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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Dec 25, 2021 19:52:36 GMT
Distant sounds of commotion echoed from a newly built airfield on the outskirts of Magalhães. The Maiden Flight of the first MATS dirigible, the Majesty, was about to begin. Passengers, ranging from Noblemen, Scholars, and even businessmen, flocked to their seats. The Destination: The Capital of the Imperium Divinum, Saint Helena.
"All aboard!" Could be heard from the loudspeakers in the little ground terminal. Inside, the passengers were being given complimentary drinks, and the captain was personally thanking each one for putting their trust in this new venture. As the final checks were made, the Captain addressed everyone present, before heading back to the ship's cockpit.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Maiden flight of the Majesty. I hope you are all comfortable in your seats, and that you find conditions inside acceptable. please fasten your seatbelts, the flight is about to begin. Once again, the Magdali Air Transportation Service thanks you all for your patronage."
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Post by imperialyehud on Dec 25, 2021 20:01:23 GMT
Yehudian people watch with interest, images of the flying beast making their way to the cities of Bethlehem and Vila Fun Feyer. Immediately, questions fly. "How do we do this?" "How fast is it?" "Can we put guns on it?"
Almost immediately, engineers are working on an idea... They had already seen the images of the 'planes' other nations flew, so, they begin experimenting with merged designs. The Emperors themselves send letters bearing questions and inquiries about the ship to Magdalenum.
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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Dec 26, 2021 16:19:30 GMT
Throngs of plebeians gathered round the docking site of the zeppelin, buzzing with excitement over the first such commercial vessel ever to reach Divinium. Men from the St. Helena Tribune mixed among the crowds waiting to board, or gathered to enjoy the spectacle. A few Magisters from the Imperial Diet sat on an elevated platform above the crowd, happy for the chance to make their faces known among the populace who might decide their position in the upcoming elections.
Despite their presence, the absence of the Empress had deflated the moods of the crowd somewhat. They rarely got a chance to see the Star of Divinium in person since she had ascended the throne.
In the Argent Palace though, it had been made quite clear that the councilors did not wish Catherine to be present, given the airship incident that had sent Duom Asderoderia spiraling into the mess it was today. She was instead sat in Councilor Retorts’ office, pouring over estate maps. “Should this line open up Divinium for Magdali immigrants, we’ll need to find a place where they will fit into the empire without upending the current order”, he had warned her.
There was some truth in it. A few men could diffuse into the lords estates easily enough. But in large enough numbers, it would be disaster. The Empires boarders had expended rapidly under Catherine’s reign, and she hoped there was some corner of it she could push them into without much fuss.
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Dec 26, 2021 20:20:49 GMT
Amongst the passengers pouring out from the dirigible, came a Nobleman by the name of Nuno de Távora. While his status as a Nobleman and a distant relation of the Roques was something that distinguished him from the rest of the crowd, his actual purpose was academical. Nuno had seldom cared for his noble status, and was instead much more invested in his pursuit of Historical studies. He had come to personally share his breakthroughs with the Scholars in the Universities at Saint Helena. After being incessantly pestered by Tribune reporters, he managed to shuffle through the crowd and left for the streets.
"Excuse me," Said Nuno to a passerby, mustering his best Divinan Latin. "Could you tell me where the University is exactly?"
He was given vague, but good enough directions. He still hoped that he would find a mode of transportation to reach it faster, but for now, he journeyed forth on foot through the streets of the crowded capital.
Back at the terminal, a businessman by the name of Alexandre Gomes shuffled through the crowd to reach his chauffeur. He had arranged a meeting with a DOC representative and came to represent the Magdali Order of Merchants.
"You know were to go!" He said, in broken Latin with a thick Magdali accent. "If you get there faster, I might tip you. Handsomely."
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