Llanydern opens its doors to foreign commerce (trade conference)

[Mercantilist States]

"So Antonio Largiou is going to be at this conference?" Henry Adams asked Alexander Wallis as their plane was en route to the Llanydern capital.

"That's what I've heard."

Henry Adams, President of the Mercantilist Brewing Co., Secretary of Commerce Alexander Wallis, and Ambassador William Jackson, were cutting up in the back of the plane enjoying the first test cigars of the Mercantilist Brewing Co.'s newest tobacco line Loyalist Standard, and sharing a glass of Old Mercantilism whiskey. Adams had brought boxes of Mercantilism Standard cigars as well as a case of Old Mercantilism bottles to hand out to the delegates.

"Good, good, good. I'm really interested in Nerdic's business model. I like where they're going with it," Adams said. "Anyway, what do ya'll think of this new tobacco."

"Tastes the same," Jackson said.

Adams, clearly displeased asked Wallis.

"What do you think Alexander?"

Wallis took a long puff.

"Yeah, about the same."

"Well damn it, don't go spreading that around."

They had left Decartes earlier that day after meeting with President Washington and were scheduled to land in a few hours.

"Hey! there's no smoking back here," Gregory Defensor, President of the Easteros Merchant Co. said as he emerged from the front of the plane and lit up a cigar sitting down next to Adams as they all shared a laugh.

"What do you think of these cigars Greg?" Adams asked.

Defensor took a puff.

"Tastes the same."

Jackson and Wallis chuckled. This was the Merchant delegation.

[Union]

OC: I can't seem to figure out the personality of the guard, is he using a southerner's accent? And what's a thranny?

The metal frame of the pickup vibrates violently as it cuts across the rough terrain of the countryside. The cab is fill with the noise of the loud rumbling,follow by spiffs and coughs of the engine. The ambassadors peers out the window at the tranquil scenery of rich green pastures and lush meadows. Strange trees dotted the landscape. All seem quiet and peaceful, a sharp contrast to the shaking of the pickup truck.

The ambassador has chosen to ride alone with the guard, leaving his attendants back in the border patrol post. They had no role in the diplomatic trade conference that he was to attend, plus most of them were reluctant to ride on the mechanical beast. They did not know what they were missing, he thought.

To the ambassador, the truck had been nothing less but exhilarating. He was amazed with everything about the wonderful machine, the sound of the engine, the leather seat, the horn and radio, and the sheer speed and power that seem to make this frame of metal come alive. The truck matched an horse in speed, but its stride was much more graceful. It was alot for a man of Gen's background to take in, it was one of those experience a person remembers for the rest of his life.

The weather was supposedly hot and humid, but the breeze that rushed from the open windows kept the interior of the vehicle comfortably cool. It was the closest thing to an AC that the old truck could afford. The young ambassador turns to the old guard.

"Where is this "thranny" your taking me?" he asked.

[Khem]

(OOC: sorry about the delay)
The Uichi Ryan looked at the soldier with a chillingly neutral stare. he responded with a voice that was like gravel, "i'll wait for a license. i don't go anywhere unarmed, and its always good to have another ready warrior around. right kid?" he then lit a black cigarette that came out of a pack with a jolly roger displayed across the front.

[NFIC]

Livia Drusilla Arrived at the building, and walked in. She knew where she was going, she had recieved a tour when she first arrived, she spoke into an attachment in her ear (blue-tooth)."This is Agent Livia Drusilla of Llanydern, please connect me to the department of foreign relations. Thanks."

Her folders shuffled around in her hands, her laptop case at her waist "Hello, this is Agent Livia Drusilla, may i talk to VP of Foreign Affairs. Thank you."

She keeps walking looking about to make sure she doesn't walk into anyone "Hello Mam, I am here to inquire if anyone else will be coming to this conference or will I be playing Double roles of insure the happiness of our partner and representing Nerdic."

she gets near her end goal

"Yes, thank you mam"

She touches her ear piece and ends the conversations, and arrives at the conference room.

ooc:hmmm should i have the ceo come or someone else.... choices choices

[Union]

OC: Haha, nice one merchant. Well like I said, the land wasn't made for growing tobacco.

[LLANYDERN]

OOC: CL he's not southern he's speaking with a kind of collection of accents molded together (he's been on border watch a long time so as the borders have expanded he's picked up bits of the new accents) think a mixture of Geordie, Scottish and Welsh borders.  Thranner is a place, its the nearest permanent settlement and also the location of the local command post (where you are at now is a way station for patrols along the border (think like a small post for about 20 men with supplies for any who need it)).

"Thranner" corrected his companion "its the nearest thing to civilization we've got out here, it's got admin and supply and more importantly a squawk box that can reach wheres it's useful" gesturing to the radio.  "They'll be able to sort you out, well good like.  Beautiful country ain it plan to gets me some land with me pay off when I retires, during the war I was in the mountains and saw enough to make me never wanna leave the flat again." In the distance a small but ugly town nestled in the shadow of the mountains....

[LLANYDERN]

OOC: no worries its fine I know sometimes I'm not on here that often (what with work) sometimes it can't be helped.

The officer's smile disappeared and in overly pronounced tones he replied "you'll notice sir that I am a decorated veteran of the civil war, I fought for 15 years, I was at the storming of Verdat and the cleansing of the pain houses.  Now I'm an easy going sort but my advice for you is do not talk to our commander like this for she is not.  If you'll excuse me I have matters to attend to, when your license arrives my men will escort you to the nearest train station and then from there to the council chambers.  Good day to you sir!" and with that he turned about and angrily stomped off.

OOC:I'm not planning on having anything else happening so if you want to skip to the capital to meet the chairman that would be good, if you want to do the journey then the ground your going over is flat and boring to begin with before going into the forested hills, the trains are old fashioned but new and are steam powered, the mountains are forested but the higher portions are quite bleak, you'll see ruined medieval fortifications dotted about and also major mining operations going on, the capital is small (think about 20-30k people) and on the shore of a large freshwater lake (long but not wide its in a valley), its quite pretty with a mixture of various styles, on the hill is a group of buildings with a small (but highly noticeable) bell tower (the bell is not enclosed its basically just somewhere for the bell to be its rung from the ground, every so often the bell is rung and it echoes across the town.

[LLANYDERN]

  Ferika Wix had never flown in the 25 years of her life. It was a nonsense, everybody knew those vehicles were safe, and there were those statistics about the probability to crash a plane being significantly lower than the chances to have a car accident, but she was scared of flying and nothing was going to change that.

  She had tried to change the mind of Wise Matju and arrange a voyage on a ship, but the member of the Committee of the Wise was a hard-nosed man and insisted that she would travel by plane to the trade conference. The young ambassador, whose job was only two days old, could do nothing but obey.

  So there she was, the only passenger in the Golden Dragon diplomatic plane, crossing the clouds in a sky that matched both her dress and her eyes. In front of her, an open laptop showing a wordprocessor on the screen, with a few ideas she had written down during the flight. If she had only had the time to prepare something for the conference... But she had been sent there with the aim of listening, rather than speaking, as she had been told when she was hired; perhaps her second pair of ears, a birthday present by her father, had helped her job application to be accepted.

  Once more, she looked through the window. Behind the pale reflex of gold-framed white face, she could see and endless white carpet of clouds, as a field of cotton. She checked her watch; they should be already there.

  She was about to go to the cabin and ask the pilot when the plane suddenly stopped in the air and vertically descended. The ambassador abruptly removed her eyes from the window and covered her face with her long fingered hands, in an exaggerated attempt to prevent her eyes to glimpse anything. The descent lasted a few minutes, but it was like an eternity for her. Finally, she felt the relieving stillness of the plane, engines off.

  Happy to be on the ground again, Ferika closed her laptop, checked her crown-shaped hairstyle on a nearby mirror and left the plane. The landing track was almost empty, there was only another plane appart from hers, and a policeman arguing with a marine with an XM8 rifle. One hundred meters farther or so, there was a building, presumably where the trade conference was going to be hold, so she calmly walked there and asked the first uniformed man she found by the doors.

  "Excuse me, sir", she said in a soft voice, "I am an attendant to the trade conference. Could you tell me how to get to the room where it is to be hold?"

you have made a mistake here, the conference is in my capital which is many miles away from the air field.  Secondly I asked people to PM me if they wanted to be involved so that I could introduce them.  Some haven't but they've done it in such a way as to not cause problems (see mercantilist states and nerdic), so if you leave it open its fine but pm is still prefered, please edit it.

[Empire of Kalvskar]

Please, forgive me for my misbehaviour, I should have PMed you before. I have cut my post in the point when she landed.

[Union]

"Well here we are Ambassador", said the old guard as they stop near a large concrete compound in the middle of town. Several machine guns bristle from the walls and windows. It had the smell of oily food,...then again so did the rest of the town. From the gate, three guards walked up to the pickup. Two were carrying FAL rifles, but one was carrying a bulky looking sub-machine gun.

"What's your business here?" the one with the sub-machine gun asks. His face was much more batter and mature looking than the other two, a sign of senior-ship was evident. "I have an emmisar-ee from the Domin-ion of...what was it again...o ya...Chinees Loyar-list," the old guard replies. "The fellow's late for some bat-shit conference back in Aberystwyth."         

The gate guard's impression was blank. He simply reply,"I need to see your papers, Mr. Ambassador."

The ambassador reaches into his satchel and pulls out a stack of typed paper held together with a clip. He hands the stack to the gate guard. He watch patiently as the man flicker through the pages with his course fingers. He looks up at Gen, than back at the papers. Finally, he hands the stack back to Gen.

"Everything seems legitimate, please come with us Mr.Wai." The gate guard opens the passenger door for the ambassador. Gen slides out to touch his feet with ground, it felt stiff from the hours of sitting in the truck.

Before being escorted away, the ambassadors turns back toward the old guard. He gives him one last smile at the man. "I never got your name", Gen said. The old guard looks at him for a few seconds before grinning. "T-he name's Billy,...Billy Irkin", he answers.

In the horizon, the ember sun begins to set...

[Khem]

after a rather dull journey the uichi ryan arrived at his destination. at least they allowed me to smoke on the train. pulling out a mercantalist cigar and lit it, he then hailed a cab and headed off to the conference.....

...arriving at the conference he walked into the room with a powerful air. he looked about and said, "greetings, my name is Richard Black. when will the others be arriving?" and then took a seat laying a briefcase on the table in front of him.

[LLANYDERN]

OOC: Thanks Kalvskar, sorry if I was a bit harsh I'd had a crappy week up till today (thank NSD for Easter eh).

[Union]

OC: I'll leave the movement of my ambassador to you, until he gets to the conference. Then I'll take over again.

[Empire of Kalvskar]

After such a terrible flight, the train travel was a pleasant trip and the landscape had old castles, like in the tales Ferika had been told in her childhood, so she kept all the time looking through the window.

So she finally left the train. The capital was nicely small, and she felt tempted to go to the council building on foot, but se finally got a taxi which lifted her to the building after several suspicious curves. She paid the driver and walked to the entrance.

"Excuse me", she said to the first person she met inside, "Could you tell me how to get to the council room? I am going to the trade conference, chaired by...", she rolled her eyes for a few seconds, trying to remember, "Evoleerf Xab Erretnorb".

[LLANYDERN]

OOC: I'm sorry I've been so long without updating but I've come home from the institute and somethings been screwing with the Internet (either not letting me on or letting me on but not for more then 5 mins) could be Darleks knowing Cardiff.

The delegates from the various nations slowly arrived the delegates from Nerdic and Kalvskar arriving together and talking energetically about root vegetables, the four members from the Mercantilist States began "networking" as they insisted on calling it while Richard Black sat and morosely smoked through his pack of cigars.   They then waited wandering around talking among themselves until unnoticed by most a small Asian man with a slightly travel worn appearance arrived, after he had entered a door to the left of the central lectern opened and an old man supported by a young woman wearing a uniform very similar to the police troops who had been unobtrusively there since they had entered Llanydern.  He is small and bald with wire rimmed spectacles and is wearing the rather plain robes of the civil service, she is taller (though still quite small) with an eye patch and her uniform has a red arm band which is stained and freyed, she has several medals.  Upon gaining the lectern the man begins "Welcome favored guests I am Evoleerf Xab Erretnorb and I won't go into why we are here as I do not want to insult your intelligence, shall we begin?"