Geopolitics Roleplay

The Erkettuni diplomat takes a seat and starts conversing with a person nearby about economic policy while drinking excessively

An old decommissioned Frigate, painted burgundy with golden trim and flying the Holy Cross of Celestinia pulled into harbor. As the gangplank was unfettered, a tall, battle-scarred woman with nearly pure white hair that went just to her neck in an even cut, emerged from the ship's deck. Despite her hair, she looked to be in her thirties. She was dressed in formal military wear, with the suit colored burgundy with a gold trim around the buttons, shoulders, down the sleeves and at the cuffs, her chest decorated with several awards, most of which diplomacy and aviation related, as well as a gold plate with her name, "Lady Aetia Vangaria".

She walked down the pier, waving her guard to stay on the ship, but bringing forth a young girl who couldn't be older than 17 who was holding a heavy bag of antiques and jewelery, obviously similar to a squire. Lady Aetia greeted the event staff at the docks, being waived into a private car for a drive to the Lake where the dinner would be held. Aetia and her Squire arrived at the Palace, and awaited greeting at the front door.

Fertev took the seat assigned to him and began debating whether it was a good idea or not to indulge in some alcohol.

In response the crew of the ship starts releasing and cutting the ropes holding it in place, and puts the ship in full power to break free. Several crewmen will point their own rifles at the Rhenanian guards, and return fire if they start shooting. William Archer will return to his duty as Lieutenant Commander and captain the ship.

William Archer will try to use the incoming Lorvasan ship as cover, trying to put it between him and the Rhenanian ship.

Flinching as the bullet flies past him and embeds itself in a nearby wall, Alexiov moves back from the Erkuttuni representative.

"See how the fascist resorts to violence! Guards, do your jobs and apprehend this man!"

Ducking when he heard the shot, Fertev sighs when he notices it missed. It's gonna be one of those meetings he mused, now tempted even more to just drink some of the vodka he brought as a "gift".

An hour later the Lorvasan envoy party was ready. Mounted on the sleek Lorvasan Chargers of the Royal guard, in full ceremonial dress uniform, the Royal Guardsmen of Lorvasa, and Princess Maria Ral'Zarin made their way through the city. They made a long, parade tour, flying the Lorvasan flag high from the lance of the color guard, the trumpetteer announcing their presence to the locals as they made their way to the palace. A few peasants pulling hand carts behind the Royal Envoy was handing out small trinkets from Lorvasa to any curious onlookers who gathered to see what the commotion was.

Small bits of Lorvasan wood carving art, decorations proclaiming the peace and friendship of the Principality of Lorvasa, carved toy models of Lorvasan Royal Guards, and similar such little doodads of good will.

By the time they had gotten to the palace, all but the largest gift had been handed out to the citizens of Rhenania. There two members of the Royal Guard dismounted, helping Princess Maria Ral'Zarin down from her mount with grace. The Princess strode out towards the Palace Guard.

"Lorvasan Envoy, Princess Ral'Zarin," she announced herself in clipped militant tones. The Princess, one of the possible heirs of Lorvasa, one of the fourth most powerful figures in the country, they clearly didn't send just some random middle manager diplomat to this function. She was a hard woman in bearing, standing with military precision, looking quite comfortable with the weight of her uniform and the ceremonial Lorvasan Axe on her hip. Black hair with a wide, white patch on her right side cut in a military fashion, with dark green eyes that looked as hard as jade, and pale skin who's porcelain perfection was marred by laceration scarring on the right side of her face, visible from the collar of her uniform up to her hairline. A wound she had suffered from a Ryudinian Tank in the Battle of Jantzen.

The Iridar Ship does not respond but tries its best to meet the Patrol Boat at an angle opposite to the angle it is turning towards (trying to counteract their angling to hit it at a right angle or to slip trough). The men are now all focusing on the Patrol Boat to fire as soon as any Rhenanian gives fire.

Suddenly a man screams "Let us out and nobody will be hurt!"