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The Aurelia Council, the governing body of the Aurelian League, is hereby summoned to convene in the Rihannsu capital of Dartha on September 9th, 2019. The agenda of the session will consist of the following items:

  1. Remarks by newly-appointed Praetor of the Rihan Republic, Morror Kassus.
  2. Action/Vote on Chief Executive.
  3. Action/Vote on Selayari entry into the League as a full member.
  4. Action/Vote on Oyusard entry into the League as an observer.
  5. Action/Vote on Permanent Location of League Administration.
  6. Ajournment.

 

 

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Kaishū Gaimushō

Kipanese Foreign Ministry

To the Presiding Officer of the Council,

As a member of the Aurelian League, the State of Kipan, represented by President Yamazaki himself, will be in attendance for the upcoming session of the Council of Aurelia. We have observed the events that have unfolded in the Rihan Republic and we would be remiss if we did not state our concerns -- after all, we are all neighbors in brotherhood and honesty is important. The President is looking forward to a productive and robust conversation.

Sincerely,

Masaki Kaneda

Foreign Minister

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Hel na Bærhiedæsnen

From the Foreign Ministry

As a founding member of the Aurelian League, the Rihan Republic shall be present for the upcoming Aurelia Council session that is slated to occur on September (Lior) 9, 2019. The newly-appointed Praetor, Morror Kassus, will give remarks concerning recent events and his grand vision for both the Republic, and the League, moving forward. There has been a change in leadership at the Ministry. Tevus Pranana is no longer the Foreign Minister and has returned to the benches of the Senate. In his place, Praetor Kassus has tapped Senator Katara Pelek as the new Foreign Minister. She will be representing the Republic at the Council session.

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