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Post by Kira on Oct 16, 2022 16:15:21 GMT -5
The intermittent arrivals having been seen to, Kathrine stood before the delegation, a warm smile on her face as she spoke.
"Welcome all, and welcome to our Day of Rising celebrations. Over the next seven days we will be having festivities throughout the city, and I is with both my and the High Chief's hope to show you our best side. Tonight there will be a banquet within the ballrooms of Castle Tolvaj, with tomorrow following with the games and duals found within the Hall of Echoes. If you will follow me, we will begin our route to meet with the High Chief and have you accompany him before the banquet. Are there any questions at this time?" The woman made sure to look around the room for any sign of misunderstanding or confusion.
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Post by Kira on Oct 18, 2022 19:52:42 GMT -5
Finding none, the delegation would move forward, being transported in full procession to the Castle proper. The Mil'Nor on the streets would give a mix of emotions, ranging from wonder and confusion, to mistrust and even revulsion in some cases. Still, they'd make easy way for the procession, not minding it's passage through the busy streets of the city . Passing by one of the parks of the city, there would be a mix of families sharing in midday roasts, games and drinking. Children played games of make-believe and played with crude toys, their mothers nearby exchanging stories and local 'news'. A good deal of the fathers relaxed around the comforts of a local musician, the low tunes coming from his hurdy gerdy filling the air. For a Day, the worries were forgotten. For a Day, all could rest.
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7:17
Upon arrival at Castle Tolvaj, they'd met with High Chief Nils personally, the ruler carrying a smile and warmth on his body. Giving a fair, if mildly rushed greeting, je'd quickly offer them to join in the festivities takigng place within the castle ballroom. Standing as both a testament to the ways of old and the mild influences more recent contact with the old world, the ballroom was large in sacle, with probably more then a hundred people already within the main 'plaza' so to speak. a number of rooms offshoot from the main dancing and dining space, each doored to allow more quiet conversations. At the far end of the room, the one end of the oval shaped room was cutoff a glass doorway to then lead outside to a balcony. The amount of gold, silver and gemstones used in the decoration of the ballroom was on par with empires of the old world here, a testament to the mineral wealth the Mil'Nor had found within the cold of South Touli.
Of the groups to be noted, several of import became apparent:
-A group of officers from both the navy and army had collected in right back corner of the room. Among them is Field Captain Samir Torres and Field-General Cao Tyrann, along with a number of other officials within the military of the Clans.
-Chief Dravos of Clan Gruvar could be seen talking with several of his clanmates near the center of the room.
-High Chief Nils was to be found near the left back corner of the room. He was discussing something with...some sort of reporter?
-Chief Talamore was out on the balcony with his daughter. The man seemed to be contemplating the setting sun
-A strange number of Inselni had set themselves up in the right front corner of the room. The amount of Mil'Nor servants making trips to this group far exceeded seen elsewhere throughout the room. The Inselni within were wearing clothing similar to that of the old Elenrian Empire, although one in particular seemed to be wearing what could be best described as a fusion of Mil'Nor and Elenrian styles
- Kathrine Mengele was center right of the room, busy grabbing herself a meal from one of the many buffet stations strewn among the room right now.
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Post by callmedelta on Oct 20, 2022 12:13:18 GMT -5
Divide and conquer was to be the method of the hour for the Franerri party. Finally getting an opportunity to connect with his friend, Director de Angelis naturally went towards High Chief Tolaj. While Lehran may have had the obvious choice, Sylvain and Gustaw were left with a decision. Deciding to head for the two strangest groups of the party, Sylvain made his way towards the officers, while Gustaw took the Inselni.
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Lehran's POV
Lehran walked towards Nils, almost wishing his old bones had the strength in them to run despite the potential social faux-pas it may have been. He had on his person two gifts for the man. The first was his personal favorite wine: a sweet red vintage from 1902. He'd bought the last ten bottles from that particular batch, and - much like himself and Nils - they only got better with age. The second was a small pocket watch, on the fact of which was the sun symbol from the flag of Mil'Nor in gold, with the cross made from a series of five inlaid rubies while the rest of the watch was silver. These weren't meant as some baubles, or symbols merely to butter up the High Chief - though the cynical part of his brain recognized they surely may do that - but just meant to be gifts, from one friend to another. Lehran approached the spot where Nils and the other individual were talking, respectfully waiting for the two to finish their conversation before he spoke.
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Sylvain's POV
Filled in with what Gustaw had told him, and his own research from what information was available back in Franerre, Sylvain had at least made sure he knew faces and names of the big players in the country. Sadly, the only face in the group he recognized was Cao Tyrann's, but it was at least a jumping off point. He had no idea who those Inselni were, but Gustaw was certain no Elenrian ships had docked in Mil'Nor. That mystery would be for the ambassador to solve. What had intrigued Gustaw most, something he had shared with Sylvain, was the fact they were here at all. Gustaw had known that MIl'Nor had wished to undergo some military modernization; could they be trying to solicit offers from the various nations here? If so, Franerre had to throw her hat into the ring, and Sylvain had much more information on Franerre's capacity for arms export than the ambassador. The Minister walked towards the assembled group of officers, standing close enough to the group that he could overhear and wait for an opportune moment to introduce himself.
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Gustaw's POV
Despite Franerre never having much to deal with in Mil'Nor, Gustaw liked to pride himself on keeping abreast of who was who in Mil'Nor. Not like there was much else to do in country, after all. He could pick out nearly every face in the room, with the exception of the junior army officers around Field Captain Torres and Field-General Tyrann, and those Inselni in the corner. As the only Insenli in the room, they naturally stuck out, and the mass of servants running back and forth only amplified the effect. Gustaw supposed there was an off-chance they could be Elenrian, but none of them came to shore with Kumosenkan and he was reasonably certain that no Elenrian boats had docked in Mil'Nor, either. The fact that he didn't know who these people were irked Gustaw, not to mention the fact that he was just purely interested in who these people were. Gustaw wove his way between the servants going to and from the group, wearing his best smile as he approached.
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Post by Greywall on Oct 20, 2022 23:01:43 GMT -5
O'Donnell shifted about the room, he glared rather hatefully at the Kumo, his cold grey eyes staring right through them. If anyone knew the look, it was the look of a man that has killed before and remembering what trades he held to do such a thing. But he was drawn back from his personal hatred of the Kumo by one of his guards who understood the PTSD the man carried from the Hawaiian War.
He shifted toward the officers feeling more comfortable among servicemen and women than politicians anyway. Per Gaelic custom when introducing oneself he tapped the metal emblem of his clan pinned onto his Tartan and gave a polite nod to Captain Torres and General Tyrann. He also greeted the Franneri kindly in keeping with his role as Taoiseach of Ulster-Gaelia. "I think I might get about better here with individuals of valor heheh."
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Post by aimway921 on Oct 21, 2022 1:36:51 GMT -5
The Ashinarans, upon entering the great hall, have rather quickly separated, almost as if they knew what they were doing - which, in part, was collaborating with the Franerri.
Princess Yuzura and Minister Tagomych have headed straight for High Chief Nils, following right behind Lehran de Angelis. As they have all greeted eachother, Tagomych presented the High Chiev with a gift similar to the one he has presented to Chief Gravos earlier - but probably quite a bit more valuable - one of the oldest vintage mead from the Royal collection, a clay yellow bottle marked simply with a date - 1868. Perhaps just a random date to one who wouldn't know Ashinaran history, but it carried a meaning - it was the year in which Ashinara broke it's centuries long isolation.
Admiral te Kolvan and General Verleveski were dressed in their parade uniforms. The Admiral, not only in a prestigious position but also a man of noble birth, was wearing a white jacket with a golden-black belt. Gold buttons kept his jacket closed, and a white peaked cap covered his head, adorned with metal crests, one for the nation, and one for the Royal Navy - both also in gold. Ashinaran military uniforms did not use epaulettes to display rank. Instead, his rank of Admiral was displayed by two gold stars surrounding the Ashinaran Trident on the sea blue gorget adorning his collar. He did however wear epaulettes, although there were for decoration, not to display anything. Just as all the other accessories on his uniforms, these were also in gold, with round fields and heavy fringes. His chest was adorned by a number of medals - although, for the obvious reason of Ashinara not being involved in any wars for a long time, none of them for any battle. He did, however, wear the Royal Cross of Honor, the highest award Ashinara could give for bravery.
General Verleveski, meanwhile, was of common origin, and while the Admiral got where he was partially with the help of connections, Verleveski did so through merit alone. Wearing the uniform of the Ashinaran Royal Army in the grayish-purple color, many of his distinctive features on the jacket were similar to the Admiral - just for the Army, instead of the Navy. The cap bore the Army's crest, for example, and the medals that did have some scenery engraved on them depicted something on land, rather than at sea.
The two of them proceeded to the obvious group - towards the officers.
The rest of the Ashinaran delegation dispersed across the hall, some heading for the food and drink, while te Krivohel though he would entertain the idea of meeting the group of Inselni. If they were here representing Elenria - which, while the obvious thought, might not necessarily be accurate, if he remembered the tales of Inselni Wanderers correctly - but if they were - he could get the foot in the door to open up some trade with the nation that's Ashinara's closest neighbor, while possibly not having to deal with their Kumo overlords.
Te Vishneversky, meanwhile, was interested in at least listening to the Gaelian Taoiseach talk, if not conversing with him personally - after all, Gaelia was buying a large portion of the rubber that was produced by plantations that he owned.
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