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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Jun 16, 2021 4:24:30 GMT
Blana Gasca sits at his desk. On the expensive wooden desk sits a document brought to him recently by one of the Suverans. It speaks of a treaty to limit the production of new warships. Even if it wasn't prepetualy. The Solda's, Salupa's and Tesc's wouldn't like this at all. However, Moderal couldn't be seen as a war mongering nation. This would be intresting.
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Jun 16, 2021 4:43:52 GMT
Blana Gasca sighed, this would require personal attention. He stood up from his luxurious chair and walked out of his office. He walked down the long corridals nodding to various relatives and Suveran friends who were sitting at their own desks. It was a large building so the walk to Mihai's office on the opposite side was a long one. He rapped briskly on the polished wood door. It was not long after when a smooth voice called out, asking him to come in. He entered the room, it was similar to his office with slight changes. The pictures were slightly different showing the faces of Mihais family rather than his own. The chair and desk were the same but the flag on the wall showed a different colour, a black star instead of a red one.
"I assume you saw the invitation from Saladen." began Blana. After recieving Mihai's affirmation he continued. "I am going to send Eduard, and was hoping you would agree with sending Marius?"
"If Marius isn't on assignment, I am fine with that." replied Mihai, quietly.
"Thank you, now if you will excuse me I need to go talk to the Solda's."
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Jun 23, 2021 2:24:33 GMT
The Morning was cold as Blana Gasca stepped onto his personal ship, crewed by his loyal guards left over from the days when he controlled the Military, his families personel would slowly dissapear as they died and no one was hired to replace them. They would be replaced by less loyal guards from the military families. Hopefully that wouldn't happen in his lifetime. He wrapped his coat tighter around him as the engine started up and the ship began moving, causing cold air to flow qiucker and quicker around him. The journey to the Solda's small island to the south of Gaia wasn't a long one but the air didn't get much warmer at this time of year.
After a short journey, the ship arrived at the island owned by the Solda. A small settlement with a few shops, some large buildings which he knew to be the barracks and a large manor house where the Solda family lived. On the other side of the small town was the naval docks, where around ten ships floated with only guards and look-outs posted in this time of peace. Blana Gasca made his way up the winding cobblestone path to the manor, seeking it's master Mihai.
After being directed to where Mihai had his office by the butler. Blana Gasca pushed the fancy door open to reveal yet another office, quite similar to his own. "There has been an invitation." He began.
"Of what kind," replied Mihai shortly.
"An invitation to attend the writing of a Naval treaty. I have responded in the affirmative."
"where."
"Morthal."
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Jun 24, 2021 2:33:00 GMT
Across the cold Chol Ocean a telegraph receiver slowley started to print out a message.
"TREATY IN MORTHAL. PREPARE FLEET -MIHAI."
the nervous secretary quickly ran down the hall to where Florin's office was. This was important.
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Jun 28, 2021 4:04:47 GMT
A ship sets out from Gaia. It is decorated with finery, gold and silver forming intricate patterns on the black hull. As the ship powers out of the harbour it is joined by four more ships, these ones without decoration only metal hull plating shining in the summer sun. They manuver around the black ship and form into a square. The ships turn east and begin sailing into the rising sun. On board are four prominent members of Moderelian society, Marius Suveran, Stelian Salupa, Calin Solda, and Rodica Gasca. Along with the appropriate amounts of protection from the Hartie family.
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Jun 29, 2021 6:46:55 GMT
Marius Suveran looked out the window at the black and silver ship that lay anchored in the bay, escorts anchored around it. His companion Rodica was getting shouted out by Calin and Adrian Tesc. Rodica had apparently sent a telegram to Saladen informing them they would be bringing a whole Corsa. Apparently that was far to many to bring to a navy treaty, and that they would only be bringing a single Troncas consisting of the newest ships that the Salupa and Tesc family had to offer. Marius finnaly interupted
"It doesn't matter how many ships we plan to bring if we don't get there on time, and we are due to leave in an hour. So, Rodica fix your mistake and the rest of us will head out to the ship and prepare to depart for Morthal."
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