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  1. Seylos

    The Storm

    "Come on now" Aidan said harshly, pulling Walkton with him, Collins sheepishly in tow. Up ahead, Parker was advancing slowly down the hallway towards a set of side stairs they had passed on their way up. Both Aidan and Parker has taken the now dead assailants weapon, which had been surprisingly well armed. Aidan rushed a little to get closer to Parker who took a quick glance behind him. "Your Majesty please-" "Don't 'Your Majesty please' me Parker, we're in this together right now. You aren't taking on all these people by yourself. Drop the your majesties for the moment." "Sir... I need to get you out of here safe. I can't do that if your busy shooting people right beside me." Parker replied, worry on his face. "Well if we shoot people together maybe we can both get out of this. Let's save this discussion for later and get to those stairs." Parker nodded and sighed in frustration. He turned his full attention back towards the end of the hallway continuing his advance while Aidan and the ambassadors tailed behind. The spent some time weaving around the long halls, hearing the sounds of gunfire in the large palace complex. Eventually the found something worth investigating. In front of them was a small door, indicating a stairwell. Parker went through first followed by the others, but instead of being greeted by the stairwell an elevator door was in front of them. It was an older style elevator, and guessing by the table full of old snacks and drink cans there were guards posted there at some point. Parker looked back towards Aidan, "Sir?" "I suppose it's time to take a ride in a lift, come on get in." Parker opened the doors to the elevator, which was strangely still in operation. Aidan quickly shepherded the ambassadors into the elevator with them. "Were are we going?" Collins spoke up. Aidan glanced at him while pressing one of the only two buttons on the elevator, "f*ck if I know, but it's out of the line of fire." When the doors closed behind them Parker turned to Aidan, "Sir, shouldn't we be making our way out? Or at the very least trying to get to the Duke?" A pang of anxiety ran through Aidan. He knew Dustin was in danger but he had to think clearly and pushed any thoughts out of his head, "He can take care of himself Parker. We went through a coup together, I'm more than confident he can take care of some terrorists." Parker silently nodded as the elevator finally came to a halt. He wrenched the doors opened and slowly moved out into the deserted hallway in front of them. It was dark, but still lit slightly with what appeared to be emergency lights. The musty smell of what was in front of him confirmed how old this place was. Water stains ran down the decaying concrete walls while rusted piped ran along the ceiling. "You and the ambassadors follow me closely sir," Parker said holding his rifle in front of him advancing slowly down the hallway. The flickering lights lent another layer of dispair as the group slowly made its way through the underground. Walkton turned to Collins shaking his head, his eyes wide in fear. "What are we even doing down here?" Collins shrugged, while Aidan stared him down, "I was hoping we wouldn't die down here, or do you have a better idea ambassador?" Walkton recoiled slightly when the whole part froze. Somewhere in the distance there was some sort of noise. Too random to be machinery, maybe even the sound of footsteps. Parker signaled toward a close door, a heavy metal contraption. Both Aidan and Park cranked the door open while pushing slightly opening the door allowing the whole party to slip in. Aidan and Parker quickly pushed the door closed while resealing it. What they walked into though was bizarre. Around them were some old CRT televisions and some newer flatscreen monitors. To one side a small bank of computer sat in idle and on the other side of the room resided a large series of shelves loaded with VHS tapes. The walls were covered with papers and pictures. Writing scribbled over all of them. "What is all this?" Collins whispered. Aidan approached the wall with the tapes, slowly moving his hands over the various cases until he settled on a tape labeled only a month ago. He pulled itout and opened the case, producing the tape within. "Sir, I seriously recommend we don't watch anything right now, somebody could hear us," Parker said, glancing at the door behind them all. "I'll keep it quiet Parker, but this was my grandfather's. I just need to see. This has to have been something he was using." Aidan said glancing back Parker. Parker furrowed his brows in concern but nodded, letting his king explore his curiosity. Aidan took the tape and walked over to one of the CRT televisions turning it on, he made sure to turn the volume low before he inserted the tape into the integrated tape player. As soon as the tape wound up he say the image of his grandfather, Mághnus Mac Aodhagáin on the monitor. "It's been years but I finally feel I am close. I can save my daughter and stop those disgusting Seylosians. I've spent years playing their games and placating their pathetic royal family. She needs to be back with me, her father. Henry showed some promise, but Aidan... He's pathetic. Doesn't he see the enemies around him? Doesn't he see what they could do to Eleanora? It doesn't matter I've arranged for to be taken back to me in the next few months and I can finally deal with the Seylosians. She doesn't need to be near him. I know she filled his mind with all these... ideals. But she'll listen to her father I know she will. We've spent so long developing these weapons and they are finally almost ready. I can kill them all you know? Every single god forsaken Seylosian. I can only hope I hit the palace directly. Kill him. HIM. He's keeping me from her and Henry couldn't stop him... the idiot. Just need to... deploy the weapons, make him watch them all suffer. Watch them all die. I'll -" Aidan hit the eject button on the tape stopping the video. He spent a second just staring at the blank screen. "Christ, I knew it. Mághnus was insane he could have killed everyone in Pleinmont and Sark!" Collins blurted but was quickly shut up with a glancing scowl from Parker. Paker slowly walked towards Aidan and put a hand on his shoulder, "Sir... Aidan are you ok?" Aidan didn't move, still just staring at the blank screen. He couldn't muster any words and just muttered, "My god."
  2. Hey man welcome! Join our Discord and hit me up if you need any help with anything!
  3. Aidan was hurriedly walking back from the press room after his announcement, he didn't have any time to stick around and answer many questions. Instead he was much more focused on making sure everything was running as smoothly as physically possible. He'd been in the navy, and he'd had to deal with all sort of smaller crisis mainly involving himself, but a full fledged war was something he had yet to experience. The Seylosian military rarely had to worry about directly engaging any sort of enemy, and for the most part it had relied on it's diplomatic abilities to garner enough friends to push away any conflict. But this time was different, the only way to stop Seylos's biggest threat for the past several decades was to finally strike and take it down. He arrived at the crisis operations room, a space decked from almost floor to ceiling in screens and computers. From here much of the Seylosian military leadership had gathered to monitor the war effort and bring as much order to the chaos as they could. A soldier who was close to the entrance stiffly saluted and shouted about the noise in the room, "His Majesty the King!" Everyone stopped and turned quickly to face Aidan, saluting the king. Aidan nodded and waved his hand to signal them to be at ease. "Bring me up to speed everyone." The noise in the room returned to normal as everyone ran back to their jobs, however Aidan was quickly approached by several officers all of them holding some stack of papers or tablets. He make a quick gesture and pointed towards the smaller meeting room off to the side of the ops center. Each of them followed him in taking a place around the large conference table. Following Aidan in was Parker, still keeping tabs. Aidan took a look around then turned to face Parker, "You know you don't have to follow me everywhere here." Parker simply raised an eyebrow, "Do you remember the last conference room you were in Your Majesty." "Fair enough," Aidan replied rolling his eyes. He walked around to the head of the conference table and sat down, "Alright. Generals, Admirals, bring me up to speed. Also where is Admiral Forrest?" Another admiral spoke up, "Admiral Forrest has made the decision to board the HMS Defiant Your Majesty. She sent me here, I'm Rear Admiral Leigh Todd." Aidan nodded, "Alright Admiral, hit me with it." "Right now our fleet has been split between security operations north of Seylos and safeguarding the passage of troops and supply transports from the allied nations. The Defiant and her fleet have taken position around one hundred kilometers north of Dunblane near the opening of the Dolch. Our patrols in the sea have been recalled to the mainland for deployment. The Merchant Marine have levied enough container transport ships for at least most of our future logistics needs when the main continental landing begins." Another office, General Kieran Nathaniel, raised the papers in his hand slightly, "Your Majesty, the Kirkwall base is coming along as fast as we can. Unfortunately allied troops are arriving slightly faster than we can setup accommodations for them. The base is far away enough from the actual city of Kirkwall, but I do want to make sure that we can get them taken care of. The current supply depot there should be sufficient for those soldiers for now, but we are definitely going to need some help getting this base up and running from one of the other nations." Aidan let out a sigh, "Go ahead and reach out to the other liaison officers here, let's make sure and get this logistics situation sorted out as quickly as possible. I've also heard from the site that our naval infrastructure is a bit lacking at the moment. See if we can get more temporary docking infrastructure ready before we move on to any more permanent structures." He shuffled the stack of papers in front of him impatiently. He had already begun to have the feeling of being overwhelmed, but he knew he had to take a front seat to this. He obviously wasn't qualified to do everything but just making his presence known felt right, "Well, next we have the request that needs to be sent to the Gallambrians, Dolch tactical plans, finding a home for the Fulgistani planes........"
  4. I'm all for a sort of G10 summit. That sounds like a really cool way for us to flesh out the economic interactions between all our nations. All the things that we all are assuming are going on in the background.
  5. Brennan sulked up to the door of his flat, tired after his long day at work. It had been a miserable day but at least he knew he could sit with his family and relax. He opened the door and instead of seeing his wife and children milling about this house as usual he all of them glued to the television. His wife a, look of concern on her face quickly waved her husband over gesturing towards the screen. "Sit quickly, the King, he's says he's got a big announcement. I dunno what it could be right now." Just as Brennan sat on his couch the SBC banner flared onto the television declaring breaking news cutting straight to King Aidan, standing solemnly at a podium in front of the Royal Palace. "Today is a day that none of us should celebrate, but instead understand as a nation as our duty. For decades, the nation of Derthalen has not only threatened our borders but has threatened the freedom, lives, and security of the countless millions of people who pass through the Dolch Sea every year. Weeks ago, a cruise liner carrying almost a thousand souls was setting sail for Seylos, full of people who expected nothing more than a good holiday. Instead, in the midst of a piracy crisis, Derthalen seized the ship and the people it carried in the name of slavery. On board were not only hundred of people from the Duchy of Limonaia, but almost a hundred souls from Seylos. That such horrors could be inflicted on others, and especially our own citizens is beyond reproach. Through these past weeks, the Royal Government has been in contact with out counterparts in Limonaia and have reached out to our steadfast allies in Fulgistan to begin an action to end such a despotic threat to our way of life. During this time the people of Sayf, also invested in the safety and security of the Dolch Sea have reached out to defend those who would make such a journey. Enough is enough. I have convened with my own personal counsel, and have sought the support of the House of Governors in this decision. With overwhelming support, this Government has decided without hesitation to declare formal war against Derthalen, and those that would support her in her crimes. As of now forces from our allied nations have already begun arriving on our island, and the Royal Navy has begun to conduct a series of security operations around Seylos to ensure that our great nation will be safe from harm. The time for diplomacy has come to an end, and it is with this that we will test our force of arms against those who wish so many harm. I have no doubt that our military with the help and frienship of other such like minded states will bring victory against our enemies. Against the world's enemies. Godspeed to us all." Brennan sat back in his couch staring at the screen, mouth slightly ajar in disbelief but he could help but utter, "Well f*ck."
  6. For the past few weeks, a large collection of unremarkable fields to the west of Kirkwall had been the subject of an enormous amount activity. Of course it wasn't until recently that the real construction and movement of material had begun. The Seylosian military had began hastily setting up large amounts of tents, fashioning supply depots as well as clearing and flattening areas for air strips. The local population of Kirkwall had been excited about this development, though many wondered why there was such a sudden rush of construction when they had barely heard of such of move in the past. For awhile the Royal military had been in negotiations to purchase those tracks of lands outside the city, but suddenly to the seller's glee, they were willing to pay the price already on the table. As for the rest of Kiirkwall, they only saw it as a good thing. Some small military base near the city only meant some good business, and most of the time Seylosian soldiers never caused any issues, at least not more than any normal person. What the people of Kirkwall didn't know was this base was going to become center stage in a conflict long brewing. Brigadier Adrian Hudson had just arrived, dropped off by helicopter that had come from Dunblane on the mainland. He had spent twenty years in the Royal Army Logistics Corp and he knew this was his biggest challenge yet. The orders were somewhat vague, but he did know one thing: tens of thousands of new people would be coming to the island along with all their supplies and equipment and it was up to him to make sens of this chaos. Behind him, the colonel waved at the helicopter, with it taking flight again to grab more people and supplies from Dunblane. He was greeted by a middle aged soldier who saluted immediately upon getting close to the Brigadier, "Warrant Officer Fitzroy sir, the base is ready for your command." Hudson stiffly saluted back and motioned towards Fitzroy to follow him, "Brief me as we go, we haven't a lot of time to get this place in shape." Fitzroy nodded taking his place next to the Brigadier, keeping up with his fast pace as they wound their way through tents and soldiers hurriedly moving about. "We've outlined the main area of the base sir, with three similar base sites within a few miles of this location. The government has arranged for several civilian contractors in Kirkwall to assist in constructing more permanent buildings, Major Perce has been in charge of civilian relations in regards to construction efforts. The Corps of Engineers has focused most of its efforts in creating suitable landing fields for various aircraft. At the moment at least we can carry a wing or two of Harriers. We've managed to setup a small amount of prefab buildings towards the center of camp which is where most of the logistics command staff are located at the moment. We have several dozen barracks structures under construction right now, though at the moment tents are all we have." Hudson nodded, it was a hell of a project. No doubt expensive as well, but he had been doing this sort of work his entire Army career and he very well intended have this place running smoothly as soon as possible, though he was sure there wouldn't be many happy people. "Also sir there are several officers who want a meeting with you to discuss logistics. Admiral Forrest wants to have someone be a liaison with the Kirkwall city council in order to use their port infrastructure. Lieutenant General Harley also wants a meeting to discuss division supply-" "Yes I understand, just take me to the center of the base Mr. Fitzroy. We can get these details more sorted in some sort of privacy."
  7. Seylos

    Pandemic

    Aislun got out of the car, her joints stiff after the long bus ride. She felt incredibly ill but she had been determined to see her family in Fairfax. Her sister rushed over and grabbed her bag from her, "Aislun why did you come all the way over while you were sick? You could have come at another time, we're always happy to have you." Aislun waved her hand, "Oh no no, it's fine just a cold. It would be nice to get some medicine though." Aislun's sister scowled and rolled her eyes but went into the house, presumably to find something for her sister to feel better. Aislun smiled as her sister's husband came up and took her other bag from her, "Seriously Aislun are you sure you're alright, you don't look good at all." "Seriously I'm fi-" Just as Aislun was about to finish she felt a blinding pain in her stomach and faltered to her knees. It was so intense she cried out for a second, her eyes were watering and the next thing she knew she was vomiting in the grass in front of the house. She fell down on her back, shaking uncontrollably trying to speak. She could barely see through watery eyes as someone rushed up to her calling her name. Another figure came out of the house screeching. "Oh god, Robert call the paramedics. Aislun what's happening!" ~~ Aislun was in a panic as paramedics held her down, she was trying to understand what was happening but everything was so blurry. She felt so hot. Everything kept going in and out of and she couldn't keep her eyes open. Far in the distance she heard the paramedics talking to her, trying to her ask her something but nothing got through. ------------------- Doctor Kaitlyn Robinson was sitting at her desk reviewing patient files when her video chat on her computer began to ring. She was a bit surprised, but she smiled when she saw it was her colleague out in Fairfax. It had been awhile since she had talked to him, when she needed to help on another case. She clicked the answer button and smiled when she saw him appear, but her smile dimmed a little when she saw the hazmat gear and the isolation room he was in. "James, what's going on?" She said, her eyes furrowed in worry. "I'm sorry to drop in on you so out of the blue, but something is going on here that I desperately need help with." James said, his arms crossed but Kaitlyn couldn't see his face well behind the suit. "I'm going to guess it has something to do with your patient there?" James nodded stiffly in his suit. He stepped out of the way revealing the patient. A woman, who looked to be about middle aged drenched in sweat laying on the bed. "She came in about ten hours ago, as far as any of us can tell she was exhibiting symptoms of the common cold. By the time the paramedics arrived she had suddenly developed a forty six degree fever and had a seizure on her way to the hospital. She has multiple rashes across her body and her white blood cell count is dangerously low. According to her sister, up until a few days ago the patient was healthy." "Christ," Kaitlyn said, "This could be caused by a variety of viruses and bacteria, why is this so special?" James shook his head, "The circumstances around this don't make sense. The cold doesn't hit with this severity almost immediately and the icing on the cake is that none of her family members have contracted this disease yet. No symptoms have been observed in her sister or her sister's husband. And our colleagues back in Eire haven't noticed anything from the family either. What's more interesting is her sister is only her half sister. It's possible that she and her family may have some sort of natural immunity as well." Another nurse walked in and spoke just outside of the microphones range, and Kaitlyn could see James hang his head on the screen, "James what's wrong?" "James what's wrong?" "We've got several patients who have come in the past hour experiencing some of the symptoms we've noticed with this patient. None as bad yet, but Kaitlyn this could get out of hand. You still do some work with the National Disease Center correct?" Kaitlyn nodded, leaning back in her chair thinking about what to do. "Get in contact with them immediately. This woman has been to a lot of places and a lot of people could have been exposed. We have to catch this early."
  8. Seylos Condemns @Rihan's Conquests in Enolia For many weeks now the Rihan Republic has been engaged with its neighbor, Enolia, over what was assumed to be a terrorist attack. The SBC has just obtained breaking news that the Enolian capital of Duronom has been captured by the Rihan Republic in what can only be described as a bafflingly amazing military victory. However upon hearing the news, His Majesty's government has an extraordinarily negative reaction. "We are incredibly disappointed that Rihan has continued to engage in such an aggressive war with its neighbor. While we understand that a terrorist attack is behind the motivations for invasion we are not satisfied with how Rihan has conducted itself through these military operations. Instead of diplomacy, Rihan has taken the route of total conquest, to keep the people of Enolia under their rule. We can only imagine how much more suffering will come of this and how many slaves could result from this. Seylos wants Rihan that we are watching." This statement came from the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Geoffrey Tatum who has come out hard in the past against states such as Rihan and Derthalen over their use of slaves. Parliamentary Commission Concerned Over @Llalta The Parliamentary Commission on Voting has expressed concerns over Llata's decision to include 16 year olds in voting rights. The High Commissioner had this to say, "While we respect Llalta's sovereign right to make rules in accordance to its own values, we cannot accept that 16 year olds have to ability to vote in Parliamentary elections. What they do on the local level is up to their own governing council of course, but in regards to 16 year olds voting in Seylosian Parliamentary Elections it simply will not occur. " While Llalta is a sovereign crown dependency, it does get some parliamentary seats which could possibly result in a legal battle to determine the rights of 16 and 17 year olds in Llalta when it comes to voting.
  9. Hey everyone! The RP is now open so here are some things I want to write up for you as we go forward. Create character you want to kill! Or at least get very sick. We want to see the people that have to go through this disease as it spreads through the world. When you get to it, explain what ramifications this has on your country. It would be great if some of your characters were on the airplane from Eire to Selbourne and taking connecting flights to their home nations to help along the infection narrative. This can be very stressful for a nation of course, so you can participate as much as you like. Have the disease be just a footnote in your history, be a massive plague on your people, use it for political machinations, your choice. As of now the the disease in it's lower lethal state has originated from Eire (part of Seylos, basically Ireland) and moved to Selbourne the capital city of Seylos. From there, the people on board the airliner have come in contact with Aislun, patient zero and spreading it from there. Right now the list of people who have offered to participate is as stands: Fulgistan Llalta Orioni Oyus PyeMcGowan Rihan Sancti Imperii Catholico Seylos Shffahkia The first week of this plague will focus on character building and establishing the spread of the disease, the following week will begin all our government's realizations of this crisis and their response. From there, I'll have some more guidance on how we move forward!
  10. Seylos

    Pandemic

    Aislun ran up to the boarding desk at the Loughrea International Airport hoping she hadn't missed her flight. As she rushed up she could see the attendant picking up the microphone to announce the end of boarding but the attendant simply sighed, gave a weak smile and waved her on board. "Oh thank you, thank you!" Aislun yelped as she tried to manage her bagged shuffling past the attendant into the boarding platform. She made her way to the plane doors, which were about be closed and squeezed by apologizing profusely to everyone she saw and she made her way to her seat. Eventually, after much effort, she stopped to take a breath in front of her aisle, slowly packing her belongings in the overhead bins. She noticed some of the other passengers eyeing her annoyed at her late arrival, but lucking the general social awkwardness best associated to anyone Seylosian or Eireann prevented them from saying anything. She sat down with a thud in her seat, sighing in relief that she had barely made it on time, making sure to check her phone last time and text her husband she had made it on board. "So where are you off to?" Aislun said, a giddy smile on her face looking at the passenger seated next to her. He looked surprised anyone was talking to him but gave a slight smile, "I'm off to Norfolk, just decided to take a bit of a solo holiday out here. Yourself?" Aislun shifted in her seat, appearing far too excited for just a simple plane trip, "I'm off to see my sister in Fairfax, nice little town in between the two coasts. Of course, I'm from here, well Loughrea you know." The man gave a slight nod, "That sounds fun I hope you enjoy it." "Oh It will be great, I'm hoping that my sister and I will have time to come back to Selbourne later, you see..." "Passengers, welcome to Air Loughrea and we are excited to welcome you on board. We will soon begin taxing for takeoff, please take note of the safety demonstration to the front of the aircraft." "Oh well, best pay attention shouldn't me?" Aislun said, again seeing the awkward nod from her neighbour. "We all hope you have had a pleasant flight, please remember if you are a foreign citizen you must make sure to enter the embarkation queue located to the right when exiting the aircraft. We hope you all have a wonderful stay in Selbourne, and welcome to Seylos." Aislun jumped up from her seat. In retrospect it may have been a bad idea, considering her leg cramps. But she was ready to get off the flight. She hurriedly got her bags out of the overhead bins. She wheeled them out of the plane, trying her best to keep up with the rest of the passengers. Ever since she had boarded the flight she had felt a bit strange. But getting something like a cold on a trip wasn't the worst thing. She exited the plane and turned left. One of at least some benefits of becoming part of Seylos. She spent some time in a queue but before long she exited it, pitying the foreigners who had to wait to present any of their documentation. Soon she was out in the main concourse and made her way through the throngs of people to the front. She saw a few people holding up signs for the bus to Fairfax. Excited, she ran forward, hoping she could be there soon. (Hello everyone, this topic now officially open to replies from everyone and I will have more instruction in the OOC thread.)
  11. Seylos

    Pandemic

    (OOC discussion here ) Week 1: Outbreak Aislun Manus was struggling to keep everything in her hands sorted as she rushed through the halls of her law firm. The past several days had been hectic, especially since the attack on the ducal palace not that long ago, and while in general terrorism in the country had fallen to a new low there always came more. In her hands were the papers for a new case her firm had been working for a fairly wealthy family in the city who had the unfortunate luck of having their oldest son get caught up in the worst the terrorists could offer. She threw the doors of the conference room wide open while rushing in. A stern older looking man gazed behind him checking his watch and then looking at Aislun, "Ah Mrs. Manus, just in time I see. Please, bring me the case files." Seated in front of him was a younger man, who looked quite tired and worn. His eyes locked with hers briefly before she averted her gaze, setting down the pile of papers in front of the older man, "Here Mr. Flanagan, and I also included some of the new bail paperwork that came from the court this morning." Flanagan nodded without looking up at her as he began to flip through the papers that had been presented to him. From across the table came a harsher voice, "Miss do you have a moment" She looked up to see the young man talking to her, he produced a small business card holding it up to her, "This is just some updated contact information... if you'll be needing it." Aislun hesitated for a second then lightly plucked the card from the man's hand, moving to put it in with the other papers when Flanagan waved his hand, "I won't be needing that right now Mrs. Manus, file it for yourself later. That will be all." She nodded and turned to walk out, opening the door and stealing a glance behind her still seeing the young man smiling at her as she left. When Aislun got home all she could do was toss her bags on the couch and collapse on it, staring at the ceiling. "Long day?" She groaned and turned her head towards her husband Theodore who had sat down opposite to her in a chair. It took her a second to realize her house was quite empty. "You could say that. Where are the kids?" she said sitting up a little bit in the couch before deciding against and allowing herself to relax again. Theodore chuckled, "They're all out, I figure you needed some time to relax. Travis is at a friends house and Finley and Lexi are with some friends at a birthday party." Aislun couldn't help but give a sigh a relief, "I think I need a vacation. Do you have any time coming up? "Unfortunately no... Turns out taking care of kids sucks up all that paid time off" "Great," Aislun groaned, "That'll only take months to build up." Theodore shrugged, "Why not just go yourself? Your sister in Fairfax was asking to catch up with us, she'd be happy to see you again." "All the way in Seylos? I don't know that's a long trip. Plus with all these troubles around here recently I can't just go. I'd be worried sick about you and the kids." "Don't worry, they seemed to have the decency to phone ahead before they blow anything up," Theodore said, which was met by the steely gaze of his wife who clearly was not happy with the joke. He coughed a little and straightened up, "Look nothing is going to change here whether or not you decide to go on that trip but you need this, and you've got the time. Just go." "Yeah, I suppose..." Aislun mumbled, groaning as she stood up taking off her heavy formal wear for work. "I'm going to take a shower, I'll think about it alright? Hey, and can you open some of the windows up? It's getting hot in here."
  12. Top Secret Secretary Ismail Tian-Han, Seylosian intelligence forces have been working around the clock to establish motives for these recent rash of incidents. However the seizure of a Limonaian ocean liner so close to our waters gives us the distinct impression of hostile intent towards not only the Kingdom of Seylos, but any power that would seek movement in this area of the world. Seylos much ensure the continued safety and security of people and goods around our seas, which of course extends far beyond Seylosian craft. Our country is grateful of this proactive offer of help, especially given our past of mutual cooperation in the face of difficult circumstances. If the nation of Derthalen is not stopped now, whether by force or diplomacy, they will only grow more bold in their attempts, with even the security of the Seylosian mainland potentially put at risk. By now though, we believe diplomacy is not an option, with any attempt to do so fruitless. It is the opinion of this government that force will be required to end this threat, and with the assistance of invaluable allies such as yourselves we believe victory is attainable. Seylos and Limonaia have come to a private agreement to facilitate the movement of troops and equipment to the Seylosian mainland in preparation for such an eventuality. In the spirit of this agreement would extent the same offer to Fulgistani and Sayfi military forces. Best of luck to us all, King Aidan Redmond, King of Seylos, Eire, Pleinmont, and Sark
  13. Seylos

    The Storm

    "And you want to tell me it's just out of the kindness of your heart that Pleinmont be subjected to Seylosian rule forever? Haven't you seen what being underneath the boot of Éire has done to us? That grandfather of yours spent years sucking our lands dry!" The man across the table from Aidan shouted. Ambassador Moss Collins was a short man, with an almost uncontrollable temper at times. His arrival at the ducal palace had been almost as dramatic as his current tirade, and he never tired of admonishing the Éireanns or the Seylosians. Aidan took a second to collect himself after this latest shouted speech from Collins, "Ambassador, I can assure you we have no intentions of repeating the sins of the former Duke. We are all well aware of how the people of Pleinmont were affected by his actions. I only wish to-" "What? Annex us?" Collins interrupted. "No Mr. Collins I don't plan on rolling tanks through the capital and stealing territory. What I want, and what I think all of us here want is a voluntary union. A real shot at a united kingdom that can benefit us all." Collins rolled his his eyes, "Your family history does not instill me confidence King Aidan. Your family has an unfortunate habit of going slightly insane." It took an enormous amount of self control for Aidan to not jump across the table and slam his fist into the ambassador's face. He didn't need to be constantly reminded of his family's tumultuous history. "Now-" "I think-" Again Aidan was interrupted, but this time by Hugo Walton, the ambassador from Sark. "-that Ambassador Collins is simply trying to convey our collective trepidations about entering into a union in such an unknown environment. We've been dealing with the unequal relationship between Éire, Pleinmont, and Sark for decades now. Mostly, might I add while Seylos stood by and watched. Why is it now that Seylos has become so interested in us? We need to know that we are much more than just some land to be signed over by a deceased grandfather." "Indeed, Seylos has usually been kept afar from Éireann politics. While a union is certainly legally possible, many people in Éire are dubious of the intentions of a grandchild of the Duke, even if he is a Redmond in name," First Minister Ráichéal spoke up. Her voice was calm and collected. He gaze locked with Aidan's making him feel a sense of unease for the second time after arriving here. The wind outside began to howl louder than before, and the rain began to shake the windows as it continued its assault on the ducal palace's walls. Suddenly the lights shut off again, plunging the room into darkness. Standing behind Aidan, Major Parker quickly pulled out his flashlight, bathing the room in a harsh white glow. Aidan could see him mumbling under his breath but couldn't hear with the storm raging outside. Ráichéal stood up, still acting much calmer than anyone else in the room. "Excuse me a second, I'm sure the generators simply need to be refueled." Aidan raised his eyebrow, "I don't recall Éire having a fuel shortage." "I'm sure it will all be sorted," She replied with a thin smile which quickly fell back into a cold expressionless face. She motioned to her bodyguard who walked out with her into the hallway, closing the door behind them. They watched as their flashlight illuminated silhouettes walked along the wall of frosted glass that adorned the hallway side of the room. Eventually the disappeared leaving the group. Aidan stood up and turned to Parker who stood nervously, his hand sitting close to his waist where is weapon was concealed. "What are you thinking?" Parker grumbled somewhat before replying, "I'm thinking a palace would have plenty of petrol for its generators." "Well there is a sudden hurricane going on outside, I suppose... what?" Aidan looked intently at Parker, who had seemed to not be paying attention. Parker stood there still, before clicking off his own flashlight leaving the other guards in the room to exchange a quizzical look. His narrowed eyes suddenly widening, "Down!" Suddenly the glass wall exploded in automatic fire raking the room with bullets as Parker dove into Aidan slamming him onto the floor behind the room's conference table. Almost immediately two of the other bodyguards in the room collapsed to the ground having taken several bullets. Aidan could hear the others in the room yelling and watched as Collins clumsily threw himself over the side and curled into a ball beside him. Overcoming his initial shock Aidan turned toward Parker waving his hand toward himself and yelling, "Gun!" Parker stopped firing back at the dark assailants and tossed his pistol over to Aidan, who in turn aimed over the cover of the table firing back at the bright muzzle flashes. Parker grabbed the suitcase he had brought with him and wrenched it open, revealing another pistol with more ammunition clips. "I thought those were my negotiation papers?!" Aidan yelled over the gunfire. Parker slammed a clip into the pistol from the suitcase while motioning with his hands pointing out targets he had seen behind the cover of the table. "I didn't think we'd be doing much negotiating!" The automatic fire stopped for a brief second and Parker nodded to Aidan who nodded back. Both men rose over the cover of the table and started firing at where the enemy had been shooting at them from just moments before unloading their clips before retreating behind the cover of the table again. They both reloaded, then waited being greeted on by silence. Parker took a second to steal a glimpse above the top of the table which was covered in bullet holes. He looked at Aidan making another motion with his hands while whispering, "Cover" Aidan nodded waiting for the crouched form of Parker to round the table before emerging himself pointing his pistol towards where their assailants had been. Parker's flashlight lit up the scene revealing three men all dead in the midst of the shattered glass they had been firing through. Aidan stood up and looked down and Collins who had uncurled himself and was shakily trying to sit up. He heard a groan from the other side of the room and ran over, taking not that Parker was still in the hallway. Underneath the body of one of his guards Ambassador Walton was shaking in fear with a look of pain on his face. Aidan pulled the dead guard off of him and grabbed one of the fallen flashlights on the floor, "Are you alright?" Walton nodded slowly sitting up, "I don't think it's that bad. Is it?" Aidan shone the flashlight on his arm revealing what appeared to be small flesh wound. "You'll be alright. Come on now." Aidan started helping him up, seeing the look of terror on Walton's face as he saw the guard that had died saving him. In the distance Aidan could hear more than the sounds of the hurricane, distant gunfire from all around. "Area's clear Your Majesty," Parker called from the hall, "We need to get moving."
  14. Hey Aluxia I can still make you a map if you want. They would look something like this (Which I made for Fulgistan's war):
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