I would suggest so.
It's ok we all have busy lives so delays are normal.
As for length, just make sure you post enough to move things forward. Generally posts are long in the beginning because the stage needs to be set so to speak.
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I guess you could say we are fudging the dates a little so we can get to the meat and potatoes for the start of the meeting.
I elected to send mine already because it takes about two weeks to travel there since it is the middle of winter in the Southern Hemisphere. So if you want some preparation I will just wait until everyone has caught up to my timeline.
The silent rumble of the train droned on in the silence, a solemn reminder of what they were embarking on. From his vantage point on the second floor of the car Ishay could see the “great divider”, a mammoth of machinery shaped like a giant blade, traveling in front of their train to clear the tracks for their travel. The trip was painfully slow, less than ten miles an hour, but not uncomfortable.
Ishay gazed at the frozen landscape, cast in the near eternal darkness of the Procellian winter. In the distance he could see the lights of a small village, like the many that dotted the empire. It was technically noon but with only 30 minutes of sun a day it was hard to keep track. The Dras simply sat in silence, watching their path be cut before them, a fitting metaphor for the path they had been placed on by the messenger from the islands.
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“Your majesty, we have begun our decent into New Beginning.” Leth said, sitting in the chair across from Ishay.
The room where they sat was richly decorated; dark paneling with intricate patterns adorned the walls, the fire crackled in a marble hearth heating the room. Around the fireplace sat Ishay and the council, sitting on green couches covered in gold plating discussing what they were about to do.
They had changed into cooler clothes as they approached the island chain their messenger had guided them to. The council was garbed in loose bright red robes, held in place by a large gold pin emblazed with the royal crest; their white hair was pulled back and hidden in a golden net.
Ishay however was garbed much differently. Around his waist he wore a dark purple dul (a single piece of fabric that is fastened at the waist with a pin. It is long in the back and short in the front; it shows a lot of skin and is barely modest. It is meant for very warm days) with silver trim. On his head he wore a silver head band, with a pendant made from silver and amethyst hanging in front of his forehead. His shoes were simple silver colored fabric. His bare hairless body was well defined, but slender at the same time.
“Leth” Ishay replied, his every movement causing the pendant to sway “Am I doing the right thing for my children?”
“Your heart is guided by love my liege, and love can never be wrong.” He simply replied
Before anything more could be said they could feel the dirigible stop, they had reached their port.
Silently they all rose, and Ishay led the procession out the door and onto the air dock. He stood silently as the trunks they had brought along were unloaded. Ishay simply stood and waited for their escort to arrive, sad that he could not see the city very well in the smog that trademarked a modern city.
Ishay gazed at the frozen landscape, cast in the near eternal darkness of the Procellian winter. In the distance he could see the lights of a small village, like the many that dotted the empire. It was technically noon but with only 30 minutes of sun a day it was hard to keep track. The Dras simply sat in silence, watching their path be cut before them, a fitting metaphor for the path they had been placed on by the messenger from the islands.
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“Your majesty, we have begun our decent into New Beginning.” Leth said, sitting in the chair across from Ishay.
The room where they sat was richly decorated; dark paneling with intricate patterns adorned the walls, the fire crackled in a marble hearth heating the room. Around the fireplace sat Ishay and the council, sitting on green couches covered in gold plating discussing what they were about to do.
They had changed into cooler clothes as they approached the island chain their messenger had guided them to. The council was garbed in loose bright red robes, held in place by a large gold pin emblazed with the royal crest; their white hair was pulled back and hidden in a golden net.
Ishay however was garbed much differently. Around his waist he wore a dark purple dul (a single piece of fabric that is fastened at the waist with a pin. It is long in the back and short in the front; it shows a lot of skin and is barely modest. It is meant for very warm days) with silver trim. On his head he wore a silver head band, with a pendant made from silver and amethyst hanging in front of his forehead. His shoes were simple silver colored fabric. His bare hairless body was well defined, but slender at the same time.
“Leth” Ishay replied, his every movement causing the pendant to sway “Am I doing the right thing for my children?”
“Your heart is guided by love my liege, and love can never be wrong.” He simply replied
Before anything more could be said they could feel the dirigible stop, they had reached their port.
Silently they all rose, and Ishay led the procession out the door and onto the air dock. He stood silently as the trunks they had brought along were unloaded. Ishay simply stood and waited for their escort to arrive, sad that he could not see the city very well in the smog that trademarked a modern city.
Ishay lay reclined in the window seat, his silver hair glinting in the short-lived winter sunlight. This was his favorite spot in the world, this corner of the library looking over the courtyard of Pulphi castle. Outside servants were fighting a diligent battle against the eternal snowfall of their home, and Ishay could only wish them luck from his high seat.
A knock on the bookcase near him pulled him out of his trance. Ishay looked over to see a terrified looking boy, of about 12 years, shaking as he waited for Ishay to bid him to speak. He was a fine specimen of the Procellian race, with the red eyes and smooth silver hair that defined them so.
"Don't be afraid child, I am a servant to my people and will not harm you." Ishay said smoothly in his high voice, that sounded like a crystal bell's ring. He was honestly annoyed at being bothered but saw no point in upsetting someone who was already terrified.
"My Dras, my name is Injes. I am but a humble servant to our demon king. I beg your pardon to let me give you my message." The boy said slowly, bowing to the floor until his forehead touched the stone.
"Ofcourse my child" He replied, guessing the child was from the Fofesh islands since the mainlanders were never so respectful."Please rise and know I see you as my son, so you never have a need to bow so low to me."
The youth stood up slowly, looking somewhat calmer though still visibly nervous "Your majesty, a mysterious man has begged an audience with you. He looks of foreign blood, and frightened the guards. That is why they sent me, to have all guards around him"
'A man of foreign blood?' Ishay thought to himself 'The guards have every right no be scared. What is he doing in Procellia?'
"Thank you my son" Ishay said calmly "Have him brought here, and also retrieve my council. I am sure they need to hear this too."
The boy did a quick Na (Bow with the right hand placed over the face) and departed
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It did not take long for the council to arrive, before even a half hour had passed all five stood around him. The council was a group of advisers selected by the Dras to assist him in governing, his council was made up of 3 mainlanders and two Fofesh islanders. After their years around him they had all learned that formalities were unneeded and simply gave a Na as a greeting.
Just as the last of the council arrived the doors opened to reveal a large group of guards, dressed in mail armor emblazoned with the royal crest. They entered without a word and went to stand on the edges of the wall, staring silently at the final person to enter.
He was a tall man, at least 6 feet in height and wore odd clothes. His white coat was ungodly thin for the weather and his whole outfit was different shades of white and grey in a random assortment of blocks (snow camo). He stood proudly, and gave off an aura of ego that was hard to miss. It unnerved Ishay, who was accustomed to people who were more humble.
"You Majesty, Dras of The Empire of Procellia I come to you with a message from my leader, Alexander Dumont Mantez of The Independent Society for the New World Order." He said, pulling back his hood to reveal his face. Despite their polite upbringing it was hard for anyone in that room not to stare at the man's odd looks. His skin was light brown and hair was black and cut short. Several of the guards placed their hands on their swords, ready to cut him down if he tried to do anything stupid.
"Thank you for coming my friend." Ishay said slowly, trying not to sound nervous but the name of the country sent shivers up his spine. Thankfully Leth, a well bearded adviser from Cern, Fofesh saw the king's nerves and stepped in politely.
"Our dear guest, what is this message you wish to present to our great Dras? Also what is it you are called?" He said in his warm deep voice. Leth was a well built man, strong for a man of his age and walked with a cane. His red eyes always warm a kindly look and he had come to see the king like a son, partly from being one of the men who helped raise him while Ishay was in the Fofesh islands for school.
The stranger raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything "Pardon me wise one" he replied in a voice that made it hard to tell if he was complimenting or insulting Leth "I am Jacob Watson, and the message is right here" he said pulling an envelope out of his back pocket.
Leth gestured for a guard to bring it to them, which he did slowly ending with a Na and returning to his post.
Ishay looked cautiously at the letter; it was made of an usually thin paper with a visibly white color. Much different than the thick yellow paper used in Procellia. He carefully opened it, keenly aware that every eye in the room was focused on him.
The letter itself was of the same make as the envelope that had encased it, and as he opened it he could see bright red ink along the borders framing in the message. Ishay took a deep breath and read it outloud slowly, making sure to fully understand what it was saying
“To Dras Ishay,
I am Alexander, President of The Independent Society for the New World Order, known to most as New Beginning.
Today I am offering to you a chance of a lifetime, and to make it so it shall only be offered once. I have sent a manned space craft to the moon, and retrieved it. Upon the moon I have discovered an energy source, so powerful that with the proper equipment, a rock of it the size of your fist can power an entire nation for a year. I am offering the technology to unlock this new energy source to you, however this will not be freely given.
If you chose to accept my offer, you will be required to put down all arms and come to New Beginning for one week. During this week you and your closest staff will sit down with everyone else who chooses to claim the opportunity thus presented and talk. The talk will be on the topic of the future of the world.
A duplicate of this letter shall be sent to all of our fellow heads of state, declining will be a grave error on your part. The future is coming, and only those who attend shall be a part of it.
The bearer of this letter has full authority to speak in my name. They have all of the information that you should require.
The meeting will be held in 3 months from the date of this letter.
Alexander DuMont Mantez - President of The Independent Society for the New World Order
Dated April 28, 2014”
The room was silent for a moment as the words sank in, the council just stared at the letter for a moment looking as if they had been shot. Ishay reread it two more times and still couldn’t believe it.
“Guards, please escort our guest to a set of chambers and make sure he is comfortable” Ishay said, using all the will power he could muster to convey calmness.
The men happily obliged and took the man from the room, knowing full well they were going to be keeping an eye on him
___________________________________________________________________
After the man left Ishay closed his eyes and leaned back against the glass window, the cool glass feeling good against his warm body.
“How dare he?!” Exclaimed Leth, all sense of civility gone “They mean to threaten your majesty into opening ourselves to foreign influence!”
“How do we even know this man is not a threat to us, he could attempt to invade us while you are away” Interjected Haru, a mainlander
The conversation soon broke down into all of them yelling at each other and arguing about what should be done. It was an odd sight for Procellia, where diplomacy was usually done calmly and slowly but right now the council didn’t have time for politeness and Ishay was just trying to think.
“Calm down all of you” Ishay interjected loudly, bringing the room to silence “Leth I understand your concern about his being a threat, but I think it is more of a bribe. Not the most moral thing to do but it is not worth ruffling our feathers over… and Haru you are correct that this could just be a trap to leave our nation easier to invade. But I doubt that is the case. Only a fool would try and invade us in June, the seas are frozen and roads are impassible in winter. They wouldn’t be able to get past Fofesh before the winter storms froze their army in place.”
Ishay leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and head in hands. “This technology, if it is real could be very beneficial to us. We could use less coal and it is probably safer than all the nuclear power we have. Even if not this does prove one thing… We are no longer able to isolate ourselves from the world. We need to open ourselves to some interaction with the other nations. We don’t even know what countries exist.”
___________________________________________________________
The discussion took a long time from there, stretching on for hours and it was almost ten at night before they agreed on what to do. Ishay would go to the meeting, but also bring along his council as backup. And while gone his aunt Aima would stand in for him as Dras.
The plan was to travel by train to the coast and take a boat to Cern, then a blimp from Cern to the location of the meeting. Nobody was going to sleep well that week, because they all knew that in a week they would be creating history. And none of them knew if they would be remembered as great leaders, or fools.
A knock on the bookcase near him pulled him out of his trance. Ishay looked over to see a terrified looking boy, of about 12 years, shaking as he waited for Ishay to bid him to speak. He was a fine specimen of the Procellian race, with the red eyes and smooth silver hair that defined them so.
"Don't be afraid child, I am a servant to my people and will not harm you." Ishay said smoothly in his high voice, that sounded like a crystal bell's ring. He was honestly annoyed at being bothered but saw no point in upsetting someone who was already terrified.
"My Dras, my name is Injes. I am but a humble servant to our demon king. I beg your pardon to let me give you my message." The boy said slowly, bowing to the floor until his forehead touched the stone.
"Ofcourse my child" He replied, guessing the child was from the Fofesh islands since the mainlanders were never so respectful."Please rise and know I see you as my son, so you never have a need to bow so low to me."
The youth stood up slowly, looking somewhat calmer though still visibly nervous "Your majesty, a mysterious man has begged an audience with you. He looks of foreign blood, and frightened the guards. That is why they sent me, to have all guards around him"
'A man of foreign blood?' Ishay thought to himself 'The guards have every right no be scared. What is he doing in Procellia?'
"Thank you my son" Ishay said calmly "Have him brought here, and also retrieve my council. I am sure they need to hear this too."
The boy did a quick Na (Bow with the right hand placed over the face) and departed
_____________________________________________________________________________________
It did not take long for the council to arrive, before even a half hour had passed all five stood around him. The council was a group of advisers selected by the Dras to assist him in governing, his council was made up of 3 mainlanders and two Fofesh islanders. After their years around him they had all learned that formalities were unneeded and simply gave a Na as a greeting.
Just as the last of the council arrived the doors opened to reveal a large group of guards, dressed in mail armor emblazoned with the royal crest. They entered without a word and went to stand on the edges of the wall, staring silently at the final person to enter.
He was a tall man, at least 6 feet in height and wore odd clothes. His white coat was ungodly thin for the weather and his whole outfit was different shades of white and grey in a random assortment of blocks (snow camo). He stood proudly, and gave off an aura of ego that was hard to miss. It unnerved Ishay, who was accustomed to people who were more humble.
"You Majesty, Dras of The Empire of Procellia I come to you with a message from my leader, Alexander Dumont Mantez of The Independent Society for the New World Order." He said, pulling back his hood to reveal his face. Despite their polite upbringing it was hard for anyone in that room not to stare at the man's odd looks. His skin was light brown and hair was black and cut short. Several of the guards placed their hands on their swords, ready to cut him down if he tried to do anything stupid.
"Thank you for coming my friend." Ishay said slowly, trying not to sound nervous but the name of the country sent shivers up his spine. Thankfully Leth, a well bearded adviser from Cern, Fofesh saw the king's nerves and stepped in politely.
"Our dear guest, what is this message you wish to present to our great Dras? Also what is it you are called?" He said in his warm deep voice. Leth was a well built man, strong for a man of his age and walked with a cane. His red eyes always warm a kindly look and he had come to see the king like a son, partly from being one of the men who helped raise him while Ishay was in the Fofesh islands for school.
The stranger raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything "Pardon me wise one" he replied in a voice that made it hard to tell if he was complimenting or insulting Leth "I am Jacob Watson, and the message is right here" he said pulling an envelope out of his back pocket.
Leth gestured for a guard to bring it to them, which he did slowly ending with a Na and returning to his post.
Ishay looked cautiously at the letter; it was made of an usually thin paper with a visibly white color. Much different than the thick yellow paper used in Procellia. He carefully opened it, keenly aware that every eye in the room was focused on him.
The letter itself was of the same make as the envelope that had encased it, and as he opened it he could see bright red ink along the borders framing in the message. Ishay took a deep breath and read it outloud slowly, making sure to fully understand what it was saying
“To Dras Ishay,
I am Alexander, President of The Independent Society for the New World Order, known to most as New Beginning.
Today I am offering to you a chance of a lifetime, and to make it so it shall only be offered once. I have sent a manned space craft to the moon, and retrieved it. Upon the moon I have discovered an energy source, so powerful that with the proper equipment, a rock of it the size of your fist can power an entire nation for a year. I am offering the technology to unlock this new energy source to you, however this will not be freely given.
If you chose to accept my offer, you will be required to put down all arms and come to New Beginning for one week. During this week you and your closest staff will sit down with everyone else who chooses to claim the opportunity thus presented and talk. The talk will be on the topic of the future of the world.
A duplicate of this letter shall be sent to all of our fellow heads of state, declining will be a grave error on your part. The future is coming, and only those who attend shall be a part of it.
The bearer of this letter has full authority to speak in my name. They have all of the information that you should require.
The meeting will be held in 3 months from the date of this letter.
Alexander DuMont Mantez - President of The Independent Society for the New World Order
Dated April 28, 2014”
The room was silent for a moment as the words sank in, the council just stared at the letter for a moment looking as if they had been shot. Ishay reread it two more times and still couldn’t believe it.
“Guards, please escort our guest to a set of chambers and make sure he is comfortable” Ishay said, using all the will power he could muster to convey calmness.
The men happily obliged and took the man from the room, knowing full well they were going to be keeping an eye on him
___________________________________________________________________
After the man left Ishay closed his eyes and leaned back against the glass window, the cool glass feeling good against his warm body.
“How dare he?!” Exclaimed Leth, all sense of civility gone “They mean to threaten your majesty into opening ourselves to foreign influence!”
“How do we even know this man is not a threat to us, he could attempt to invade us while you are away” Interjected Haru, a mainlander
The conversation soon broke down into all of them yelling at each other and arguing about what should be done. It was an odd sight for Procellia, where diplomacy was usually done calmly and slowly but right now the council didn’t have time for politeness and Ishay was just trying to think.
“Calm down all of you” Ishay interjected loudly, bringing the room to silence “Leth I understand your concern about his being a threat, but I think it is more of a bribe. Not the most moral thing to do but it is not worth ruffling our feathers over… and Haru you are correct that this could just be a trap to leave our nation easier to invade. But I doubt that is the case. Only a fool would try and invade us in June, the seas are frozen and roads are impassible in winter. They wouldn’t be able to get past Fofesh before the winter storms froze their army in place.”
Ishay leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and head in hands. “This technology, if it is real could be very beneficial to us. We could use less coal and it is probably safer than all the nuclear power we have. Even if not this does prove one thing… We are no longer able to isolate ourselves from the world. We need to open ourselves to some interaction with the other nations. We don’t even know what countries exist.”
___________________________________________________________
The discussion took a long time from there, stretching on for hours and it was almost ten at night before they agreed on what to do. Ishay would go to the meeting, but also bring along his council as backup. And while gone his aunt Aima would stand in for him as Dras.
The plan was to travel by train to the coast and take a boat to Cern, then a blimp from Cern to the location of the meeting. Nobody was going to sleep well that week, because they all knew that in a week they would be creating history. And none of them knew if they would be remembered as great leaders, or fools.
Approved. Map updated, I had to change some colors so that the label would be visible.
It's approved. Though I think 800 million would be more appropriate. And your temperatures can reach 200+inland away from the coast
Of course :-)
I'll check it after work and update my map.
I'll check it after work and update my map.
To balance it out you would need a centralized government over a large area and multiple cities ect
If you wanted to be a modern day Arabian empire I could help you work out the details and borders.
If you wanted to be a modern day Arabian empire I could help you work out the details and borders.
The map wouldn't show spheres of influence. It is more a political map of defined borders if that makes sense.
What do you mean by allocate you?
What do you mean by allocate you?
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