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Post by Kingdoms of Cal on Mar 7, 2011 18:06:05 GMT -5
Duke Leck and Panital were sat on a leather couch in leck's office reading as usual, snuggled up together, the little fennec like drewn vulpine and larger though small, by lupine standards. Both were hiding from the world as the plans for their wedding were getting out of hand, nether of them wanted a big affair, but as leck was the head of the lucan council they had little choice. The dukes, desert tribal chiefs and drewn queen were in the misted of a pitched arguments over...well everything to do with the wedding.
The bespectacled pair were enjoying some peace.
Leck had figured they could get away with a ceremony up in Dancain, the capitol of Leck, as Panital was not a noble so there was no reason to bring the Drewn nobles in. Panital had been happy for this to happen as she was not the most religious of people and wanted to keep things simple. Unfortunately when word of this idea reached the Drewn queen she had elevated Panital to lady so she was a noble and the Drewns could legitimately stick there oar in.
Since then the arguments had raged over such things as who would stand where, menus, reception venues, table arrangements even down to small details like flower arrangements on the tables and cutlery.
The door opened and Queen Lo of the Teerie entered, she had been stupid enough to try and mediate the arguments, that had been six weeks ago. The old Teerie collapsed into one of the chairs muttering something quite unqueenly like in Teerie.
Leck looked up from his book and raised an eye brow.
Lo smiled “Well we have managed to get them to agree to a framework for the day and have set them on the CMT, military and the parliamentary administration committee.”
Panital looked up “The parliamentary admin committee?”
Lo sighed “They agreed that this building would be used for the reception. Oh Leck, Dancain is being added to the CAT network the CMT don't want to look bad. Well that and the CMT have been looking for an excuse to put a Tel bypass line for a while.”
Leck smiled “Now Ea Leck will want one too.”
Lo shrugged “I figure that the CMT plans on that as they didn't put up much of a fight about the upgrade. Anyway, they have agreed on two ceremonies one at the circle at Manta in the morn...”
Panital looked utterly shocked Leck noticed and interrupted “You OK?” he asked.
Panital said quietly “That is my tribes circle...I would have thought they would have wanted the circle at Drac. I always wanted to be joined there...”
Lo smiled “Who ever said mediator can't push things in certain directions. I was fighting on your side, the nobles on both sides seem to have forgotten that it's you getting married....
Anyway the dusk ceremony will take place in Dancain at the meeting house. “
Leck smiled “So how in the goddesses names are we going to get the guests from one to the other?”
Lo shrugged “The CMT and military are working on that.”
– From: Duke Leck and Lady Panital To: Heads of state of the nations of the furry federation.
Greetings
We would like to offer our invitation to our up coming joining at the circle at Manta and the meeting house of Dancain. We offer this to all heads of states and Monarchs of the peoples of all nations.
This is a day to celebrate not to show force, we ask that you bring minimal guards and weapons have no place at a wedding, other than those that are ceremonial. This is a celebration of love not war, please understand this and this nation needs a good day.
Details will be sent of the arrangements once confirmation of your attendance is received.
Yours
Duke Leck
Lady Panital
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Duke Leck smiled “With luck no one will show. Well none of those from the north east, they are more trouble than they are worth.”
Panital shrugged “Hey we will have enough trouble with our own nobles.”
Lo smiled “Well and the crowds, you guys are kinda popular.”
Panital looked surprised asked “Why?”
Lo laughed “I dunno, the royal marrying a commoner, both of you being approachable, you pair making a cute couple...I could go on.”
Leck looked at Panital and smiled “Your the cute one.”
The pair kissed
Lo muttered under her breath “And being so sickeningly in love...where is a sick bag when you need one?”
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 7, 2011 19:42:38 GMT -5
Hello,
I would be absolutely delighted to attend such an important event. I believe it would be beneficial to relations that we forget all that happened in the past between us and try to rebuild anew, starting here.
Just as well, I won't bring any guards and will have but a ceremonial sword, out of respect for your wishes.
Sincerely,
Isaiah Xaimoungkhoun Emperor of the Anean Star Empire
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 7, 2011 20:26:10 GMT -5
To: The Recently Wedded and Honorable Duke Leck and Lady Penital From: His Excellency the War Minister, Lord Commander Michael Stidham, The Most Late King's Royal Consul and Regent Cedric Carver, And His Utter Ruthless and Most Magnanimous Master, Alpha Lord Heshel Goldtail
It is with great enthusiasm, zeal, and anticipation that the Confederacy of Aatuylva congratulates the young Duke on his marriage to such a fine young woman, and we would wish to offer many gifts to the young couple, that must be delivered personally.
Several members of the government of Aatuylva are being sent by K-7 bearing gifts, with minimal guards as per your request.
The Minister sincerely hopes that the young couple in question enjoys wine.
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Post by miokalia on Mar 7, 2011 20:40:54 GMT -5
Tycho saw the invitation and knew that he had to begin preparations. For someone who had caused him so much trouble, he knew that he had to air his grievances on the Duke's special day.
Tycho was typically a very quiet and level-headed raptor, but this event demanded that he do something more than he would typically allow himself to do. Despite not being a particularly reverent person, this occasion brought something else very strange out of him. "I'm taking the weekend off", he said to Andertol, "I need to get into... a certain mindset prior to the wedding"
He took an overnight train to his ancestral home in Talarine. Upon arriving in Hcaron, he then started climbing a mountain to the East, Garantoh Pass. After getting past the condos and houses, it opened up into a more natural landscape right before the shrine, which was actually more of a museum than anything else.
At the base of the stylobate of the shrine, he yelled.
"Alright! I walked all the way here. Now what?!"
A brown raptor with white feathers then came out and chirped, "Tycho. I can't believe you're actually going through with this."
"Yeah well", Tycho said, "It doesn't mean anything though. I really want to make Duke Leck uncomfortable. It is very important to me."
"You know, some spiritual people would say that your intentions are evil", the curator said, "Fortunately for you, sir... We're not all that particularly spiritual."
"I know", said Tycho, "I still would like to indulge in this... just to get back at him. I have to. I will never feel right if I don't."
They both walked inside,
"Iekdato IVth's armor has been lent out to rulers of the Kohtohkhan-speaking world, be they Talarine, Kuho, or Dorfanese, for centuries. When he originally had it forged, he declared that upon his death, he be entombed in it. And that his successors, future rulers of his empire of Tajirates, could borrow it at their discretion according to the Rules written in the Tocholorie Tomus. Which is why I assume you're here."
"Of course, because it says in that weird old book that it would be honorable towards Iekdato to wear the armor for the purpose of striking fear into the heart of someone who has wronged you. Duke Leck, has made my life miserable since he offended the Aneans with his little stunt. Since then, they have been at eachother's throats and the world has been out of balance.", said Tycho.
"Well you certainly have done your research.", said the curator, "In order to use the armor though, it also says that you must go through and endure the Six Thorns of Kothota." He drew a wry smile as he said this.
"I thought that we we're going to ignore that bizarre and kinda gross part of this... since obviously the person who wrote it was on some drugs.", Tycho said, "please?"
"NO", the curator stopped and using a stick on the ground, barricaded Tycho from stepping further, "The Thorns are a part of using the Armor. Every single ruler who has used the Armor has gone through the Rite. You are no exception and you must do it. And not because of any metaphysical reason, but simply because of honor itself."
"Fine, let's just get this over with.", he said.
"Great!", said the curator, "Now I'll go ahead and leave you in the clutches of our resident, ordained, Ghitavist ryuukate."
Tycho looked around the curator to see another raptor, wearing a huge mask and a bunch of robes.
"Oh, shit", Tycho said.
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On monday, Tycho waddled triumphantly, although belaboredly, into the presidential manor, wearing a ghastly, strange suit of armor. Amid stares from others present, he nonchalantly said, as he passed Secretary Tajir Vuela, "Hey".
Vuela dropped the phone and said, "Tycho. Why are you wearing Iekdato IVth's ceremonial burial armor... also why do you smell like... cheese."
"I had a very long weekend", Tycho said under the mask. It covered basically his whole head, "I'm also not allowed to take a shower for like, a week too"
He left a trail of orange dust which soon it became clear, was the primary source of the odor.
"Tycho that's disgusting. Nobody has worn that armor in 60 years.", she said.
"Actually apparently it's been checked out quite a few times since then, actually.", he said.
"Please tell me you can take it off. OH! Is it true about that thing where you have to have a special bolt driven into your tail and 4 ribs removed to wear it?", she asked.
"No, no. Oh no... It's much different.", he said. Then paused for effect and said, "I had to dip my claws in molten brass".
"You what! OW! Why would you do this?", she asked, now genuinely wondering if Tycho was completely insane.
"Just the chitinous part of the claw, it will wear off in a month anyway. And I must do this. Leck is getting married. So I must... express my feelings about what he has done."
Vuela couldn't think of another thing to ask. Technically, she could have used this armor as well, since she was the most eligible per the ancient rules. The only reason why Tycho, who was just a cabinet member, got it was because she had given him word-of-mouth permission to without really understanding what he was talking about last week.
She sat down and put her head against the desk, "Had I known you were going to go out and get some dead Kohtohkhan emporer's burial armor to wear to a wedding to wig-out the Duke, then I would have said 'no ******* way!'...", she protested
Tycho shrugged, "Actually after those... very strange rites they make you do... I'm actually pretty comfortable with this."
He then continued to his office, where he then promptly broke his chair upon sitting in it.
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From: Sudo to the Apparateur, Hiyike Andertol To: Duke Leck and Lady Panital
Secretary of State Tycho Nadara will be attending it seems. Itka and I will also be attending. When I asked the Secretary Tajir, Vuela Konig if she was planning to as well, she threw a stapler at me, so I'm assuming she isn't going to be attending.
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Post by Kingdoms of Cal on Mar 9, 2011 17:01:19 GMT -5
OOC: this is still open
Salato and Al were eating in one of the restaurants higher up in the parliamentary spire of the parliamentary complex. Neither of them had been this far up the spire since the Lucan council had moved up there. Both were enjoying the mayhem that the wedding was causing as for once this was not a mess made by the nobles that they would have to clean up.
Salato had made it quite clear that a Royal wedding should not be tainted by politics. The rest of the cabinet and parliament had agreed, well except for the MPs from Tel and the socialists...why the hell the socialists wanted involved salato didn't know and didn't care.
Though they were not in charge they were to be consulted, Al was looking over invitations smiling "You know how much of a mess this might turn out to be?"
Salato shrugged "Do we care?"
Al smiled "Yeah, well if they thought were were going to save them after the crap the noble have caused us."
--- Duke leck and lady Panital were sat on their sofa again reading and Queen lo walked in.
"Guys aren't they discussing what your wedding out fits will be?" Lo asked.
Panital shrugged "We're going traditional."
Lo smiled "So naked for the first bit and in your families armour? What do you plan to ware for that bit...last I checked you don't have a family armour?"
Panital smiled "Drewn sword desert dress."
Lo smiled "So you have no intention of paying the lest attention to what the nobles are saying."
Leck looked up "Nope"
Lo laughed "So they are arguing about something totally pointless?"
Leck shrugged "Is that anything new?"
Lo thought for a second and looked at a the book shelves smiling "There must be something here I haven't read, mind if I join you?"
--- In the outer office of duke leck sat his ultimate weapon, a short over weight lupine called Draica Lum. She had been responsible for the decimation of the civil service management, she had only the thinnest of veneer of manners over her hatred of management and royals...infact anyone in charge.
She was the rarest of things a lupine anarchist, though she would never admit it. She got on with Lech as he had enough sense to leave her to her work and she did make him popular with the civil service....they hate crap managers as much as anyone oddly when they are at the end that actually works.
Now she had taken over the wedding when leck and Panital had given up. The lucan council were scared of her, even the military avoided contact, the CMT types got on with her well as they tended to be to the point people.
But that short (by lupine standards), fat, bespectacled, female, with a bad leg could scare the s**te out of anyone or thing. Though was a total sweetie if you were nice to her...unless you tried to butter her up....that didn't work either.
Draica Lum ran Lecks office and effectively the civil service, everyone knew she was too bitter to be corruptible.
-- OOC: she's the kind of person you are scared of over the phone...no matter who you are. But not ever sure why.
--- The letter to those that had confirmed thus far was sent in the clear.
To: The seconds of Sudo to the Apparateur, Hiyike Andertol, Isaiah Xaimoungkhoun and who ever has to wrangle the aatuylva party. From: Draica Lum CO Duke Leck and Lady Panital
Right you guys have to make this work. The wedding will take place on the full moon this month, about two weeks off. The military types have reopened an air base out in drew near the circle they are gonna use.
Your bosses have two choices, either land there and walk ten K to the sight or land at the normal base at Dranicanie that is on the CMT's net but they will have to arrive the day before.
Transit between the ceremonies will be carried out by the army, air force and CMT. Please don't try and help that lot are arguing enough, but it should get everyone to drac and then onto a royal all first class CAT or two...maybe more depending on the numbers.
That should get you to the second ceremony in plenty of time before dusk, it's a bank holiday here so the CMT are running a lesser service than usual. The CMT bods are sure if the military lot can do it in a reasonable time...even if they can't they have told me and the military they can make up time...I figure the military will get you to the pick up points in time.
The link to the reception is fixed and will not be a problem as that's up to the CMT alone and they are good at these kinda things.
To business contact the me about flight plans, allergies, religious objections to food, whether drink is appropriate, etc..
Yours
Draica Lum
Ps: If I don't get a Ladyship out of this I'm quitting (won't take it but I would like to be able to turn it down)."
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