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Post by Fleischmann on Sept 10, 2021 14:13:27 GMT
From: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus
To: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen
Utlandugsgesatja,
We hope you are well.
We would like to discuss the possibility of your membership within the Raikh and the annexation of your lands as a new colonial territory.
Yours,
Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus
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Post by xander10 on Sept 10, 2021 14:19:11 GMT
From: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus
To: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of SheenUtlandugsgesatja, We hope you are well. We would like to discuss the possibility of your membership within the Raikh and the annexation of your lands as a new colonial territory. Yours, Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus From: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen To: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus Dear Salad king, We hope our are enjoying the latest export of cabbages. We must regretfully inform you that we will be rejecting your kind offer. Yours, The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen |
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Post by Fleischmann on Sept 10, 2021 14:30:13 GMT
From: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus
To: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of SheenUtlandugsgesatja, We hope you are well. We would like to discuss the possibility of your membership within the Raikh and the annexation of your lands as a new colonial territory. Yours, Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus From: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen To: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus Dear Salad king, We hope our are enjoying the latest export of cabbages. We must regretfully inform you that we will be rejecting your kind offer. Yours, The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen
To: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of SheenKraudfekonds, We are saddened to hear of your rejection. Alternatively, we would also like to discuss the opportunity of stopping your people from accidentally starting a war neither of us want to fight. As we have been enjoying a recent thaw in our relations, it would only seem prudent to take advantage of this temporary insanity and formalise a proper non-aggression pact to make sure that when sanity returns, no one decides to start shooting. Your people, military, and affiliates are not to shoot at or otherwise illegally harm our people, military, and affiliates, except after notifying the other side of the intent and getting assent to do so. This shall hold so long as the people in question clearly and openly identify themselves as belonging to one of us, through proclamation, flying of flags, or identifying markings. As collateral, we offer you a wheel of Ruturdenkurds by way of hostage. Yours, Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus |
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Post by xander10 on Sept 10, 2021 14:47:28 GMT
From: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen To: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus Dear Salad king, We hope our are enjoying the latest export of cabbages. We must regretfully inform you that we will be rejecting your kind offer. Yours, The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus To: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen Kraudfekonds, We are saddened to hear of your rejection. Alternatively, we would also like to discuss the opportunity of stopping your people from accidentally starting a war neither of us want to fight. As we have been enjoying a recent thaw in our relations, it would only seem prudent to take advantage of this temporary insanity and formalise a proper non-aggression pact to make sure that when sanity returns, no one decides to start shooting. Your people, military, and affiliates are not to shoot at or otherwise illegally harm our people, military, and affiliates, except after notifying the other side of the intent and getting assent to do so. This shall hold so long as the people in question clearly and openly identify themselves as belonging to one of us, through proclamation, flying of flags, or identifying markings. As collateral, we offer you a wheel of Ruturdenkurds by way of hostage. Yours, Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus From: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen To: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus Dear Sa Kraudkuno af this Raikh af sjite Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus, Kuno af alls sjit, We are equally saddened to hear your sadness, please find the attached handkerchief. We are intrigued by the offer of a non-aggression pact, however we have noticed a clear mistake in your offer, as it doesn't mention a reciprocation of these actions by your side to our side. Until this mistake has been fixed, I am forced not to sign, nor send you the reciprocation cheese. Yours, The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen |
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Post by Fleischmann on Sept 10, 2021 14:56:02 GMT
From: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus To: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen Kraudfekonds, We are saddened to hear of your rejection. Alternatively, we would also like to discuss the opportunity of stopping your people from accidentally starting a war neither of us want to fight. As we have been enjoying a recent thaw in our relations, it would only seem prudent to take advantage of this temporary insanity and formalise a proper non-aggression pact to make sure that when sanity returns, no one decides to start shooting. Your people, military, and affiliates are not to shoot at or otherwise illegally harm our people, military, and affiliates, except after notifying the other side of the intent and getting assent to do so. This shall hold so long as the people in question clearly and openly identify themselves as belonging to one of us, through proclamation, flying of flags, or identifying markings. As collateral, we offer you a wheel of Ruturdenkurds by way of hostage. Yours, Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus From: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen To: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus Dear Sa Kraudkuno af this Raikh af sjite Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus, Kuno af alls sjit, We are equally saddened to hear your sadness, please find the attached handkerchief. We are intrigued by the offer of a non-aggression pact, however we have noticed a clear mistake in your offer, as it doesn't mention a reciprocation of these actions by your side to our side. Until this mistake has been fixed, I am forced not to sign, nor send you the reciprocation cheese. Yours, The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen
To: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen
Thu Gamainsgoedhoro, Your handkerchief's humble nature is appreciated. We will naturally amend the terms to be reciprocal, though we are hurt that you would ever think we would do anything untoward to your peoples. As I am travelling to your country soon anyway, in order to visit my dear relatives there, I will naturally be coming to your country to properly ratify the terms. That said, find enclosed two copies of the preliminary treaty, both signed and sealed by me. Just add your signature to both of them and send one back, so that we can effect immediate non-aggression and sort out something more permanent later. Fek thuk, weis saihwan uns Framaurgins. Yours, Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus |
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Post by xander10 on Sept 10, 2021 14:59:38 GMT
From: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen To: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus Dear Sa Kraudkuno af this Raikh af sjite Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus, Kuno af alls sjit, We are equally saddened to hear your sadness, please find the attached handkerchief. We are intrigued by the offer of a non-aggression pact, however we have noticed a clear mistake in your offer, as it doesn't mention a reciprocation of these actions by your side to our side. Until this mistake has been fixed, I am forced not to sign, nor send you the reciprocation cheese. Yours, The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen
To: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen
Thu Gamainsgoedhoro, Your handkerchief's humble nature is appreciated. We will naturally amend the terms to be reciprocal, though we are hurt that you would ever think we would do anything untoward to your peoples. As I am travelling to your country soon anyway, in order to visit my dear relatives there, I will naturally be coming to your country to properly ratify the terms. That said, find enclosed two copies of the preliminary treaty, both signed and sealed by me. Just add your signature to both of them and send one back, so that we can effect immediate non-aggression and sort out something more permanent later. Fek thuk, weis saihwan uns Framaurgins. Yours, Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus |
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Post by Fleischmann on Sept 13, 2021 13:11:35 GMT
Having travelled for a leisurely week on the slowest ship he could find, Vauhoks was sadly arriving in Sheen. Before he could get to the part he enjoyed and see his relatives, he first had to sort out this non-aggression pact with Marston. He was a little shit, never big enough to be a proper forward when they were younger. He had played inside centre, whilst Vauhoks had played number eight.
It would be great to see him again and see compare notes on what the rest of their friends had been up to since he had joined the army. Two tug boats came alongside and guided his yacht into port.
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Post by xander10 on Sept 14, 2021 2:05:34 GMT
Having travelled for a leisurely week on the slowest ship he could find, Vauhoks was sadly arriving in Sheen. Before he could get to the part he enjoyed and see his relatives, he first had to sort out this non-aggression pact with Marsten. He was a little shit, never big enough to be a proper forward when they were younger. He had played inside centre, whilst Vauhoks had played number eight. It would be great to see him again and see compare notes on what the rest of their friends had been up to since he had joined the army. Two tug boats came alongside and guided his yacht into port. Orders were given out to give an 81 Gun Salute to the arriving Hauhkuno, with the Navy escorting the Sail ship into port. Garend Marston, His Family, and Vauhoks's Grandmother and his Auntie Selblom Qinstiljo. Crowds surrounded the arrival behind fencing that was guarded by both Police and the Port Authority, cheering and greeting the incoming Emperor. |
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Post by xander10 on Sept 14, 2021 12:51:49 GMT
'He is as slow as ever, that boy never could get to meals on time.' - Grandmother Karrianne, nee Cransnikov
'Probably from all the shit he told me he is King of' - Garend Marston
Grandmother Elects To Ignore That
'Oh, I heard he is bringing cheese, do you know if he is bringing his cute wife?' - Selblom
'Which one?' - Grandmother
'I believe it to be Anthiese, He seemed infatuated with her at the last meeting I was with him at'
'Oh, the giantess! I bet I could topple her, if given a chance.' - Says the one that is not even five feet tall
'Please, do not wrestle your nephew or his wife... He's probably feeling insecure as is after that salute.' - Grandma sagely says
Garend blushes at the thought of woman on woman action 'Indeed, leave the wrestling of your cousin to me'
'Oh? Balgi never told me you were into that sort of stuff... The three of you!' - Selblom says in mock scandal
'That would be because Balgi is too busy playing with his trai- I meant diplomatic wrestling you lady snatcher!'
'My, how slanderous! That has never been proven in court and you know it. If I had my sword...' - Selblom says, taking out her fan and snootily turning up her nose.
'I can give you the address of where Mayor Joneson keeps his many women.'
'Oh... I am sure I could drop by, I have recently gotten into stitchery and horse-riding...' - Says she, with a grin like a Cheshire cat.
The Grandmother visibly looks disturbed by the libertine attitudes of her family.
'Do not worry Fair Lady Karrianne, I am sure she means to pick up crochet and improve in Equestrian activities and nothing else of the sort'
Missing Balgi's teashop, she decides to simply take a seat and find someone to bring her something nice to drink - 'Oh, I am certain that to be true... It is not like I heard about her commissioning a portrait of herself to be sent to that poor Empress or like I heard about her recent decision to join a convent for all of three days before mysteriously disappearing with a few of the girls... No, not like I have been hearing any of that at all.'
'Well, anyway, I still need to find a cheese to be an equal trade to that that was sent to me by your Grandson, I mean, it's Ruturdenkurds... he knows I hate that stuff.'
'Might I suggest you give him a nice bottle of fortified wine? Something truly expensive, something he would absolutely love to open. After all, it is supposed to be a hostage...' - The Grandmother says, with an almost malicious glint in her eyes.
'That gives me a most Rodinian idea, Mr Rosenberg, fetch me the Imperial Ales selection please'
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Post by Fleischmann on Sept 14, 2021 13:37:38 GMT
As the imperial yacht made its leisurely way into port, the heavens above were split by the sound of near a hundred guns firing in salute. Vauhoks had been fiddling with the rudder sails when they opened fire and he could swear he felt his stomach leap into his throat and down into his guts when he saw and heard the coast unleash giant bursts of explosive firepower.
Thankfully, they had not actually been aiming at him and that was simply a salute, but the volume of it and the scale made him deeply regret not taking his battleship, even if it would have been faster in arriving here. As he was slowly taken into port by the tugs, he could see three figures ready to greet him as well as an honour guard. His aunt and grandmother were two of them... Of course they would come out to greet him.
Knowing now that he had to be on his best behaviour, he silently cursed about not being able to be quite as openly hostile as usual with Marston. A few moments later, he was coming off the ship and was greeted by the man in question. - 'Ah, Lord Mayor Marston, I hope my delays were not an issue for you. Sadly, I could not come as quickly as I thought, as my usual ship was required to deal with the Heelish threat.'
'No, no, of course not, I understand perfectly. If I may, I would like to present you this fine vintage of Rodinan Imperial Stout, barrel aged for thirteen years in Haarskalsbeur barrels by the Pullman and Son's Brewery. I am told it is a fairly rare one these days and quite sweet. It is not quite as strong as some of your beers, but I think you would enjoy it all the same.'
Taking the bottle and looking it over suspiciously at first, Vauhoks was shocked to see that it was indeed what had been described! A truly legendary beer...
'Oh, my dear Marston... I do not know what to say. Would you be so kind to drink this with me?' - As he said this, he began the process of finding a knife to open the bottle with so he could taste some of the sweet nectar within.
'Open it?! Dear lord, no! That is your hostage and that would be an act of war!' - Cried the Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen, ruler of the Associated Cities of Sheen, former star inside centre, friend of Balgi, classmate of Vauhoks, and now destroyer of dreams and all that is good.
Hearing these words, the Hauhkuno knew that he had been played. Here he was, with a bottle that he could never open, that would over time become more vintage and more alluring to all that saw it... It would only continue to age with time, becoming greater with time... And he... He could not open it! He knew that war would come if he harmed this hostage, with its brilliant vermilion wax seal and intricate brewer's mark.
Slowly, longingly, and robotically, he replaced the bottle in its protective casing and felt part of his soul leave him and linger with the bottle. This had been a defeat of epic proportions and he could not even retaliate.
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Post by xander10 on Sept 14, 2021 14:04:17 GMT
I understand your pain, Friend. You may expect I had similar feelings when I realised I could not throw away that blasted cheese of yours.
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Post by Fleischmann on Sept 14, 2021 14:19:10 GMT
Feeling a growing urge to rapidly and repeatedly introduce the Right Honourable Lord Mayor to his Most Imperial and Royal Fist for his exiguous employment of good will and noesis when it comes to forfeiting, the Hauhkuno managed to not indulge in the behaviour that had earned him his name and instead thanked the Lord Mayor for his kind words of comfort.
'I would like to introduce my new wife, the Hauhqene Anthiese Vallaria Adiris Cecilia Christophersdauhtar Divinus af hize Dalin en von Marcum-Eincrois en Alerali'i.' - As he said this, a giant woman stepped forward and offered her hand to Marston and was in turn properly greeted, she was quite obviously with child. 'She has come with so as to be introduced to the Urhauhqene, she will also be attending the signing as well.'
After exchanging some more diplomatic pleasantries, the Hauhkuno and Hauhqene went and exchanged gifts and words with their relatives. This went on for close to half an hour before they finally separated and were ready to continue on.
'If you would not mind, we would like to sign this treaty now.'
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Post by xander10 on Sept 14, 2021 14:59:50 GMT
Feeling a growing urge to rapidly and repeatedly introduce the Right Honourable Lord Mayor to his Most Imperial and Royal First for his exiguous employment of good will and noesis when it comes to forfeiting, the Hauhkuno managed to not indulge in the behaviour that had earned him his name and instead thanked the Lord Mayor for his kind words of comfort. 'I would like to introduce my new wife, the Hauhqene Anthiese Vallaria Adiris Cecilia Christophersdauhtar Divinus af hize Dalin en von Marcum-Eincrois en Alerali'i.' - As he said this, a giant woman stepped forward and offered her hand to Marston and was in turn properly greeted, she was quite obviously with child. 'She has come with so as to be introduced to the Urhauhqene, she will also be attending the signing as well.' After exchanging some more diplomatic pleasantries, the Hauhkuno and Hauhqene went and exchanged gifts and words with their relatives. This went on for close to half an hour before they finally separated and were ready to continue on. 'If you would not mind, we would like to sign this treaty now.' Unfurling the two copies that had been sent the week before, Marston handed the Hundisch copy of course to his counterpart, keeping the Sheenish copy for himself. "Well now, the hostages have been exchanged, the greetings done, and Balgi has been sent the model train he requested from both of us. I hope you have remembered to send him the elevated rail parts as agreed." Clearing his throat and signing the documents, stamping with the city seal, he continued. "Well, with this now signed and verified as being from both of us, we can get onto the real matter at hand. I want good cheese, you want good beer." |
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Post by Fleischmann on Sept 14, 2021 15:16:53 GMT
Feeling a growing urge to rapidly and repeatedly introduce the Right Honourable Lord Mayor to his Most Imperial and Royal Fist for his exiguous employment of good will and noesis when it comes to forfeiting, the Hauhkuno managed to not indulge in the behaviour that had earned him his name and instead thanked the Lord Mayor for his kind words of comfort. 'I would like to introduce my new wife, the Hauhqene Anthiese Vallaria Adiris Cecilia Christophersdauhtar Divinus af hize Dalin en von Marcum-Eincrois en Alerali'i.' - As he said this, a giant woman stepped forward and offered her hand to Marston and was in turn properly greeted, she was quite obviously with child. 'She has come with so as to be introduced to the Urhauhqene, she will also be attending the signing as well.' After exchanging some more diplomatic pleasantries, the Hauhkuno and Hauhqene went and exchanged gifts and words with their relatives. This went on for close to half an hour before they finally separated and were ready to continue on. 'If you would not mind, we would like to sign this treaty now.' Unfurling the two copies that had been sent the week before, Marston handed the Hundisch copy of course to his counterpart, keeping the Sheenish copy for himself. "Well now, the hostages have been exchanged, the greetings done, and Balgi has been sent the model train he requested from both of us. I hope you have remembered to send him the elevated rail parts as agreed." Clearing his throat and signing the documents, stamping with the city seal, he continued. "Well, with this now signed and verified as being from both of us, we can get onto the real matter at hand. I want good cheese, you want good beer." Looking at the man across from him, he knew that advantage was not to be had. He had brought some extra cheeses and sausages from home, the really good and smoke cheeses that spread well on crackers and the slightly spicy sausages. If he could get good beer out of this, all they would need is some pickle and they would be in business. Summoning one of his aides, he had the cheese and sausages placed before him. They were not unwrapped and they were not offered, they were firmly in front of him and him alone. 'I believe I have that which you desire, but I believe certain things are missing to make this transaction complete.' Naturally of course, he had also made sure to get O gauge trains and track for his uncle. While he was not interested in politics, he had become somewhat of a national treasure and was now rather famous for his writings on Laufdrigkanen. It would not do to ignore him, especially since Vauhoks did actually enjoy his company. |
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Post by xander10 on Sept 14, 2021 15:32:24 GMT
Unfurling the two copies that had been sent the week before, Marston handed the Hundisch copy of course to his counterpart, keeping the Sheenish copy for himself. "Well now, the hostages have been exchanged, the greetings done, and Balgi has been sent the model train he requested from both of us. I hope you have remembered to send him the elevated rail parts as agreed." Clearing his throat and signing the documents, stamping with the city seal, he continued. "Well, with this now signed and verified as being from both of us, we can get onto the real matter at hand. I want good cheese, you want good beer." Looking at the man across from him, he knew that advantage was not to be had. He had brought some extra cheeses and sausages from home, the really good and smoke cheeses that spread well on crackers and the slightly spicy sausages. If he could get good beer out of this, all they would need is some pickle and they would be in business. Summoning one of his aides, he had the cheese and sausages placed before him. They were not unwrapped and they were not offered, they were firmly in front of him and him alone. 'I believe I have that which you desire, but I believe certain things are missing to make this transaction complete.' Naturally of course, he had also made sure to get O gauge trains and track for his uncle. While he was not interested in politics, he had become somewhat of a national treasure and was now rather famous for his writings on Laufdrigkanen. It would not do to ignore him, especially since Vauhoks did actually enjoy his company. Garend Marston saw the Cheeses, and additional Sausage, and saw that it was the good shit. He snapped his fingers, and out was brought the fine ales selection, including the bottle he seeked, a fine ale that had been brewed specifically in case Vauhoks's grandfather was ever to come and visit, this Ale he sought was the most ridiculous ever brewed, A smoked barleywine, freeze concentrated till it was as strong as Hard Liquor, barrel aged for 20 years, and bottle conditioned for the past 15 years. The Beer was labelled "Gulf 20" in honour of it's intended recipient and it's age when removed from the barrels. Garend Marston had had the Other bottle that was made and knew of it's legendary flavours, Smokey as a plate of Bacon, bitter like Peychaud's, sweet like more bacon, and savoury like bacon. The Mouthfeel would blow the mind Vauhoks for sure! "This good enough?" he said with a smile. |
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Post by Fleischmann on Sept 14, 2021 15:38:58 GMT
Looking at the man across from him, he knew that advantage was not to be had. He had brought some extra cheeses and sausages from home, the really good and smoke cheeses that spread well on crackers and the slightly spicy sausages. If he could get good beer out of this, all they would need is some pickle and they would be in business. Summoning one of his aides, he had the cheese and sausages placed before him. They were not unwrapped and they were not offered, they were firmly in front of him and him alone. 'I believe I have that which you desire, but I believe certain things are missing to make this transaction complete.' Naturally of course, he had also made sure to get O gauge trains and track for his uncle. While he was not interested in politics, he had become somewhat of a national treasure and was now rather famous for his writings on Laufdrigkanen. It would not do to ignore him, especially since Vauhoks did actually enjoy his company. Garend Marston saw the Cheeses, and additional Sausage, and saw that it was the good shit. He snapped his fingers, and out was brought the fine ales selection, including the bottle he seeked, a fine ale that had been brewed specifically in case Vauhoks's grandfather was ever to come and visit, this Ale he sought was the most ridiculous ever brewed, A smoked barleywine, freeze concentrated till it was as strong as Hard Liquor, barrel aged for 20 years, and bottle conditioned for the past 15 years. The Beer was labelled "Gulf 20" in honour of it's intended recipient and it's age when removed from the barrels. Garend Marston had had the Other bottle that was made and knew of it's legendary flavours, Smokey as a plate of Bacon, bitter like Peychaud's, sweet like more bacon, and savoury like bacon. The Mouthfeel would blow the mind Vauhoks for sure! "This good enough?" he said with a smile. He did not know this beer... But he knew that the Sheenish could produce good stuff. Weighing up the options, he realised that he could simply throttle his counterpart if the beer ended up being a lie. Tactfully and in a dignified manner, he pushed the cheese and sausages towards the centre of the table and then stretched over to get the beer. 'Give me the bottle, damn you!' - He said, in a manner that was not in anyway undignified. He needed to get that damn bottle, decorum be damned! |
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Post by xander10 on Sept 14, 2021 15:40:51 GMT
Garend Marston saw the Cheeses, and additional Sausage, and saw that it was the good shit. He snapped his fingers, and out was brought the fine ales selection, including the bottle he seeked, a fine ale that had been brewed specifically in case Vauhoks's grandfather was ever to come and visit, this Ale he sought was the most ridiculous ever brewed, A smoked barleywine, freeze concentrated till it was as strong as Hard Liquor, barrel aged for 20 years, and bottle conditioned for the past 15 years. The Beer was labelled "Gulf 20" in honour of it's intended recipient and it's age when removed from the barrels. Garend Marston had had the Other bottle that was made and knew of it's legendary flavours, Smokey as a plate of Bacon, bitter like Peychaud's, sweet like more bacon, and savoury like bacon. The Mouthfeel would blow the mind Vauhoks for sure! "This good enough?" he said with a smile. He did not know this beer... But he knew that the Sheenish could produce good stuff. Weighing up the options, he realised that he could simply throttle his counterpart if the beer ended up being a lie. Tactfully and in a dignified manner, he pushed the cheese and sausages towards the centre of the table and then stretched over to get the beer. 'Give me the bottle, damn you!' - He said, in a manner that was not in anyway undignified. He needed to get that damn bottle, decorum be damned! Passing over the bottle carefully, and not so carefully taking and smelling the cheeses, The Lord Mayor got straight to business with "doing a customs check" on the traded goods. |
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Post by Fleischmann on Sept 14, 2021 15:47:41 GMT
He did not know this beer... But he knew that the Sheenish could produce good stuff. Weighing up the options, he realised that he could simply throttle his counterpart if the beer ended up being a lie. Tactfully and in a dignified manner, he pushed the cheese and sausages towards the centre of the table and then stretched over to get the beer. 'Give me the bottle, damn you!' - He said, in a manner that was not in anyway undignified. He needed to get that damn bottle, decorum be damned! Passing over the bottle carefully, and not so carefully taking and smelling the cheeses, The Lord Mayor got straight to business with "doing a customs check" on the traded goods. Happy with the trade off, the Hauhkuno took out his knife and removed the wax seal and stopper. He was instantly hit by the most campfire-like smell he had ever gotten from a beer. It smelled... Mostly like candied bacon, with notes of vanilla and even something similar to soy sauce. Receiving a snifter, he carefully lifted the glass and poured into it at a forty-five degree angle. The colour was dark, with the thin parts having a very rich reddish colour to them, but it otherwise looking like jet. Its nature was that of a syrup, almost mocking in how slowly it poured and how smooth it appeared. Once he had gotten a good starting portion, he took a deep smell of it and confirmed that it indeed smelled like everything good in life. As he lifted it up and took a taste, he was certain that he had made the right choice in this trade. He enjoyed its taste for a moment before then grabbing his own share of the food and offering a glass to his theoretical friend. Things like this were meant to be shared. 'To peace in our time!' |
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Post by Fleischmann on Oct 15, 2021 18:38:13 GMT
After news had arrived of the terrible fate of the hostages, new ones were arranged quickly. From out the Raikh, a cheese the sharpness of which could make a dragon breath fire, was brought forth. It was handed to one of the local representatives of the Raikh, a Mikkel Hitčkok. He was entrusted with the protection and delivery of the hostage to the Sheenish government.
The events that transpired next are unclear, but when he arrived before Garend Marston, it is said that he looked as haggard and drained of life as a man that had gone through several miles of trenches. His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing unsteady, and his clothes soiled. He carried the desecrated body of the hostage under one arm, sweating buckets as he did so. As he was asked to present it, he opened up the packaging and simple stated 'The cheese is dead, I volunteer as tribute.' before then stepping forward and eyeing his host.
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Post by xander10 on Oct 15, 2021 19:01:38 GMT
After news had arrived of the terrible fate of the hostages, new ones were arranged quickly. From out the Raikh, a cheese the sharpness of which could make a dragon breath fire, was brought forth. It was handed to one of the local representatives of the Raikh, a Mikkel Hitčkok. He was entrusted with the protection and delivery of the hostage to the Sheenish government. The events that transpired next are unclear, but when he arrived before Garend Marston, it is said that he looked as haggard and drained of life as a man that had gone through several miles of trenches. His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing unsteady, and his clothes soiled. He carried the desecrated body of the hostage under one arm, sweating buckets as he did so. As he was asked to present it, he opened up the packaging and simple stated 'The cheese is dead, I volunteer as tribute.' before then stepping forward and eyeing his host. On seeing the Hostage he had to work with, Garend sighed and then continued "Mr George, please bring our hostage" David George reached over into a box and presented a bottle of common whisky, signed by Thomas Joneson to make it seem more valuable. "As you can see Mr Hitčkok, we deliver our hostages securely. Mr Bernard, please see that the Representative is taken to a comfortable house and kept under constant guard and surveilance at all times. At least we won't have to keep a cheese from going bad this time." |
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