Noble Sons II- Price for Peace [Concluded]

[Quintus.JC]

Suddenly two figures entered about the room in a rather dysfunctional and mismatched fashion.

One of them was old and estimable, “I, Ostracod, high ambassador of the most ecclesiastical Principality of Decapod Crustaceania, is here on behalf of Grand Prince Secundus II, ruler of all the lands across the north east seas. To discuss the menacing rise of the vegetarian cult among Beefland. Please excuse us for our lateness.”

The other figure was young and dressed rather dandily; who walked with a slightly drunken swagger and with a slurred speech he said “I, Prince Septimus, son of the most majestic Grand Prince Secundus, ruler of the blah blah blah. Is here for the meeting, sorry we’re late and all that, cheers for waiting” His constant flailing arm and hand gestures made him appear unfocused, ataxic and a bit drunk.

“So…” Said Septimus “What is this meeting all about then?”

[Askthepizzaguy]

Still technically a mafia game, so let's make sure to abstain or vote and stuff.

[White_eyes:D]

A young diplomat enters, confused by the letter he was sent; which said "We must stop the vegetarian cult". As he expected to see the leaders shouting "Something about a Crusade but found nothing but random talk and empty promises". He mearly shakes his head and leaves....he has planning to doVote:abstain *how does voting work on here???*

[Askthepizzaguy]

As I recall, voting doesn't even lead to a lynch; it's more of a declaration of war. I better go re-read the rules.

[Beefy187]

As I recall, voting doesn't even lead to a lynch; it's more of a declaration of war. I better go re-read the rules.

Sorry my internet was off for the whole day.. I'm borrowing my uncles internet right now

There would be a meeting every 6 months and during this time, all army will have to withdraw and declare peace until the meeting ends. Not going to a meeting means you are a traitor and war will be declared from all nations.

6 month = one gaming night btw.

Voting is your official declaration of war, which you don't even have to follow as actual war will be done through night action pm.

[ULC]

Lacy straightens the papers in front of her before looking up with a hard stare at Sharky.

"You there, ambassador, you speak for Aresea, do you not? Whatfor are you here? Where is your "Lord"?"

[Beefy187]

Beefy was boredly staring at his clock. Thinking to him self, how to get rid of the "noble kings" once they have come to conclusion, or once the meeting has gone passed the dead line.

They were using his best coffee table.. And he wanted it back soon as possible..

Beefy walked to the meeting room and gave a quick glance..

He spotted King Yoyoma, grandmaster taka and Lord chanceller Blackadder present. As well as consul Lacy. While others simply sent the diplomats.

Beefy smiled to him self.. This is going to be interesting..

[Thermal]

Lacy straightens the papers in front of her before looking up with a hard stare at Sharky.

"You there, ambassador, you speak for Aresea, do you not? Whatfor are you here? Where is your "Lord"?"

Sharky gets nervous as he is asked a question, he gets his words muddled up and completely disappointments his audience

'Myyyy he Lord is hheeeee iss hommeee att mymyy



ahhhh!'

Sharky stuttered and failed to carry on talking, he ran out in panic

[taka]

In came Grandmaster Taka, leader of the Order of the Sacred Kobe Beef. To his left was an old Inquisitor, with an equally old leather book, containing all the secret methods of raising Wagyu Beef to the best quality. On the right side of the Grandmaster was his personal bodyguard, in gleaming polished slim plate armour. He was carrying an long slim Odachi sword, with the religious words "神戸ビーフ" inscripted on the blade near the hilt.

He sat in his seat silently waiting for the meeting to properly commence

Vote: Abstain

[White_eyes:D]

Ok....so voting=you declare war on *insert player here*.....but I am guessing it also means only the closest nations would benefit....

Edit:If you win....I recall Beefy saying even with three people it could be hard to win....

[Yoyoma1910]

Into these chambers entered the young and noble Master of the art of the YoYo, Yoyoma II. Now king of the various lands and people of Beefdom, he found himself driven to bring his kingdom glory that would resound across all the Island of Terre aux Boeufs (as it was known to the people of Beefdom).

His dress was well fitting of his role. Though certainly the leathers and fabrics that covered his body were stately and befitting a king, they were not to the point of gaudy and really quite functional. Blues, reds, whites with black spots and gold embroidery, Yoyoma wanted to dress in a manner that represented his state and people.

Following closely behind him were two columns of some of Beefdom's best known troops, the Amazonian warrioresses. Towering above most men and holding spears sharp enough to easily pierce the finest steel armor, they marched in a practiced and well regimented step. They each wore their ceremonial garb of various animal hides and bones, clad upon their bodies. Beauty, hard a vicious was there's, as loing as they did not speak. Because, quite frankly, they talked a bit too mannish. Yoyoma II mildly dreaded the coming day where he would have to pick one for his queen.

Upon entering he was happy to see some faces he knew and curious of faces he had only heard of as yet. Grand Master Taka was very dear to him, and his friendly face was well appreciated. As well, he was quite happy to see the religious men of The Holy Theocracy of the Shadowbull and The Principality of Decapodia, their spirituality would serve these lands well. During his stint in the navy he had become familiar with many Areseans, and regarded their naval prowess greatly.

There were also ambassadors and leadrers from factions relatively new to Terre aux Boeufs, The Khaan had sent forth a small Hord of hungry men. And the recently elected Lord Chancellor himself had come. Both men wore garb of peoples until recently foreign to the island. Now they were all neighbors.

He also saw people of factions he knew may cause him difficulty. The consulate had already arrived, and was casting looks about at the nobility. Also, a man the exiled had quietly exited whilst Yoyoma arrived.

And of course, the host of the meeting, the Venerable Beefy was there, though he seemed a bit uncomfortable with the occasion. Yoyoma, did however have great respect for him and his neutrality. He wasn't sure about the whole occasional stand alone salad thing Beefy had,though.

Yoyoma began greeting his fellow dignitaries and statesmen, and eventually addressed those who had been kind and good enough to arrive.


"Gentlemen. You are all gracious to come here. There is much afoot, and those of us with hearts of pure meat must join together, else all is lost. But I will not weigh your ears down so soon.

First, I have brought the finest cattle for us all to feast upon.

Let us, then, prepare a Barbecue fit for... well for kings!! And democratically elected.. or appointed people... or heck, anyone who loves Barbecue.

Meat for all!"



Vote:abstain