in some of the air. We should probably get back" she looked at her watch, it would take quiet some time to get ready, at least for her. "Perhaps then you can tell me what a Queen of Lodja should know about your homeland.....just in case?" she began walking back up the main road towards the Palace alongside the Ambassador.

To Cool101jr

Tatiana listened carefully, she wasn't too familiar with the nation of Revana but it sounded like their two nations had something in common, perhaps it was worth making friends with this ambassador. The hill was beginning to steapen now as it headed towards the Palace, Tatiana could feel her calves tightening, she should probably have stretched a little before doing so much dancing, she could imagine her dance teacher moaning at her as they walked. " I'd say our faiths are pretty similar, an eternal diety destined to find a host, just yours is heridatory and.....well ours has what I think could make an interesting reality TV show, the Queen Factor or Lodja's Got Queens Talent or something" she could imagine the ratings now, probably not a great idea though as she detested the reality TV filth at the best of times. "I know compared to many countries though we've some changes to make, some of our systems here are a little dated, I mean our military took quiet a proverbial kicking from the Morelanders when they assessed it, we became a bit of a joke I think after that." She realised that if this was a test she'd probably not be passing it right now and so changed the subject.

"We have a ball tonight you know? Its a tradition here in Lodja that at 17 or so girls are expected to become part of our nations social calender and take a role in their family or society, so noble families host massive balls to let the girls meet the great and good, and find husbands of course. Tonights was supposed to be hosted by the Queen but......well.....Lord Besarian didn't want to disappoint the girls coming and so said it could still happen. Will you be coming?" she asked as they reached the Palace gates.

The Young Pope

Maxim thought for a moment, he wasn't sure if the Cardinal was clear about what he was asking, after all the way he was talking, his request for beauty, the girls "dazzling" him and him asking Maxim to arrange things for him, if it was a Lodjain noble talking there was only one thing being suggested. "Sorry, but your asking me to arrange for you to bed one of our future Queens?" he came out with it, "I'm sorry Cardinal but this isn't something we can do, I mean if you require a woman's company I can make arrangements, there are many pretty and avaliable Ladies here on the island, yes many are Plebs but I'm sure they'd be more than grateful for the attentions of a man of your standing." He hoped his refusal to provide a future Queen for the Cardinals pleasures wasn't insulting, "Beside" his mind had a pondering, "I thought you Christian priest types were celebate?"

Achkaerin

"I never have time for whole novels" Katyusha replied, "more short stories yes, or selected pieces but never the whole thing" She turned as footsteps could be heard on the corridor behind them. One of the Queen's Ladies in Waiting, Stasya Pelagiya walking arm in arm with a tall handsome man, she recognised him as King David of East Moreland and so stood as they approached. "Your Majesty" she bowed and he returned a little nod, "Lady Stasya" she turned to the Lady in Waiting who simply smiled. "Are you coming to the ball this evening Your Majesty?" Katyusha asked the Morelander.

"Sadly not.....Miss Katyusha" the King replied, "I have to return home to Northfort in a few hours, but I know you'll all have a wonderful time, I heard the band warming up earlier. "Lady Emalet" the King noticed the Achkaerin ambassador, "I assume then you've been dispatched here by the Emperor, please send him my regards when you next speak to him. Now if you'd accept one piece of advice on Lodja from a now seasoned traveller here, if you can't or won't dance go home now" he leaned close to her, "Their obssessed with it" he said in an imitation whisper but clearly intended for everyone to hear. "I tried feigning a bad back" it wasn't really feigned more a result of being shot, "didn't work, maybe bandage an ankle or something."

Stasya shook her head laughing, "His Majesty dances wonderfully" she said rather diplomatically. "But we do enjoy dancing, music, art, I think perhaps we're one of the most artistic loving nations on Mundus, but I am bias"

"My apologise ladies but I've a plane waiting, enjoy your stay and the ball." the King and Stasya strolled off, the Lady in Waiting interlocking arms with the King as was custom for ladies strolling with men in the palace.

"Oh God" Katyusha gushed as she watched the King turn the corner, "He's so handsome. You know some Palace gossip says that Viktoriya and the King had a fling when she visited Northfort, she was so lucky" then the sudden realisation of her Queen's current plight flooded in, "Oh....I must sound so awful" she hung her head slightly, what if this was a test and now this Achkaerin Ambassador would report back what she'd seen. Katyusha changed the subject quickly. "So I assume your joining us at the ball, maybe find a rich Lodjain husband for yourself?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on November 20, 2017, 12:12:20 AM

Upon hearing the Duke's question, Cardinal Fava couldn't almost stop laughing afterwards. "Oh my, you really think highly of me my dear Duke...Oh God of course I wasn't considering to 'bed' one of your royal candidates, well as much as I would like to, look at me all dressed in this fine Cardinal dress and I have my duty towards God. Qhat I meant was that perhaps it would be possible to seat me right next to one of the candidates you would find be the matching me. You're however right about one thing regarding Catholic Clergy...celibacy, ah one of the greatest weaknesses that we must endure every day and sometimes the satisfaction based on lust's always creeping up on one, it's a all about a test of endurance, loyalty towards the Lord and total commitment towards the faith in general. I think it's fairly obvious how such matters are viewed here, but do tell me anyway Duke, I love to learn new things...

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Weremark on November 21, 2017, 04:49:33 AM

Wulfaric chuckled heartily, doubling down on his earlier morbid comment about people dying in the room. "Aaah, upward mobility, I take it?" he said with a smirk, glancing towards the inside of his room. "It may very well be enough qualification." he meekly agreed, looking over the room that would be his once more. "Ah, cholera would be the least of my concerns with this place, after what I saw back in the Revolt. We had a quite bad plague outbreak back then, can you imagine? I thought even Weremark would be above that, but I suppose not."

And then the mention of the upcoming ball; Wulfaric bit his lip skeptically, offering a shrug. "Last I had heard, actually, it was still canceled, looks like that's not the case anymore. Hm. And until midnight? I'll, of course, try to make it, but no guarantees on my not leaving slightly early, I'm incredibly jet-lagged as-is and I'm afraid that the direction of travel is doing me no favors. Sun's approaching the horizon, looks like," he glanced out of his window to confirm. "Which means I'll be there right after settling down, I'll be sure to make haste in that regard. It was truly a pleasure, Anna," he nodded his goodbyes, fiddling with the key to the door in his hand.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on November 21, 2017, 06:51:46 PM

Emalet half smiled, and for a moment giggled
"I'll be at the ball." she said "Though whether Lodja proves any better for my love life than home is going to be interesting to test. You're probably familiar with the idea of suitors and how it goes back generations to when families of Great Houses would arrange marriages to consolidate their position. These days it's a little different, I've had would be suitors but none of them were interested in me they were more attracted to the idea of marrying the likely next Marqueeza of Icebridge. None of them lasted long, because they never reckoned with my sister." she realized she was rambling on a bit and grinned a little sheepishly "So tell me about this ball, any good dancers? Have you got your eye on anyone?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on November 22, 2017, 11:35:09 PM

TYP

"In our nation beauty of all kinds is considered a blessing from Sessifet, it is our duty to honour and respect that beauty for it is a gift from the Goddess herself" Maxim began explaining , "a by product of human beauty is lust, to deny lust is therefore to deny beauty and therefore disrespect the Goddess. This kind of thinking means that beautiful women in particular in Lodja are considered powerful, they are blessed by the Goddess herself and therefore desired by men. As such I think you'll find we have a rather liberal outlook on sexual relations, a woman may take as many husbands as she feels she needs, just as the Goddess did. It has become somewhat of a tradition in the past that high ranking visitors were assigned a Lady in Waiting to ensure their stay went smoothly, and often as the rest of the world was male dominated any guests were male. As such the Ladies were often given the duty of ensuring a visitors stay was both comfortable, and enjoyable, and as such she would often share their beds. It may seem odd but it lead many a Lady in Waiting to getting herself a rich husband, and that meant she built her own wealth and her families. Some say that still continues today." As if on cue Lady Stasya, one of the Ladies in Waiting wandered along the corridor heading towards the Palace's front door, she strolled arm in arm with King David of East Moreland who had been staying for a few days helping the Court make progress in this difficult time. Stasya had pulled herself close towards the King, one hand hanging to the crook of the Kings, "those two have become rather friendly" Maxim chuckled as he watched them leave the Palace and the King climb into a rail car to depart for the airport, Stasya stood waving as the car descended the hill towards the docks.

Weremark

Anna smiled sympatheticallty as the Ambassador seemed to remember his past experiences, "I grew up a Pleb, as such we often couldn't afford medical treatments, my father once broke his foot at work and did nothing about it for a week because we couldn't afford it. He still walks with a limp today, thankfully such situations are slowly becoming a thing of the past, hopefully the new Queen will cosign it to history." She hoped that would be the case, she was already doing everything she personally could but Viktoriya had been the Plebs greatest hope in a long time, Anna would need to make sure that the new Queen kept her on in the Conclave before even considering trying to persuade her.

"As for what time you leave tonight, thats up to you, the banquet before hand is for the Conclave, Ladies in Waiting, the four candidates for Queen and the High Priestess, as well of course as the Ambassadors. We have had King David of East Moreland here the last few days and we had hoped he would attend....or rather I think some of the young ladies attending tonight did, I believe some had ambitions of catching the eye of a King no less" she laughed trying to imagine the rather formal and up tight Morelander King fending off the advances of dreamy eyed 17 year olds. "But once the banquet is done then feel free to leave and spend the time as you see fit, Queen Viktoriya envisiged the Palace becoming a home for people like yourself and I know she would be delighted to know people felt comfortable. I'll leave you to it. Until the banquet, she shut the door behind her and exited back to her own room.

Achakerin

Katyusha blushed slightly, "I suppose like many girls attending tonight I had perhaps dared dream to catch the eye of King David, but with him leaving perhaps not. Beside I think at present even if I did meet someone I wanted being considered for Queen would mean I'd not be able to pursue it. Its tradition that the Conclave choose a Queen's first husband and so that could cause problems. Queen's marry their first time for duty, the other times for love....or other reasons, but perhaps that was the past, one of our Queens had eight husbands at the same time once." she chuckled. "Tonight they'll be two men attending all the girls will be keen to spend time with, Lord Besarian, he's single, but I hear rumours he's the lover of Lady Jasmina one of the Ladies In Waiting. Being Lord of the Conclave, very rich, rather handsome and such he'd be considered a good catch. The other is Dragan Knežević, the Finance Minister, very charming man, kind of aloof from politics in many ways, oh and wealthy in his own right, apparently he's a financial genius or something. Problem is he's a second son so carries no titles, but some of the daughters of lesser nobles will probably cast their sights on him. But you'll get the chance to meet them both before the ball, so if they take your fancy perhaps thats the time hey?" once more she realised she may have spoke out of turn, far too casually and so went silent. "I must go get ready" she suddenly broke the silence and hurried to her feet. "I hope to see you this evening" she turned and said before returning to her room to prepare.

OOC- Still open for anyone to join, assume you've always been here or just turned up, whichever suits you the best. I'll start the Ball section on Sunday evening so if you need to catch anyone before hand or make pre-ball arrangements you've four days.....get your sequins out ;)

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Cool101jr on November 23, 2017, 12:24:30 AM

Aliana giggled and turned to Tatiana.

"You know, I would watch that show, I hate reality TV, but I bet it would be funny. And don't feel bad about your military, as we speak Revana's Navy is getting "destroyed" by Achakerin right now so you're not alone." Aliana said, laughing again. She watched the people going through the streets, smiling as she listened to Tatiana talk about the ball and she began to think deeply. This ball would probably be perfect to meet and greet, however it was definitely not her thing and she became nervous all over again. She was a nerd who play D&D, not some model who could dance like a dream. She looked over to Tatiana, finally making a decision.

"Well you already know I can't dance, however at this point, this ball could be a great opportunity for my nation, so I'll be there. Just look for the nervous girl standing in a corner." She said, turning red already before even having to do anything.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Lakhzovia on November 23, 2017, 10:41:09 PM

Fiodor realised that he had put the girl on the defensive, perhaps he had touched a nerve with his comments about the Palace. Thankfully she had changed the conversation and as they made their way back to the Palace to prepare for the Ball he chatted casually about his homeland.

"Well what can be said of my homeland that would be worthy of the attention of a Queen of Lodja's attention? Much like your own homeland our Kingdom hold on proudly to our traditions whether they be in the realm of culture, architecture or politics. It is a truly beautiful country, sadly marred by a poverty of means brought about by our isolation following the Ardian Empire's ill fated final imperial adventure.

More though than a poverty of means our beloved Kingdom suffers a poverty of good men in the Court. The current Princely Counsel are slowly strangling the state and disposing of those who threaten them. Our King to be, Prince Laurenz is something of a reformer but I fear he does not comprehend the forces that are arrayed against him."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on November 24, 2017, 12:28:12 AM

"Ah well if you stick around me for a while you'll notice that I'm not your standard, typical Cardinal...let's say that I don't share the same attitude towards sexuality and the likes unlike my fellow brothers and sisters back home." Cardinal Fava was after all a Fava family member and he really just became a cardinal for political and monetary gain, he was still a true believer of BG at heart and dispised a lot of the the Christian dogmas about the chastity and complete rejection of different sexual orientations etc, although he still harboured some sort of understanding as to why it existed among the realm of Christianity.

"Will King David and Lady Stasya join us for tonight then? Would like to meet his majesty personally if possible, would be interesting to to get to know him a lil', who knows what good fortunes might happen. After all that's why I'm here in the first place, contacts and money, ooh I love the sweet sound of that hehe. Have you read about the recent disgusting socialist propaganda purpetrated against our great nations for being to 'religiously fascist?' Blah, n ES' case they haven't done well their homework, never heard that the Pope repressed any religious minorities when it's the contrary *sigh*, typical ignorant and idiotic scum..."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Arda Tuluva on November 24, 2017, 06:47:20 PM

Nessanië nodded her head in Arina's greeting, "Likewise, Your Ladyship, an honor." She signed something to Ayane, who bowed as she took a few steps back.

"The protocols and intricacies of the Celestial Court can be..." Nessanië lifted her fan to cover the lower half of her face hiding her smirk, for she could not name all the nuances concerning the vast stipulations and regulations of Court procedure. She snapped her fan closed with speed and grace, "rather difficult for many to comprehend. It has been published among the Blood that Queen Viktoriya gained hén’póna before the Empress - might she live forever; with that and the ratification of the alliance, the Queen was awarded the prestigious Order. It had also been published that Queen Viktoriya had been declared 'a friend of the Throne'. I might add, Your Ladyship, that that is quite the honor; for the Throne rarely issues such a proclamation. Thus, all subsequent Queens of Lodja have pre-eminence over all other foreign heads of state in the eyes of Arda Tuluva. Likewise, ambassadors from Lodja - for they represent the Crown - would also be ranked first in order of ambassadorial precedence."

It was then that another of Nessanië's servants appeared with a tray holding an ornate blue and white porcelain bottle, two small glasses, and lychee fruit. The servant bowed setting the tray before the Marquesa Yávien. The Princess felt she had been rambling far longer on the subject than necessary and took the opportunity to pour both the glasses with wine. She handed one to Lady Arina.

"It is a tradition among my people to offer toast to those newly met." Nessanië raised her glass to Arina, "Blessings and fortune. May our destinies unfold most favorably."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Weremark on November 25, 2017, 05:18:05 PM

"Unfortunate, but not an unheard-of tale in Weremark either, before the revolt and all those speedy reforms. In many ways, it's incredible how far we've come on such a...well, limited budget. But that's not for me to know, that's more of the forte of my father and all of his friends in high places. Indeed, for all of the world's progress, I find it curious how exceptionally stunted some of our progress may be in some areas. There are places in Weremark with internet, but no clean water, and so on. Things of that nature." he paused, looking around the room briefly and thinking about his own arrival at the banquet. Perhaps he could make it the whole night, for just one night. "Ah, King David himself? Certainly an interesting individual, I know that my own king has taken a rather vested interest in making the acquaintance of all of the world's great monarchs; how ironic it would be if it was I, the simple son of the Supreme Commander, to make his acquaintance first instead. I suppose in that regard, I'm just as eager to meet the man as any of those seventeen-year-old girls," he laughed at his own words heartily.

"No worries, Anna, I'll make it on time. But first, I definitely must get dressed to go there, so...this is where I must be off," he nodded his final goodbye, his hand resting lightly on the doorframe as he waited to close the thing and hopefully get on with a shower before the Banquet started; he supposed he'd be wearing his dress uniform tonight.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on November 26, 2017, 10:19:08 PM

Cool101jr

Tatiana had guided them back towards the rooms, it was after all getting time that she'd need to get ready, no doubt one of the Ladies in Waiting would be fussing over them, each being appointed to care for one of the candidates. The ballroom was still undergoing final transformation with bolts of luxurious white satin being taken in toe form billowing spirals against the stone walls, Tatiana peeked in as they passed marvelling at the sight inside, upon the platform that stood at the head of the hall was a long table with twinkling silver cutlery laid out for the Ambassadorial Reception before the band began. The bandsmen were already tuning up on a slightly lower platform beneath them. There was an easel with a seating plan, no-one sitting at the top or foot of the table, a place reserved for Queen Viktoriya and her husband, designed so no one was too far from either of them. Tatiana looked for her name, "Niklas Mendel, Lord of Greenmarsh" she said the name of the man who would be sitting opposite her, the person she'd be expected to accompany into the hall. She wasn't really sure who he was but the Ladies in Waiting would sort that. She looked next for Alina's name, "Duke Maxim (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg509#msg509)" she pointed out for Alina where they were sat, "He's our Minister for Home Affairs, a rather nice guy I think. He's very influential as he's a cousin of Lord Besarian." she looked at the clock at the far end of the hall. "We should get ready. It's been nice meeting you" and with that Tatiana literally skipped away down the corridor to begin her preparations.

Lakhzovia

Nataliya listened to Fiodor assess his homeland, it dawned on her that she had much to learn about international politics, she barely knew much about how they worked in Lodja and here she was accompanying a man back to the Palace who seemed an expert. "It all sounds rather chaotic" was the best she could think of saying without giving away her lack of understanding. Thankfully they had reached the Ball room and seeing Tatiana skipping round the corner Nataliya felt more relaxed, the rival seemed so unorthadox surely it could only be a three horse race. She knew that evening she'd have a chance to impress with her tales of life in The Iwi, something none of the others could do, draw upon experience of life in a land beyond their own border. "Tonight we'll be sat according to how the Chamberlain has ruled, your expected to spend time in conversation with the person you sat opposite. They even enter the hall together" she explained as she scanned for her guests name, "You're sat with Duchess Anna Utkin (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg511#msg511), she's a member of the Conclave, was born a pleb, some say she shouldn't even be on the Conclave" their was a hint of disdain on her voice. "The Ball starts promptly, you should meet her here. It's been nice talking" and with that Nataliya gave a small curtsey and headed back to her own room where Roksana Pajari, a Lady in Waiting began making her ready for the Ball.

The Young Pope

"King David is returning to East Moreland, spending time here was to try and support our Conclave with international advice when the tragedy happened, we're more stable now and to ask a monarch to be in two places at once is hard. Lady Stasyia however will be in attendance, she rarely misses a ball." he smiled, she seemed to captivate many of the men at the balls with ease, when she first arrived she had been rather keen to flirt with the higher ranked nobles, such was the way the Ladies in Waiting found influential husbands, however in recent months since her time in East Moreland that had been less witnessed with Stasyia.

He looked at his wrist watch, "We should probably be getting ready for the ball" he made a point of passing the ball room. "Tonight we dine, then dance, you'll be expected at dinner to converse mainly with the person sat opposite, which in your case is...." he scanned the seating plan, " Lady Anna Immich (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg495#msg495)" he nodded his head approvingly, "She's the Head Lady in Waiting, a good person to know, essentially controls access to the Queen, a very charming lady too, she'll be very accomodating" and with that Maxim was off heading back towards his room, keen to get a quick shower, a glass of wine and ten minutes to himself before the evening began.

Arda Tuluva

"And may you have a joyous stay in Lodja" Arina smiled as she responded to the toast. While the foreign Princess may sit rather formally their was an elegance and grace about her movements that impressed Arina, she had heard tale of how Viktoriya had changed her demenar once on the throne and wondered if this was the way royalty made everyone act. As they finished their drink Arina noticed the time. "We should be making tracks" she literally jumped from being seated to her feet, realising this was not the graceful way her guest was likely to do it she felt herself blush slightly. "The ball tonight is very important, it's a good chance to meet everyone, most of the Conclave will be there, but its also the chance to meet the next generation of nobility from Lodja, but hopefully be fun too" the blush was gone now, Arina was a social butterfly and knew before long she'd have a crowd of Lodjain young nobles eating out of her hand. She walked as elegantly as she could trying to harness her inner Viktoriya and the way she glided but gave up feeling as though it must be looking silly without the floor length dress.

The pair passed the ball room and Arina examined the seating plan carefully. " Cato Irvine, Count of Saintstown" she read her own partners name, "sounds interesting.....and important" she said to no one in particular but was happy with the decision. "Meanwhile Your Highness is sat with "Dragan Knežević (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg513#msg513)...you're lucky, he's so influential, and so handsome......and single" she winked at Nessanie, "Been single for a while too" she added as an after thought. The pair parted ways as they went to get ready.

At 7pm sharp the Palace bell was rung and a young servent made his way down the Ambassadorial corridor, "Your Highnesses, Lords, Ladies, esteemed guests" he yelled loudly as he walked by, "The banquet shall be served" he disappeared as quickly as he could, several of the members of the Conclave had already begun assembling along with the Ladies in Waiting. As the Ambassadors arrived their was of course the usual exchange of pleasantries, a discreet tradition was observed, with each of the visiting men being intercepted around the corner by the Chamberlian and given indentical instruction, "It is custom to walk in with your partner, arm in arm, she on your left. But first it is custom to give the lady a token" he handed each a small card box inside each was a fresh corsage bracelet. "Remember to wait for your name to be called please." and with that he was gone.

The female ambassadors of course we not intercepted and their partner approached, bowed by nodding formally and handed over the box with its lid withdrawn revealing the bracelet of fresh flowers inside. The exception was Dragan, he recalled the ritualistic ways of Arda Tuluva fro their meeting a few months ago, and as such bowed deeper than the others, also unlike the others he did not present the bracelet directly to the Princess but rather to her servant, "It would be my honour if you would ask Her Highness to accept and wear this humble gift, one unbeffiting a lady of such nobility, grace and beauty" he kept his eyes down as he spoke hoping to have avoided an international incident.

One at a time the couples names were called and they entered the Banquet hall, for the first two it must have seemed odd as the hall itself was empty except for the staff standing ready to serve the meal. "Prince Lennox of Ui Cenneslaig, and Lady Jasmina Danailov of Zhary" the pair walked in with Jasmina clinging tightly to the Prince who was also her lover, a secret open to the Ladies in Waiting and as such they had persuaded the Chamberlain to seat them as a pair. The other couples entered one at a time except for the four candidates to be Queen, they were announced in age order and entered together with their escorts.

Once everyone was seated it was left to Lord Besarian to get things underway. "Tonight should have been Queen Viktoriya welcoming the flower of Lodjain nobility to the Palace, instead it will be our duty. We sit here tonight in the prescence of many beautiful women, clearly blessed by Sessifet, we thank them for permitting us to accompany them and I wish everyone a fine evening where we can hopefully celebrate love, life and happiness and forget about the past events at least for a short time." he picked up a small glass of Port raised it and said, "To beauty and love" the Lodjains around the table repeated the toast before servants brought the first dish of a pan seared fish and vegetables.

OOC - I'll get past the dinner on Wednesday evening, I'm assuming everyone is in attendance, if for some reason you don't want to be let me know and I'll edit things. The table is a long banquet style one and people do not neccessarily sit male/female as tradition for other nations may be. In Lodja the Ambassadors sit facing the door, the Lodjains with their back to it. If your interested the spoiler contains the seating plan.

Spoiler: Seating Plan • show

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on November 27, 2017, 08:25:52 PM

Rudolph (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=149.msg2730#msg2730) had groaned at the idea of attending a socialization event. He preferred the silence of his Study, yet it could not be avoided. His Grandfather had pushed him here knowing exactly it wasn't his strong point, while Positioning a member of his Family in strategic Positions. He had slipped into an attire more befitting a noble of world rather than just an Uburzian one, wearing a grey silk Topper with aligning Suit, accompanied by a navy blue Tie.

As he was taking seat, he nodded to his Partner for the evening: "Evening my Lady. I hope the Potpourri was a befitting Gift, i must apologize if not. I did avoid Lavender for it not to overpower our olfactory Senses. It would be a shame for i have heard much praise for the Kitchen's Skills."

That is if this walking stick even touches any food, she might be shackled by a strict dietary plan to upkeep. From what he knew a Ballerina had to maintain form and function at the same time, so going into a hunger strike like those Modelling Scarecrows wasn't an option....

he had to take breath and snap back into the Situation, turning to his sides: "Princess Nessanie, Miss Andronikashivili. Gentlemen. Good evening. Had any time yet to Marvel the Island yet? I must admit i could loose myself here studying the Architecture alone."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on November 28, 2017, 09:46:32 PM

Emalet had opted for an elegant yet slightly casual looking black and silver dress (http://www.missesdressy.com/images/items/2957-by-sherri-hill.jpg) for the evening, her thinking was that with a knee length hem she stood a chance of not tripping herself up on the dance floor, something she always lived in fear of on nights like this and then she'd gotten paired with Besarian Ivanov, he'd obviously come up when the Emperor had briefed her on the posting, what had Peter called him? She struggled to think for a moment then it came to her...the puppeteer. A comment based on something observed at Queen Viktoriya's coronation but even if it technically no longer meant anything this wasn't a man Emalet wanted to be on the wrong side of, however it was interesting knowing that according to Katyusha the woman Besarian was supposedly involved with was sat at the end of the table opposite Prince Lennox of Ui Cenneslaig. It seemed odd that if they were involved that they had not been paired up but if Besarian was the political operator that his reputation suggested he was there were undoubtedly variables that she was unaware of.

Still it could be worse couldn't it? No it couldn't, it really couldn't the one person at the table she knew, Katyusha, was sat down towards the other end and sat directly on her left she had Cardinal Fava, that surname carried with it a lot of implications as did his title, she took a little consolation though in that on her right was Aliana Bartrove, if international relations held sway then a Revanan being sat next to an Achkaerinese should go well. She noticed that Besarian was glancing towards her please don't be looking at my eye Emalet thought, nothing got to her more than that. Truth be told it was easy to see what Katyusha had meant by implying he'd be something of a catch he was after all quite handsome and what his looks didn't do his position as the most powerful Lodjan in the room definitely did.

"So Lord Besarian." Emalet said keeping her voice down and taking the opportunity to try and get a handle on things plus having an influential friend could be to some benefit couldn't it? "What do you make of the four girls down that end of the table?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Cool101jr on December 01, 2017, 01:45:28 AM

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Aliana was not good with social affairs, and finding something to wear was one of the main issues she had. After digging through her closet, she made her choice and, after putting a touch of make up on, made her way to the ballroom and did the whole "escorting" thing, which was a new one. In Revana, people just came in when they felt like it, getting announced if they were special but there was no big ceremony. Taking her seat across from the Duke she looked around the room watching the others being lead in.

After the food arrived she leaned over to Emalet. "I am so glad to see a "friendly" face. An Achkaerinese I can talk to, all of these others, I have no idea what I'm doing." She said whispered before sitting back up and taking another bite of food, looking up at the Duke and smiling, while also glancing at the man across from Emalet, Besarian. She knew who he was from her briefs, and she knew she needed to get to know him, however she also knew that she was no diplomat and this was a man who could influence her far easier then she could influence him.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Holy King on December 01, 2017, 03:01:08 AM

Niklas Mendel, Lord of Greenmarsh had barely done anything for the time he had been in the court. He hadn't been talking to the other ambassadors, to the native Lodjains, or even to the Queens-to-be. That really didn't matter as he would be talking to everyone soon as everyone seemed to get ready for the upcoming feast. I haven't even tried out the food here, I wonder how it is.

He got ready, threw on a plain uniform (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/383531544850989059/385982042078314496/2125102-3.jpg) he brought along. After throwing that on, along with his round cap, a few medals and the symbol of his house, he walked into hall and immediately began to look for his seat.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on December 02, 2017, 08:02:34 PM

Events such as ambassadorial banquets were not something Zoya had attended much since moving to the Isle of the Goddess, normally she was arranging the dancing or performing as entertainment, tonight though they'd essentially had fewer nobles on the island, many choosing to go home while the day to day business of the island was on hold with the Queen's current condition. She was rather enjoying herself, fine dining and pleasant company. She was sure to thank Rudolph for the flower, of course she knew that it wasn't something he'd have picked himself with the Palace staff ensuring that protocol was observed.

Having completed the formalities at the beginning of the banquet Besarian couldn't help but notice Emalet's eye, but there was little point talking about it, she knew she had the condition and frankly it wasn't really a topic he wished to talk about. When the ambassador brought up the comment on the four girls Besarian lowered his voice so that only Emalet and those immediately around him could hear. "Frankly my opinion is yet to be formed, the Head Priestess will be the one to really assess them, after also Raisia does have an insight into Sessifet's will, something sadly I am not blessed with" he began to explain. "Essentially the guardian must be beautiful, and I believe each of the four ticks that box. She must be intelligent, something I am yet to work out. She must be committed to our nation...well I don't think they'd have exacted themselves to this process if not, and they must be willing to make sacrifices for the good of the nation....all criteria you yourself know well, perhaps it is a shame your a little too old and not Lodjian" Besarian chuckled as he began eating his meal.

The meal went off without much of a hitch, the ambassadorial aspect of the evening over it was time for the ball to take place, a large orchestral style band made their way into the room and quickly began tuning up, something they'd already done once already earlier that day, but with the eyes of the world or more exactly the ears of the world about to focus on them. The bandmaster tapped his conductors baton on his music stand and they began playing. With perfect execution the doors of oak that strecthed from roof to floor on three sides of the hall, young men wearing formal wear, a few in military uniform entered the room along with black morning suit wearing servants who presented the ambassadors with drinks. Several of the young men approached and introduced themselves, some sharing a conversation with Dragan Knezevic, seemingly knowing him from games of tag rugby that he enjoyed. "Please gentleman allow me to introduce Princess Nessanie, our honoured guest from Arda Tuluva" the men, the eldest no more than ninteen years of age bowed in unison. The other youngsters seemed uneasy about approaching, probably nervous about foreign protocol causing offence. Soon three Chamberlains began calling out names and in pairs girls attending the ball entered the room, they looked nervously around, accepted a drink from the servents and then noticing someone they knew began socialising. The girls were more willing it seemed to approach the ambassadors, after all they had been preparing for this event for the last few months. Several groups soon formed as the room began filling, no one yet was dancing, it was one fatal problem, no one was supposed to dance until the Queen had begun, but that clearly wasn't going to happen. It took a while for the Lodjains to work out exactly what to do, Lord Besarian made his way over to Aliana, "If you'd permit" he offered a hand and lead her towards the dancefloor, pretty shortly after the vast numbers of youngsters filled the floor as the evenings main purpose, mingling and finding love began.

OOC - Feel free to create a young Lodjian if you want.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Arda Tuluva on December 04, 2017, 01:34:04 PM

The Arda Tuluvan Princess wore a traditional Arda Tuluvan silken dress known as a arlapil noldorwa, or simply arlapil (http://img.alicdn.com/bao/uploaded/i1/TB1_vVzNVXXXXXRXVXX_rZf.pXX): it was lightly colored mainly white with blue and purple accents designed with flowers. Like many nobles of Arda Tuluva her hair was up and she wore many golden hairpins, the headdress style was called harcási (http://china-cart.com/u/179/27235321/Traditional_Handmade_Chinese_Ancient_Classical_Hair_Accessories_Bride_Wedding_Barrettes_Empress_Phoenix_Coronet_Hairpins.jpg).

Lord Minister Knežević bowed respectfully observing proper Arda Tuluvan protocol. It was then that the Princess noticed the jade pendant the Lodjan minister was wearing: a five clawed dragon with a ruby for the eye. She shot her servant a glance. This man has the Throne's gratitude. Nessanië was intrigued for this detail was not in any official reports. It was a known fact that Arda Tuluvans recorded and archived everything, no detail was to left out. It was curious why the Empress would have left this out of any report. Interesting. There must be a reason.

Ayane took the gift from Dragan Knežević showing the corsage to Nessanië, the two Arda Tuluvans started at each other for a moment; the Princess' face showed the minutest amount of surprise. She was impressed by this Lodjan's attention to detail. The corsage was made of Bleeding Heart Vine (https://davesgarden.com/guides/pf/thumbnail.php?image=2010/06/27/01_William/231043.jpg&widht=700&height=312), which was her lucky flower of her birthyear as a Dragon sign. Ayane delicately placed the flower on her mistress' wrist. Nessanië had selected this particular design purposefully as the long, billowy sleeves so common to Arda Tuluvan arlapil fashion usually went to the wrists, this dress did not.

"Dragan Lord Knežević is given leave to rise." The Princess said, "It is with gratitude and joy that I accept this kind gift, My Lord." The Lodjan minister rose upright with a small smile. Such a handsome man, indeed. The Lady Arina had mentioned that he had not yet taken a consort, nor was he courting any noble woman. On top of all that, he has been kissed by fire; a good omen. To the Noldori those with red hair are considered to have good luck, after all, red was the color of fortune and prosperity. He has been blessed by Heaven.

Dragan must have done his research on Arda Tuluvan etiquette as he bowed slightly again before he turned holding his arm towards her, his palm facing the floor and head straight forward. The Princess gracefully set her hand softly on his wrist as he escorted her into the dinning hall, his head never turning to face her.

At the banquet table the Princess spoke and greeted her neighbors according to precedence; first Prince Fiodor of Rhand then Rudolph of Niameck, before they could speak, thus she has absolved them of any faux pas according to Arda Tuluvan social conventions. She was, after all, an ambassador and was in a foreign state, she would need to grow used to the great ignorance of many who did not understand the nature of things. However, most of the Princess' conversation during the dinner had been with the handsome Lord Dragan who had kept the dialogue light and upbeat. He had almost made her laugh, even. Laugh! And three times at that.

After the Dinner was over, Nessanië had excused herself temporarily into an adjourning room so that Ayane could amend her dress. The Princess' long train was bunched up and attached to the back, the other flowing fabrics were shortened, so that none would accidentally step on it during the ball.

"He is a Rat sign, Highness." Ayane said with a smile while she worked. "Most compatible."

"Who?" The Princess said, feigning ignorance. "What are you talking about, Ayane?"

"You know of whom I speak." Her servant teased, "I have also learned that his Celestial month is Wendë."

Nessanië made a quick gesture with her hand. Ayane stopped what she was doing and stood, Arda Tuluvans were obsessed with astrology with many following and observing it most strictly. "Interesting. Compatible on both the month and the year?"

"He is an attractive, intelligent man who has been kissed by fire, Highness. I think he has charmed you, has he not." Ayane said gaining an inquisitive look from the Princess, "Nessanië. I am not blind."

She signed a commanding gesture to her servant who bowed quickly before returning to her duty in silence. Unfurling her fan in a swift motion Nessanië stared off lost in thought.

Once Ayane had completed her task, the two reentered the Ballroom where the Princess gracefully made her way back to her escort for the evening who had been speaking with some gentlemen. Lord Dragan introduced the Princess who nodded in respect to the young lords as they bowed.

She handed her drink and fan to Ayane, ever near at hand, before turning to Dragan, "My Lord, would you honor me with a dance?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Weremark on December 04, 2017, 03:01:23 PM

A nap and a new man was born; emerging from his room at the last glimpse of sunlight, Thenn Wulfaric soon heard the unfamiliar bell of the call to the dinner, and, dressed in a Werman variation of white tie, he headed off to the banquet hall, wherein the chamberlain told him rather blankly who he'd be walking with: Katyusha Andronikashivili. The name was not completely unfamiliar him, but even in the haze of the afternoon a slight look of surprise came upon his face as he realized he would be walking and seated with one of the four candidates for queen, or what would be presupposed should the current queen unfortunately expire, a fact which he had assumed, from the nature of her injury, seemed more likely each day. Then again, he knew little of modern medicine outside of wartime practice.

He rendezvoused with the Andronikashivili girl and exchanged some pleasantries, eventually introducing himself as "...a Thenn of Weremark, and one of relatively small importance." He followed up his question rather plainly. "Excited? I certainly would be, in your shoes. Though I, naturally, can't pretend to know the sort of stresses this brand of court life bring." They sat at the banquet table; Wulfaric awkwardly shuffled about trying to find a seat before a courtier inevitably showed him to his place; he then sat and listened patiently as others were introduced and the formalities began, chuckling perhaps a bit too loudly at comments about the perceived intelligence of the girls, owing to comments from Besarian. At one point he did turn and reply to Rudolph, who had asked him and Katyusha, or so he had assumed. "Marvel indeed. Never have I seen a more impressive waterborne structure; this may end up turning me into a sailor." he joked, "I'm a bit of a mountain man."

OOC: Afraid I'm a bit lost; if someone will please guide poor Berengar to where he's supposed to be, they would have my gratitude.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on December 04, 2017, 04:06:25 PM

Cardinal Fava, glat that he had the opportunity to attend the night's dinner and ball couldn't have been more joyful to sit with the gorgeous looking Lady Immich who seemed to hold an important and integral role in overseeing these four royal candidates, the one who chose his seating-partner was a clever person indeed. He was wearing still the traditional red outfit known as Cassock albeit added some medals here and there to make it more grander than it was supposed to of various orders that he managed to acquire during his long, dedicated service for the Church. After the pleasant dinner it was time to hit the dance floor with one's partner, so Fava without much words led Lady Immich and began some real small talk.

"So Madame, what could you possibly tell me about our four candidates, one of them destined to accept the soul of Sessifet and become the leader of many peasants out there?...Do you have any preferable candidate yourself? Oh don't worry I won't squeal a single thing, am good in keeping secrets to a bare minimum hehe". He wanted much information he could acquire as it was important to plan the next moves in securing a favorable relationship between the Lodjains and Ecclesiasticals, the holy father understood that it was important that the Albionite nations were standing united and working for the betterment of not just Albion but also the entirety of Mundus, it wasn't the easiest thing either.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on December 08, 2017, 11:23:32 PM

Emalet stuck to the outer edge of the dance floor, enjoying spectating and getting to know some of the other people, it undoubtedly helped that she was eighteen years old herself and was potentially more up to date with the various youth trends than some of the other ambassadors were. She paused to glance at her phone when it buzzed, a text from Zoe Why do you want those cards? You haven't played with them in years...Fine they're on the next plane down there. Z xx

Emalet smiled and glanced up spying Katyusha across the room locked in conversation thanks she thought, if not for the conversation with Katyusha earlier she'd never have even considered asking for this.
"Excuse me Miss." someone said "May I have this dance?" Emalet looked at the man (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/81/Douglas_Booth_-_February_2011_-_crop.jpg) who'd spoken, he didn't look more than two or three years older than she was.
"Ok." Emalet said hesitantly, she was rather taken aback by the man, giving him her hand they walked onto the dance floor "So who are you?"
"My name is Kazimir Pavlovic." the man said "My friends call me Kazi, Lady Silvermist."
"That's hardly fair." Emalet said as they continued to dance "You knew who I was."
"Well it's not too difficult to find out who the ambassadors are." Kazimir said
"So what do you do?" Emalet asked
"I'm in computer software development." Kazimir said "Basically I own a small company that develops apps. It's a pretty lucrative area."
"I can imagine." Emalet said

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on December 09, 2017, 07:14:03 PM

Arda Tuluva

Dragan chuckled as the Princess called him "My Lord" for the second time as she invited him to dance. "I'm afraid Your Highness I am no Lord. That honour goes to my elder brother Lukas, as the second son I simply get to use the family name, its not a bad one I suppose" he mused, "Lukas gets to spend his days with our father learning the duties and such of being a future Duke, meanwhile I got stuck with looking after books of accounting, I actually must have done a half decent job because now I get to go through the nations accounts." He had stood now and was watching a few of the others taking to the dance floor. "Beside it is my honour to be permitted to dance with a Princess, sadly you must lower yourself to a mere Finance Minister" he offered his hand once more and lead them onto the dancefloor amongst the various teenagers they must have stood out, and not just because of the Princesses exotic dress. "So may I ask how a Princess ends up with the duties of ambassador?" He twirled her away from himself and then back as he effortlessly side stepped two less co-ordinated dancers, while he may not have recieved quiet the Lordly education that his brother Lukas had their father had made them both attend dance lessons, Dragan hadn't really enjoyed them but his father had told him one day he'd thank him, until now the closest he'd got was thanking his father for the lessons making him light on his feet when he had boxed a little at University, but now it had him dancing with a Princess.

Weremark

Katyusha sat nervously opposite Berengar as they ate, she was a little taken a back by the question he asked about whether she was excited, it prompted her to have to think for a moment or two, she noticed Anna Utkin about three seats along the table take an interest in her answer, it seemed the tests had begun. What Katyusha didn't know however was whether Berengar was in on it, had the Lodjains put him up to asking this , was it a test to see if she'd be respectful to the clearly time doomed Viktoriya or would she act like a little girl playing Princess. Once she'd marashalled her thoughts she answered, "Its a situation I don't truly wish to be in, I trust though this is all part of Sessifets plan and if she needs me to serve then I just hope I can be a good enough person to carry through her wishes." She cast a sideways glance at Anna Utkin, one of the Conclave hopeful that her answer didn't ruin her chances.

With the meal gone and tables cleared it was time for dancing to begin, Katyusha herself was unsure of what should happen now, she'd been here as a guest last year but never expected to be in the position she was now as a potential Queen. She already had a few young gentleman approaching her, no doubt keen to try and impress a potential future Queen but she thought that perhaps she should be seen engaging with the Ambassadors. "Do you dance Ambassador?" Katyusha asked Berengar, "If so perhaps you can tell me about what your country thinks of future relations with Lodja while we enjoy the music."

The Young Pope

As Lead Lady in Waiting it was Anna's job to know everything there was to know about the Queen, however truth be told she knew little about these four so far, apart from what she'd been told by the Priestesses who'd shortlisted the four girls. "Well, I can't tell you a great deal, we've only known them two days and frankly I'm only attached to Nataliya at the moment. She's a nice girl, probably more worldly wise than most Lodjian girls her age, mainly as she's spent the last year living in The Iwi, it sounds a fascinating nation, I know where CNN allies but I still hardly know about them, I'm learning new things everyday from her."

Anna looked down the table to where the four canidates were sitting, "Katyusha, well she's a popular young lady among the Lodjain social circuit, fashionable, elegant and a skilled musician, she's not been very involved however with the Island's going on since she'd been here, seems to spend all her time with her nose in a book." the red headed girl was engrossed in conversation with Berengar, "Arina is probably the prettiest of them, and she seems to realise it. She's noticed several of the younger nobles, mainly the military junior offices taking note and she's played up to it, she's left University for the year to come here." the young blonde girl was sat talking to Count Cato Irvine. "Finally we have Tatiana. I must be honest I'm surprised that she has been selected, she is somewhat of an oddity for a noble girl, before this chance she was considering a career in the military and she seemingly doesn't worry too much about how the other three girls view her. Stasya has been attached to her and well, she's been rather pre-occupied looking after King David and as such has probably had less guidance than the other three so far."

"As for who I prefer, that is not my concern, Sessifet will guide those who must make the decision and I'll be proud to serve her should I need to."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on December 09, 2017, 11:42:43 PM

"Well then, you really got me also interested in this Nataliya, sounds like a wise young lady and wouldn't mind to get to know her better. So may I then ask, if a proper treaty would be set up between the Ecclesiastical State and Lodja, would be after Sessifet has chosen her royal host or would it be possible to conduct one during the process itself, perhaps with one of your closest representatives, second only to the Queen in power hmm? Our nations may be different in many ways, but also quite similar in the same amount. Tradition, order, stability...devotion to the divinity we consider to be the One and True. If you could think about it, Our nations along with Arda Tuluva could truly steer Albion...Mundus...in the right direction, it's about time don't you think? Oh I'm not trying to sound sinister or anything hehe, it's just that it has been a long time since the Albionite nations have banded together for common goals and pursuits, well I'd say this is more than the perfect time, and his holiness in Celestis would certainly agree...He appointed me for this occassion and told me to set up something as long as it took into consideration both parties...otherwise he wouldn't dwell much into what one had to say and such, so quite flexible in terms of negotiations in other words." Cardinal Fava said, as he couldn't lay off his eyes from Lady Anna, she was truly mesmerizing in so many ways.

"Sometimes I wonder where my manners are...have I already told you how stunning you truly look tonight?" As they were continuing with ther dance, the Cardinal reached for a pin depicting Saint Martha (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d4/0e/13/d40e1319d69ab9d609a08f2bbd59badc.jpg), patron saint for servants and in this case ladies-in-waiting, and gently attached it on her dress, fully explaining the saint's story and considered it as a act of kindness and gesture displayed so far towards him. "A token of gratitude my fair Lady...".

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on December 10, 2017, 01:16:03 AM

Anna had been briefed that she should expect some kind of diplomatic response and she was well versed with how to deal with it after all she had been a Lady in Waiting when Queen Sonja had died and she recalled the briefings from the various ministers then. "I'm sorry but it would be most out of place me even suggesting what diplomatic means could take place, thats all left to Her Majesty and Sessifet shows that she may well change the direction of our nation, you would be best served waiting to see who shall be in charge six months from now, a candidate to be Queen or Lord Besarian perating with the authority of an imcpecitated Queen Viktoriya,"

Anna was well versed with what was expected between the Laides in Waiting and foreign guests, tat wasn't quiet the same as with foreign ambassados but she was aware of what would be deemed normal protocol. Despite having zero idea who t Martha was she accpeted her guest affixig his pin. "So perhaps you coul explain who fthis lady was?" she aksed her dance partner.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on December 10, 2017, 09:56:33 PM

"Didn't i see you somewhere before?" Rudolph smiled as he approached one of the young men at the ball, firmly shaking the young Man's hands:

"You where part of the Youth last year with the biological photovoltaic experiment! Marvelous scientific work!" handing the young man another Drink he got from a Chamberlain, Rudolph smiled: "But where are my manners, i am Doctor Rudolph of Niameck."

The young man with his black hair and nerdy glasses was mostly taken aback by the sudden interested, fumbling with the glass Dr. Niameck gave him before finally answering:

"Cedrik Morgan, a pleasure Doktor Niameck. I didn't even know it was published outside of Lodia." unsure he looked up and down, wondering if the man even was that much older than him.

Rudolph sipped from his glas, padding the man on his shoulder: "So, picked any universities yet?" eyeing the happenings around them: "There is no shame in staying at home, you can always travel the world once you already have a Title in your pockets."

Before giving him a chance to answer, Rudolph pushed him towards the Prima Ballerina: "She deserves a young man able to dance. See me after the dinner. I think we might have some interesting Scientifics to discuss young man."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Cool101jr on December 11, 2017, 03:25:24 AM

OOC: Sorry for the short post, out of town on a job, and only have my phone to post with.

Aliana was thankful for the dance lessons she had received earlier that day as she began dancing with Lord Beserian. She looked around as others began dancing and sighed in relief that she wasn't the only one out there as she looked back at Beserian, calming her nerves.

"This a wonderful ball, I'll have to take some ideas with me when I return home, my Lord." She said, hoping to break the ice to turn towards more important matters, knowing she needed this man on her side.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on December 12, 2017, 04:52:12 PM

"Thank you for clarifying the Lodjain diplomatic approaches when a proper Queen isn't present, I understand, and wouldn't mind waiting that long, plenty of time to spend time with those you like ;) As for your question...Martha of Bethany, Virgin, Myrrhbearer, Wonder Worker of Southern Gaul...is a biblical figure described in the Gospels of Luke and John. Together with her siblings Lazarus and Mary of Bethany, she is described as living in the village of Bethany near Jerusalem. She was witness to our Lord and Saviour Jesus' resurrection of her brother, Lazarus. Her patronage includes...oh my let's see if I can remember them all haha, here we go: butlers; cooks; dietitians; domestic servants; homemakers; hotel-keepers; housemaids; housewives; innkeepers; laundry workers; maids; manservants; servants; servers; single laywomen; travellers; Villajoyosa, a random town in ES, Pateros, Metro Lungsod, Quintelia...wooh, that was a mouthful. Well I thought it would suit you perfectly rea´garding your profession and you seem to be great at it...So tell me are there any equivalents in your faith, such as Saints and other holy people besides priestesses and such?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on December 14, 2017, 11:21:29 PM

The evening was proceeding in the manner these kind of events always did, the younger guests slowly overcoming their nerves and beginning to talk to new faces, girls being asked to dance and either breaking a young man's heart or making his evening with their responses. Couples would form, spend some time dancing and chatting and then someone would step in, etiqutte dictating that someone be given at least two dances before being swapped for another partner. Some of the more brazen Lodjain young men tried their luck with some of the foreign delegates, both Emalet and Aliana finding themselves getting rather a lot of attention, after all they were both beautiful foreign girls, something new to the boys of Lodja who were always keen to posses something new, exotic and beautiful, many of the Ladies in Waiting found similair issues of being a centre of attention, especially Roksana and Anna, rumours of Stasya's relationship with King David meaning many felt she was unobtainable, meanwhile Lennox monopolised Jasmina, his hand occasionally wandering south of what was acceptable back placement.

Some of the girls from the lesser noble families saw this as an oppurtunity too here they were able to potentially make contacts with well connected foreign nobles, something that could prove useful to their families, and it also didn't hurt that some like Felix von Neuhafen were rather dashing. The four people however who seemed most out of their depth were the candidates for Queen, a string of suitors and would be new friends followed them wherever they went. Arina Pasternak seemed to thrive on it, playing the various boys off against each other as she selected who from the throng near her to dance with. Across the opposite side of the hall Katyusha's flame red hair made her stand out, but she was engrossed in conversation while dancing with Lt.Col Spartak Fyodorov, a handsome bright eyed 18 year old whose father had spent a small fortune securing his son first his commission in the 3rd Lancer Regiment, one his family had a deep historical connection with, then a week later promotion, then another and another, each costing more and more until after just a years military service he sat at the lofty rank. He had however seen action, of sorts, he had been part of the relief effort of Uppsala and the two shiny medals on his chest glimmered in the evenings candelight. Nataliya had grown tired of dancing and as such had taken a seat with a group of three or four noble girls her own age who had visions of becoming her friend and maybe a Lady in Waiting if their new best friend became Queen. They were keen to hear about her adventures in The Iwi, a land that many of them knew so little about growing up in the protective bubble of Lodjain nobility.

It was only Tatiana who seemed unconcerned about the protocol, she had just finished dancing with a rather dull nerdy looking boy called Osip when a song she loved began to be played by the orchestra, she apologised for Osip and excused herself. Almost immediately a flock of boys made their way towards her and with a simple gesture Tatiana turned them all down, she stopped and closing her eyes envisaged herself moving in her long flowing white dress to the music, miliseconds later thought had become motion and raised on her tip toes she swept her arms in an arc around herself, her torso flowing after it, alone she twirled and skipped the dance floor with a feather like motion,several people now noticed and stood watching in a mixture of surprise and amusement, what was this girl doing?

Across the other side of the room Besarian had been dancing with Darya Natalka (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg514#msg514) she was the daughter of a close family friend and she had been sat alone, wishing to stay in Duke Natalka's good books Besarian had asked her to dance, knowing several boys seeing him taking an interest in this young blonde girl would cause them to in turn take interest. As they stopped to stare at the now leaping Tatiana a smartly dressed uniformed soldier approached him and whispered in his ear. "My apologise Darya, I have business to attend" without a backwards glance the Lord of the Conclave followed the Sergeant across the dancefloor, almost colliding with Tatiana who now almost had the dance floor to herself, but the Lord never registered the close encounter and continued single minded towards the door. Outside two men with chests full of gold braid were seen in conversation with him.

It was as though Dragan knew something was happening, he had been enjoying a pleasant evening with his Arda Tuvalun Princess and for once he wasn't hating a ball, but his senses told him the evening was about to change. "My apologise Your Highness, I must check on something" he looked quickly around him and noticed Vladimir Silimov, a promising young Marine officer who had been in the Queen's favour for some time, bodily Dragan grabbed him whispered into his ear and then left.

"Your Highness" Vladimir bowed his eyes at the floor, "If it would be acceptable I would like to ask you to dance." his eyes at the floor the whole time.

Dragan had now joined Besarian, "What's happening?" the Finance Minister asked as he approached, "Can I help?" the trio of men, Besarian and the two officers turned to face him. He noticed the men shifted uneasily for military officers, Besarian seemed a little wobbly as he took tiny paces in an almost circular route, clearly thinking deeply.

"She's gone" was all Besarian said, "It's insane....you're sure" he turned back to address the Army officers who had just arrived from the military barracks.

"I'm afraid so Sir" the mosts senior, a Major in the Warriors of Gaia replied, Dragan now noticed tears in his eyes.

"Her Majesty was murdered about thirty minutes ago, the High Priestess....former High Priestess...Raisa Chowynk shot her, then herself. It was insane" the man added as an after comment. "There was nothing we could do....nothing anyone could do. We've Baron Roman under guard, I mean what the hells he thinking, he lost his wife and his aunt in one go, she was like a mother to him." the officer clearly was in shock.

"Thank you gentleman" Dragan stepped in to assume control. He turned next to Besarian, "We've work to do" their usual animosity towards each other had gone and the seemingly new assertive nature of Dragan snapped Besarian back to the present. "We need the body bringing here now, it needs to go into the crypt before sunrise, that's tradition.....shit..." he blasphemed, "We'll need the Ladies in Waiting, or two of them, who isn't pissed?" he looked back into the room searching for the girls. "Bollocks" he muttered under his breath, "Half the fucking ballroom is watching us" he grabbed Besarian by the elbow and guided him to one side of the door.

"We'll send Stasya and Jasmina, they've been dancing most the night, I've not seen Stasya touch a drop of booze" Besarian was removing his phone from his suit pocket. He guessed they probably had twenty minutes or so before the news hit the world and then it would be crisis management, at least they had the four candidates already in the Palace. Suddenly he looked back up, "If the fucking Priesthood is in on this then are we safe?" he asked Dragan whose eyes widened, if this was part of some Holy conspiracy of sorts the room next door had about ten Priestesses in acting as kind of chaperones for the dance.

"Calmly, we get Stasya and Jasmina to escort the body, we get Anna and Roksana to get the four girls to their bed chambers" Dragan suggested and Besarian nodded. "I'll get Stasya and Jasmina" Dragan took a deep breath and calmed himself walking briskly back into the room, he took hold of Jasmina's elbow guiding her away from Prince Lennox without a word and then motioned for Stasya to follow him, things were time critical now, the press would soon have the story and getting the body out of the barracks respectfully and securely would be harder. The quicker the escort arrived the quicker the body was back on the island. Dragan suspected people would have eyes on him watching the way he was escorting the two ladies from the ballroom. "There is no easy way of saying this" Dragan breathed hard, "Queen Viktoriya has been shot by the High Priestess, you are to go and help escort the body here, your duty is to ensure the body is treated with the utmost respect." Stasya was stood wide eyed, already crying as Jasmina's legs seemed to buckle, Dragan then cursed once more he was in full view of the ballroom, "Shut the bloody doors" he said to himself more than anyone but a guard did as he had said shutting the scene away.

Besarian meanwhile had found Anna speaking with the Cardinal, "Sorry sir" Besarian didn't wait for any reply instead taking Lady Anna to one side, "We need you and Roksana to take the four girls to their rooms now" the Lord of the Conclave realised he had spoken rather louder than he had intended and did his best to smile and nod at those who had turned around. He lowered his voice, "This is a security issue....please" he added.

"She's dead isn't she." Anna whispered, Besarian confirmed with a nod, Anna's eyes closed as she bit her lip, this was the 2nd Queen she had experienced dying and this felt much more hard than the death of Queen Sonya. "I'll get it done" Anna disappeared off as Besarian wondered what should happen next, moments later he saw Anna lead three of the girls from the hall two guards falling in behind them before the ballroom doors shut, only Tatiana was still in the room, the solo dancing making it difficult for Roksana to get the entranced girls attention, in the end Roksana just grabbed her and gently manouvered her towards another door before disappearing with her own escort. Besarian heard around him the mutterings of people wondering what was going on, their time window would be running out and he hoped the Ladies had their work done before the inevitable media descent upon the Barracks would slow the process of bringing the body back. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and looked down at the text. "IS SHE DEAD!" was all it said and a web link, it seemd their window was bang shut now, one of the soldiers at the barracks must have talked to the press and already a local news website carried the headline, "Queen Murdered on sick bed" , Besarian felt sick. He made his way to where the bands conductor stood and motioned for him to stop, many checking their watches, it wasn't yet midnight, still far too early for such a ball to end. "Ladies and Gentleman, honoured guests" his voice croacked as he began to speak. "Moments ago I was informed of the sad passing of Queen Viktoriya, Guardian of Sessifet" Around the hall their were gasps and several of the guests began crying accepting hugs from those around them, one girl even feinted. "As such I will be requesting that we end tonights ball. My apologise" he left the platform and began heading for the door leaving Duke Maxim Schnoor, Lord Brayan Coxovich and Duchess Anna Utkin to work out how to get everyone to leave.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on December 20, 2017, 04:15:20 PM

Rudolph had decided to mostly dwell on a Balcony sipping away from a drink. There had been roughly six different ladies trying to get his attention, but it wasn't exactly his liking. He had been dancing with two before securing himself a silent place at the fresh air.

The music suddenly stopping made Rudolph check the announcement, grimacing as he shortly did fold his hands together: "May she rest with the Spirits of the Divine."

Making his way past the various people panicking and flocking the Hallways, he had almost reached his Appartement as he noticed Cedrik Morgan whimpering checking his Smartphone, whipping his eyes before sobbing again:

"Mister Morgan." Rudolph said, before approaching the young man from earlier the evening.

"She didn't just die." Cedrik sniffed, not even looking up as he watched a small snipped of Video snatched from outside the Barracks: "She got murdered."

Rudolph raised a concerned eyebrow: "I am sure that last part is just rumors that will be washed away tomorrow." unlocking the Door to his Appartement, he pointed for Cedrik to follow: "I am sure the staff would appreciate less people occupying the hallways in this crisis."

He made some Tea for himself and the Distraught Debutante, filling some fine porcelain Cups with goldne trim and added some Rock Candy before stirring with a fine silver spoon: "I understand the Death of a Queen especially one so beloved as Viktoria, to pass so tragically..."

It wouldn't be until the next morning that Cedrik would be seen by staff members leaving the Ambassadors rooms.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on December 21, 2017, 02:30:14 AM

How Emalet got back to her room she didn't know, sitting on the edge of her bed she picked her charging phone up off the bedside cabinet and placed the call she'd known she'd likely have to make but had hoped she wouldn't have to.

"Hello?" came the male voice on the other end of the call
"Your Majesty." Emalet said, she'd called the phone of Emperor Peter
"Emalet." Peter said "How's Lodja?"
"The country's beautiful." Emalet said "Though it lost some of its shine tonight."
"It's happened hasn't it?" Peter's voice suddenly far softer and less formal
"Yes." Emalet said "She's dead."
"How are you holding up?" Peter asked now concerned for his ambassadors wellbeing
"Ok I think." Emalet said "She was just a year older than me. No one that young should have to die."
"I agree." Peter said "Get some rest Emalet. As of tomorrow you need to be firmly on your toes." he hung up

Emalet threw herself onto the bed she knew what Peter meant, there had already been an atmosphere of contingency around the Palace, the four candidates assembled but as long as Viktoriya had been alive they were just that a contingency plan after all where there was life there was hope. Now with Viktoriya dead those four candidates knew where they stood without question one of them would be Queen, in the novels she'd read this sort of situation usually led to behind the scenes shenanigans as those in place vied for power, it had happened throughout history and still happened across Mundus behind the scenes of every government trying to get a law through the legislature, it probably happened at the College of Cardinals when a new Pope was being chosen, now chances were it could happen here. Despite what Besarian had said and what she'd overheard others say this was all about behind the scenes power now. Who was going to be chosen? Well that depended on what the people with the power wanted, rumor was Besarian had wanted Lady Jasmina for Queen over Viktoriya, easy to see why given they were supposedly lovers a thought that backed up the glances she'd seen during dinner, would Besarian want that kind of control over the next Queen? Well the game was on now wasn't it?

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on December 22, 2017, 10:06:39 PM

The evening was a blur for Stasya, first they'd been taken to the Palace roof terrece which doubled up as an emergency helipad, a sure sign to everyone in the islands lower dwellings that something was happening. The pair had of course flown in helicopters before but this was strange, this was a military one and the loading bay contained a glass coffin and several boxes, something that the military had obviously been planning for some time. The two girls didn't know that several of such glass constuctions had been prepared, but each of them sat in silence on the short flight to the military hospital. As the aircraft passed over the gates of the base a crowd was already visible in the evening, lights from cameras of newscrews illuminating the darkness beneath them. The rear of the helicopter opened and the soldiers unsecured the coffin and a few hoisted the boxes in their arms as they moved silently out of the hold followed by the two ladies in waiting, the group were shown into the hospital itself armed men still visible at most doors. They passed a room where Stasya spotted the weeping mother of the Queen being held by one of her two husbands, she thought of Princess Alana, the young girl idolised her sister and was probably back on Tar Island, was she even aware of what was happening to her sister here? Stasya put the thought to the back of her mind as they reached the door of the Queen's room, military police and medical teams had just finished doing what they could to clean the room and in the case of a trauma doctor patch the body up. The two girls embraced each other before entering fearing what they'd see, Viktoriya was lying on the bed, crisp new white sheets had been prepared and a bandage around her head hid the bullet hole. Groups of soldiers laid down the various boxes that were needed and the two girls set about their task. First a bowl of sacred water was prepared along with a bar of salt soap, a native specialism for funeral rites, Jasmina washed her own hands with the soap before beginning to wash the Queen's body, it wasn't the first time they'd bathed the Queen but it would surely be the last. It took them a good 30 minutes to first wash the body, dry it and then sew the bed sheet around the body, both girls embroided beautifully and it was as though every stitch had to be perfect as Jasmina worked South to North and meet Stasya in the middle, leaving the smallest of holes near the belly button they wrapped a ball of salt into the sheet before sewing the whole thing closed. The body was now ready for its transport, traditional dictated that a simple horse and cart take the body and one had been standing by in a hanger of a cavalry regiment on the base since the Queen's condition was known.

As the soldiers helped carry the body outside, place it in the glass coffin and then load it up the two girls nervously noted a large crowd of media and onlookers at the gate, the bases units slowly one by one appearing and then heading to help push the crowd back. Stasya was helped onto the cart by a Sergeant who clearly had tears visible on his cheek, he turned helped Jasmina and then returned to his post never turning his back on his fallen Queen. "It's time" A Major is a smart blue uniform had arrived on horseback accompanied by twenty of his unit, it would take them a good hour to get back to the Island and that was without the gauntlet they would have to run. Behind them the soldiers from the helicopter were now clambering into a four wheel drive vehicle and beyond them Staysa spotted the unmistakable scruffyness of a Red Legionnaire, three beareded and irregular uniformed men clearly here helping train the Lodjain special forces, who would now provide security for their Queen's final tour of her city.

The gates opened and the soldiers lining the road almost buckled backwards under the pressure of what appeared to be hundreds of spectators, word had spread quickly of the Queen's death and many of these had come to say goodbye, for some it had been just a little over a year ago since they had done likewise for Queen Sonja, but that day had been one of celebration, rightly so for a Lodjain Queen as her duty was done and she was now gaining her reward for service to Sessifet, however for Viktoriya that seemed ill-fitting, she was still a girl, barely 19 years of age and her death was not something to celebrate. The grim convoy plodded out the gates, Stasya shielding her eyes from the high powered flash bulbs as the media captured the image of the shrouded Queen being taken home.

Back in the Palace the Conclave had largely ignored the ambassadors, no doubt they'd be things to attend to in the morning, questions to answer and statements to be made, but for now it was about coming to terms with what was to happen. Besarian had by now gathered his thoughts, a large gulp of vodka helping settle his nerves. He had turned the now empty ball room into a council room and the Conclave began discussing what they needed to do in the coming days. Down the table was Dragan, he'd already marshalled his folders for various matters including the Queen's finances, these would be now passed onto whoever succeeded her and as such he publically announced the balance so he couldn't be accused of any misdeeds in the coming days. He knew games would get played, he'd heard of such things the last time, however they had been before his time on the Conclave, he was determined to steer clear but ready to intervene if he saw things getting out of hand. Out of all the Conclave he knew it was likely Besarian would be the one, after all he was most likely to be first considered for replacement, and to preserve against that he'd persuaded a niave Viktoriya to fill the Conclave with several of his backers, perfectly placed now to get his candidate on the throne, but which one was it? Dragan determined he'd watch and see which girl he seemed to favour time wise and then if he considered them a bad choice he'd do something, he wasn't sure what but he figured he was a pretty good improviser.

The sun was beginning to come up before the body arrived in the Palace, the cart now covered in flowers and tokens of affection. The Palace staff came to the entrance and stood in a kind of unofficial guard of honour as the coffin was moved through the Palace to the underground temple complex where it would rest now until the new Queen was choosen, tradition dictated they had a week to do so. As the Conclave returned to the ball room in search of coffee and the beginnings of an agenda for the day ahead they found a woman already sat at the table, clearly having ignored the Queen's arrival. "Gentleman" the woman was sat in Besarians seat with her feet on the table as the group entered, "Oh....beg my pardon, Lady and Gentleman" she corrected herself as Anna Utkin arrived, the nations first female member of the Conclave. The woman made no effort to move as the group surrounded the table, " Alla Kohut" she introduced herself while still seated, "Late last night the Supreme Court named me the interim High Preistess, so I thought I should introduce myself, no need for me to get up" she gestured for everyone to sit, Besarian looked confused as there had only been enough seats for the Conclave and now his was taken, he eventually picked up one from a nearby table left from the dance and put it close to his old position. "Now, you may have some ideas but frankly the process of selecting the Queen is down to the Priesthood, you simply vote on what we find out. So in......" she looked at her watch, "five hours my apprentices will be waking each of the candidates and taking them to pray next to the Queen's body, one after another, then they will come and stand in front of me in a public interview, no preparation." It was only now she stood and turned to the Conclave, "Oh and no fucking any of them, it'll just put me off picking them." she smiled began striding towards the door, "Particularly you Besarian" she shouted back without breaking stride.

Lady Anna Immich had managed to get Katyusha, Nataliya and Arina back to their rooms without anyone stopping them, two rather angry looking soldiers had helped a great deal in that manner and now she found herself slumped with her back to her bedroom door feeling a mixture of exhaustion and saddness. The cold stone floor somehow seemed a comfort as she allowed herself to cry, she had managed to hold it back in front of the three girls, with Arina being the only one to seemingly not react. She had intended to wait for the sound of Roksana returning but the weight of her eyelids became too great a struggle and so sat on the floor she drifted off.

Roksana had a more difficult time with Tatiana, the girl had burst into tears when Roksana first told her the news of the Queen's death as they'd left the ball room, but it seemed like the fresh night air had triggered a switch, suddenly Tatiana's tears had gone and the teenager began handing out hugs to those girls leaving who seemed distressed, in the end Roksana had ordered the two soldiers to literally drag the candidate away. "Why did you stop" Roksana snapped as they entered the girls chambers.

"If I'm a candidate then the Priesthood think I posses something that Sessifet admires, the Goddess wouldn't see people so upset and not care" it was strange, Tatiana was taking deep breaths, breathing out heavily through her mouth, her eyes closed clearly trying to compose herself as tears began to form at her eyes. The exercise was fruitless and before Roksana could say anything Tatiana began crying.

"I'll get you a drink, they say tea is good for shock" Roksana began to make her way towards the suite's kitchen but never got far.

"Vodka is better" Tatiana said as she reached under her bed and dragged out an unopened bottle, it wasn't like the girls weren't allowed alchohol in their rooms it was just that Tatiana felt it wiser to hide the fact she enjoyed the odd Vodka and Orange. She opened the bottle and took a unhealthy sized swig, the firey burn making her splutter as she held the bottle towards Roksana. The two sat for half an hour, the Lady in Waiting trying to comfort the young girl who seemed nervous about what awaited her.

"You should sleep" Roksana stood from the bed but found herself stopped.

"Please, stay...I don't want to be on my own" Tatiana had a surprising strength and her grip seemed determined making Roksana retake her seat. "Stay with me" Tatiana placed a hand on Roksana's cheek and kissed her lips, "Please" she added as once more moving her lips to Roksana.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on December 23, 2017, 12:36:25 AM

"Yes your holiness, the expected happened at last...May the Heavenly Father embrace her soul and may she rest in piece...Understood, I'll see to it and...Indeed, better to get some rest first, I'll call you again once I got more info in my hands, good night and sleep tight holy father. Ciao."

This seemingly nice evening turned into a complete mess when the Queen finally hit the bucket; handmaidens wailing and crying, ambassadors reporting back home not fully knowing what to do next rather than spending time in their bed rooms and God knows what, wouldn't be surprised if some comforted themselves by engaging in sexual activities right within this hour, as a way to receive cheap and lustful anesthesia to dull down the pain over a leader many revered and loved til' the bitter end. In any case, as much as Cardinal Fava respected the now deceased monarch, he didn't want to waste time and shed fake tears for someone he hardly got to be close with; insetad of now trying to head to bed at this early hour...well still early for him to say the least, he figured he could get out of his private quarters and pay a visit to that young and sweet Lady Immich, probably wouldn't mind some company from a man such as himself.

Cardinal Fava made his way quietly to the Lady's chambers and with some courage and hope, he knocked firmly on the door. "Anna, I'm sorry for disturbing you at this hour but do forgive me...I would like to have some company, someone to talk to during these sad times and if my judgement is completely correct and true...you wouldn't mind having one too? I got with me something to eat...well, more like chewing hehe"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on December 26, 2017, 10:30:36 PM

Rudolph was enjoying Tea on an open Balcony, accompanied by small biscuits and a Tablet. Much like his Studies he had picked this vantage Point to observe his surroundings. Who entered with whom, walked with whom, talked with whom. Small notes filled his Tablet while sending small notification to his Grandfather over the Lodian happenings. He had resigned to consider the Court his new Biology project for Studying Animalistic Social Behaviour.

Only a new addition to the court walking past picked his interest enough to stand up, and walk over to greet her:

"Good day, my Lady. I assume i have the honor of Greeting the new High Priestess?" Rudolph had picked up some talk from passing Servants, and the clothing and stature did fit:

"I am Dr. Niameck. Just a short Question i did get from our High Priesthood back home in Uburzis, asking what they should pray for since they are not too Familiar with your Costumes, or if you would feel offended if they included you." glancing over at this Tablet, he shook his head mumbling to himself: "And i will not forward the next question because that's inappropriate right now."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on December 29, 2017, 10:02:44 PM

Alla stopped her determined walk as Rudolph approached, "Well you're partly right, I'm in Interim High Priestess, first one we've ever had, probably the last one too." She tried to work out who this man was, her role within the Priesthood meant she had no real reason to deal with foreign diplomats and as such she was trying her best to work her way through this conversation without offending anyone. "We have an issue that the High Priestess is appointed by the Queen, well that can't happen." she shrugged, "but then the issue is the High Priestess recommends who should be Queen to the Conclave, so we're kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place." She considered Rudolph's next question carefull, " I have no worry about what someone prays for, more who they pray too, if however it serves some purpose that diplomats concern themselves with then feel free to tell your Priesthood to pray to give the four girls wisdom. In about six hours time they'll be on public display being interviewed by me, and anyone else who has questions, so feel free to pop along, bring a question or three" she added.

Down the corridor Anna Immich had been about to nod off when the knock came at the door, it was rather odd to have someone she hardly know come and knock on at such a time but she dragged herself to her feet and opened the door, "Cardinal" she said trying her best to seem more awake than she was, the Queen may be dead but her instuctions were to be polite and helpful to the ambassadors so Anna did her duty. "How can I help you?" she stood aside allowing him to walk into her living room.

OOC- Planning on moving things on 2nd Jan

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on January 01, 2018, 11:31:32 AM

"Technically our People Pray to Divine Aspects. Instead of humanized Deities we rever a Pantheon of Principles if you want to call it that. We do however have a concept to Pray to our ancestors for Guidance instead as well, as we believe we become one with the Universal Divine upon Death. So i could for Example tell them to Pray to the former Queens in their function as Vessels, or to Wisdom itself. In Theory praying to Sessifet would be Possible, but they wouldn't Pray to her as Godess."

Rudolph nodded to the set of Chairs he had arranged on the Balcony: "Some Tea for you as well? Your Country does provide some fine Herbal Mixtures i started sampling since i arrived."

Sipping from his cup Rudolph glanced over the people busily preparing for whatever Ritual was necessary: "My Pardon. You probably don't even know what Country i belong to. Ambassador for Uburzis. Talking about that as well, with the Difficulties ahead, would you mind to remind the, i think you call it Conclave, to have a representative arrive at our Emperors Coronation? The Kid could use all the Encouragement he can get."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on January 01, 2018, 11:52:22 AM

"Oh glad that you were awake still...once again I do apologise for my intrusion during the late hours of the night and frankly I would never march upon your door like this, but with recent tragic events and the chaos that has been in motion since these past few hours already, I needed someone to talk to, clear one's mind and all and I assume ddeply inside you wish the same as well? To make this worthwhile, I brought with me some goodies...chewy and delightful, right here in this ornamenful box."

As the cardinal went in her room he glanced at the set of chairs and a table where he put the box of goodies. "The Holy Father in Celestis sends his most deepest regards and prayers, may the new Queen leader this nation as well as the previous and even to greater heights" he began to say while taking the opportunity to sit down, although halfway through the process he noticed a kettle and a few tea bags. "Mind if I made some for us?" he asked while glancing.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on January 03, 2018, 11:05:00 PM

Alla couldn't think of anything lower on her priorities than speaking to the Conclave about some child's coronation, especially one that worshipped some inferior God, not even a Goddess probably, however saying so to this man's face probably wasn't the most diplomatic way of dealing with the situation. "Of course" she said, "I'm afraid I must get going" she began to walk away before stopping and returning, "It is my hope that pretty soon the four girls will appear in public for a little grilling, I'd hope you and your ambassador chums can think of some taxing questions, let me know if you do." she resumed her walk away heading for her chamber in order to quickly change into some more official looking robes.

Anna politely accepted the cup of tea and snack, she frankly didn't care less about this man and his "Holy Father" after all there was only Sessifet and her ever watchful ever caring embrace, the Mother of all things. She still didn't understand why the Ambassador had come, he'd not really explained what he wanted to talk about, and it wasn't like he'd a close bond with Viktoriya, Anna on the other hand had seen her every single day with few exceptions since she had taken the crown. "So what would you like to discuss?" Anna tried her best to sound diplomatic.

As the pair spoke their was a knock on the door and then an envelope pushed under the door, Anna knew this was often how the staff of the Palace passed messages late at night unsure whether an open door may lead to something embarassing for those inside. Anna stood and retrieved the envelope and carefully read the information inside. "It would appear that in the morning the four candidates will be taken to the Temple of the Goddess, to pray with the temporary High Priestess." she relayed the information to the Ambassador, "Then the four will be taken to the Queen's throne chamber and there the ambassadors will, along with the High Priestess and Conclave get to question the girls." She assumed that as they spoke the other ambassadors and Conclave members would be getting similar invites.

In Tatiana's room it was Roksana who retrieved the letter and placed it on the girls bed side table, she waited for Tatiana to reappear from the shower and handed it her. The girls face went pale, she handed the letter to the Lady in Waiting, "What do you think this means?" the teenager asked nervously.

"It means this new High Priestess wants to test you, see what your like when in front of important people." Roksana figured this might be a problem from Tatiana, after all even in the few days she'd observed her it was clear the girl wasn't the most conventional of the candidates, she was pretty of course, all four where, but she lacked the refined elegance of a Queen, the exception being when she moved to music, then she had the grace of a sprite floating above the land. Even the way she'd ignored would be potential suitors during the dance would have been noted. "Can I give you some advice" Roksana smiled at her, "Before you speak take a deep breath and think what would a Queen say, remember they need you to be in tune with Sessifet."

"What if I don't want to be Queen?" Tatiana asked matter of factly.

"Then you're free to go home." Roksana replied just as honestly. "But I think you'd have done that by now" between their love making they'd chatted and it was even clearer now to Roksana that this girl was not exactly nervous, she may be unsure how things worked in terms of diplomacy and the like but she was assertive, she knew her own mind and was confident enough in herself to get what she wanted. "I should go back to my room and leave you to prepare, I'll be back in five hours." Roksana stood conscous of Tatiana's eyes on her naked body.

"If you're the one escorting me then you may as well just stay" a deftly placed foot and gentle push put Roksana back onto the bed, "Beside I might not get chance to do this again if they kick me out the running tommorrow" Tatiana chuckled as she joined Roksana on the bed.

Ariana Pasternak had recieved her letter while asleep, the knock on the door alerting her to its prescence. She had read it carefully and knew from the wording to expect one of the Ladies in Waiting to come and get her in the morning. Ariana wanted to be ready, she knew this new High Priestess would be judging them straight away and so Ariana began the painstaking process of getting ready even though the meeting would be five hours away, beside she'd be so nervous now she wouldn't be able to sleep. She began going through the wardrobe she had brought with her attempting to find something that looked mournful enough for when they prayed over Viktoriya's body, while at the same time making sure it showed off her figure. She'd seen the way several of the young men at the ball had eyed her enviously and knew the Goddess was delighted by physical beauty. Having selected a rather elegant black dress she next began holding up jewellrey and accessories to determine what would be a good mix, she gathered it would be useful to appear wealthy but understated and so was desperate to find the perfect combination.

Nataliya however was taking a slightly different approach, with the Iwi being several hours behind she'd Skyped her father, an ambassador to the Iwi he was well versed in international diplomacy. The pair spent the next two hours discussing various situations around the world and what could hyperthetically be done about them, Nataliya was confident that out of the four she'd have the greater knowledge on such matters but it didn't hurt to use what resources she could. The practice interview over she chatted briefly with her Mother about what outfits to wear and was reminded to wear her Maori fern leaf pendent, "It doesn't hurt to show them you know of other cultures, its not like where isolated anymore." Nataliya nodded her agreement and took the jade coloured curled emblemn out of its box and laid it out beside her table. She had two hours left and so tried to get a quick nap in to ensure she had her wits about her in the morning.

Katyusha was probably the least nervous of the four, as a social media celebrity in her homeland she'd got used to the attention and chatting with large groups. She had looked into Viktoriya's life before she became Queen and had determined that if anything she was a better student, more worldly wise and most importantly popular. The fact hundreds of thousands knew about her already had to be a bonus and as such she was confident that the three others wouldn't be able to do anywhere near as good in front of the worlds ambassadors tommorrow. She'd showered, combed her long red hair, selected a smart navy blue outfit, as close to the Queen's colours as possible, she intended to give them a glimpse of what their future Queen would look like, and then she'd gone to sleep. Her eyes closed quickly and thoughts of her coronation where all that she dreamed of until her alarm went off in the morning.

OOC - On Saturday I'd like to move this to the public meeting. If anyone has anything they'd like to ask the candidates can I ask you either PM me or stick it in the OOC thread and I'll work it into that post so its not stop and go.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on January 05, 2018, 01:05:27 AM

Knock...knock...knock. Three raps on Emalet's door, the young Achkaerinese ambassador had spent the night trying to dream that the previous evening hadn't happened. Some posting this was turning out to be, though she'd known this could happen and likely would she hadn't anticipated it happening so soon. Knock...knock...knock. another three knocks, Emalet hopped out of bed and slowly made her way to the door, she opened it and was greeted by two people she hadn't expected to see Scotia Conway (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=49.msg3558#msg3558) and Chihaya Ousaka (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=49.msg3649#msg3649).

"Morning." Scotia said she thrust something at Emalet before the ambassador had a chance to utter a word, it was a hot chocolate in a paper cup "Get that down you."
"What are you doing here?" Emalet asked taking the hot chocolate and placing it on her desk.
"Believe it or not me and Scarlet Cox were on holiday having a chat with Scotia about some youth ideas." Chihaya said "Part of the old hands helping the current Youth President out."
"Foreign Office called my mother explained last nights events, mentioned you were probably in need of a check up so here we are." Scotia said, while they'd been talking Emalet had got dressed
"I figured I'd tag along." Chihaya said
"So how are you?" Scotia asked
"I don't know." Emalet said "I didn't expect this to happen so soon."
"It's life girl." Scotia said "Stuff like this happens, though not usually something quite on this scale."
"So what happens now?" Emalet asked
"Well according to the nice herald we spoke to outside, the four candidates spend the morning praying and then come to the throne room where you, the other ambassadors, the High Priestess and the Conclave get to question them." Chihaya said "You still a Trekkie?"
"For my sins." Emalet half smiled

"Think of this like how the Trill become joined to a symbiont, there's a rigorous process where all aspects of the perspective host are rigorously tested, their achievements, their record, their personality." Chihaya said, sipping her own coffee as she spoke "The results determine success, you're essentially determining that for one of the four."
"So advice?" Emalet asked
"Forget anything you know about any of them." Scotia said "Challenge their personalities with questions, make them reveal their true selves, you know they will look to cast themselves in the best possible light and you do that by showing your strengths not your weaknesses. They will have their shields up, you need to get through that and see each candidate for who they truly are. So forget you know them and trust your instincts."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on January 05, 2018, 03:34:55 PM

"Thank you for asking...I was about to bring something up" he replied while standing up again and proceeded walk around the room to observe things and the minute details, noticing photos depicting Anna with her colleagues, the Queen/'Goddess', oh how arrogant and self-entitled he found these Lodjains to begin with, he only knew deeply inside that they couldn't care less about everyone else except their so-called 'Deity', which was obviously false and likewise with this Pompous concept like Christianity, eternal salvation by a Messiah and something as ludicrous like the Pope; he only cared about his beloved Bene Gesserit faith and what the future held for him, though this position of power he rose to gave him considerable advantages for himself and his family, likewise the BG cause.

"Let me ask you this...What would you rather choose, money or power? It can work either way. Power is the ability to influence peoples actions to get them to do what you want. Money can also do that, if you've got enough money you can influence whole governments and businesses. Hence lobbying in these so-called 'democracies'. But in my humble opinion through and through, there is no power behind money if you don't know how to use them. To have power means to have skills of yours own and others to make something happen and have the charisma or leverage to achieve your goal - as such, money will always appear if you have the power. Money on the other hand will not grant you power if you don't know how to use them - you can bribe all the politicians in the world but if they don't believe in you or your cause, they will just take them and do nothing.

Just because you have the money, doesn't mean someone will not screw you over. If you have power, no one will want to screw you over - money or not."

OOC: "How will you see Lodja in 10 yrs?", "How would you wish to work on relations between Lodja and ES?", "How would you wish to work on relations between Lodja and the rest of Mundus?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on January 05, 2018, 10:47:54 PM

"i will asure you we will find the hardest, most daring Questions that might make them sweat and proof their worth to your Godess." Rudolph replied, before picking up his Tablet again. He found a message from the young Lodjan Debutante Morgan:

"How is the Atmosphere at the Island?"

"Busy" Rudolph replied, before adding: "They asked me to query up questions for the Candidates. How about i forward some of yours as well?"

Rudolph finished his tea, watching some more people arrived, before receiving an answer:

"How can the Godess still Favor us, be kind to us, when her very believers tried to Force their will onto a Godess. Not only the ones attacking her, but our Public in General. We demanded from Sessifet that Viktorya had to become pregnant. We didn't pray for it, we expected it. Then not did we allow for the Queen to be attacked, no. The High priestess tries to force the Godess to choose a new Vessel. How can Sessiffet forgive us?"

Rudolph almost chocked on a Biscuit before coughing up, then tilting his head: "Actually, that is a great Question..." he mumbled to himself, before typing away: "Will forward. Rephrase it a little to be more Diplomatic but i will forward it."

In the end, he did send this to the Priestess:

"As one of your Faithfull had asked me to forward his concerns, as Question for the Candidates: How can the Godess forgive and still stand on our Side, when not only the People had the insolence to Demand the Pregnancy during the first Year, but also the High Priestess ended her Chosen vessel before the Godess released it on her own Accord. As i myself do not see fit to ask Questions of Faith, i found it better to forward this to you, as it comes from the Heart of a Believer"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on January 07, 2018, 05:03:11 PM

Anna wasn't one for metaphorical discussion, especially at such a time, "The two things power and money are different sides of the same coin, in effect they are one and the same thing. What is actually more important than both is knowledge, without knowledge you aren't equipped to make money, oh you can inherit it easy enough but as a wise person once said a fool and their money are easily parted. On the other hand we have power, well you say its the ability to influence people, and how do you influence people, well through your knowledge of them, it allows you to know what buttons to press, what emotions to play upon, hence the phrase knowledge is power." She hoped she'd made herself clear. There would be no time for a follow up anyway as the hour was getting on and there was work to be done, Anna made her excuses to see the Cardinal out before preparing herself for the day ahead.

The temporary High Priestess had made arrangements while the Palace slept, the Queen's body had been taken to the Temple of the Goddess, it was awkward to move it there as a narrow descending corridor lead to it, vibrant bright colours decorating the wall either side showing scenes of joy and a love of live, even the floor was painted to look like like grass while a sky with a few white clouds was painted on the roof. The corridor allowed just enough space for a coffin to be held if the soldiers carrying it stood inwards and shuffled along, careful to take care of their precious cargo. At the bottom of the corridor was the inner shrine, the most Holy place to Lodjains as it was believed that this was where the goddess Sessifet first ever joined with a Queen of Lodja. The coffin was placed on the cold floor and guards stood watch over it. While this was going on the Priestesses aides had been gathering the various people together.

Luckily Roksana was supposed to be escorting Tatiana to the Shrine, so it was of no surprise to the aides that the Lady in Waiting was already at the young woman's room. The pair walked silently side by side with one of the Warriors of Gaia leading the way dressed in ceremonial uniform. As they headed along the Palace corridor several staff members, and even Lord Besarian had turned out to watch, the pair meet Lady Stasya and Ariana, the girl looked elegant in a long black dress, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, a long gold chain around her neck. Compared to Tataina dressed in a simple grey suit complete with white blouse and even a tie Ariana already looked like she was a Queen. The next duo to join them was Lady Anna, who once shut of the Cardinal had picked up Nataliya whose fern leaf pendent stood out against the black dress she had worn. Finally completing the group came Lady Jasmina and Katyusha, their matching red hair both pulled back into a neat braid. The younger girl dark blue dress, minus the gold braiding, looking like something not too disimilar to what a Queen would wear. The eight women made their way into the Shrine following the route that the Queen's body had taken. The High Priestess joined them and for a few moments lead the group in prayers over the Queen's body within it's glass coffin. Once the prayers had been said the Priestess stood from her kneeling and went around the Shrine blowing out all the candles as she made her way to the door, "I shall return in one hour, use the time to focus your mind" and with that the final candle was blown out leaving just a fient amount of light from the candles in the hallway to cast a few glimpses of the images on the wall of the shrine.

During that hour the Queen's Hall was prepared, long benches put in place for the audience Alla anticipated, at the front four stools had been placed at the foot of the steps that lead to the throne. The High Priestess greated each of the people coming to view the unique occasion, the first time a Priestess had publically questioned a future Queen, it had always happened but always done in private, this was clearly a new way of administraring the faith and Alla seemed to be revling in it. "Besarain, so pleased you spent the night in your own bed." she teased, "I believe by this time when we selected Viktoriya you were already chasing Jasmina like a puppy dog." she teased him much to Dragan's amusement. The Conclave took the front seats but then were ordered to move to the back. "You've had several days to meet them, let the world view them." Alla ordered and while the others hesitated it was Anna Utkin who moved first followed by Dragan.

Once the hall was full Alla took her seat, one step below the Queen's throne which sat empty save for a bunch of flowers, a symbolic gesture that the Queen would not be attending a meeting in the Hall. One by one the girls were accompanied into the Hall, being escorted up the aisle between benches by a Lady in Waiting, Alla instructed each of the girls to stay standing until all four had gathered. "Stand on the stools" Alla instructed and hesitatingly one by one starting with Tatiana the girls did so, the three others taking care of their balance in heeled shoes, meanwhile the nimble Tatiana practically leapt onto the seat. "Turn for the audience." They were instructed, the idea seeming bizarre to them, each did as was told and completed a 360 spin. "Now Sessifet was a creature of pure beauty, as such the Queen must be to, so let us see what we are dealing with." Alla walked down to the floor and took a box from an aide, "Remove all your make up, jewellry and then remove your dresses" the four girls looked puzzled at each other, "Sessifet tells us to not be ashamed of the human body, it was her greatest creation, modelled after her own perfection" As if to emphasis this she began unbuttoning a blushing Tatania's blouse, "If you are ashamed Sessifet will not embrace you." Slowly the four did as told, Ariana seeming to be the only one completely unconcerned about being stood in her underwear, Tatiana did her best to cover herself and was thankful she'd worn something a little more lady like than the briefs she normally did, the thought made her laugh and apparently for no reason she stood chuckling to herself. Natalia eyed the laughing girl as though she was insane, while Katyusha arranged her long hair to try and cover herself a little more. "Remain standing" Alla ordered, "I believe we have some questions." Things had been arranged and the first to stand was Emalet.

"If you wouldn't mind could you tell us how your best friend would describe you?" The Achakerin ambassador sat back down before Alla added a part to the question, "One word, then why."

Alla pointed to Tatiana indicating she should answer, their was little hesitation, "Curious. The worlds a big place and I want to experience it and everything in it, to try new things and gain from them." The finger then moved to Natalia, "Helpful, I think its important to help anyone your in a position to do so, whether it be my father, or people in my community." The red head of Katyusha was the next to answer, "Popular, I have a way of getting on with everyone and becoming their friend." the girl said confidently, finally the finger fell on Ariana, " Determined, I want to be the best I can in everything I do, be it sport, education or anything else."

"The next question comes from our guest from Neu Urburzis, rather inventively he asked Lodjains for questions, and they gave him this garbage" she shook her head disparagingly but she'd agreed all ambassadors questions could be asked and so read it. "How can the Godess forgive and still stand on our Side, when not only the People had the insolence to Demand the Pregnancy during the first Year, but also the High Priestess ended her Chosen vessel before the Godess released it on her own Accord." The finger extended once more, this time to Ariana.

"We can not dream to know the thoughts of the Goddess.....unless we are fortunate enough to join with her.....Sessifet has a purpose for all of us, she is the only one who knows this and while we the people can only hope for things the Goddess will pick what happens and it shall be for the best." Ariana hoped her theological understanding made sense.

Next up was Katyusha, "The Goddess loves us like her children, a parent will forgive her children, she may be disappointed but in time we will make her proud. I believe Sessifet choose not to become a mother with Viktoriya not to break tradition, but to allow Viktoriya to shine like a comet in the darkness, a flash of short lived brilliance, paving the way for the rest of Sessifets children, perhaps Raisa Chownyk was part of that plan, we will not know." A mumour went through the audience as the girl seemed to seek to justify the former High Preistesses actions.

Next up was Natalia, "The Goddess must have consented to the release, otherwise the gun would have jammed, the killer have been discovered before hand. Viktoriya was pregnant, Sessifet had listened to the people and provided, nothing is needed to be forgiven, as always Lodja and Sessifet remain one." a few people nodded their approval.

Finally it was Tatiana's turn, " Sessifet can fogive us as a people because not all of us carried out the actions the questioner talks about. Yes tradition dictates the Queen get pregnant within the first year, but traditions change, if Sessifet wishes to wait then we the people will learn patience. One woman pulled the trigger, I did not, you did not, they did not." she motioned to the crowd, "Sessifet will stand on our side because Lodja did nothing wrong."

"Lady Emalet" Alla asked the Achkaerin ambassador again, the woman stood and then spoke, "If you could be any animal what would it be and why?"

Katyusha was smiling as she spoke, "I'd be a swan, they are elegant, graceful but out of sight they are hard working, just how I hope I am." it was something they'd once had in an interview at school and she had recalled her answer, Ariana wished she'd thought of that and instead hesitated, "I'd be a horse, to be able to run free and be beautiful." Tatiana had also an answer in her mind, "I'd be Dolphin, I've seen them on the islands, intelligent, nimble, quick, and they have fun by the looks of it." Finally it came to Natalia, "I think I'd like to be an Eagle, something about soaring high above Mundus excites me." she explained.

"Cardinal" Alla gestured for the man from ES to ask his questions and the man stood from the bench he was sat on and spoke, ""How will you see Lodja in 10 yrs?", "How would you wish to work on relations between Lodja and ES?", "How would you wish to work on relations between Lodja and the rest of Mundus?"

The selecting finger of Alla extended towards Natalia, "In ten years I'd hope to see Lodja richer, happier and as pious as ever. In terms of our relationship with your nation I think Viktoriya laid the foundations on which to build upon, the Council of Albion being a prime example. As for the rest of Mundus I think our culture confuses many, sharing that with others is vital." she thought about her time in the Iwi and how many of the things she spoke of back home confused the locals. Alla pointed at Ariana, "In ten years time I'd like to see Lodja viewed internationally as a land of great cultural works, a haven for art and music, to be the centre of the worlds new renassance. In terms of our two nations I think grand projects based on this new renassaince are a good start, our faiths are as different as they come and its time to better understand each other. As for the rest of Mundus this is where we have great foundations with the CNN, I would seek to better utlise connections there to better know Mundus." Then it was the turn of Katyusha, "Ten years from now Lodja needs to have ensured the safety of our way of life here at home yet at the same time seen living standards for all increase. The ES and Lodjain relationship is one that should be the strongest on Mundus, I'd need to work with your Pope to achieve that, only after meeting with him would I know how. Similarly for the rest of Mundus we need to use our talents to ensure we are valued by friends globally." As the finger came to Tatiana she went silent, weighing up her answer, "In ten years I want to see us in a situation where more Plebs are becoming Patricians, to do this we need more oppurtunities, it would be a dream one day to see so much oppurtunity that there is no reason why any hard working, loyal Pleb can't become a Patrician one way or another. As for the relationship between ES and Lodja I'd see it as important but not vital to work on more than any other nation on Mundus. The way we work on relationships there is changing their views of us, but not to the detrement of losing who we are. "

FInally it was back to the Achkaerin Lady Emalet. "If any of the candidates are better than you, what makes them better?" the killer question was asked. Alla selected Natalia, "All three of the others know Lodja better than me, I've spent the last few years in The Iwi, it means my day to day knowledge of whats happening here isn't as good as theirs because I've been experiencing another culture." She hoped she'd turned her negative into a strength. Katyusha was next, "Ariana is prettier, Natalia more knowledgable about one of our allies and Tatiana a better dancer" She's selected minor things for each of the girls hoping to show there were not significant weaknesses. Ariana was still smiling from Katyusha's comment, "If Lodja wants a Queen to build upon Viktoriya's friendships then Natalia is our choice, she already has friends within the CNN, an organisation we must take more onboard with." Finally it was Tatiana's turn, "As a whole person none of them are better, just as I'm no better than them. As one we'd make an amazing Queen, individually we'll all need help, I realise that and so I don't think overall Katyusha, Natalia or Ariana are better than me, I know what I know, and more importantly I know what I don't." The others looked at her as though she'd cheated by not complimenting at least one of them.

"The girls will stay on their stolls, feel free to come chat with them or some of the Ladies in Waiting, the Conclave even, if you wish, why not even the guards hey." She pointed to the uniformed men standing at the doors to the hall on three of the four sides. Alla motioned to Besarian to join her at the front of the hall to the left hand side. "So, what do you think."

Besarian had a clear idea but he wished not to show his hand to early. "I think three of them could become Queen tomorrow, Tatiana worries me a little." he said and Alla nodded her understanding.

"And who would you take to your bed?" Alla was blunt at all times with the Conclave, Besarian was flustered once more and unsure what to say to a woman of faith, he looked back at where the four underwear clad girls were stood on chairs with a few people speaking to them. "Come on its not hard, I'd take Ariana and I'm not even into women." the High Priestess probed.

"She's a beautiful young woman for sure" Was all Besarian would say as the pair made their way back to stand within hearing range of the gathering.

OOC - Feel free to interact with any Lodjain or someway or other give me your thoughts etc. I'm going to try and move this on a little more probably Friday.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on January 11, 2018, 12:32:14 AM

Rudolph walked over to where the Conclave and some other Higher Ranked Personal was chatting, his mind working through the answers of the candidates as he smiled: "quite the different answers they gave." he said, open into the round, before turning his gave to the four on stage: "I am quite impressed of how elegante Miss Katyusha maneuvered the Questions. Not only in the answers themselves but always how she answered. She has a certainty of Elegance around herself while managing to wrap a strong Position in Silken Words."

Leaning back onto a wall, he glanced around the People around him, nodding approvingly: "It's hard to see Fault in these young Women, though i must admit i feel like Miss Tatjana tried to weasel herself a little out of Lady Emelet's Question."

Grabbing a Glass of Tea from a servant, he glanced the others, Bessarians blush still visible before he grinned slightly: "Though i must admit Lodja has some very fine Citizens, whoever will be any of their Husband will be a very lucky Man."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on January 11, 2018, 11:46:43 PM

Emalet stayed seated for a moment turning her 'star eye' over each candidate in turn...a very interesting mix weren't they? Tatiana the curious dolphin, Natalia the helpful eagle, Ariana the determined horse and finally Katyusha the popular swan. Interesting answers to those two questions indeed but those had been nothing more than the baseline questions, the warm up punches, the jabs to use the boxing jargon that Emalet was familiar with the third question had been the knockout punch, that was the one she'd been the most interested in and she was grateful that it was the last question of the session, better to finish with something thought provoking than something else. As for the answers to that question well they were yet again interesting, Tatiana had taken an interesting approach in answering it but it almost smacked of arrogance and if anything was possibly a cop out of an answer. Natalia? Now here was someone who spoke a decent amount of the truth in more ways than one, it was true that Natalia lacked Lodjan cultural understanding but she had experience of learning about another culture, something the other three did not and this was a quality found among and prized by other major leaders on Mundus such as King David, Emperor Peter, King Piripi and of course the late Queen Viktoriya. Ariana had registered it seemed something of what Natalia had said, taken it and turned it into her own answer and then there was Katyusha, a very clever sidestep and in truth an answer that displayed the trait she'd looked for in humility though maybe not in the constructive way she'd hoped.

Why was humility what she'd wanted to see? Two reasons, first humility often went hand in hand with modesty and this was the point of identifying where someone was weak, Emalet boxed and she knew her strengths and her weakness's, in recognizing her weakness's and also where the other side was strong she could gain an awful lot, so had the girls understood this? In some ways yes. Second there was something understood in Achkaerin's noble circles the monarch served the people in all their duties that was a key part of a monarch's role.

She walked past the four candidates deep in thought, she turned and looked back towards the candidates
"Two horse race" she muttered as she backpedaled past Besarian without noticing him, she wanted some air, maybe she'd go and change for a run her eyes however were focused on her 'two horses' Katyusha and Natalia, though perhaps ironically she regarded Ariana as the dark horse, but she knew who she gave the better chances to.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on January 13, 2018, 04:48:58 PM

Cardinal Fava, like some of his other colleagues, were very much impressed of the answers given by the royal candidates...well mostly. The one who impressed him the most was a no-brainer...Katyusha, she seemed to be of the right type of material fit for ruling a country and knew how to maneuver her way around the politics and intrigue that occurred daily. Deeply inside he hoped that she would one day become the Queen, but it was probably for the better not to hold positive thoughts, after all it wasn't him who controlled the destiny of man, and the choice one likes the least always ends up in the other direction so to say, that's what he had learned from past experiences in any case.

"Quite an impressive performance you put up there" he told Katyusha while taking a chair and sat beside her. "I'm just curious as to why I only find you to be the most sane and realistic of all candidates here, became glad when you took my questions seriously when answering, especially that part when you apparently wanted ES-Lodjain relations to be as strong as possible..."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Arda Tuluva on January 14, 2018, 06:36:14 PM

Princess Nessanië stood quietly listening to the candidates answer the questions presented to them. Her eyes often drifted to the dashing Finance Minister. In typical Arda Tuluvan style she observed them all and contemplated her question before approaching the four ladies. The princess wore all white with her headdress made of silver. Nessanië had informed her sovereign immediately once the news broke. The Empress – might she live forever – had declared that the Empire, too, would be in period of mourning for the late Queen. Viktoriya had been declared a friend of the Throne, thus intoning the Celestial Court to observe the 144 days of mourning.

She had met Ariana the previous day, a nice young girl. She seemed determined and knowledable enough. Nessanië thought Natalia was the oddest choice. She was a little naïve, having spent her formable years in a foreign nation, she even admitted she had little sense of what and who Lodja is. Not an answer Nessanië would have said. The Princess found that Katyusha has no sense of humility, unchecked her arrogance could be a ruin for the Lodjan Crown. Popular? Popularity was useless to consecrated sovereign. Charisma, fortitude. These are the qualities of a Queen, not the need for people’s validation to deem you ‘popular’. With good rule, humility, and intelligence then came respect from the people, with respect comes approval, with approval comes loyalty. Popularity. This is not some pageant, this is the institution of ruling the Queendom. Tatiana; a force for change and yet she had a great desire to maintain Lodja’s long and beautiful traditions. She was most similar to the Autárimë Empress. Nessanië thought that of the four, Tatiana was the best candidate who would help to build greater relations with Arda Tuluva, to expand the foundations laid by Queen Viktoriya.

She bowed politely to the interim High Priestess, then to the four candidates individually: to show no favoritism Nessanië bowed to them in alphabetical order according to the Lodjan language. She opted for a question that was highly common on the Arda Tuluvan Imperial Examinations, their answers would elucidate what they valued most, “Schools are built for three reasons: to educate the masses, to train talented persons, and to revitalize the industries. Please explain which of these three is most important.”

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: KrisNord on January 15, 2018, 10:13:40 PM

Lennox found all this making half naked perhaps maybe future Queen's stand of chairs and do a public job interview rather fake, everyone had clearly prepared, and the answers smacked of people saying what was meant to be said. That was until Tatiana refused to play by the rules, he'd took notice when she refused to say any of the others were better than her, it appealed to the competitor in him, a confidence was needed to do the job of a King, even a Prince and the only one who seemed secure in her own skin was the weirdest one of the lot. He'd seen her dancing in the gardens bare feet with headphones on, very unroyal behaviour but not that it mattered. Lennox's own family weren't exactly orthadox, his brother Finley spent all his time in the woods pretending he was some medievel peasant or something, his sister Una was more a football Mum than a Princess, and had even turned her back on their Gods, his youngest sister Cait, well she was like a she-wolf and not exactly ladylike away from the public view.

He had spent much of the proceedings watching Jasmina anyway, they'd not spent as much time together as he'd have liked since the day his wife had slapped his lover. That had caused a few issues but in truth Lennox didn't care, he found his wife dull and annoying, so unattractive that he found it difficult to even sleep next to her. If it hadn't been for his father arranging the marriage and him giving his oath that he'd marry her he'd have walked away years ago. Even the fact he had a three year old son with the sow wouldn't have kept him with her. He'd of course look after Curtis and see he wanted for nothing but he'd be free from the banshee. He couldn't read which of the four Jasmina had favoured, he's ask her later, maybe over dinner in her appartment if he could get away from his wife for an evening.

Lennox had made his way over to where Rupert was talking with some of the Conclave, he had just walked over when he heard him talking about Tatiana. "Weasel you say" he clapped the man on his shoulder, "I'd say more skilful manoeuvring, you put someone in a position they don't want to be and they come out in one piece, well thats a skill I'd want in a monarch. Tell you what, a bottle of 40 year old whiskey versus......I don't know what do you guys even drink that's half good. That they pick Tatiana, you pick your horse.....lady sorry, not that any look like horses.....and whoever is right gets the others bottle, if we're both wrong I'll just meet you here and we'll get drunk toasting our stupidity."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on January 15, 2018, 11:20:06 PM

Rudolph raised an eyebrow but smiled at the UC ambassador: "I wouldn't dare pick who will become the next Queen, that is under normal circumstances." Glaring at the four Persons on the Chairs, he smiled: "I would call Katyusha then, i have some fine Raspberry Spirits at my Lodgings. And a Bottle of Gin."

Honestly, he really wasn't counting on Katyusha, as he truelly didn't feel like he knew to make an educated guess, but he saw the man walking up to him as intriguing enough to allow himself to loose a silly bet over. He had little interaction with the other Ambassadors so far, and only guessed by the offer of Whiskey it Probably was the Man from UC.

"Any one else want to participate?" looking over to Bessarian: "Well, i'd say some of us already took their Bets."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on January 15, 2018, 11:44:15 PM

"Now now let's play this fair." Emalet said approaching Rudolph and Lennox, she'd overheard the conversation and found it intriguing as it was a bit of fun and presented a decent friend making opportunity "It would be a little unwise to ask someone who actually has a say in the final decision to participate in such a wager, compared to we ambassadors who don't have that capacity, I'm not a fan of gambling but this would appear to be a more friendly wager. So a bottle of forty year old whiskey from Ui Cenneslaig, Raspberry spirits and a bottle of gin from Neu Uburzis. If you gentlemen don't mind let me add something to that, I managed to bring a few crates of Mossflower honeyed mead from home in my chambers. So I'll add one crate to the pot and I'll bet on Natalia."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on January 18, 2018, 01:55:19 PM

Alla was slightly perturbed that the selection of the Queen had turned into something to wager, she had no doubt at all that in the bars and ratruns of Gaia the Plebs would be no doubt doing such things but to see what she had assumed where fine upstanding nobles engaging in such activity annoyed her. Jasmina had overheard Lennox's bet, she wondered who he would have bet on during her own candidacy for Queen not too long ago, she was only thankful that she had not had to endure the same conditions that these four who now stood half naked had.

The girls, except for Katyusha who seemed to have been engaged in conversation by some ambassador for the Eccleastical State remained stood silently on her stool waiting to be dismissed or a further question asked. They didn't really know where to look what with this being a new experience for everyone involved. It was only when the Tuluvan ambassador asked a question the girls spoke. "“Schools are built for three reasons: to educate the masses, to train talented persons, and to revitalize the industries. Please explain which of these three is most important.” the Princess asked leading each of them to look and see who would answer first, unsure they looked over at Alla.

"Katyusha seeing as Cardinal Fava believes you are the best you may answer first" the Priestess spoke quietly having overheard their discussion.

The red head girl thought for a moment, "I would say that revitalizing industry is the most important, the world is ever changing and a good education means you can stay ahead of that and thus make your nation wealthier, which in turn means more money for education, creating an endless cycle."

Next to reply was Natalya, "Educating the masses is the most important, unless everyone has a basic standard of education they will fall by the wayside. Already I see it in Lodja that we have some of our poorer people falling behind in so many ways. A better education would ensure that was not the case for many."

It was then over to Ariana who hadn't even waited to be asked, "Educating the masses, education allows them to be a productive tool for a nation to use to improve the standing of the nation, for each step forward a nation takes the further along the path of success it can take its people." she said proud of her metaphor of sorts.

"I reject the notion completely" Tatiana began, "To imagine that education has only three aims is in my opinion short sighted. Educating the masses, training the talented, revitalising industry, all things being done to people. Education is not having something done to you, it is being part of something, being part of the most exciting thing, a human adventure. Every new thing we learn is precious and can not be pigeon holed, education is not some mass produced product to force upon the poor, nor is it a luxury item to be savoured by the rich, it is for all, and that also means it is not the property of industry. So, my answer is the purpose of education is to equip you to be an active participant in the adventure of knowledge." She had sounded so confident but now she looked nervously around knowing she had rambled on.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on January 18, 2018, 04:16:23 PM

Rudolph raised an eyebrow and then turned to lennox:

"I think your chances just rose. A lot." before smilling: "So, if only us three participate, how about the Queen gets the rewards should it be Ariana in the end, unless someone wants to join in and wager on her..."

Those words send across to the other Ambassadors present, while catching a glimpse of alla's disapproving gaze, he admittedly shrugged it off. The Situation had been made awkward to a point where the little wager did not matter the slightest in his point of view. in the end he turned to Emalet:

"Not to be Rude, but you are Lady Emalet, did i get that right? i did not have much time yet getting to know the other ambassadors."

I did not care, Rudolph though to himself, but even eh knew he shouldn't say that out loud.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on January 18, 2018, 04:20:01 PM

"I don't think I've made your aqcuaintance yet either...Cardinal Emile Fava...at your utmost service sincere ladies and gentlemen" he joked as he took time to greet the other diplomatic colleagues of his. "Say, what's this wager all about, perhaps I could offer something as part of it?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on January 28, 2018, 05:48:13 PM

"We are just finding a Pass time and decided to bet some Liquors on whom will become next Queen." Rudolph said, nodding to the Cardinal:

"We got Whiskey on Tatjana, Mead on Natalia, Gin and Raspberry Spirit on Katyusha. Leaving Ariana without a Wager yet. Really nothing serious, just a friendly banter of us guessing who will be chosen. I think if you don't want to bet on Ariana, you would be open to place a second bet on one of the others, though i think having one bet for each would be more fun."

Turning to the other two ambassadors, Rudolph smiled: "Any objection?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on January 28, 2018, 06:04:30 PM

"Hehehe yeah ok mmh...well out of my humble, Christian spirit I shall bet on Ariana a full bottle of the finest champagne" the Cardinal said whilst nodding in full approval. Although he very much doubted that she could possibly win, Katyusha in his opinion the perfect candidate to win although he was very well prepared to be surprised as well.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on January 28, 2018, 09:32:22 PM

The girls were left standing on their wooden chairs for a further two hours as the ambassadors faded away, the girls legs and feet began to stiffen and go numb and Katyusha and Natalya both at times wobbled and had to steady themselves. Tatiana as a dancer was used to such things, she had spent hours on her feet during practices at the ballet bar as a younger girl as a result her legs were unwobbled by the standing and the minute movements with every shift of weight. What had challenged Tatiana was the boredom, her mind began to wander from topic to topic trying to fid something to stimulate her brain. Ariana on the other hand had experienced similar things before, her posh finishing school had put girls through something similar, clearly not for if they ever became Queen, but to help them develop a sense of grace and poise, apart from rocking on her heels to tip toes she stood still as well.

"Girls get down, get dressed" Alla barked turning her back leaving the four girls to try and readjust to solid ground. She didn't bother to watch as they retrieved the neat pile of clothing the Ladies in Waiting had made for them, the four aides helping their charge to get dressed. As the interim High Preistess left the room she beckoned Besarian and Dragan to follow her, she said nothing as she walked down the corridor until they were well away from the others and found a seat on one of the window sills over looking the very garden Viktoriya had been attacked in. "So as the two men who seem to have the Conclave in their influence I would like to know who you would pick as Queen." she watched as the two men exchanged glances as though trying to see who would speak first, as though being the first to speak may put them at a disadvantage.

"As Lord of the Conclave I see little reason to worry the Finance Minister here, I suspect he is pretty busy" Besarian wanted Dragan to have no input in an ideal world, the financial controller of the nation had been a constant voice against his in the Council and that had irked Besarian, to now have the matter of the next Queen hear his voice the same as his own more so.

"Ah, but Besarian" Alla chuckled, "You see Dragan here is much more linked into the people than you, in the last few years you've spent your time manipulating the nobles and screwing your way through their daughters, people respect you because of your wealth and the number of plebs who owe you patronage. Meanwhile Dragan here is a shining knight type, kind, helpful and is either more discreet in his liasons or lives the life of a monk." she smiled at Dragan who was blushing, "That Nemerian Princess I believe would be a nice addition to your bed, wouldn't hurt foreign relations either." she burst out laughing. "So who would you pick Dragan." The finance minister was still radish red but began to give his answer.

"I would pick Arina, she conforms more to our societies norms, is beautiful and the fact she comes from a large family means we're more likely to be able to gain noble support through marriages." It was traditional that some of the more influential nobles from outside the Conclave could make life difficult using their influence with the plebs, royal marriages had long been a method of satisfying their egos.

"Perhaps even a marriage to you, you're far too old to not have a wife." Alla teased him. "You Besarian?" she turned to the more established noble.

"I would pick Katyusha" he was about to explain his reasoning but Alla interupted him.

"Last time you backed Jasmina didn't you? Perhaps you choice is determined by the fact she's a red head, you have a thing for those sharing your bed don't you, has Katyusha shared your bed yet? Don't answer" she waved a dismissive hand not wanting a fumbling answer. "You two are dismissed with a task, I want you to begin considering candidates to marry the new Queen, I want a shortlist of five, you shall find three candidates between you as I shall put both of you on the list too." The pair exchanged glances, it would be an effective end to their careers in the Conclave but an oppurtunity would present itself. "You're dismissed I shall see you in the Conclave chamber in the morning." she stood and walked off heading towards the Palace's Holy central rooms where she intended to sit and consider the choice. It was a matter that would determine three futures, the Queendom's, that of a young woman and her own as the Queen would ultimately select the new High Priestess. It was as she planned, each of the four girls had gone to their own rooms and now had a visit from one of Alla's associates, a young woman from the Priesthood, each of the young women had been dispatched with orders to begin laying the foundations for Alla's own raise to power. The talks were practically identical,about the importance of tomorrows decision, the role of the High Priestess and the ways in which Alla had supported them, all an effort to make them sympatheic to electing the interim High Priestess. Each of the girls responses were noted and would be delivered to Alla.

The four informants and Alla meet in the darkness of the shrine where the coronation would end up taking place. "So what did you find out?" She asked them and listened carefully to the responses hoping to glean some information that would help her turn the coronation to her advantage, she believed she had a candidate in mind, but it may not get the approval of the Conclave, technically she didn't need it but no Queen had ever been coronated without the backing of the Conclave. "Oh and one more thing" a young blonde Priestess by the name of Sylvia had an after thought, "Each of the others say they spoke to the candidate with the Lady in Waiting present, I spoke to Tatiana and Lady Roksana was nowhere to be seen, although I suspect someone was in the bathroom, she was hiding something." Alla remained expressionless as she began praying.

It was like the longest night in each of the girls lives, each of them tossing and turning as they knew a single word in the morning would change not just their own future but that of their whole family for generations to come. As the morning light began to creep through the shutters on their rooms their respective Lady in Waiting came to help them prepare, each given an identical dark blue floor length dress almost identical to those worn by Queens of Lodja. While that was happening Alla had meetings with the Conclave, it took some talking around but soon she had them agreeing with her, only after a break meeting with Besarian and Dragan had them come to her way of thinking. It had cost her though, "Fine you shall support my candidate, in return I shall support your continued positions on the Conclave, I shall support Besarian's brother Viktor marrying Anna Utkin, meanwhile Dragan your sister Rebekah will be made Chief Priestess to the Air Force." each had named their price in terms of gaining influence, Besarian had at first demanded to be the First Husband of the future Queen, but Alla had ruled that out, but his second option of his younger brother marrying the influential former pleb now patrician minister of Social Affairs would bring a significant boost to his families fortunes. Dragan meanwhile was more concerned with helping his little sister, she was a dedicated Priestess but had been passed over a number of times for important positions, mainly because of his own unconformaty with the faith. This way he was paying her back and that was something he felt was a fair reward for his support.

In the early afternoon the girls were summound to the Throne room where the Palace staff and ambassadors had gathered. "Each of you would make a worthy Queen" Alla began her persona softer and warmer than it had been during the whole process, she embraced each of the four women and kissed them on each cheek. "Lodja stands at a point where we must now bounce back from tragedy and forge a new path for our people. I know any of you would be able to do that, but we must pick one, those unsuccessful will not be abandoned, any of you wishing to enter the Priesthood would be welcome with open arms, after all you have been found to be blessed by Sessifet." Alla walked up to the throne and picked up four bobbins of gold thread, she seemed to weigh up the four girls one final time before descending the steps, "If you do not enter the Priesthood, we shall find other ways to use you, a bright future in service of our nation should await you all." she handed each girl a bobbin, "unwind the thread" she ordered and dutifully the girls began to, "the Gold thread is the symbol of the Goddess, only a Queen may where a golden embroided blue dress" she was speaking now to the gathered crowd, "traditionally this has been done in private, but a new more open Lodja means you will witness it. The girl with the most thread is the one beloved of Sessifet" as if perfectly timed Natalya's thread ran out, the girl looked glum as she watched the other three continue unravelling their thread, Alla crossed over and kissed the girl on the forhead before motioning for her to stand aside, at that moment Ariana's thread ran out, the girl began to silently weep, her dream broken. Alla sympathetically took her to one side and watched as the two remaining girls continued, Tatiana's ran out next just a second later Katyusha reached the end of hers and let out an excited whoop. "Wait" a confused Alla said stepping forward, she couldn't have made a mistake could she? They'd measured and measued the threads last night, wound them, rewound them and then marked them. She looked down at the wooden bobbin and just as she should she saw three tiny slits cut into the rim of Katyusha's and four into the rim of Tatiana. "This is exciting isn't it" Alla smiled at the crowd, perhaps she could still save things, "I'd like to be doubly sure as the two girls finished very close together. Each of you go to the throne" the two girls made their way up the steps, "Roksana, Jasmina" the two Ladies in Waiting stepped forward wondering what was about to happen, Jasmina had taken part in the exact same ceremony before, but this was not something that had happened then, her bobbin had been the second to last like Tatiana. "Hold the threads on the arm of the throne" the Ladies did as instructed, each hesitating a moment or two before touching the throne, "Walk" the two girls were pointed down the length of the hall and began strecthing out the thread, the ambassadors and staff parted like the Red Sea allowing the two nervous girls to walk past. Tatiana walked in long strides looking straight ahead realising that as soon as she stopped her life would never be the same, it was to her mind important to seem confident as the next seconds would mark the beginning of her reign. Katyusha glanced nervously to her side trying to keep walking straight ahead, she had just shown she'd got the longest thread and was simply waiting for the girl opposite her to stop. Tatiana slipped on a chipped piece of stone, dropping her thread, Katyusha did her best to ignore it but now found herself a few meters further ahead Tatiana retrieved her golden thread and resumed her own steady walk. She could hear those either side of her, following the progress of the girls down the hall, mumble whether it was an omen or not. Katyusha was stopped now and turned to watch Tatiana walk towards her. Surely the next step would be her last but instead she kept advancing, soon she was only two steps away , the last one must be it. Suddenly Tatiana was past her and Katyusha noticed her rival had several loops more thread, she ended her walk a full two meters ahead. Tatiana had no idea why but she turned looked at Katyusha shrugging and mouthed the words "sorry".

Without a word the Lodjain's in the room, including Katyusha dropped to their knees except Alla who stood on the top step of the throne, "Sessifet has choosen, we shall welcome Queen Tatiana of Lodja officially in two days time, we shall release the spirit of Sessifet from Viktoria where she has rested these last few days, her spirit shall join with the mind and body of Tatiana and then we shall proclaim her Queen."

"STOP!" Tatiana spoke, "We have determined that we shall not be Queen Tatiana, we have heard over the last few days our dream of a new era for Lodja, a new start and a new path. It is therefore our belief that Sessifet has not only selected me to be her host, but to lead her nation on this path. We therefore believe that not only will the spirit of Sessifet join with me, but the spirit of Queen Klara Zima, the first true monarch of Lodja, the one who ended the Wars of Nobility, the one who proceeded the dawning of a new age for Lodja, therefore we shall not be Queen Tatiana, we shall be Queen Klara II of Lodja, Guardian of Sessifet." the room looked awkwardly at each other, there was no rule that a Queen couldn't select a new name for herself but it had never been done as families sought to cement their own name in the history of the nation, no member of the Kohut family had ever been a monarch or their consort and so Tatiana was passing up on that oppurtunity but she had her reasons.

Alla looked a little confused herself, but Dragan had a grin spread across his face, the Zima's were distant relatives of his own and so he was proud to have that connection, or did he know something she didn't. "The future Queen thanks you for your attendance today. Ladies in Waiting please take the future Queen Klara to her chambers" the four Ladies in Waiting formed the traditional square around their new charge and escorted her out the room. Alla meanwhile motioned for the Conclave the come to her, "Answer any questions the Ambassadors have, the line is that we are proud to have a new Queen, blah, blah you get the idea. Oh....and Besarian you're free to console any of the rejects." and with that she was gone.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: DaveIronside on January 29, 2018, 11:52:49 PM

Sir William Henry had been the first ambassador to take up residence on the Island of the Goddess, having first come to the island when his King had signed the CNN treaty of course Lennox had arrived a few days earlier but his reason for being here had emerged clearly to William who had actually befriended the Cenneg royal easily. The pair had bonded over their military background, Lennox still technically a commando of sorts and William a Red Legionnaire officer minus his right leg. It was the beauty of Red Legion that you never truely left, once a Red always a Red, and it simply meant getting moved into a different form of service. William had been lucky that despite losing his leg at 26 he'd managed to serve in the Red Legion communications centre for another five years while establishing the Legionnaire Legacy scheme that had helped so many wounded servicemen do what at first seemed impossible to them as they lay in hospital beds coming to terms with their future less a standard issue limb or similar injury. That had brought him first his knighthood and then a request from King David to come here and help establish the new military procedures for their Lodjain friends. In truth William had enjoyed that experience, he had no wife or children back home and liked the fact he still got to be around military people like Lennox while doing something useful.

He'd witnessed the way his King, a man he knew well after David's own stay at the Legionnaire Legacy centre, had formed a friendship with Stasya during his visits here and guessed there was something more to this than meet the eye, after all he recalled how awkward David had been while trying to impress Matilda yet had relaxed once the relationship was cemented, he noted similar changes in his King's mannerisms around the Lady in Waiting. He had no issue with his King's relationship here no matter how secret it was being kept, Stasya was a beautiful woman and the King was a single man, if anything William was slightly jealous.

During the process he had kept himself largely to himself, David giving strict instructions to remain neutral and visibly so, that had therefore seen him content to attend the various rituals and interviews but keep his mouth shut. Now however the dice had been rolled so to speak and it was time for that neutrality to end, and with that in mind he made his move as the various groups left the hall. He approached Stasya, if anyone would be sympathetic to an East Moreland ambassador it would probably be the woman who was his King's lover. "Lady Stasya" he yelled as he followed the party. He waited for the Lady in Waiting to let him catch up and bowed, "Madam I would ask you to do me and my King a favour" he reached into his inside pocket and produced a thick creamy envelope. "This is an open ended and official invitation to visit East Moreland on a state occasion, my King is keen to continue with Queen Tatian....Queen Klara the strong bonds of friendship we already enjoy. I do not know if he will be able to attend the coronation but I believe he will do all he can to be here." He watched for the reaction of Stasya's face as he mentioned the fact David may visit again soon. "But should he fail to do so he hopes your new Queen will accept the invitation. Please pass my congratulations on to Her Majesty" he gave a small bow of thanks and then returned to his own rooms to write up an official report for the diplomatic service.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on February 03, 2018, 08:27:48 PM

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TO THE NATIONS OF THE WORLD

My family cordially invite Head's of State to attend the coronation of my daughter, the soon to be Queen Klara II. She shall soon join with the Goddess Sessifet and assume her position as Queen of Lodja. It is our wish that like her predeccessor this event is witnessed by members of the international community, be it old friends or new. The ceremony will also include the celebration of the life of Queen Viktoria who shall be cremated in the Holy Temple on the Isle of the Goddess.

Those Head's of State, or their representatives visiting the Island for the first time are asked to meet with the Acting High Priestess Alla Kohan at the causeway to the island at 11am, those who have visited the Island before are asked to arrive in the Queen's Throne Room no later than midday. As the Temple itself is extremely small we shall only permit each nation to send two people to witness the ceremony, however we welcome all to the festivities that shall follow after. Please keep in mind that the Temple of the Goddess is reached through two narrow corridors with steep steps and there are no facilities to ease access.

We look forward to welcoming you to Lodja in the near future.

Best Regards

Varlaam Kohut
Father of the Future Queen

The invites had been sent the evening Tatiana had been named as Queen,for those with ambassadors in Lodja they had been hand delivered by an exceptionally proud father. Varlaam Kohut was the third son of a minor noble family, a family however with a proud military heritage despite a lack of great wealth or land. Varlaam was by no means poor, the three small estates he owned and the luxury yacht he enjoyed cruising around the islands on where a testimont to that, but by the standards of his siblings he was just "comfortable" in terms of wealth. He'd proudly worn his Squadron Leaders uniform as he had knocked on each ambassadors door, introduced himself and then checked the name before handing over the thick creamy coloured envelope. He wondered how much longer he would have left with the Air Force, the demands on his time would now be taken up with so many new duties, public events, religious ceremonies, opening new buildings and the like, as Father of the Guardian he would have a role to play within his country far higher than his current one, and much higher than his older brother Artem who was Duke of Granva. His wife Ruslana was busy too, she had to pick out an outfit, find flowers, decorate the hall the way she would like it, after all the role of Mother of the Guardian meant playing a large part in the day to day running of the Palace, something that as an officers wife she was exceptionally good at. It was Genadi, the future Queen's older brother, who was having the hardest time adjusting. He'd always known his sister would be the favourite, it was the way with all Lodjain families that daughters meant more because they were closer to the Goddess, but Genadi had always expected his sister, the awkward whimsical little girl to mess things up and he'd inherit most things, he wondered just what had happened to make her Queen material. He was proud though, and perhaps if granted the title Prince it would help him through his life even more.

The two Kohult children sat on Tatiana's Gaia Residence balcony the morning of the coronation. It was considered bad luck for the future Queen to stay on the island the evening before the coronation. Currently Viktoriya's muslin wrapped body was laying on a funeral pyre and it would apparently mean the Goddess could leave the deceased Queen's body early if she felt her new Guardian close by, and that apparently could be a disaster. She knew there would be visitors arriving at the Palace already as she heard the various detachments below in the courtyard leaving, each assigned to ensure the safety of various Head's of State. She spotted the four men in dark suits get into a car with the East Moreland flag attached and head off. "Stasya will be pleased then." Tatiana smiled.

"Which one is Stasya?" Genadi asked as he leaned back on the chair resting his feet on the marble edging of the balcony. He was still not up to speed on who was who on the Island, only that morning before coming to see his sister he'd bumped into Prince Lennox and realising he was some royal from Ui Cenneslaig had called him King Finley only to recieve a loud chuckle and a firm handshake followed by "Aye if you say so laddie". Put Genadi in a medical situation and his memory was as sharp as the scalpal he was learning to use to do plastic surgury, but names and faces just weren't his thing.

"Darker complexion, smoky eyes, nice lips, dark hair" Tatiana described the Lady in Waiting who was the object of King David's desires.

Genadi thought for a moment trying to place her, his mind stumbling for a moment, "So that's not the one your screwing?" He asked rather bluntly, his sister simply threw a napkin from their breakfast tray at him. "No?"

"No" she smiled as she got up and leaned on the balcony, "That's Roksana, beautiful blonde girl, tall, amazing legs" Tatiana wished she could have come with her but the Ladies in Waiting where not officially in her service until after the coronation, "So hands off" she slapped her brother about the head with the towel that had been on her chair.

"So, you've bagged one Lady in Waiting, another is essentially taken by Prince Lennox...or King Finley....Lennox?" Tatiana nodded as her brother fumbled around, she was in a way glad for him that he wouldn't be expected to be around the Palace all day everyday, it'd send him over the edge what with all the names and gossip to remember. "and one with the Morelander monarch. So kinda limits my choice"

"You don't touch any of them without my say so." Tatiana said firmly, "They have duties that far outweigh your slicing people's noses off....or whatever it is you do." She wondered what it would be like trying to negotiate the corridors of power while contending with the gossip. "Beside I have to weigh up first if I tell the people?" she turned serious.

"What, that your getting it on with a Lady in Waiting?" Genadi asked feeling once more lost.

"No you idiot, that I'm bisexual, I mean I know the stories that Sessifet spent time in the company of women as well as men, but well, the last Queen we had who took a female lover was Elena Pelagiya and she was shit. What if the people think that like Sessifet is bringing a bit of Elena back?" Tatiana wasn't overly superstitious, she followed her faith and saw its purpose but she didn't buy into it as much as she probably should.

"They won't" her brother stood and hugged her, they weren't the most tactile of siblings but they did have a deep friendship that meant Tatiana had no problem confiding in him about her liasons with Roksana. "Look you'll do great, then no one will compare you to Elena at all, and just think in this day and age you could be the first monarch on Mundus to have a wife and a husband." they laughed as a knock sounded from the door.

"Lady Tatiana" it would be one of the last time's she'd hear that name, she knew much of what she wanted to do in her reign would be seen as unorthadox but that meant she would need to keep people onside, and what better way than harking back to the past, hence she had thought long and hard about her title, and believed calling herself Queen Klara II after the nations first real Queen would show respect for the past she intended to change. She walked over an let the servant in, a young girl who normally would spend her time ensuring that the Queen's residence in the city was ready should the Queen deceide to attend a function in Gaia and wish to remain in the city, or simply have some time away from the island. It was a pretty easy job, make sure everything was clean and tidy, the fridge stocked and cars fuelled, but today she was almost a stand in Lady in Waiting. It would take the future Queen several hours to get ready, and so her brother left back to the Island of the Goddess in order to prepare himself. The tide was out and so the causeway over to the island was usable, his driver took him straight over. Unlike many of those arriving today he'd already recieved a blessing, and so he simply waved as Acting High Priestess Alla Kohan waved as he passed. She would be welcoming those coming for the first time and she was accompanied by several of her trainees.

At the far side of the causeway he saw teams of smartly uniformed guards checking the island's hillside railway that saved the longer, steeper walk up to the Palace. He politely nodded to them as he entered the rickity old wooden carriage that was some kind of antique by today's standards but did give the island some charm. He sat down as it hoisted him up the hillside to the summit where he joined his father, mother and the Ladies in Waiting to greet the first arrivals, those who had been here before.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on February 04, 2018, 09:14:26 PM

The Emperor of Achkaerin Peter Azurewind (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=49.msg157#msg157) and his newly wed wife Renee (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=49.msg166#msg166) stepped down from Fox One, the official aircraft of the Emperor, they'd been here before for the wedding of the now late Queen Viktoriya but that had been when they had been nothing more than a dating couple now they were married and this was their first official outing as such. Lodja never ceased to amaze Peter the beauty of the nation was quite breath taking. Taking Renee's hand the pair made their way to the waiting car that bore the Achkaerinese flag on it, the journey wouldn't be that long, it hadn't been the last time and it was unlikely the route had changed, Peter's mind was also on Emalet, the young Achkaerinese ambassador was the same age as the young woman about to assume the Lodjan throne and the Emperor was a little worried about her hence why he'd turned the couples personal security for the occasion over to Zoe Silvermist (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=49.msg650#msg650), Emalet's older sister, the sisters hadn't seen each other since Zoe had helped Emalet move into the Palace of the Goddess but she like the Emperor was a little worried - being around death at the drop of a hat was Zoe's world it wasn't Emalet's. Still at least the three had all been there before.

It didn't take that long before the car pulled up and the three got out of it, waiting for them a few feet away was Emalet (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=49.msg964#msg964), Zoe embraced her sister first before Emalet greeted Peter and Renee, she then led the Achkaerinese trio over to the Lodjan welcoming committee
"May I introduce His Imperial Highness Emperor Peter of Achkaerin and his wife Renee." Emalet said "And my older sister Zoe."

On the other side of the causeway another pair were making their arrival, from Vafleon came Crown Prince Manius Silverwood (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=411.msg2497#msg2497) and his younger sister Catrain (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=411.msg2498#msg2498), having never been to Lodja before the pair had read the instructions carefully, having never been to a coronation before the pair had erred on the side of being the early worms and had turned up at the causeway well in advance of the stated time. Better to give themselves plenty of time to find their way if they got lost for some reason. This was a significant moment for these two, it would not be long before Manius was King of Vafleon so it was important to lay the foundations and build a network while they made the preparations for that.

"Acting High Priestess Kohan?" Manius asked, just about controlling his stammer "Crown Prince Manius Silverwood from Vafleon, this is my sister Catrain it's a pleasure to meet you and to visit this nation." he'd opted not to pass comment on the nature of Queen Viktoriya's death as it echoed similar to how his own mother had died and having just lost his father as well the last thing he wanted to do was end up overcome by emotions of that sort on this day.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: DaveIronside on February 04, 2018, 09:58:07 PM

David had delayed his arrival on the Island of the Goddess, he had considered heading over the night before but he'd discovered that Stasya would be busy, not surprisingly. As such he'd flown into Gaia and found himself watching the World Cup final in the East Moreland embassy building within the city. The King watched eagerly as his former team-mates of Hygelac took the field, the embassy staff sat in the lounge around him watching. It was as though David kicked and headed every ball during the game and spent the final minute of the game pacing in front of the lounges giant TV screen. The ref blew the final whistle and the King literally jumped in the air, the staff around him laughed and wondered just how excited he'd have been if East Moreland had won. His reaction though was understandable, even the embassy staff recognised the sporting miracle they had just witnessed and found it hard not to feel a lump in their throats. It was even more understandable that the tiny nation had been born with the support of people like King David who had stood up to save the wilderness of the southern continent. David watched as his former team-mates stepped up to hoist the trophy and felt tears of pride in his eyes, as well as disappointment, had it not been for a Borlander bullet that was making him feel weaker each month that passed he could have been there.

The King took an hour or two to calm down, he headed to his room and prepared to get ready, he donned his suit, strapped his ceremonial sword on and selected a tie, normally it would have been a red one with white pinstripes, representing his nation, today however he selected a blue one with red and yellow diagonal bars, the colours of Hygelac, but David wasn't that undiscreet, it was also colours of Lodja, the blue and yellow worn by their Queen and the red in their flag. He smiled at the thought of the TV from earlier but also the fact he knew he'd be seeing Stasya. As they approached the causeway he watched as the Priestess was speaking to people he recognised as the Slverwoods, he remembered the ceremony well but now he was a frequent visitor to the Island. He'd arranged to meet his ambassador Sir William at the bottom of the cliff railway. "William, how are you?" the King extended a hand to his ambassador, a man he has selected specifically for this post.

"Very good Your Majesty" he bowed, "I suspect you're chuffed" he knew the King had been watching the game, he'd had his staff sending him pictures throughout the game, "Do they know your a ex-Hygelac international?" William teased him. "Regret hanging up your boots?" the pair laughed as they boarded the rail car.

"Well it's not something I've spoke much of , but I'm a very proud Hygelacite tonight......but even a more proud Morelander, as usual" he remembered the first time he'd come and walked up the path to the Palace, something that as a twinge went through his back he wondered if he could manage without ending up in pain for days. The very thought of it caused him to rub the back where he could feel the stiffness of the scar tissue. "So how is this new Queen?" the King asked.

"Interesting, she's probably the least noble of the four, certainly a little weird....I think in a good way. I mean she seems nice, but she has some kind of an edge to her, something I can't pin point." William still couldn't work Tatiana out but he suspected that she wouldn't be quiet as much an ice queen as Viktoriya, that was unless the Goddess willed it of course. William also suspected the King had his own source of information that could give much more of an insight than his own. As they reached the top of the track the King exited, they spotted the Achkaerin delegates.

"If only Hygelac hadn't celebrated so long I'd have been here earlier" the King whispered to William. "I can find my own way Will if you have things to do or places to be. Meet for a drink after?" the pair shook hands as William made his way to his own chambers to prepare for the festivities after. David approached and waited for Peter and Renee to finish speaking to the parents of Tatiana, as he was introduced to each of the Ladies once more he found it hard not to sweep Stasya up in his arms, instead bowing neatly as she curtsied. "Lovely to see you again Ma'am" he said as he stepped aside, "Peter, Renee" he strolled over to them, "How's married life?" he asked.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Arda Tuluva on February 05, 2018, 02:17:40 PM

The Lodjan ambassador entered the Throne Room in the Hall of Brilliance once she was announced, thrice. She had followed the protocol having done this before. After entering the Lodjan Noble bowed low at the waist, she took twelve steps, bowed again in the same fashion. Then nine steps, bowed; six steps, again another low bow. The final three steps ended with the Lodjan ambassador falling to a full kowtow. Ambassadors were instructed to follow Court Procedure to the letter when presenting themselves before the Daughter of Heaven, else their credentials would be revoked and they would be deported from the country.

A gong rang resonating through the Hall, the Lodjan ambassador lifted her head from the ground and remained kneeling, eyes down. “Honorable and genial, the Divine Queendom.” Ehtelë spoke loudly on behalf of his mistress, “Lodja shines bright upon Mundus, blessed by Heaven and Earth. Fortune and glory.”

“The Great Tercenë govern with integrity and fortitude,” The Lodjan noble said, answering a compliment with another as things were done in here. “Arda Tuluva is the beacon the lights the way. Honor and glory.”

“Honor and glory.” The Empress’ ómari bowed his head, “The Ambassador from the Divine Queendom of Lodja had a petition to present before the Daughter of Heaven, She Who Commands Harmony.”

The Lodjan Noble had a thin wooden box that she held out, another servant came to claim it as she spoke, “Oh Sublime and August Majesty, tidings of fortune come from the Isle of the Goddess! Sessifet has chosen her vessel, who has taken the name Klara II.”

The Empress received the opened box with the official invitation from Varlaam Kohut, the Father of the Queen. Of course, the Autárimë Empress knew of these events from her ambassador in Gaia. However, tradition dictated that she receive it in an official capacity. “Glory unto the highest!” Ehtelë intoned, “May Sessifet’s Guardian guide Lodja to prosperity and fortune!”

“We shall attend this Ourselves.” The Empress spoke.

It was then that the Minister of Rites, Vorondil Ohtarmenelicarë, stood from his kneeling position and moved to the carpet, bowing into a full kowtow before he spoke, “Your Sublime Imperial Majesty, radiant and inspiring. I beg before the Phoenix Throne! It is not proper for the Daughter of Heaven to attend a foreign coronation. Please reconsider!”

Many of the hardline conservatives at court also kowtowed from where they were kneeling speaking in unison, “Majesty! Please reconsider!”

High Overseer Ellālie Spānturo calmly moved to the center and bowed, “She Who Sits Above All Thrones, Oh Majesty, Great and Wise. The stars and omens are in favor of the decision of the Daughter of Heaven.” Before any further protest the Imperial State Astrologer continued her argument, “The Phoenix Throne declared the Crown of Lodja a friend by the infallible Will and Wisdom of Her Most Sublime and August Majesty.”

“Your dissent, Minister, was in the interest of the State and for Our wellbeing, however misguided. Your loyalty and concern are noted. This transgression shall be forgiven. Yet remember Minister, the Phoenix Throne has a long memory that does not forget.”

“The Daughter of Heaven is benevolent. Your servant bows in respect and thanks the Throne for such generosity and absolution.” The Minister of Rites said slinking back to his position in Court.

The Empress stood as to servants opened the beaded curtain, “Ambassador. It is with great pleasure that We accept this invitation to attend the Coronation of Lodja’s new Queen and the last rites of Our dear departed friend.” Looking out at her ministers, “We leave the governance of Our empire into the capable hands of Our most trusted ministers. Let it be known that We shall go under the veil while We are in Lodja. So let it be written.”

“So let it be done.” Everyone in the Hall said bowing as the Empress departed.

The Empress and the Ingaran listened to Princess Nessanië's account of the selection process as they were driven from the airport to the Isle of the Goddess. Although the Empress read the full report, the Princess felt obligated to give the Daughter of Heaven her own personal opinions. Nessanië was, after all, a civil servant and official reports to the Grand Secretariat were suppose to be written without bias and only with facts; little to no personal opinions.

"She is more independent thinking that the others, Majesty." The Princess said, speaking of Tatiana, "Assertive and direct. She understands Lodja and what needs to be done. A respect for tradition, but also of adaptation. She might be willful, but I think the burden of rule will temper her. She is too clever to become Besarian's puppet, I suspect much to his vexation."

"The Conclave, Nessanë, will there be major changes to its membership?"

"I apologies to the Daughter of Heaven for I remain ignorant on the workings of Conclave appointments."

The Empress waved dismissively, "In time you shall learn the finer workings of Lodja's court and politics."

"Majesty, if I may speak freely?" She asked, the Empress gestured her approval, "The interim High Priestess is slightly... unorthodox in her demeanor."

"Whatever actions or words taken before Her Majesty are sure to be understood as simple cultural misunderstandings." The Ingaran said, "Not all are as enlightened as us, Nessanië."

The Empress set her hand on his lap, "We concur. This is why We have decided to go under the veil."

Going 'under the veil' is an Arda Tuluvan tradition used by the Imperial Dynasty and members of the Blood that is used for two reasons: to atone for a transgression or to bridge the gap between the castes. It was first used when Empresses would lead their troop into battle, so that she could command easily and so that her soldiers could speak freely to her in the heat of battle.

The Arda Tuluvans arrived at the Isle of the Goddess. The Empress and the Ingaran wore matching white silken arlapili (https://www.dramafever.com/st/news/images/001ec979096315aefefd05.jpg) with red accents embroidered with ornate designs in red and orange; phoenixes adorned the Empress’ garments while dragons decorated the Ingaran’s. However, the Empress wore a veil that covered her headdress and face, it was so sheer it appeared almost invisible. On the Empress' left index finger she wore the Polished Ring (https://www.demilked.com/magazine/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/miniature-worlds-wooden-rings-secret-forest-27.jpg) that had been given to the her on behalf of the Lodjan Plebeians on her first visit and a silver bracelet with a single charm of a Kingfisher that Vikotirya had gifted. The Empress knew that only Lodja's queen was allowed to wear blue, so she made sure that no blue adorned either of their robes for this auspicious and significant ceremony.

Ehtelë, who had memorized the roster and pictures of all the guests and Lodjan officials, introduced the Empress and the Ingaran to the parents of the future queen. She did not extend her hand, nor bowed, but simply stated, "Blessings and fortune upon your House. Honor and glory." The Ingaran bowed his head in respect. Even though she was under the veil, being introduced to Ladies in Waiting was still far to undignified for her station as she continued.

The Empress noticed the King of East Moreland speaking with the Achkaerinese emperor. King David III had noticed the Arda Tuluvans enter; as it wasn't the most subtle of entrances, their ostentatious dress and the host of servants the followed the Empress holding various banners and sigils. He bowed in respect as she nodded making her way over towards her fellow monarchs.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on February 05, 2018, 04:56:27 PM

His holiness Pope Peter II 'The Young Pope' and Sister Arilda, 1st Lord Protectress of Baltikum (http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2016/10/28/08/3997A51D00000578-3881354-Impressive_The_Young_Pope_was_a_Godsend_particularly_after_the_c-m-2_1477638784336.jpg) finally arrived at the Causeway to the Isle of the Goddess in their most striking attire they could possibly manage to scramble forth for this upcoming funeral and coronation with the accompanying Guardians of St. Peter's Throne (http://14544-presscdn-0-64.pagely.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/swiss-guards-may-look-like-toy-soldiers-but-they-are-actually-all-trained-military-men.jpg), wearing traditional garments and armor as well as armed with their hillebards. Well it was like travelling backwards in time historically speaking, it was quite more common in the old days; there were however a few of these nations with conservative-minded practices.

Sister Arilda was once one of TYP's mentors alongside Bishop Martin Deed back home in Achkaerin, and as of today one of his most trusted friends he could really rely upon; It was together with the Knight Commander Hugo Lascalles that she was chosen by them and later accepted by the Baltic people in a referendum to be the first ever female representative/Lord Protectress of ES' and Mountjoy's presence in Baltikum. Although the title was very much ceremonial and little to none in actual powers, it still carried a great deal of influence all across the Diplomatic chess pool, and as such one of the criteria for becoming the Lord Protector of Baltikum was to ensure that one had good knowledge about the country and her inhabitants, which was the case with Sister Arilda having a citizenship alongside her Achkaerinese and ES one in addition; Sister Arilda was Morelander in nature but unfortunately due to unforseen events in her past life...she no longer has Morelander citizenship What she could do trying to represent Baltikum in the grand celebration of events...only time would tell everyone quite enough.

"Charming to meet you here...honored High Priestess" TYP greeted with Sister Arilda doing the same.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: BenOfTheIwi on February 06, 2018, 09:40:09 AM

King Piripi was rather looking forward to the event, he hadn't travelled much beyond his brief visit to Ui Cenneslaig for a spot of rugby and the formation of the CNN and he had heard tales of the balls and banquets held in Lodja. He had also read about some ceremony or something he would have to go through before meeting the new Queen, he didn't mind despite the fact it wasn't his faith. He was from a culture that appreciated ritual and tradition and he was excited to see what would happen in this one.

He had brought along his wife Maata and unsure of the local climate both had opted to wear more formal attire that they would back home, but each wore their feathered capes symbolic of their rank.

They arrived at the causeway and the King made his way over to the High Priestess and introduced himself, he had considered the usual hongi greeting of pressing noses but unsure what was to come didn't know if that would be appropriate and so settled for a handshake before greeting the Pope, who as someone who had been adopted into an Iwi was pulled towards the King as they shook hands the giant King stooping to press his nose to His Holiness. "Pope Peter of the Te Whakatohea Iwi it's a pleasure to meet you again."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on February 06, 2018, 02:33:52 PM

The Young Pope really thought that the inevitable would happen right now, he didn't mind anymore as he became dramatic. He suddenly pulled out a huge kitchen knife from his sleave, handed it to King Piripi and made himself larger with his arms drawn out like how Jesus was positioned on the cross. "I would like to apologise to his honorable and great majesty Piripi of the Noble people of the Iwi for committing a grave sin, dishonoring and staining my adoptive family. As such my presence is no longer worthy to be seen in front of your highnesses' sight and as such you may deliver the according punishment on me, my God will decide what my faith will be in the afterlife and I shall-..."

Before TYP could continue any longer with his blabbering, Sister Arilda who was standing right beside simply face palmed into shame, sigh, took the knife and handed it to a body guarc to get rid of.

"Oh for God's sake Peter, stop being so melodramatic, you're frightening our Iwi friends...*sigh*...Look I apologise for my adoptive son here, he can sometimes be over-the-top when it comes to handling matters of great importance, it seems being Pope of the Catholic Church and King-Bishop of ES hasn't changed much attitude. So TYP...hey, shut your mouth and let me explain...Ok, so what dear Pope here's trying to say is that he is deeply ashamed for the treaty between ES and RS (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=459.msg4630#msg4630) which doesn't only include official trade but also foribidden extradition of suspected RS war criminals and the like to Iwi authorities as they'll be returned back to RS instead. Now Pete has finally come to his senses after researching more about this sad conflict between your people and the RS whose government have known to commit actual genocide on your people...If this entire treaty insultens the high standing of the Iwi, The Pope would more than gladly end this treaty once and for all. Now boys if you want to talk things thorougly, might I suggest waiting for an opportunity to do so during the coronation event mmh? Gosh, to think I became involved in this mess...I was just here to represent Baltikum and not aid with...with...I can't think straight anymore, aging does have its nasty privileges..."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on February 06, 2018, 08:29:56 PM

"Married life is full of surprises." Peter said "It just feels like life gets so much easier when there's someone to share it with part of me had forgotten what that felt like."
"Though we haven't managed a honeymoon yet." Renee said

"Truth be told that's because neither of us expected to be married at this point, we can thank my children and niece for ambushing us with that one." Peter said, remembering how a Christmas Eve concert had suddenly become a wedding ceremony without the prior knowledge of the bride or the groom.
"Well after you proposed at a concert we probably should have seen it coming." Renee said nudging Peter
"True I suppose." Peter said he looked at David, what a pair they made - two monarch's both with previous marriages that had ended in different ways, both fortunate enough to get a second chance though at least Peter hadn't had the bookies betting on who he was going to marry nor had he had anyone trying to tell him who he could and couldn't marry. "So how are you and Jocelin?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on February 07, 2018, 09:18:17 PM

Orion was rather jumpy as he arrived with his cousin Adelheid, he had been to the RS before, but never had been on an entirely different continent. He straightened up his Tunic as he got out of the car, While Adelheid took of her Sunglasses storng them in an overprized designer handbag:

"Too bad Stasya won't have time. I had hoped to get shopping with her." she said, while Orion sighed: "Could you leave that Clutch in the Car? you look like a cheap Attention graber with it, not like the cousin of an Emperor."

"Urgh fine" Adelheid groaned, before Orion added: "You know, you are supposed to keep an eye on me, not me Babysitting you."

The young Emperor nervously fiddled with his Fingers, only to groan hearing Peters voice, he placed Adelehid between himself and the Popes line of Sight, as he spotted the Arda Tuvulan Empress entering, his Gaze wandering past her Company:

"You do realize you are on Pair with her, Orion?" Adelheid added, Patting him gently on the back before placing a wreath of golden Oak leaves on his head: "Looks Imperial to me, minus your height." she grinned, before guiding her cousin along the way. Maybe she'd Spot a potential Husband at this event as well.

Orion meanwhile carefully had inclined his head towards the Iwi king, not to loose the wreath he had to be especially careful, before walking over to the Group of three Monarchs: "Imperial Majesties, your Highness." he said, trying to hide his nervousness as he whipped back and forth on his Toes: "Strange feeling, yet another Coronation that is also a Funeral. Do you know if we can pay Respect to the late Queen before the main ceremony where she gets handed over to the Flames?"

Adelheid was keeping her Distance, making Selfies of herself in front of the crowd, posting it to Social Media. #NewQueen

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Major Jaws on February 08, 2018, 09:07:55 AM

King Lapu arrived in Lodjia all by himself. After all, he was a former pilot. His big scar showed on his forehead, but he did not try to hide it. "What was I thinking back in Pardclinia?" He thought as he approached the causeway. Although strictly advised by his children, his personal doctor, and even by his staff to stay in Quintelia, he secretly escaped away to attend this event.

He started to look around for his friend., seeing a woman taking selfies and a few monarchs he saw back in Royal Seleucid. He walked past them, rubbing his scar. Then he saw the Pope in an awkward position in front of the Iwi King whose name he forgot. Closing his eyes for a second, trying to keep a straight face, he approached the three and asked. "So, are we having another funeral here or what?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: BenOfTheIwi on February 08, 2018, 12:53:24 PM

King Piripi had heard of the Pope's actions and had considered his response before coming, assuming of course the holyman came. It was clearly an issue, previous the King had hoped that should any of these rats be at large across Mundus they could be brought to justice but the Pope had now given them a place to go to ground outside of their homeland, if any others followed the Pontiff then it could make his investigators lives very difficult. The King however had a problem, to bring up such a matter on a day dedicated to a Queen, and the Queen of a friend. There were certain ways of doing things, certain traditions and the King was ever one to follow them.

As the Pope made his theatrical gesture the King was rather surprised, "I would not dare spill your blood brother" he grimaced the last word, he recognised that the Pope wouldn't understand that this comment wasn't all that it seemed. "It is also rude to discuss your own business within the Marae of a host on their special day. Our focus should be upon them." It wasn't entirely true but Maori custom did suggest that disputes be put aside on the ceremonial day to honour the ascent of a new chief and in many ways the Queen would be considered a similar thing. "Emperor Orion of the Ngāti Kahungunu" the King had spotted the young Emperor, another whose nation had accepted the adoption of the Iwi during Matariki. The tall King leaned down to the young boy pressing noses together. "How are you finding your royal rank?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on February 08, 2018, 01:49:09 PM

"Well..." Peter whispered to Arilda, "This...went much better than expected, thought at first that he would have already knifed me to pieces but I suppose traditions and manners do matter to him no matter where the action takes place-..." Sister Arilda shushed him, was thinking of ways relations between the Iwi and the Ecclesiastical State could be saved. After some moments of thinking she may have come up with a half-solution, which in practical terms means more like hints at solutions, but solutions they were nonetheless. "Alright my holy adoptive son, just listen and do as I say, alright? Have a chat with Lapu and Orion here, bet they would love to hear about the secrets of an eternal life and I'll...have a chat with our big tough guy here." TYP naturally questioned her, he was much taller and stronger, who knows what wrong buttons she might press...but alas in the end as TYP asked how things were with Orion and Lapu, Arilda took Piripi to the side.

"Look...who knows it migh be a bad idea for me to talk to you, in the it might worsen the relations than they are currently. Might I begin by telling you first that you handled my holy adoptive son well, sorry again about the whole charade with him trying to convince you to slice and dice him as he were to be a sacrifical lamb...Oh TYP, please do understand him he wasn't exactly bred to be Pope, not at his age in the sense he's...Young heh? Inexperienced? In any case prior to us coming here...he told me he did it due to getting a rush from it, at first he wanted to do what was sensible by not agreeing to said treaty while going around shppping for some cheesy jewelry and the sorts...I figured he just wanted to taste how it is to live on the edge, on the sinful side for once, you understand my drift? You see if you really got to know the real TYP, he's not like that, he's...he's a good man, nothing more, nothing less; he needs every friend he can possibly get, including his adoptive Iwi family and you Your majesty, YOU...you have a good heart inside and by not accpeting the knife finishing his life at the instant and dumping him in the lake...honorable and admirable.

Now let me cut to the chase...TYP could either terminate this treaty to begin with...or if you think about it, is it really that bad that TYP got himself into this messy deal? Now that he has signed such a treaty...it could be used to your advantage Piripi, ES managed to penetrate into the heart of the enemy, who knows what that might be used in your plans against the RS which surely TYP wouldn't mind aiding you in that regard. If I were you look into possible loop holes...Sure my big friend, I may be a nun but a nun who has seen a lot of shit going on for all of these years God has chosen me to live upon Mundus...Ok, How about we return to the party Piripi?" With that cleared out of the way, Arilda returned to the company of the other royals tapping TYP on the shoulder, "So my gentlemen...what have you been scheming about hehe?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on February 08, 2018, 03:53:00 PM

Manius and Catrain had found the scene down at the causeway all very amusing as they waited for the appropriate time. Interesting that as Vafleon's King in waiting and sister stood politely and silently that they'd found themselves treated to something of a show.
"You ever worry about how we'll do if people older than us act like this?" Manius whispered
"Who wouldn't?" Catrain whispered "Still at least the King of the Iwi seems reasonable."
"True." Manius said
"And the Pope?" Catrain asked
"A little like us in need of a few lessons." Manius said he glanced at his watch, not that much longer until the appointed time. Just don't ruffle any feathers, say hi to plenty of people and remember to congratulate the new Queen and give her the gift Amulius made. he recited the points over and over in his head. Vafleon needed to make a few friends and open up to the world, so they'd come up with a way of doing exactly that.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on February 08, 2018, 09:23:53 PM

Orion nodded to Piripiri, his shoulders hanging down slightly as he made nervous circles with his feet on the floor:

"So far this is my First official Travel as the Emperor. At home people mostly walk to Albrecht since he is the Regent and doing most of the actual work. Weekdays i am back at the boarding school so, i am kind of a weekend Monarch."

he smiled a little, looking over at peter, then back to Piripiri:

"I think Albrecht, i mean, the Prince Regent, mentioned he wanted to try and find time to talk to you as well. Well and also if you had any Organic Cocoa Plantations in the Iwi if i recall right." Orion slowly pushed his wreath back in Position, before continuing: "If things stay the same, Julian Wingert will return for the Matariki this Year. We are debating who will come with him though. Not her, though."

Orion glanced over to Adelheid, as she had made her way over to the Vafleon Dignitaries, as she simply took a place next to them making a selfie once more: "How Nice!" She almost tweeted like a bird, as she twirled around the two: "I hope you don't mind me taking Pictures." she said, after the fact, before adding: "Your Majesties! Such a rare occurrence to see you. Let's make sure all of our people will see how well Princes Adelheid and the Vafleon Royalty get along." Making another shot, she twirled around them: "How was your travel, and is it your first time in Lodja as well?"

Orion groaned almost in Painful agony, as he focused back on Piripiri: "Nothing like her Brother, i am afraid." hos voice in an apologizing tone: "Not everyone has a feeling for the right place or the right time." Orion didn't even try to hide he glanced at peter that moment: "Anyway, Prince Kurt mentioned you said you weren't part of an Iwi yourself, so is King the only title you have or are there more? Excuse my Ignorance." he blushed slightly, before taking a step back when Piripiri was dragged away by the Ecclestial person.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on February 11, 2018, 05:59:47 PM

For someone who’s primary job was to manage foreign affairs, Jack hadn’t done a very good job. For years since the formation of the Irish Republic he has kept the nation isolated, afraid of foreign influence disrupting the system he had worked for years to get back from the old rule. But, alas, the people were starting to dissent and what better way to get to know the other leaders of the world than at the coronation of one. Perhaps he could even try and make some international friends in very high places. So as Jack stepped out of the white sports car that had taken him from the airport he flattened his equally white suit, straightened his black tie and walked toward the causeway where he was to meet the priestess.
“Miz Kohan I presume?” O’Connell inquired with an outstretched hand, “Jack O’Connell, President of The Final Irish Republic.”

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on February 11, 2018, 07:56:24 PM

In order for TYP to move his spirits up after the somewhat dramatic encounter with Piripi, he spotted an opportunity to gain a new friend; he excused himself from the others before he approached the latest foreigner amidst the group. "Ah isn't it President Jack O'Connor of the Final Irish Republic...an honor to finally get to meet you in person...you might know me as Pope Peter II of the Ecclesiastical State a.k.a "The Young Pope", quite a fancy nickname I got from the masses." He greeted while shaking the President's hand.

"Sister Arilda here, Lord Protector of Baltikum and one can call me TYP's adoptive mom hehe." she also took the opportunity to greet the Irish President.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on February 11, 2018, 10:01:42 PM

Quote from: The Young Pope on February 11, 2018, 07:56:24 PM

In order for TYP to move his spirits up after the somewhat dramatic encounter with Piripi, he spotted an opportunity to gain a new friend; he excused himself from the others before he approached the latest foreigner amidst the group. "Ah isn't it President Jack O'Connor of the Final Irish Republic...an honor to finally get to meet you in person...you might know me as Pope Peter II of the Ecclesiastical State a.k.a "The Young Pope", quite a fancy nickname I got from the masses." He greeted while shaking the President's hand.

"Sister Arilda here, Lord Protector of Baltikum and one can call me TYP's adoptive mom hehe." she also took the opportunity to greet the Irish President.

"No the pleasure is all mine," replied Jack, "I've read about the policies you've been establishing in the news. I never though I'd see the day that a centralized system was done right but I have to say your leadership is one I speak highly of. As for you, Ms. Arilda if I may call you that, I can't say I'm all that familiar. However I'd be more than open to learning more about your Baltikum and yourself of course."
O'Connell smiled and motioned towards the open doors, "After you."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on February 11, 2018, 10:29:42 PM

"Well on behalf of those advocating and representing a cerntralized system, I'm deeply sorry for what miseries of the sorts your people had to suffer under...apologies once more. But at least FIR has figured the ultimate way to lead its people to greater heights and I suppose it's each to his own when it comes to the 'perfect' forms of government. I do take it kindly about the positive words you had to say about how it's run in ES, i do agree as it's hailed as one of the most effective within its category, but the road to attain such reputation has been long and painful...like everyone else's...isn't that true Arilda?" The Young Pope replied before asking the Lord Protectress.

"Indeed...well in any case it's nice that you've arrived to witness a new monarch to be crowned so to say. As for your willingness to learn more about Baltikum and myself...if there are any questions that you'd like to have answered, please don't hesitate Mr. President, nothing is 'dumb' or irrelevant'. the Lord Protectress said in a happy tone.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on February 11, 2018, 11:00:58 PM

Alla Kohut, the stand in High Priestess had rather enjoyed the specticle of the various leaders arriving and their attempts to socialise, it all seemed rather awkward and if this Christian Pope was the supposed example of his faith he had much to learn, unlike this Jesus character's father, Sessifet only selected people who made good decisions to be her representative, but then again everyone knew it wasn't hard to manipulate a man and so the fact this Pope had been seemingly duped was no surprise, Alla had secretly wanted to see what happened if the giant Maori King Piripi took the knife.

As the Irish Republic's President arrived Alla was told it was time, "President O'Connell, a pleasure" she lightly shook his hand much like she had the others. "I am afraid" she raised her voice, "That the time has come for the ceremony, please don't worry it doesn't hurt.....much" she chuckled as a group of photographers and TV crews gathered behind her to record the occasion. Three younger Priestesses arrived. "Seriously though I do suggest that you keep your eyes closed when it begins, otherwise it can be rather painful." Each of the younger Priestesses held a different object and they lined up behind Alla, she closed her eyes and raised her voice to the heavens, "Sessifet, Mother of us all, Guardian of her children, these visitors request admission to your sacred rock, to the home of the Goddess. Do you object to them?" She waited a moment or two and having no objection come forth she opened her eyes. "Then we shall prepare them to enter into your realm. You surrounded your home with salt to ensure its purity and now we use that gift to purify these travellers" she took from the first girl a bowl of white salt crystals "I would keep my eyes shut now" she whispered to those before her, waiting for each to do so she picked up pinches of salt and threw them at their guests, she struggled to get it onto the head of King Piripi and found herself taking extra care with Emperor Orion, after all she didn't want to upset a child. She walked around the line up of Heads of State reciting sacred words as she did, once back in front of King Lapu whom she had begun her lap at she handed the bowl back to her aide. "You may open your eyes." She announced, "The outer body is pure, now the inner body must be purified." A tray covered in a bright white cloth was produced and a series of tiny chocolate sweets were unveiled. "Normally we would use salted beef, but we were not sure if any of you were vegetarian, its not something we get many of here in Lodja but never pays to be too careful." she was again whispering so the media couldn't hear. "It's salted caramel" she explained as she took the tray and presented the first to Lapu, "With this food the Goddess is sharing her bounty and purifying your inner body with her salt." she waited until each of them had taken the sweet and eaten it. Finally she returned to her starting point and accepted the final object from her young apprentice, "Having been purified inside and out you will now be responsible for ensuring you maintain that purity and to aid you that we present you with this." The final girl had a wooden chest and inside where several velvet pouches, "Sessifet sends you from this place with her salt to spread the purity you have gained today." she presented each of the visitors with them. It was supposed to be used by visitors everytime they returned, each Lodjian visiting would carry their pouch in a pocket and sprinkle the salt on their hands before crossing to the Palace as a superstition, she doubted any of the visitors would do so as she wasn't about to sit and explain all aspects of their culture.

"You may now cross" Alla announced, "There is a horse and carriage for those who wish, or you can walk, we have about an hour before the causeway gets covered by the tide, it's about a kilometer and should be quiet dry." without a word she turned and accepting a sacred staff began walking across her hood of her robe now pulled up as the slight wind caused her broad sleeves to flap in the wind.

Those at the Palace meanwhile had been enjoying the hospitality of the soon to be Queen's parents, Varlaam and Ruslana Kohut, both had never expected to be in the situation of dealing with some of Mundus most influential people. "The Tuluvan Empress is a friend of Viktoriya, we should speak with her" Varlaam said nervously and began making a bee line towards the monarch, it was then that Dragan Knežević intercepted them.

"No offence sir but you'd be out your depth there.....its a cultural minefield" the Finance Minister put a supportive arm around Varlaam, "I suggest you go speak to the Morelanders and the group gathering there, far easier way to get your feet wet." the grateful Varlaam nodded and made his way over to that group meanwhile Dragan headed over to the Empress and instead of addressing her aimed his attention at her aides, bowing before speaking he began, "May I have the honour of addressing the Empress" he waited before continuing, "Once more I am honoured to welcome you to our nation, I hope you do not mind me taking a moment of your time before speaking to your royal equals" he gestured to the group where now Varlaam and Ruslana were talking. "I would like to humbly offer some advice. I know that your Imperial Majesty considered Queen Viktoriya a friend, but our customs do not see today as a day of mourning, but rather a day of celebration. Viktoriya's work for the goddess was at an end, she had achieved the Goddesses aims and Sessifet wished her soul to be released to the heavens. We therefore today celebrate the fact that Sessifet is returning to us rejuvinated ready for greater challenges. With that in mind I would like to ask a favour I have no right to beg for" he lowered his head as he spoke, "I know Queen Klara will be much different to Viktoriya, I will attempt to guide her but she is more headstrong than her predecessor, I ask that your nation be patient with her for I do believe she will grow to be a good Queen, but it will take time for her to be moulded." His request over he raised his eyes, "I would also like to apologise for not wearing the gift you gave me last time we meet, I have put it to good use I hope this day and I hope you will be pleased. I apologise for taking up your time." he bowed and backed away returning to the others in the Conclave.

Meanwhile Varlaam was engaging Peter and David in small talk about their military days, a subject he felt more at ease with. He had finished telling them about how happy he was with the changes that had happened to the military since Viktoriya had come to the throne when those from the causeway arrived. He made his excuses and went and introduced himself to each of them in turn.

Back on the mainland the Queen was ready, her hair had been put into a bun at the back of her neck and the dress had been checked and double checked. Accompanied by her brother and a guard of honour she had boarded the royal carriage, an open top red wood construction with elaborate piping in gold leaf. Tatiana had remembered watching the coronation of Viktoria on the TV and remembered how serene and calm she had appeared and Tatiana wondered now how she managed it as her stomach was doing somersaults. The carriage pulled out the compound and a phalanx of mounted men formed a moving guard around her, although not tight enough to block the assembled cheering crowds view. Tatiana had at first tried to sit ram rod straight looking expressionless eyes fixed to her front, but that had felt wrong and so a smile had crept onto her face and she waved at the crowds as they wound through the streets. By the time they arrived at the Palace the causeway was beginning to be kissed by the tide, it gave them plenty of time to get across though, the water gently caressing the wheels as they turned onto the winding road up to the Palace. Many of the Island's inhabitants lined the streets to see their new employer who nodded appreciatively as groups bowed as they passed. While the guests were being entertained by her father and mother she was escorted into the Temple where a funeral fire had been built, the four Ladies in waiting surrounding it dressed in white. They stood as their new Queen arrived and took a newly crafted silver pendent from around her neck made from an eight pointed star and ship, witnessed by the Priesthood Tatiana spoke as she placed the pendent on the pyre. "Viktoria I am proud to follow you and ask Sessifet to guide me as she did you. I have choosen as my emblem the star and ship and ask you to take this news to the heavens so that when I am released from my worldly body a place can be prepared for me as it will now wait for you." Alla nodded that Tatiana had said the words correctly. "Time to get the show on the road then." Tatiana giggled nervously knowing what would happen next.

A few at a time the guests came down the narrow corridors and spiral staircase that lead to the first chamber of the Temple, it's walls brightly decorated with murals of the Lodjain countryside. It was cramped in there and many Lodjains had been excluded including half the Conclave, those present determined by lots. Dragan remained in the Throne Room where the Queen would hold her first audience after the coronation, a large screen had been set up and the hidden remote cameras in the temple relayed the images to the nation as well as the room. They watched as the new Queen entered from the floor below up one staircase as Alla and the Ladies in Waiting entered from another. The High Priestess tapped her staff loudly on the ground to attract the attention. A single chair and crown sat on the tiny table sat next to it. "Behold, Sessifet has choosen" Alla pointed her staff at Tatiana. "Who are you child?"

"I am Tatiana, but soon I shall be Klara, Queen of Lodja, Guardian of Sessifet, Grand Cordon of the Supreme Order of the Phoenix." she looked for Dragan to see if she had said the final part correctly and had remembered to tap the jade dragan pendent around her neck as she did hoping Dragan was right about it's meaning.

"Sessifet accepted you and will join with you once she is free of Viktoria's body. We go now and free her, sending Viktoria on her path to the heavens, her work here done she will shine as a beautiful glorious Queen among Queen's." She picked up a torch and handed her staff to an apprentice using her now free hand to take Tatiana by the hand and lead her down the steps.

"Follow please" Lady Stasya gestured and waited to make sure everyone had gone before following. Downstairs the Temple was slightly larger and the body of Viktoria was sat in the centre. Alla passed the flaming torch to Tatiana who thanked Viktoria for her reign and tossed the torch into the wood which having been soaked in oil ignited instantly, anything else would have been a bad omen. The smoke began drifting into the curved chimney which wound through the labrynth of the Palace, the smoke visible to those outside the Temple as it drifted above the Palace a visual symbol the old Queen was no more. Each person filed past, some thanking the old Queen as they went, others placing notes in the flames, as King David was to file past Lady Jasmina stopped him.

"The new Queen wondered if you would go last, and carry some of the ashes upstairs, you were central to helping Viktoria and you were present at her wedding. The new Queen feels it would be appropriate, you were at the birth, marriage and now final acts of her life" David nodded that he would and waited until the others had gone unsure what exactly he had agreed to. Finally the Temple was empty save for himself and Jasmina, she carefully used a kind of metal scoop to acquire some of the ash from the fire and placed it into a ceramic bowl before handing it to David. The pair then ascending the steps. They emerged as Tatiana was sat on the throne the crown now in the hands of Alla.

"Here comes the soul of Sessifet, keen to take her new body." Alla tipped the ashes into some water mixing them with a silver spoon. "With this water Tatiana will become the Guardian of Sessifet, the two souls joining to become one." the glass was passed to Tatiana who shuddered slightly at the thought of what she was about to drink. She took a deep breath and poured the liquid down her throat the gritty texture making her shiver slightly. "Behold, Queen Klara II of Lodja is born. May Sessifet guide her" the Lodjains in the room cheered the sound echoing down the corridors carved out of the bedrock of the Palace.

The now Klara stood "We thank you all for witnessing our birth, two in one. We wish each of you to be our friends, for some we must renew a friendship in a new body, for some" she smiled at President O'Connell, "for others a whole new wonderful friendship lies ahead. We..." she suddenly halted, it was customary for the Queen to give a short speech as she took the throne, "I can't keep this up" she shook her head almost making the crown fall, a smile spread across her face, "I...not we...I for if me and Sessifet are two in one then we are a new person, an individual." she looked at Alla wondering if this was permitted, but then realised of course it was, she was Sessifet and therefore outranked the Priestess who seemed unconcerned anyway. "I thank you all for attending, and I'd like to start by apologising for the mistakes I will make in the next few weeks. I desire peace for Lodja, I desire to make us wealthier and I desire the best for each of you. Now I would like to get back above ground." Without another word she walked out of the Temple and was hastily followed by the Ladies in Waiting before the guests followed. She headed back through the Palace, the staff and guests who had been watching on TV were waiting in the throne room for her first audience. A series of chairs had been arranged, the Queen's on the top step, those of the various Heads of State a step lower. Besarian came to stand beside her but it was Dragan she spotted and she noticed a thumbs up and nod. She stopped at the bottom of the steps, "Please everyone take your allocated seats." Each Head of state had a seat marked for them, their nations flag of coat or arms carved into wood, something Tatiana would allow them to take home with them. "Guards please move mine" she pointed to hers at the top step, Besarian looked confused but then remembered Viktoria doing something similar and so watched as the guards prepared to move the chair to the same step as the other world leaders, only they didn't go down just one step they went to floor level. The Queen walked and sat down in the massively oversized chair shuffling her weight to get comfortable. "I sit at this level as I am yet to achieve what those people have" she was now addressing her people, "In time I shall raise up those steps to take the place a great leader deserves. Now please let the audience begin."

Besarian looked confused but had no option but to continue, he addressed the room. "It is customary for the Queen to receive petitions having been reborn. These may be requests for anything so long as they are presented in writing, be it Plebleian, Partician, Lodjain or foreigner. The Queen shall then respond to your requests by sun set." Besarian watched as a young boy entered, he was around six years of age and the appearence had been arranged before hand. He walked nervously over to the Queen bowed and then presented a letter, the Queen opened it and smiled. "the grandson of the Duke of Helaov, Lubos Kubik is asking for my hand in marriage." It was a custom that the Queen recieve a proposal as the first petition, but tradition also dicated that it be turned down, the easiest way to ensure no offence to any noble was to have it be a child. Without a word Klara picked the boy up and put him on her knee, "Any girl would be lucky to have a handsome husband like you" she said quietly to the boy, "But sadly you see I can not wait 10 years for a husband, but I promise if you grow up to be an honourable man I would gladly reconsider" she kissed the boy on the cheek before placing him back on the floor. "Please the next person." the traditional part done there was a chance for drinks to be served to those present while for the next thirty minutes the Queen would accept petitions.

OOC - This is a chance for people to do their reactions etc to the ceremonies and also some socialisation before we all get drunk. Also any nation can use the petition deal to ask the Queen for things like future talks, treaties etc.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on February 11, 2018, 11:17:04 PM

Quote from: The Young Pope on February 11, 2018, 10:29:42 PM

"Well on behalf of those advocating and representing a cerntralized system, I'm deeply sorry for what miseries of the sorts your people had to suffer under...apologies once more. But at least FIR has figured the ultimate way to lead its people to greater heights and I suppose it's each to his own when it comes to the 'perfect' forms of government. I do take it kindly about the positive words you had to say about how it's run in ES, i do agree as it's hailed as one of the most effective within its category, but the road to attain such reputation has been long and painful...like everyone else's...isn't that true Arilda?" The Young Pope replied before asking the Lord Protectress.

"Indeed...well in any case it's nice that you've arrived to witness a new monarch to be crowned so to say. As for your willingness to learn more about Baltikum and myself...if there are any questions that you'd like to have answered, please don't hesitate Mr. President, nothing is 'dumb' or irrelevant'. the Lord Protectress said in a happy tone.

"No apologies necessary, our problems were dealt with and it allows me to stand before you now. It's been an honor meeting you two and thank you for your kindness. Perhaps when these ceremonies wrap up we could arrange a more formal meeting? It's a big world when you're on your own." the Irish President said with a chuckle. "I hear southern Albion is lovely this time of year."
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The Ceremony more or less bewildered O'Connell. The Irish Republic is mostly agnostic, and to go from essentially no religion to what in Jack's mind appeared as a cult was something of a culture shock. He half expected to the candies presented to be laced but as time went on it became clear that the caramel was nothing more than caramel. Bewildered he climbed the steps, seeing a melting pot of various nations swirling about him. Who in modern day wears armor? It was no matter, however, for once he arrived at the palace it would be much easier to accept it all. If only someone could point me in the direction of the bar, he thought to himself.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on February 13, 2018, 12:00:26 AM

Peter as one would expect of a historian had done his homework, he didn't have much in the way of specific proposals or petitions for the new Queen he rose and approached the new Queen
"My congratulations Your Majesty." Peter said he handed the new Queen a piece of paper, it was a formal invitation for the new Queen to visit Achkaerin should she wish to do so, Peter was aware that the relationship that had developed with Viktoriya on the throne had been beneficial as it had given Achkaerin a friend and the Emperor was keen to continue that relationship now.

Peter stepped away and now the future King of Vafleon Manius stepped up handing his own invitation over, only this wasn't for a visit in the expected sense this was a personal invitation to his own coronation when all was arranged for it that was.
"I hope you will consider it Your Majesty." Manius said

Peter had now joined Renee over on one side of the room drink in hand.
"Impressions?" Peter asked in a quiet voice
"There's something about her." Renee said "Not sure what, but I think it's a positive thing."
"I'll tell you one thing though." Peter said "Serenity was right, a Lodjan coronation really is something to behold."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on February 14, 2018, 12:49:03 AM

Upon arrival at the palace O'Connell joined the many waiting to congratulate and petition the newly crowned queen of Lodjain. He waited patiently with both a housewarming gift if you will and an envelope containing a simple request he hoped would be received well. The gift, a bottle of the republics finest. Federal Reserve Whiskey, the label embossed with gold and a small emerald attached to the cork. A glass of the drink could go for as much as 1750 IRP back home and a bottle filled plenty of glasses. The envelope however contained a much less extravagant message. Written on a single piece of paper the words, "Above all else, listen to the people.", no matter what direction Tatiana would take the country Jack hoped she would give the people heavy counsel in her choices.

"For you, your Majesty," Jack said extending the bottle with envelope attached, "I'm sure there will be plenty a stressful night you could use that."

Speaking of stressful nights, he thought to himself, I need to find a drink myself.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: KrisNord on February 14, 2018, 12:24:04 PM

Prince Lennox of Ui Cenneslaig had stayed pretty quiet until now, he was a familiar face in the Lodjain court having taken up residency there on behalf of his brother's "Albion Diplomatic Mission" a year earlier, he was there to represent his beloved Ui Cenneslaig obviously but his romance with Jasmina was a lovely added bonus, sadly the prescence of his sour faced wife Mary wasn't. Lennox had done his best today to keep Jasmina and Mary apart, ever since his wife had slapped the young Lady in Waiting he had feared further show downs, it wasn't that he worried about his wife finding out, it was the issue of dealing with her nagging. The ceremony over Mary had no wish to stay and play the loving wife and made her excuses to leave, Lennox making little attempt to stop her. It was now his turn to approach the Queen, "Your Majesty, my brother sends his apology for not coming in person, I hope however this will go some way to make up for it." he removed from his sporran a fine silver brooch with a sprig of heather attachted. The silver was fashioned into the star and ship the new Queen had selected has her coat of arms. His royal duty finished he made his way back into the gathering crowds of people socialising while the Queen dealt with others seeking a moment of her time. He had witnessed the FIR President hand over the whiskey, any one valuing the liquid as much as the Cenneg was someone worth knowing. Lennox made his way over, his sliver hip flask in his hand. "President O'Connell" Lennox extended a hand, "Prince Lennox of Ui Cenneslaig" he extended the flask towards the man, "Can I interest you in a wee dram"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on February 14, 2018, 01:27:33 PM

“Prince Lennox, a pleasure,” O’Connell took his hand and shook it firmly. The prince of Ui Cenneslaig had appeared as an interesting character to the President, seeming relatively reserved until now and he had heard of his affair through the grapevine. Curious, yet powerful, O’Connell looked forward to this conversation. “What are we drinking tonight?” He inquired referencing the open flask that was extended towards him.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on February 14, 2018, 11:16:06 PM

Orion had decided to take a peek during the cleansing ceremony: Salt has been almost as expensive as gold, according to my Text Books, was the first thought that crossed the young emperors mind while observing the priestess: It kinda of makes sense to use it in an important Ritual.

Observing High Priestess Kohut struggling to cope with King Piripiri's size, Orion had to bite his Tongue else he was afraid he'd laugh out loud in the most inappropriate moment. He even almost forgot to close his eyes again when it was finally his own turn, though he still noticed how much more careful he was being treated. A small bit of him felt insulted for the Emperor he was, but it was heavily outweigh by the thankful feeling of someone seemingly remembering he still had trouble letting strangers close to him.

Adelheid had her own opinion. First thing after the ritual she did was posting a picture of Orion and Piripiri to her followers, capture line - The Giant and the Twerpling, before whispering to her cousin: "Did the little Puppy get caressed again? Seems someone else than my Brother coddles you needlessly."
She knew Albrecht's little Pet would be furious, yet there was still time until the little wannabe Emperor would actually make decisions. Until then she planned to be independent from Crown Funds anyway.

This time, she had pushed him a little to far. Orions knuckles went white from forming fists as he made his way over to Alla Kohut: "Princess Adelheid has Volunteered to give up her place for someone else, as she wishes to wait in the throne room. I am sure you know someone very glad for the opportunity" They young Monarch pointed towards his cousin with two fingers, then shaking his head twice towards Alla adding a denying wave with his hand on top. He wanted to be very clear Adelheid was not acting accordingly to be allowed for a sacred ritual like this. To him, she had lost the right to witness it.

While Adelheid was fuming in the Throneroom, Orion was in thought witnessing the Pyre burn: "May you find peace from this life on the other side." he whispered as the pyre was lit, waiting for his turn to throw a small piece of paper into:
/I am sorry you could never meet me as Orion, and that i only met you disguised. I promise to you i will remember this lesson life has taught me. Farewell./ Orion fought with his Tears, taking a deep breath and whipping his eyes clean before following the other guests.

In the throne room, Adelheid had only minimally cooled down, a thing she made clear when stepping on Orions toes on Purpose: "Don't pull a stunt like that again Runt" she hissed, with Orion pushing her gently but determined off. The little boy proposing really made his day, it was an incredible sweet scene that really moved him, a genuine wide smile crossing his face.

As it was his Turn to approach the new Queen, he handed her an Envelope: "Queen Klara the Second." he started before slightly shuddering, having to re posture himself: "I speak for my Nation and myself, as i hand you this Invitation to visit us. You are a welcome Guest, we all see forward hosting you if you accept."

Observing the Adults with their whiskey, Orion sighed slightly as he walked down the steps. This event probably was more geared towards real Adults, he'd have to bite through and clench his teeth with all the likely drunken Grown Ups. Probably this was the divine revenge for him having some Birthday guests at his own event, likely as awkward as for them as this would be for him now.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Major Jaws on February 15, 2018, 12:51:52 AM

King Lapu winced as a few grains of salt touched his wound. "It wasn't a good idea to come here with a healing wound it seems." He thought to himself as the grains were melting on the flesh. The sweets were a welcomed delight to him, but he would prefer the meat to be honest. He remained silent and monotonous but respectful all throughout the ceremony aside for witnessing Tatiana drink the ashes of the previous queen. He shuddered and cringed at the thought if it and looked around of anyone saw him. "Good thing I'll be drunk later so I can have an excuse to vomit." Rubbing on the surroundings of his wound as he looked back again to see if anyone's watching him.

As he sat down, King Lapu took a folded envelope and gave it to the queen. "My greatest congratulations to you, your majesty." He said while handing over the letter. "Your Majesty, I, King Lapu of Quintelia would like to invite you for a diplomatic and friendly visit to Quintelia. I wish good luck on your leadership and how that our relations develop." Along with letter is a small bottle of perfume, a customary gift for members of the Wewazkangzandhit tribe of Quintelia.

After handing over the letter, he went down and joined the two whiskey-drinking men. "Ah President O'Conell, you've been making an international political stir I heard." He stated as he handed over a glass for whiskey.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on February 16, 2018, 12:17:22 AM

"King Lapu, you've heard correctly," O'Connell said with a laugh, "albeit a controversial move on our part nothing is done without a plan. Economic growth is something that hinders our rather isolated nation and now that we've entered the Mundus sphere of influence we intend to get it one way or another. President McPherson reached out to me and proposed the construction of ports on Irish soil using Kaitaine and Rodinian money in exchange for the fees not being enacted, so it appears as though my con will play out." Taking a sip of whiskey he continues, "After all, what fun is diplomacy if you don't stir the pot first?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on February 17, 2018, 03:44:47 PM

TYP and Sister Arilda both agreed that the initiation ceremony for the newcomers such as themselves was quite interesting and fun to experience, it wasn't as bad as they thought it to be and TYP was somewhat relieved that Piripi didn't execute him on the spot, although he suspected it due to the weapon of choice being a knife and not something more akin to the Iwi, like a standard War Club. In any case once they witnessed the coronation of the New Lodjain Queen they both went up to her, sent their regards from their respective countries, handed special gifts for commemoration and memoration before saying some words of encouragement and wanting to have special meetings with the leadership in the future.

Afterwards they felt a bit thirsty and luckily enough spotted the Irish president once more hanging out with fellow heads of states, having quite the drinks for ultimate satisfaction. "Indeed that was an interesting display of irish diplomacy, I and the Lord protectress bid you good luck in your endeavours...say that looks quite good what you're having...might if we try a bit?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: DaveIronside on February 17, 2018, 03:59:20 PM

King David politely declined the chair on the step it was placed, after all to be higher than a monarchs seat in their own nation would be rather rude. "If you would permit I would like to stay stood" he placed a hand on the small of his back to enhance his next point, "my back plays up if I sit for too long" he feigned its stiffness well aware his medical condition was a matter of public record. "It helps if I can walk a little and I wouldn't want to distract from the event." he added as he descended the steps and mingled with the crowd. He waited for several nations to do their thing before making his way over, first retrieving a gift from his ambassador. "Your Majesty" he gave a bow to the Queen, pretence of his bad back now gone, "Thank you for the honour you have me back there, I appreciate being held in such a regard by Viktoria, and if I can be any help to you then please don't hesitate to ask." He held forward a book, leather bound in red. "My ambassador says you called gaining knowledge an adventure, I hope this is one adventure you find useful." The book was the various letters of Paul the Explorer, a gift he'd been given by a friend from University when he became King, the letters outlined to the wandering King's regent advise for how to run a Kingdom, "It's one of my favourites" he returned to the crowd and took up a position next to Sir William, his ambassador to watch the rest of the audience, his eyes however turned more to Stasya who was stood behind the Queen.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on February 17, 2018, 10:00:43 PM

OOC- A joint Ironside post

Tatiana, or rather Queen Klara sat rather more seriously than she had when the young boy had approached, it was business time now and she couldn't play these world leaders off the way she did the boy. First up was President O'Connell, she naturally thanked him for his paper and advice but knew the symbolism of the day was already lost, no Queen of Lodja before her had ever sat at the same level of the Plebs in the throne room, she could already sense the Patricians gathered around her whispering about it. Next up was this Pope chap, she thanked him for his gifts and said she looked forward to a meeting at some future date, she wasn't sure if she genuinely was, from her knowledge of Christianity it wasn't really an exciting religion and she wondered what kind of man would choose to follow it's lifeless rules. The people kept coming and she found a rhythm, thank them, say something nice, next. It was a simple and rapid process. She obviously accepted King of Vafleon Manius' invitation, it would have been rude not too, but should the nation be of little interest to her plans she could always find an excuse at a later date. She accepted the inviations of Orion and King Lapu too with smiles and words talking of her excitement of visiting their nations. She had expected the same when the Morelander king approached, she noticed him emerge from the crowd and not from the seats as the others had. She immediately saw why Viktoriya had taken a liking to him, he was handsome and he brought no petition nor invite, just a simple book, something she could have found anywhere herself. She thanked him and flicked a few pages intrigued at the books age which seemed to indicate it was old, she turned back to the front page and smiled.

"May Your Adventure Bring You Home" was written in a delicate hand on the inside front page, clearly a reference to the author of the books fate, "Love from Mum" were the next words, the King giving her something personal to himself rather than something shiny. She would make a point of speaking to the Morelander later, he seemed interesting. The final petition came from a member of the kitchen staff, a young girl asking if for a favour, her brother was in the military and was the fifth generation of the family to serve should he serve five years then he would qualify his whole family to join the ranks of the Patricians, he was however seriously ill and likely to be dismissed from service just three months shy of the five years. "Your brother will join my household guard, on a....six months trial starting immediately." the Queen announced. The young girl began to cry realising what the Queen had just done for her family and moved towards the Queen to embrace her but a security agent stopped her, the Queen though rose and hugged the girl, "Lodja thanks your family for its devotion" the Queen kissed the girl on the cheek before releasing her hug.

"That concludes the Petitions" Besarian announced as Klara returned to her seat. "We may now enjoy the Queen's Breakfast." a screen that had been placed along the side of the room was wheeled away and a vast array of different foods and drinks were arranged, white jacketed servents entered the room with further trays and bottles as they mingled between the guests. The Queen stood and accompanied by her four ladies in waiting headed towards the food she pondered what to pick up, surely someone somewhere would judge her but she had little care now because she had spotted a chocolate cake. She picked up a knife and cut a large chunk away and placed it on a plate licking her fingers after doing so.

"Your Majesty" Lady Anna Immich whispered behind her, "You shouldn't be doing that, you should let me" she was too aware of the group who had followed them over, and waited for the Queen to take her first bite before eating themselves. The Queen turned, had blushed slightly but then shrugged her shoulders.

"I like chocolate, I like cake, I like chocolate cake.....they'll get over it" she picked up the wedge of cake and unceremoniously took a huge bite from it smears of the chocolate still around her lips, Lady Anna retreived a cloth and quickly set about trying to tidy the Queen up but the young monarch just laughed. "Anna, I am an 18 year old who has just assumed a throne, it didn't age me 20 years. I will still be an 18 year old so don't fuss if I smear my make up or eat cake. People will get over it" she said the final sentence rather loudly as she headed for the centre of the hall which was now filling with people mingling as the celebrations began.

Stasya had caught the eyes of King David on her as she had walked with the other Ladies in Waiting, she made a play of seeming to be embarassed at his gaze but it was merely a ploy. Now as they returned to the centre of the hall she gave a discreet little wave which brought a smile to David's face. The Queen headed towards Dragan who was talking business with some of his former colleagues, "I trust you were satisfied with my seating arrangements" the Queen asked the Finance Minister between bites of cake, it had been his idea to sit on floor level after he'd spent half an hour discussing her policies with her.

"Very wise choice Your Majesty" he said diplomatically.

"Now I'm sure the High Preistess wannabe made you some promises to get me the throne...what were they?" she asked, it was common knowledge such deals were done but no one ever spoke of them, nepotism was a way of life in Lodja and no agreement was ever reached about job appointments without a substantial amount of money or influence changing hands. The Four Ladies in Waiting looked nervously at each other, they'd suspected Tatiana would be a little rouge but this was totally off the map.

"My sister is to be appointed High Priestess to the Air Force when Alla makes appointments in the coming days." Dragan said nervously, he wasn't sure whether this would have moved him into Tatiana's bad books.

"Jasmina" Tatiana didn't take her eyes off Dragan but waited for the red headed Lady in Waiting to come forward, "Go tell Dragan's sister she is now High Priestess to the Air Force." Jasmina nodded and disappeared off to go and ensure the Queen's wishes were carried out. "Now you owe my your patronage and not Alla" Tatiana explained, "and in return a day will come when the Conclave discuss my wedding, when that day comes you will inform me of what gets said in that room and you will ensure I marry who I choose." Dragan nodded, he had to admit the Queen was very different to Viktoriya, she had taken a good month to get into the swing of her powers, Tatiana already had hit the ground running and was dismantling any favours people owed that could effect her. "What did Besarian ask for?" she demanded.

"A marriage between Anna Utkin and his brother" Dragan explained, it would bring more land into the Ivanov family and effectively ensure Anna would soon leave the Conclave once she had a child. "I'm not sure she'll be thrilled by that." he chuckled

"Very well, Besarian's brother is to marry Princess Alana." there was no hesitation, she had just thrown the former Queen's younger sister to a new marriage, "Besarian gets his power marriage but I don't lose my star councillor.....second star" she flashed Dragan a smile. "I believe now I undergo trial by broken foot" Dragan looked puzzled at his Queen's comments and even more so when she kicked off her shoes from under her dress, the long blue dress was purposely long enough to sweep the floor to give a Queen the appearence of floating as she moved, but now Tatiana was barefoot. She had manouvered to the edge of a wooden dance floor which had one or two people dancing to the orchestra but now without a partner Tatiana disappeared from her entourage with a twist and spinning leap as she solo'd onto the dance floor in her own little world determined to have a minute or two to herself on this special day. The Ladies in Waiting puzzled simply watched with Roksana left holding the shoes. As Tatiana stepped past, her eyes still closed she told them they were dismissed as she guided herself gracefully to the centre of the floor aware eyes were following her but not caring. It was now that one enterprising young Lodjian noble saw an oppurtunity. Darya Natalka (https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=137.msg514#msg514) was the youngest daughter of the Baron of Natalka, and her father was rather a let down, he had spent the summer of her 17th year busy with work rather than arranging his daughter's introduction to high society, well Darya had decieded that if he wasn't going to do it then she would herself. She set herself off towards Emperor Orion and gave a deep curtsey as she reached him. "I'm so honoured, a real Emperor" she smiled, "I would be deeply deeply honoured if you'd come and dance with me Your Imperial Majesty" she held out a white lace gloved hand and smiled hoping he'd accept, after all no better way to get noble boys attention that being spotted with a royal.

Stasya was, as always, approached by several noble man asking her to dance, or to join them for a drink but she made a line for the pillar by which King David had been standing, she found him easy enough and bowed gracefully. "Your Majesty" she said loudly, "The Queen asks that I ensure our most valued friend is comfortable, she was most concerned for the health of your back, and suggested a stroll in the gardens may ease it?" it was a lie but of course David wouldn't say no, how could he say no to her. The King waited a second or two.

"If your Queen wouldn't mind, stretching my legs would be a pleasant relief" he made a point to place a hand in the small of his back, "I thank you for the escape and the company" the two linked arms and walked calmly towards the doors that lead to the exit and the interior walkways of the palace, they skirted the quads garden and Stasya lead them down a narrow corridor to a point where two guards stood watch over one of the private gardens of the Queen. Stasya explained the Queen wished her to show the King something and they passed with no issue, no sooner had they turned the corner than David wrapped her in his arms, their lips locking.

"Your beautiful" David said as he kissed her neck, his hands pulling her towards him. "I missed you" he said as he began staring into her eyes. Stasya felt his hand sliding her dresses flowing skirt up her leg but placed a hand to stop him.

"We don't have time for that" she grinned, "and not here. Tonight though, I'll come to your room once my duties are done." they kissed again before spendning a few moments alone in the garden. By the time they'd returned the Queen was mingling through the room and hadn't noticed the abscence of Stasya, in fact she'd already lost Jasmina sending her off to dance with Lennox whose wife had departed earlier, meanwhile she'd issued Lady Anna the job of keeping an annoying minor noble from bugging the Queen by taking him onto the dancefloor. Only Roksana remained with the Queen as she chatted with various people keen to have their moment with the Queen.

David and Stasya made a play of him thanking her for his walk as they returned and David made his way over towards Sir William his ambassador. "Your Majesty will you take some advice" William said a smirk on his face.

"Of course, you're my ambassador, so I value your opinion." the King said his eyes still fixed on Stasya.

"Go to the toilet, wash your face" William chuckled a little, "cos that shade of lipstick doesn't go with your eyes." he took out his phone and showed the King his own face in the front camera, the King had a tiny smear of lipstick on his right cheek. "I'll say nothing sir." William kept a straight a face as possible, he'd of course heard the court rumours of the King and Stasya but things like that were common in Lodja, "She's a beautiful women sir" he added as the King managed to scratch his beard all the way between the pillar and the bathroom.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on February 17, 2018, 11:35:29 PM

Orion had started doodling away, taking note from Jocelin he thought at least using the occasions given he should hone his skills whenever time allowed it. Queen Klara stuffing her Face with cake sure was a moment memorable enough to keep in oil. The shocked Ladies in waiting, the chocolate around her Lips, and a stern expression, as if she was to tell the viewer - *so what?* - if he could pull it off properly, it might just work out a great picture. And make for a really good memory.

Just as the Queen gave ample reason for a new doodle, her shoes thrown off dancing barefoot, Orion found himself approached by a Lodian Noble. A part of him groaned internally, the girls his age had started swarming him at school at every occasion already, now the same happening here it seemed. A polite smile, he handed one of the servants his doodlebook: "Look after that for me, would you?" before taking up the girls hand and walking her to the dance floor, just like his etiquette teacher had taught him: "You have the advantage over me here, knowing who i am. Mind i ask yours?" Orion said, trying to follow the tact as good as he could. he had some dance practice leading up to the coronation, but he was by no means an expert dancer. at least a waltz was in his capability. "And have you been here for the dance when Viktorya passed? if i might say you might just be the age for a Debutante." Orion carefully balanced the gilded wreath on his head, well. Dancing was better than watching adults get wasted anyway.

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Adeleheid had spotted Rudolph, accompanied by the young black haired Cedrik Morgan: "Some got himself a Puppy." she mused as she made her way towards the gardens. she had noticed Stasya vanish in that general direction, exactly the person she needed to speak to. Spotting David whipping Lipstick off, she chuckled as she passed the King: "So, having some fun before lady /i have nothing better to do than to diminish my god to gender questions/ pressures his majesty into a new marriage?" she chuckled, before looking around: "You didn't happen to see lady stasya around? i wanted to ask her for an appointment so we could finally get a little shopping tour done."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Major Jaws on February 18, 2018, 04:20:09 PM

King Lapu was taken aback when he heard the name McPherson and the two nations he hated. "Ah yes, the communists who would seem to help you but I The end, would only benefit them. History repeats itself." He sipped the whiskey from a glass and continued. "That is, if you make the wrong decision. With the right decision however, you'd be a successful leader. To do the right choice however, that is yours to decide." With a few drops dripping down his chin, he asked for more and continued. "Anyways, if ever you choose the wrong path, you might expect to see me at the other side of the war; that is, if a war needs be." Looking straight at the eyes of the President, he giggled, trying to keep the conversation as light as possible. "And hey, Pope, nice to see you again. Good thing you weren't beheaded by that Iwi King. Anyways, if you were to choose someone here other than the queen to dance with, who would it be?" He asked the other leaders near him as he almost tripped in position.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on February 18, 2018, 05:24:14 PM

"Hello again, it's been a minute," said Jack gesturing towards the Pope and Lord Protectress before turning back to King Lapu, "there's no need for hostilities friend, nothing is a done deal. There's always an open seat at my poker table and it sounds like you're a high roller in this case. I've no loyalties to anyone as of this moment so I've no reason to deny your patronage, if you wish we can discuss this at a later time." O'Connell leaned back and finished the rest of his drink, bringing the glass back down hard on the table. "But right now is a time for celebration!"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on February 18, 2018, 08:44:38 PM

"Yo my friend, as much as I like you very much, may I suggest toning it down a lil'? Hehe you're somewhat frightening everyone here with your Macho-talk. Our Irish friend might think that you'd wish war...just so you know, ES wouldn't give any aid if you were to be the aggressor". TYP whispered in Lapu's ear while taking the opportunity to give him a thorough handshake. Arilda and TYP toasted after receiving their drinks in bright, shining glasses before swallowing every ounce and slamming them on the table. Then he proceeded to answer the Quintelian monarch's question, "I would certainly think of dancing with any of these fine ladies tonight...possibly even consider dating them if I weren't a part of the Catholic clergy...that is if they can stand my religion hahaha...."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Major Jaws on February 22, 2018, 09:40:45 AM

"What do you mean I'm frightening them? I'm just saying that the communists are bad people." King Lapu explained to the pope while downing another shot of whiskey. "And hey, O'Connell, I'm not enticing war, of course, no-one wants that. But since you're going to meet McPerson anyways, I suggest making a cunning move to have things on your favour. Good luck." He told the Irish leader and then looked back to the pope. "Come on dude, I know that you're the leader of our religion. Only us two--" He cleared his throat as he has just noticed that the pope was with an older lady. "--Us three Catholics here. And as far as I remember, the clergy ate allowed to dance but not date." He said as he sipped from his shot glass. "Here, hold his glass for me, I'll show you how." Almost stumbling, he left the table and approached a blonde in her late twenties. "So, would you like to dance with a king?" He asked as if it was natural for him to do this on all occasions.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on February 22, 2018, 10:57:00 AM

O’Connell sat down and shook his head, looking down at his now empty glass. “If this keeps up I’m going to need something a lot stronger...” he muttered to himself. “Thank you pope, I’m still a little bit lost at all this. Feels like I’m back in high school,” he laughed and shook his head again, “you talk to the wrong people and everyone starts treating you like an animal of sorts.”

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on February 22, 2018, 11:03:42 AM

"Nah it's fine; Lapu's a really nice fella, may seem brutish in a certain lookout, but once you get to know him, he can be a true and loyal friend til' the end. Speaking about 'wrong people' I'm in a worse position than you my Irish friend, haven't really got the diplomatic flow in me yet so I should probably let the real experts do that job so I can focus more on theoligocal matters, which seems to be my stronger side, naturally hehe" TYP replied also realising that hos glass was quite empty too.

"You in for a drink or wanna see if one of these fine Lodjain ladies wanna have a dance round with you?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on February 22, 2018, 12:35:13 PM

“A dance with any of these ladies I’m afraid wouldn’t end with just a dance, and I took an oath that said no relationships while I serve and I intend to keep to that.” Although as he glanced out at the sea of people he silently cursed himself as one woman after the other stunned him. Turning back to the pope he stood up and picked up his glass. “However, I’m never one to turn down a drink. I’ll follow you, my friend.”

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Achkaerin on February 22, 2018, 07:56:57 PM

Peter and Renee had been enjoying the occasion with the formal parts of it done, they'd taken to socialising with some of the court, teased Emalet a little over her appointment as the head coach of the Achkaerin women's Bandy team, which the ambassador was a good sport about. But then as he chatted to Emalet Peter's mood changed because Zoe came over with an electronic tablet in her hand.

"Apologies Your Majesty but this is urgent." Zoe said
"What is it?" Peter asked
"It's an R&A." Zoe said, Peter took the tablet and then the stylus that Zoe handed him
"This is for real right?" Peter asked as he read it
"Yes sir." Zoe said, Peter nodded and signed it electronically well aware of what he'd just done, he handed the tablet back to Zoe

"So shall we do the rounds again?" Peter asked looking at Renee
"I guess." Renee said

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on February 27, 2018, 09:30:14 PM

Darya had placed her arms gently around Orion as they began to dance, "My names Darya Natalka, daughter of Baron Vitali Natalka. Sadly yes I was here when they announced the Queen had died, it was rather a shock." she could remember the evening well, rather self centredly because her useless father had once more let her down by not arranging things for her the way he should have, tonight however it was much easier to entertain herself as all the focus was on others. "and yes I was a debutant, not quiet the introduction to high society I was expecting." she added as they twirled around the dancefloor. "So back home do they have someone lined up for you to marry, I'm not going to be in trouble dancing with someone's future husband am I?" she chuckled spotting how Orion seemed to feel rather awkward, "I imagine four or five years you'll have all the ladies chasing you anyway. You are allowed to hold me closer." she added as she moved herself so their bodies were touching.

As King Lapu approached Roksana she turned to her Queen, it wouldn't be proper to leave her alone without asking, after all a Lady in Waiting was expected to do any duty a Queen needed doing at a drop of a hat, and with Anna already dancing, Stasya off ensuring King David was looked after and Jasmina twirling around the dancefloor with Prince Lennox that left just Roksana. "Of course" the Queen took hold of Roksana's hand and moved it towards the King, "I'm sure Roksana will be the perfect partner" the Queen added as she watched the pair disappear.

"I'm honoured Your Majesty" Roksana said rather diplomatically as they took to the dancefloor. She didn't really know much about the King other than he was the monarch of Quintelia."Did your wife not attend with you?" she asked knowing full well the answer but intrigued to find out what gossip she could.

Meanwhile Stasya had been using her phone to check her hair was back in place after her little moment with King David, she took a new lipstick from her bag and applied it, this one a little better quality than the last, she'd done her bit to make sure the rumours continued. A rumour was enough to make her interesting, to have people gossiping about her and that meant more people knowing she potentially had the ear of a King, among other parts of his body. Influence like that in Lodja made you, and your family important, the lipstick on David's face had been a little like marking her territory as she knew there were other ladies in the court keen to have had a chance to bed him. As she made her way back towards the ball room she saw Adelheid. "Hello Your Highness" the Lady in Waiting greeted her, "lovely to see you" she added as she gave a curtsey. "I was just taking some fresh air. How you finding the evening? No men asking to dance with you?"

Klara had spotted the Pope and the FIR President chatting and whipping a bottle of champagne off a man carrying a tray she motioned for him to follow her, as she reached the Pope and President O'Connell she poured them each a glass. "So gentleman I must say I'm pretty insulted" she began with a stern expression. "You're guests in my nation, we have many pretty girls here desperate for a dance partner and you two stand around gossiping" she began laughing. "Don't tell me you Celts don't like to dance" she turned to O'Connel, "Prince Lennox there, a drop of whiskey and we struggle to get him off the dancefloor."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on February 27, 2018, 09:54:55 PM

TYP was pleased that the very Lodjain monarch herself arrived at their table, bringing some delightful champagne to liven up the moods, not that it wasn't entirely wrong with the Irish President and the Pope conversing by themselves but considering she was right about not taking advantage of the beautiful opportunities that were in full abundance in tonight's gathering...well that was about to change he thought.

"Ah Klara thank you for scolding us gentlemen for not upholding the virtues of acting as proper dance partners, I'm sure as the Pope it wouldn't bring any problem whatsoever to move my feet a lil' with one of you gorgeous ladies...I assume that you're included in one of the many 'desperate' ladies...or should I say Goddesses in search for a dance partner? Well as a noble Christian man, I couldn't naturally possibly lie without telling you that you're definitely the most beautiful of all of them, in respect for not trying to sound judgemental at all". He stretched out an open hand, "Care for one of the best dances you'll receive tonight from the very Pope of the Celestian Catholic Church? Oh, I wouldn't let this attire fool you at all, I won't act fanatical at all and preach some dry verse from the book hehe, as a matter of fact my adoptive father, old friend and mentor Bishop Martin Deed taught me a thing or two about the art of dance so I should be fine, hopefully...A good opportunity to catch up on things lately between our nations as well". TYP eagerly waited for the reply as to whether she would accept his proposal or not...

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on March 02, 2018, 10:01:57 PM

Seeing Stasya put on more Lipstick, Adelheid put on a warm Smile: "We still need to go on a shopping tour, Lady Stasya. Though with the new Queen i bet you are quite busy." Looking around the mostly empty area, Adelheid tilted her head: "Oh there where several interested, but no one i really fancied. Maybe you could aide me and pick someone to get some good rumors started? You are the expert here for Lodja, and i would love to have people chatter about my Choice a little."
'And you would probably love to have people chatter about your Lipstick as well' Adelheid thought to herself, before replying: "Besides i am sick of Babysitting that Imperial Pain in the back, he has some young Lady that fetched him up for a Dance so i got some fresh Air."

Orion felt a cold sweat as Darya pushed him closer, his hands quivering as he tried to hold tact. He had to distract himself before he panicked. 'She doesn't want to kidnap you. She doesn't want to Kidnap you...' he told himself over and over as he danced for a little more with her, his voice wavering: "My Marriage wont be decided until i am at least Sixteen, though likely a little later. Not that i'll have much of a say. The Senates will vote on whom my Spouse will be, deciding on which possible bride is reflecting our values and standards the most. They basically hold a Sort of woman's championship for best bride. Albrecht tries to get them to agree allowing foreigners to participate, but it's still years off. So no, minus all the Girls that decided not to dance with me as Olaf during the little Feast and are now fuming over their own mistake no one really considers to be my Bride."
Tilting his head he spotted the Ambassador and Cedric Morgan, turning back to Darya: "Is that one of your Deputants from the Ball? Didn't think Doctor Niameck would be so quick to pick up a Passtime activity. He was always a more reserved and introverted Person when he visited with his Grandfather."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Final Irish Republic on March 03, 2018, 04:17:57 PM

“Fine, fine,” laughed the President, “Perhaps you’re right, although I must say I’m a little out of practice. Perhaps I could finish this lovely champagne first so I have something to blame my two left feet on.” O’Connell in a quick motion poured the three each a glass, and after pushing them towards both the Pope and Queen raised his arm towards them, glass in hand. “A toast, to our nations luck and prosperity, and especially to Klara, as I doubt she’ll ever forget this night as long as she lives.”

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Major Jaws on March 07, 2018, 02:55:05 PM

He waltzed along gently, even when a little tipsy from all the whiskey he's drank previously. Although the stench of the liquor began to be sensed, the perfume wore by Wewazkangz tribe members made from a concoction of plant oil, specifically those from Magnolia champaca, still overpowered the alcoholic whiff. The question surprised King Lapu, but answered in a polite manner. "Ah, she passed away almost six months ago. I promised to myself to not have any relationships for a few months. But hey, as an old saying goes, promises are made to be broken. And, I haven't asked for your name yet." King Lapu said nonchalantly, and in a desperate attempt to flirt, he continued. "Anyways, want to sit down with me to have a small talk? It would be something you'll never forget."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Jordan Fenose on March 07, 2018, 03:09:32 PM

Anything to forget about the mess back home, thought Dmitri Zubiri. He was the Senate President of Pardclinnia, one of the most experienced and respected politicians in the country's history. Despite his apparent blandness and stoicism, he talked when he needed to in order to blend in his surroundings and he did it well. He always made it a point to "research" on people he would meet. And when he met said people, he would start the conversation first - always not missing a glass of liquor in his hand. This skill would be most certainly useful in his trip to Lodja.

He wasn't particularly fond of coronations for he had no patience for these things. It was a bore for him; might as well catch up on the iStreamable hit series I Am the Law! However, the thought of Queen Viktoria's cremation bothered his mind more than he initially thought of. It made him think of confronting his own mortality. He never knew her personally but has heard that she was a fine woman. He has lived long, as he would say. His wife has been dead for seven years now. 20 years they had been together.

As he arrived at the causeway wearing a fine black tuxedo, he took a deep breathe. It's gonna be a long day

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Arda Tuluva on March 10, 2018, 07:44:07 PM

In one graceful motion the servants to the Empress’ sides removed the sheer veil from their sovereign, stepping back and falling to their hands and knees, as did all the other Arda Tuluvans; save for the Ingaran who went to his knees. Like so many things in Arda Tuluva, they moved in perfect cohesion, as one in unity. Queen Klara had shown great reverence and respect to the Arda Tuluvan Throne by wearing the Jade Dragon in her coronation ceremony – and above that the small gesture of touching the pendant moved mountains in the mind of the Empress. A small detail, a minute gesture that many might have simply over looked, taken no notice; but the Empress saw. She sees all. Klara had gained hén’póna before the Daughter of Heaven and in turn the Autárimë Empress would speak to Sessifet’s Chosen in the full radiance of her splendor, of her most high station as Empress of Arda Tuluva, as the Daughter of Heaven.

“Honor and glory unto the anointed Queen of Lodja, the Guardian of Sessifet.” The Empress intoned, “The blessings of Heaven and Earth. May your reign be showered in fortune and tranquility.” The Arda Tuluvan monarch kissed her palms and made a sweeping gesture with her arms, an Arda Tuluvan blessing and praise. Her principal servant, Ehtelë, then approached the Queen holding an ornate sandalwood case gilded in gold with a yellow scroll inside, an Imperial Edict. “Soon the Year of the Dog comes to an end and the Year of the Golden Pig commences, a most fortuitous changing of the years. We invite Our most esteemed Queen to attend the New Year’s Festivities at the Arcalcassë as Our most honored guest.”

The Empress sat observing the festivities, her myriad of servants standing patiently behind her waiting to serve or be called upon. Many among the host of the Empress’ ilar’naldar looked upon the Queen’s Ladies-in-Waiting with a tinge of envy seeing them laughing and dancing with – what seemed to them - wild abandon.

The Ingaran had been meandering about, with consent from his sovereign. He had stopped at the Buffet sampling much of what was offered, he had decided that he found Lodjan cuisine most palatable. He had met Pope Peter II once while he visited the Empire and was going to speak with him but he was occupied in conversation with an elected president. Eruenvinyanto had been advised to keep his conversations with those heads-of-state who governed republics to a bare minimum. He wasn't entirely sure why, it had something to do with rituals and tradition. He noticed the Morelander king re-enter the Ballroom, another man he had met once.

“Your Majesty,” He said, a bit louder than what Arda Tuluvan Imperial etiquette would deem appropriate, towards King David who made his way over to the Ingaran. “Honor and glory, Majesty, the Blessings of Heaven and Earth." He said with a bow of the head. "It has been an age since last we spoke, there is an aura of great joy radiating from His Majesty. One that was not there the last His Majesty graced the sacred halls of the Arcalcassë. I trust, then, all is well."

It was then two of his ilar'naldar appeared, one holding a tray with two glasses of whiskey. "I recall His Majesty has a predilection towards whiskey." He didn't, but his ilar'nalda did and had signed to him what the drink was and that David enjoyed it. "Would His Majesty care to have a drink with me in honor of Lodja's new Queen?"

“A brilliant move, Minister.” Princess Nessanië said to Dragan Knežević, catching him alone. “You have secured the new Queen’s affection before the Daughter of Heaven. If the Conclave had any fears on how relations between Lodja and Arda Tuluva might be affected during this period of transition; then rest assured, dear minister, you have cunningly silenced any doubt from the Phoenix Throne.” She gave a small smile as she raised her champagne flute to him in toast. She handed her glass to Ayane freeing her hands before offering it to Dragan, “Would the fine minister care to dance?”

Ehtelë and Ayane – the principal servants to the Empress and Princess Nessanië respectively - were talking about the latest Court gossip. Well, not talking, per se, they were signing to each other in the Arda Tuluvan style. The Empress is with child. Two months.

After all these years the Ingaran is finally fulfilling his sacred obligations. Ayane signed back.

With the slightest shake of the head Ehtelë continued, The Noble Consort is the father. If the Empress has a daughter he will be elevated to ‘King in Arda Tuluva’. And here? How is the Lodjan Court?

About the same as the Celestial Court... Ayane signed.

Everyone is sleeping together. Ehtelë quickly gestured, she nodded as the two shared a small chuckle hoping no one saw them. It would be considered most improper for the two to be laughing in public.

It appears that every foreign noble is bedding one of the Queen’s Ladies. Ayane continued, Stasya with David. The Íverin[1] Prince with whom he is dancing.

Every? You named two. Ehtelë signed.

Ignoring his comment, she continued. Besarian with Jasmina. The Uburzi with a young gentleman named Cedrik. Apparently, it would be quite the scandal in New Uburzis.

And your mistress?

She has her gaze fixed on Dragan.

Kissed by fire. Fortuitous. Ehtelë responded, And intelligent, a true erudite.

“The pendant.” Ayane said.

“The pendant.” Ehtelë agreed. For barbarians the Lodjans are extremely astute.

1.	Uí Ceinnselaig

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on March 11, 2018, 08:00:40 PM

Cedric had enjoyed Dr. Niamecks patronage so far, he was an intelligent and well cultured Man. Yet what he didn't like was how the Servants of the Palace and now the little Emperor had started looking. "Rudolph, i think they believe you take me to Bed." Cedric bluntly said, as Rudolph almost spit out the Champagne: "How do you come to that Conclusion?" Rudolph said, coughing slightly from the Champagne in his Airways: "They literally called me your little Puppy."

"Damn that Princess." Rudolph said, shaking his head: "I mean you are an intelligent young handsome Man..."

Cedrik rolled his Eyes, shaking his head, grabbing Rudolph by his Tie, dragging the Ambassador in to a lengthy Kiss, before grinning: "Now, maybe not make it a Rumor anymore later?"

Cedrik was only a low level Noble, his Parents barely worth the Mention. Only getting himself into a little science Project had given him a little bit of Spotlight, and he wouldn't let that chance he now had slip. It probably wasn't forever, but being noticed with one of the Foreign Ambassadors and being a regular visitor to the Isle would ensure he got some more attention from now.

Also he did like Rudolph's Blonde Curls.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on March 17, 2018, 09:45:36 PM

The evening was drawing on, the moon now sat like a silver ball in the sky reflecting off the dark black night sea. Stasya rather enjoyed evenings like that out on the balcony, it reminded her slightly of her home back on the island of Alucard Major the sea and the stars. She had brought Adelheid out there was a bottle of wine she had removed from the buffet table, she offered the Princess a seat and poured a glass, it was nice to have someone to talk to who was neither a member of court or too concerned about the rumours. "Let us just say I always choose my lipstick wisely, sometimes to please myself, sometimes to please a lover, and sometimes to fuel rumours, I do find them rather fun." It was exactly that here in the Palace a rumour, not that Stasya had shared David's bed, after all in times gone by it was expected that the Ladies in Waiting ensure the happiness of all visiting royals, whatever it took. Some believed she merely was following Viktoria's orders to keep in David's good books while other believed there was something between them. "Who knows if I play the game right one day I may even be a royal like yourself" she raised a glass as though in toast, " So what is it like being the sister of an Emperor?" Stasya asked as she leaned back in the large pillow strewn chair.

Inside Adelheid's younger brother was still dancing with Darya, she had expected him to be a little awkward but it was like he'd never really touched a girl before, not even in terms of dancing. She wondered how different his homeland must be to Lodja, a land where physical contact was seen as almost a divine thing. The nations seemed almost polar opposites, conservative and liberal, male dominated and female dominated, it could be interesting. She placed his hand that was on her back lower onto her hip and moved a little closer. "If you'd like a tour of the palace I could show you?" she smiled as they danced, "I know all the quiet places away from the madness here, unless of course your enjoying dancing" she suddenly worried that she may have said the wrong thing, as though taking him away from the dancefloor may be something he wouldn't like. "I'm happy to do whatever" she added.

"I am Roksana Pajari Your Majesty" the Lady in Waiting replied to King Lapu as they danced, slipping into official introduction mode she added, "Youngest daughter of Lord Silvan Pajari of Noginsk" she added showing that she came from noble descent, some 200 or so years ago the family had even produced a Queen, if only for four years before she died of illness. "I trust your enjoying your visit?" she asked wondering why out of all the women he'd asked her to dance and not the Queen herself. "Your first time here in Lodja?"

Klara looked at the Pope as he asked her to dance and wondered just how a man who wore what looked like a dress on a daily basis would dance. She personally would have prefered to dance alone, she wasn't really a fan of this ballroom nonsense, but recognised that it was a must on occasions like this. It was restrictive though, you went where your partner guided you, your movements in his hands. If you danced alone though you where free to shape your own destiny, flow and leap the way you wanted to. "I wouldn't imagine Your Holiness dances often" she said as they moved towards the dancefloor. "After all your Church music is rather somber compared to our own faiths." The faith of Sessifet loved music, but it had to be music to complement dance, one of the most favoured activities of the Goddess, she had danced her way across the face of Mundus spreading beauty and marvel with each carefully placed footstep. "I assume you wished to talk with me?" she asked as they weaved around others on the dancefloor.

Dragan was pleased that the Princess Nessanie believed his actions had been well recieved, it had after all been part of his game plan. "I'm grateful for your support" the Finance Minister said with a beaming smile, he leaned close, "But in truth my main reason was to limit Besarian's influence over the new Queen, no better way than showing her a quick way to make a good first impression. Makes it look like I actually know what I'm talking about in foreign affairs. Now, if I'd been asked to do something to win say.....the Ecclesiastical States favour, well I'd be clueless, I do find those Christian types rather sullen, and all that praying.....must wreak havoc on the knees" he added, "Unlike dancing, something I would love to take Your Highness up on" he bowed offering his hand and waiting for her to place her own hand on his. He walked her to the centre of the dancefloor and took up what he considered to be a respectable hold of her, he glanced around, many of the Lodjain couples dancing where much closer, but this was a foreign Princess from a land whose complex customs made Lodjain's own look like something an infant could master overnight. " Now, if I may ask a rather personal question, after all I think we've got to know each other rather well, but please tell me to be quiet if I offend. You're rather old by your home's standards to be unmarried, or is it the hardships of your duty?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on March 17, 2018, 10:04:33 PM

"Well I hope I won't disappoint you much your majesty, and indeed you're right that I'm not the most actice dancer among those gathered here tonight, but I would like to say that Ecclesiastical music is much, much more than the stereotpypical pieces that are sung in choir and played on organs...Ever heard of the classical music that radiates from our musical legacy? Fastforward a few hundred years and we have world class artists such as Michael Jackson and Madonna, the King and Queen of Pop respectively...in due respect, if only we could hear some of their tunes right now...Oh well...All that I'm trying to say that we Ecclesiasticals are trying to break away from stereotypes such as these and we're always happy to share the true ES."

His holiness, remembering what he learned in his younger days, led the newly coronated Queen and Goddess out on the dance floor and gently led the way so to say. "I take it that her majesty prefers to dance alone...I can understand and respect that notion, in a way being independent expresses one's creativity and free spirit much better. In any case, it's the correct assumption that I wish to talk to you, after all both of our nations are among the oldest in Albion and the entirety of Mundus, as well as cooperation has existed throughout time between Lodja and the Ecclesiastical State, however like how I stated before we Ecclesiasticals wouldn't mind extending this relationship much further...Now that faith has chosen you of everyone else to lead this nation, how would you like for this proceed?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on March 20, 2018, 05:06:03 PM

"Cousin of an Emperor, then again, will Orion ever be the true Emperor the way he worships my Brother Albrecht?" a small smile went over her Lips, leaning back: "I am pretty sure if you play your cards right, you will find yourself at the side of an formidable Royal. If not, you might look out for my Brother as well." She sipped from her Glass of wine before answering: "Myself and him aren't bound to the law requiring Royal Lineage to wed someone chosen by the senate since there are more than five people ahead of us with the inheritance. Though admittedly he wants to avoid marrying himself as long as Orion is in regency."
Picking up her Phone she flicked through some Social Media alerts: "In the end my Status won't matter much to my children one day, so i will have to try and make a buck or two. People might think me childish stirring up rumors, but rumors pay well, and i need to be independent from my Family on the long run. Talking about that, seems that young man Mister Morgan picked up the Pace, seems gossiping with the staff payed off. Here, a picture of him with our Ambassador." Adelheid held her Phone towards Stasya, showing her a sneaky camera shot of the Scene inside.

Orion shook his head as he promptly stopped: "No Tour, i am afraid. If you know a Quiet place with enough guards visible it would be appreciated, though. I hope you don't mind, but i do not wish to stay unprotected in a Labyrinth like this Isle." He quivered clearly, seemingly a lot of thoughts running through his head, slowly shaking it: "And i think i need to sit down anyway now."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on April 02, 2018, 12:01:51 AM

Stasya knew too well what Adelheid was talking about, she too had at one point used social media to her advantage, it obviously helped that Lodja had an obsession with its aristocracy and superficial beauty, something Stasya possessed in equal measure. "If you want rumours you should just move here, we have whole papers dedicated to rumours around the nobility, I'm sure they'd love a foreign royal being tied into them." Stasya chuckled, "Well....more so than already" The Lady in Waiting had held off trying to get anyone to take photos of her and David together, there was no point, that relationship was progressing the way that she wanted with the Morelander King being under her spell the only issue she had was somehow distancing herself with tact from the Lodjain court one day without harming her families standing. To her knowledge there had been no Lady in Waiting who was not dedicated to Sessifet and while Stasya wouldn't consider herself as spiritual as her lover she at least gave Helus the lip service a God deserved. "Seriously though, if you wish to stand on your own two feet why not push for a posting to Lodja as a diplomat, a lady of your standing would be honoured here and you'd have as much intrigue as one person could handle, it'd probably look to your family back home that you were involving yourself in the advancement of your nation too.....that can't be bad right?" she asked. She wondered if David was adequetly missing her yet but determined that she'd leave him a little longer before going back inside.

Darya knew the Island well but also knew that no place would be that quiet at the moment. "Come on" she said taking hold of his hand and leading him through the giant oak doors. "The Palace is a mess of design" she began to explain, "Each monarchy up until about 100 years ago adding their own touch, some extending it, some adding new levels both above and below ground as best they could all keen to leave a mark upon the place, its easy enough to get lost but you soon learn your way around." she lead him the way they had walked in and past the front entrance doors, there sat just a few meters away was the Island's cliff railway car sat unoccupied, two of the Palace guard stood at its doorway. She walked up to the Guard, "You know this is Emperor Orion right?" she barked and the guard nodded unsure exactly who he was being addressed by. "He wants to watch our skies in the warmth so open up the carriage please" she gestured and the guard recognising the visiting royal and the girls face being one he knew linked to nobility he did as ordered. The wooden carriage had large glass windows giving a view of the settlement that wound around the cliffs like a snake, houses had lights flickering beneth them while the fient sound of music from both the Island's single inn and the Palace drifted in a battle of tunes. The carriage had windows stretching from floor to roof at the front giving a view across the bay to Gaia itself where the old part of the city lay in relative darkness next to the bright lights of the new city across the river from the old. The view off to the South was unspoilt out to sea and the stars shone brightly in the clear cloudless sky. "This secure enough?" Darya asked as she sat down next to the Emperor. "I used to come and sit on that ledge over there" she pointed to a rocky outcrop about a meter below a window that peered out across the bay, "I'd grab some sweets and a can of soda, lower myself out the window and sit watching the city or the stars depending on my mood. I actually found out Minister Dragan does the same, even now." she chuckled remembering meeting the Finance Minister there a few weeks back. "But I suspect my visits to the Island will become less over the next few years, unless I manage to snag some connection beyond my father, youngest daughters tend to not get the same chances." she explained. Despite her family being well connected as the youngest child she was kind of seen as less important and so felt like a weight around her father's neck. "So what's your Palace like?" she asked the Emperor as she sat watching some fireworks float above the old city.

The Queen and the Pope found a kind of clear space around them on the dancefloor, this was for two reasons, the first that nobody wished to accidently knock into their newly crowned Queen, and the second many had witnessed the Queen's unrestrained dancing and feared being caught in the whirlwind. Klara didn't mind after all it meant that people couldn't hear as much as they would probably like especially now as the evening was turning towards work. She had received only a handful of diplomatic briefings, mainly about CNN[1] business as her advisors had been keen for her to continue those deep relations. They'd told her ES had sounded the group out about membership but had yet to be accepted, "Well Lodja is about to start on some new paths, first off we intend to do more to ensure our culture is protected, I like the idea of us being more global but it has to be on our terms, so don't expect any great Catholic church building" she smiled, "The people of your faith are of course more than welcome to build places of worship as they require.....as long as they conform to our nations ideals of beauty in construction" she had noticed more and more concrete monstrosities being built across the nation as quick builds for profit spoiling the great artistic archecture that her island home of Iskor presented. "As for extending relationships I am all ears, I know Viktoria enjoyed the idea of the nations of Albion working together and I too believe this is a good idea, although it seems us southern nations are more open to this than the Northerners such as Dartfordia"

1.	As this took place before ES and the CNN connection

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Major Jaws on April 02, 2018, 08:51:23 AM

King Lapu was elated to hear that the woman he was dancing and talking with is a relative of a former Queen. He then answered her question. "Why yes, I'm enjoying my first trip here so far, although I have to say, this ceremony's been a wild one." He said, trying to not put his mouth directly on Roksana's face. "What do you say if I invite you with the queen during a 'diplomatic' visit? I'm sure you'd love Quintelia, especially with me ruling it." He boasted, before inviting his partner to take a seat, as his legs were tired and seeing the need to clear the dance floor as he saw the Queen and the Pope begin dancing..

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on April 02, 2018, 11:36:32 AM

The Young Pope was pleased to hear the new Queen's plans for the future, that it delighted him much, while they were still moving about. "I can assure you that Catholic Churches are the most beautiful of all of them, so rest assured that they would be able to conform to your great nation's beauty standards, more than enough hehe; the churches are always based on each nation's typical architectural culture in other words. Likewise your faith and its adherents are always welcome to practice it and establish places of worship in the Ecclesiastical State, as long as everyone can respect each other and all, which I'm sure it's not going to be an issue." His holiness also got reminded about certain people he had to talk about.

"Your divine majesty is probably well aware, but in any case it would be great if the Amaranthine Dynasty, especially Empress Helena and her husband Emperor consort Julius, could meet you as well in the future; it's time that they deserve to ger their spot light back considering the last Empress and her grandmother had reigned over 92 yrs...Hopefully, you'll see more of them partaking in state visitations and other events for instance so I don't need to always drag myself if the time's lacking.

Finally I'm an admirer of those trying to preserve one's own culture; it's a shame when globalist forces try to impose their version of poisonus cultural imperialism, as if everyone needs to think and act in the same manner. *Sigh* speaking of southern nations are more open to cooperation amongst neighbours, I have to admit that it's probably due to the prevalence of feminity; Lodja, AT and even ES have in their cores greater rights and privileges for women then in any other place on Mundus, and some say that women as leaders can show more competency towards education and growth of culture, due to their nature as well as men wouldn't be able to bring about the sort of levels of violence and conflict that we see both within and between nations. The women would solve problems without resorting to macho posturing and competition. It may have a larger influence in the two former, but even then in a supposed-to-be 'patriarchial' society such as ES, the 'frivolous' sides of Men have been well-contained thanks to the feminity. I might be blabbering ghibberish for all that I know, even one-sided view, but I suppose her divine majesty would know more or less what I'm trying to say hehe?

Also my Queen, forgive me if the question posed now seems rude and ignorant, but are there any suitable, noble candidates for marriage? Well t'was thinking about our Amaranthine friends and who knows in the future...unless everyone here need to have pre-arranged marriages?"

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on April 09, 2018, 11:27:48 PM

"I did, but the Speaker of Niameck had managed to position his Grandson here. Besides, i already am the Cultural Ambassador. Basically my Brother decided i am the one to go to events and smile and Shake hands. But i do agree, Lodja seems like a prosperous place for myself. Maybe your Queens island Tour? Not to mention your queen is intriguing as well, i doubt she is as carefree as she might seem."
Adelheid was still annoyed she hadn't been able to get Rudolph's position, it would have been a great chance, but Robert had been pushing Albrecht. "What do you think about a fashion show? I wanted to arrange something later this year in Uburzis. Something akin to my Nations liking. All in Organic components, and all in organic material. You think you could catch some Lodjan Designers for it? I need some international Names on the Plate, and you could get some favors giving them a head start before i openly announce it."

Orion was still nervous, the memory of the last queen being attacked in her palace stung in the back of his mind, he sighed slightly as he focused on the question at hand: "Our, no. My Palace is in a way split in two parts." He scribbled on the little doodle board he had retrieved from the servant on the way out: "One part has been built in the decades after the Empire was united. It has clear structures, with the Throne room built like an ancient Noniam Temple, two Courtyards, the former armory that now is a guesthouse. Everything decorated with Columns and ordered. if i had three words to describe that part, it would be Huge, Pompous and Ordered." he scribbled some rough drafts on his paper: "I really like how we have a personal Tram station right in front of it. Makes getting up and down that hill comfortable."
Orion than nodded to the island behind them: "The older part, usually called the old castle, is mostly residential. It's an old defense castle that had been built and remodeled over the centuries until the palace was added. It still has the old defense wall with several bulky towers around it, one of those is where i have moved in with my atelier. inside are a dozen small buildings making up a town of their own, intertwining with each other, steep staircases, confusing walkways. Buildings that have been built into each other. It prefer that place. It's a home. Cozy, warm. You feel like the residents have all left their mark on the structure. This place reminds me of that old castle. everything is a labyrinth of places that cut through and above each other."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on April 24, 2018, 02:52:19 PM

Roksana took a seat with King Lapu, she'd had the chance to travel all over Mundus in her duties and had heard of many people brag about their homeland, sometimes rightfully so, othertimes she'd found their lands to be tedious and ugly. "So what would you suggest I see?" Roksana asked him.

Across the dancefloor Klara and the Pope were engaged in conversation about the marriage thing he'd just brought up. "Well in Lodja a person's marriage must be approved by those above them, theoretically I can order any of my subjects to marry anyone, but I do not intend to do that as such. I will suggest and persuade but not force. As such I intend to not push any of my nobles into marriages with members not of our faith, therefore I am afraid a noble marriage in Lodja is probably well beyond something I can help with." She explained. My own marriages will be probably pre-arranged, but I intend to have a great deal of say in them."

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: The Young Pope on April 24, 2018, 03:08:11 PM

"It's alright and good to know, each to his own I suppose." the Pope said realising that they've been dancing around for some time know. "Klara, if it's alright by calling you by first name, we may take a break if it would please you, I know I would definitely need one myself hehe. It has been a lovely gathering of friends, allies and acquaintances...good to come out of the box and forget all about the responsibilities that one's own nation puts on one's own persona so to say" TYP said.

Meanwhile as the Pope was busy dancing with the Queen, elsewhere on the floor was President Lavaud and VP/First Gentleman Pomeroy of Bretonnia, taking the opportunity to practise showcasing their true feelings for another in public, treating it as a high-end date. "Have to admit honey, that you're not a bad dancer yourself after all." Lavaud said with a giggle, letting a smile out from Pomeroy. "Well it's pretty common to devalue the knowledge taught at West Point Academy these days, I mean officer training's not all about guns and fancy uniforms..." Before he could continue, a sweet kiss from his dearest Presidential husband interrupted, trying his best to relax and not think abouthow others perceived them.

"Let's take a break, my feet are literally dying, a drink or two's in good order wouldn't you say?" Lavaud asked, with Pomeroy nodding in approval of such a proposition, taking a seat at one of the mini bars, taking the opportunity to chat with anyone who'd fancied a talkative moment with the queer couple.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Libby on April 28, 2018, 11:05:15 PM

OOC- Sorry Norg, only just noticed my post to you didn't copy in.

Stasya had to agree with Adelheid, Klara did seem rather too laid back for a Queen of Lodja, but maybe that was just her style only time would tell. It would however make a rather nice change to be less stuffy than Viktoria had, the old Queen was nice enough but it was like she had to always be this regal, stern faced creature, Klara meanwhile seemed to have a personal touch to her. "While I do enjoy the fashion world its a little hard to attend all the events these days. We get very little real time away from the Queen, so a fashion event in Uburzis may be something I'd miss but you should do it, at least then I can watch the clips on YouTube or see the pictures online. It'd be a nice way of getting yourself some international contacts too, I'll certainly help with that if I can." As the two where talking Stasya noticed David looking over her way, it was getting late and the Lady in Waiting could make out the music winding down to its more slow tempo'd numbers. "I suppose I should go and dance with the King of East Moreland, after all I have been tasked with looking after his every need while he's here." she smiled, "all in the name of duty you understand" she gave Adelheid a knowing wink, "It's been nice catching up with you." she gave her a hug and then made her way back over to David the pair linked hands and disappeared onto the dance floor Stasya's arms drapped around the Morelander's neck.

In the cliff railroad Darya could hear the music beginning to slow, "It must be getting close to the end of the evening." The young noblewoman explained as she stood and opened the door "We should get back" she offered a hand to Orion and lead him back into the Palace and into the main ball room. Couples seemed to be enjoying a more romantic aspect of the evening, slow and close dancing being the order of the day. "It's been nice Your Majesty" Darya bowed slightly, "I hope to see you again sometime" and with that she turned and made her way across the dance floor and disappeared into the crowd.

Klara had been tempted to point out that was only her name as Queen, she was still on a personel level Tatiana. The realisation that was a little rude and perhaps bizarre to a foreigner made her keep her mouth shut to the Pope. She had little idea about the part where he'd mentioned forgetting responsibilities, she's only assumed her's 12 hours earlier and so far she'd not been seperated from them. "Well Your Holiness, I must go and begin saying farewell to my guests. It's been a pleasure." With that she disappeared back across the dance floor, as expected those dancing away made a path for her and Klara couldn't help skip a few steps on her way across. She positioned herself by the door along with Jasmina and Anna as people began to leave she presented them with a small cloth bag no bigger than a fist, inside where a few tokens, two silver coins, one with Viktoria's head on and one with her own, a symbol of the change in order of the monarchy. Also inside where two small packets of salt in a brown paper envelope, both made by the High Priestess and thought to bring luck. Each guest was thanked for attending by the Queen who was then handed one of the bags by Anna or Jasmina. Many noble families took the oppurtunity to introduce their young sons and daughters to the Queen as they left and Klara took time to chat with some. After around ten minutes Stasya and David approached. "I trust Lady Stasya has looked after you?" the Queen asked knowingly.

"Indeed Your Majesty" David said as he accepted the small bag, unlike the others Klara hugged him.

"I trust your friendship with Sessifet holds still?" Klara asked the King as she pulled back.

"I hope we can be friends yes" David said unsure what he'd actually just agreed to but Lodja was a nation he felt a special connection with, especially since meeting Stasya.

"I may ask for some advice from time to time if you don't mind, but that's for a later time." Klara turned to Stasya, "You will not be needed in the morning so please deciate your duties to making sure His Majesty is looked after." Stasya nodded almost looking shy, as though she wasn't fully committed to the coded message the Queen had given, although everyone knew what was meant. "I wish you a pleasant evening" she hugged the Morelander once more and watched as he and Stasya disappeared off. The Queen would be the last to leave the hall and while some simply disappeared via many of the doors in the ballroom it seemed many wanted the final chance to speak with the Queen,.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Norgeras on April 29, 2018, 10:44:39 PM

After making sure to properly say goodbye to the young lady, Orion just waved his sketch to Klara off her eating cake, with her 'get over it' face, as he made his way outside with Adelheid just behind. it was a long travel back home and would take a bit in the airship.

Adelheid meanwhile plotted already. Designers from Lodja would be a surefire way to make the event a success, and get her name into the crowd. She smiled to herself as she let the thoughts pass, before glancing over to Orion. He told her off, talked to someone, didn't end up a sobbing baby in a corner. maybe there was hope after all.

Title: Re: The Lodjain Court - IC
Post by: Major Jaws on April 30, 2018, 09:57:29 AM

"Well, I uhh, don't know where to start, as there's so many places as beautiful as you." King Lapu replied, as he put his arms around Roksana. "Well of course, theirs the capitol building, The Palace. (https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGPYWg0bxyB3g-ffMINBDE84N3jp65KqQng6iYX4_K152YWqwAcRVahtYeWw) But if you're looking for natural wonders, look no further than Pagudpud beach (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcREhJ6nLg_iiItpCfF5gIIkkG5rU-E4DxtTFJbCTO13mGFPnzxTjEcrI9MyDQ) famous for its white sands. If you don't like beaches, well we have vast forests. I don't want to sound like a tour guide though, so, you'll see when you get there." King Lapu then continued to drink some champagne. "It's been a nice evening here, but of course, I need to leave." He gave Roksana a hug as he stood up. He walked through the hall, looking around, before coming back to where he came. "Uhh, is there any guest room I can use. If you may not know, I flew my plane alone and... I'm very drunk." He then took his glass and drank more champagne.

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