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Post by xander10 on Jul 24, 2021 21:54:26 GMT
Greetings, Gentlemen. As we all know, there has been great demand from each of our peoples for quick and safe transit directly between the Port of Sheen and the Port of Morthal, to connect with the greater Hundisch diaspora. As such, for two nations known for their nautical heritage, it is in the belief of the City of Sheen Port Authority that the construction of Ocean Liners that run regular routes between the two ports would be highly beneficial to both nations, bringing greater prosperity to both, furthermore we believe it will be the perfect time to build the largest and most impressive non naval ships the world, showing our nations technological and nautical prowess through a new and even more visible method.
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Post by Fleischmann on Jul 24, 2021 22:11:26 GMT
Greetings, Gentlemen. As we all know, there has been great demand from each of our peoples for quick and safe transit directly between the Port of Sheen and the Port of Morthal, to connect with the greater Hundisch diaspora. As such, for two nations known for their nautical heritage, it is in the belief of the City of Sheen Port Authority that the construction of Ocean Liners that run regular routes between the two ports would be highly beneficial to both nations, bringing greater prosperity to both, furthermore we believe it will be the perfect time to build the largest and most impressive non naval ships the world, showing our nations technological and nautical prowess through a new and even more visible method. Suddenly being accosted by a strange man in what appeared to all the world to be a cocked hat made of feathers, a red coat with the better part of a bison's coat making its lining, and a silver and gold dinner plate hanging off of a chain around his neck, Fluttfads Horn considered whether or not he had possibly drunk too much during the naval conference, as he was now obviously hallucinating and seeing a man from a storybook appear before him. Not wanting to be rude to the man, he bowed and grabbed a hold of a random bureaucrat to ensure that proper procedures could be followed. Realing that he might not be hallucinating and having a tickling memory at the back of his head nagging at him, he returns to the man and addresses him as best he can. 'I would be honoured to accompany the Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marsten of the City of Sheen and engage him in such negotations as might be considered profitable...' Pausing a moment, the admiral tried to steady himself and stop the spinning. 'Respective states. Please, lead the way to your preferred place of ne-neg-nago- business!' |
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Post by xander10 on Jul 24, 2021 22:22:16 GMT
Suddenly being accosted by a strange man in what appeared to all the world to be a cocked hat made of feathers, a red coat with the better part of a bison's coat making its lining, and a silver and gold dinner plate hanging off of a chain around his neck, Fluttfads Horn considered whether or not he had possibly drunk too much during the naval conference, as he was now obviously hallucinating and seeing a man from a storybook appear before him. Not wanting to be rude to the man, he bowed and grabbed a hold of a random bureaucrat to ensure that proper procedures could be followed. Realing that he might not be hallucinating and having a tickling memory at the back of his head nagging at him, he returns to the man and addresses him as best he can. 'I would be honoured to accompany the Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marsten of the City of Sheen and engage him in such negotations as might be considered profitable...' Pausing a moment, the admiral tried to steady himself and stop the spinning. 'Respective states. Please, lead the way to your preferred place of ne-neg-nago- business!' Having seen the state of the Gothic Admiral, The Lord Mayor got straight down to business leading the Admiral to a side room within the citadel where business could be conducted away from the prying eyes of other state's representatives. So Fluttfads Horn, If our nations jointly run an ocean line with the finest, most lavishly decorated ocean liners, not only shall we profit immensely due to demand, we shall also show how great each of our nations are, leaving all other nations in shame of how pitiful their shipbuilders are compared to ours! Just think about it! Signing JOLT would lead to great ships of, say, forty thousand tons, nay! fifty thousand tons bringing our people closer together, and giving each of our peoples a taste for our produce, helping boost our trade ties further. There is no downside to signing, only glory and prosperity beyond what either of us could imagine. |
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Post by Fleischmann on Jul 24, 2021 22:31:06 GMT
Suddenly being accosted by a strange man in what appeared to all the world to be a cocked hat made of feathers, a red coat with the better part of a bison's coat making its lining, and a silver and gold dinner plate hanging off of a chain around his neck, Fluttfads Horn considered whether or not he had possibly drunk too much during the naval conference, as he was now obviously hallucinating and seeing a man from a storybook appear before him. Not wanting to be rude to the man, he bowed and grabbed a hold of a random bureaucrat to ensure that proper procedures could be followed. Realing that he might not be hallucinating and having a tickling memory at the back of his head nagging at him, he returns to the man and addresses him as best he can. 'I would be honoured to accompany the Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marsten of the City of Sheen and engage him in such negotations as might be considered profitable...' Pausing a moment, the admiral tried to steady himself and stop the spinning. 'Respective states. Please, lead the way to your preferred place of ne-neg-nago- business!' Having seen the state of the Gothic Admiral, The Lord Mayor got straight down to business leading the Admiral to a side room within the citadel where business could be conducted away from the prying eyes of other state's representatives. So Fluttfads Horn, If our nations jointly run an ocean line with the finest, most lavishly decorated ocean liners, not only shall we profit immensely due to demand, we shall also show how great each of our nations are, leaving all other nations in shame of how pitiful their shipbuilders are compared to ours! Just think about it! Signing JOLT would lead to great ships of, say, forty thousand tons, nay! fifty thousand tons bringing our people closer together, and giving each of our peoples a taste for our produce, helping boost our trade ties further. There is no downside to signing, only glory and prosperity beyond what either of us could imagine. Ah... Nice big ships. He had mentioned big ships! Oh, how Horn would love to have more big ships. He had often imagined his own ships as fine women, with their guns being representative of their... Guns. Oh, and fast ships too! For some reason, the clerk kept on pestering Horn and trying to tell him something, breaking him out of his musings. Waving him off, Horn focused on the prospect of bigger and faster ships and what sounded like the promise of more drinks. Thinking through the idea and nodding ever so sagely with his eyes closed, he began to speak: 'With nice big guns too... Yes! I want to work with you on making your ocean-things a reality! I just ask... Please, may we put women on the prows as figureheads? I believe wholeheartedly that ships are like fine women, and need to be represented as such!' He realised that he had raised his voice a bit high there. 'So yes, what are your terms?' |
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Post by xander10 on Jul 24, 2021 22:38:28 GMT
Ah... Nice big ships. He had mentioned big ships! Oh, how Horn would love to have more big ships. He had often imagined his own ships as fine women, with their guns being representative of their... Guns. Oh, and fast ships too! For some reason, the clerk kept on pestering Horn and trying to tell him something, breaking him out of his musings. Waving him off, Horn focused on the prospect of bigger and faster ships and what sounded like the promise of more drinks. Thinking through the idea and nodding ever so sagely with his eyes closed, he began to speak: 'With nice big guns too... Yes! I want to work with you on making your ocean-things a reality! I just ask... Please, may we put women on the prows as figureheads? I believe wholeheartedly that ships are like fine women, and need to be represented as such!' He realised that he had raised his voice a bit high there. 'So yes, what are your terms?' My Terms are thus, we build these ships and run a constant service between the two cities, Women as figureheads would be fantastic, though we must find an excellent statuemaker to create these figureheads as fine as possible! Most importantly though, these ships must act like hotels at sea for all who take the voyage, as to make it the greatest example of our two country's greatness we can possibly have. Finally my good friend, I must request you sample the finest cider from the City of David. Passing the Admiral a bottle of 1880s vintage Oo Arr Piney meadows Cider Back home this is how we signify the beginning of something wonderful! |
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Post by Fleischmann on Jul 24, 2021 22:44:57 GMT
Ah... Nice big ships. He had mentioned big ships! Oh, how Horn would love to have more big ships. He had often imagined his own ships as fine women, with their guns being representative of their... Guns. Oh, and fast ships too! For some reason, the clerk kept on pestering Horn and trying to tell him something, breaking him out of his musings. Waving him off, Horn focused on the prospect of bigger and faster ships and what sounded like the promise of more drinks. Thinking through the idea and nodding ever so sagely with his eyes closed, he began to speak: 'With nice big guns too... Yes! I want to work with you on making your ocean-things a reality! I just ask... Please, may we put women on the prows as figureheads? I believe wholeheartedly that ships are like fine women, and need to be represented as such!' He realised that he had raised his voice a bit high there. 'So yes, what are your terms?' My Terms are thus, we build these ships and run a constant service between the two cities, Women as figureheads would be fantastic, though we must find an excellent statuemaker to create these figureheads as fine as possible! Most importantly though, these ships must act like hotels at sea for all who take the voyage, as to make it the greatest example of our two country's greatness we can possibly have. Finally my good friend, I must request you sample the finest cider from the City of David. Passing the Admiral a bottle of 1880s vintage Oo Arr Piney meadows Cider Back home this is how we signify the beginning of something wonderful! Grabbing a hold of the bottle, Horny gladly took a swig of cider. It was not as sweet or as thick as the Marschallmahl, but it tasted so very much like bubbly apples and fire that he could not help but enjoy it. Forcibly grabbing and dragging the clerk back towards the Right Honourable Lord Mayor Supreme of Somewhere-over-Rainbow, he then gave the man a look that said that he would personally fillet him if he tried to run away and ruin the Fluttfads' dream of ships with ladies on them. 'I hereby agree to these terms... As witnessed by this man...' He gave a squeeze on the man's shoulder to make sure he affirmed it. 'And swear that we will make the biggest and mostest bombastic battle-hotels in the world, as so stipulated by... My associate here.' |
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Post by xander10 on Jul 24, 2021 22:51:08 GMT
Grabbing a hold of the bottle, Horny gladly took a swig of cider. It was not as sweet or as thick as the Marschallmahl, but it tasted so very much like bubbly apples and fire that he could not help but enjoy it. Forcibly grabbing and dragging the clerk back towards the Right Honourable Lord Mayor Supreme of Somewhere-over-Rainbow, he then gave the man a look that said that he would personally fillet him if he tried to run away and ruin the Fluttfads' dream of ships with ladies on them. 'I hereby agree to these terms... As witnessed by this man...' He gave a squeeze on the man's shoulder to make sure he affirmed it. 'And swear that we will make the biggest and mostest bombastic battle-hotels in the world, as so stipulated by... My associate here.' Shaking Hands with the Admiral and rolling out the two copies of the Treaty to be signed and affirmed, The Lord Mayor signed the Treaty clearly in the areas for the City of Sheen representative, and had the ahem affirmant, sign the documents too. Finally he passed it to the Admiral to officially sign... |
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Post by Fleischmann on Jul 24, 2021 22:56:28 GMT
Grabbing a hold of the bottle, Horny gladly took a swig of cider. It was not as sweet or as thick as the Marschallmahl, but it tasted so very much like bubbly apples and fire that he could not help but enjoy it. Forcibly grabbing and dragging the clerk back towards the Right Honourable Lord Mayor Supreme of Somewhere-over-Rainbow, he then gave the man a look that said that he would personally fillet him if he tried to run away and ruin the Fluttfads' dream of ships with ladies on them. 'I hereby agree to these terms... As witnessed by this man...' He gave a squeeze on the man's shoulder to make sure he affirmed it. 'And swear that we will make the biggest and mostest bombastic battle-hotels in the world, as so stipulated by... My associate here.' Shaking Hands with the Admiral and rolling out the two copies of the Treaty to be signed and affirmed, The Lord Mayor signed the Treaty clearly in the areas for the City of Sheen representative, and had the ahem affirmant, sign the documents too. Finally he passed it to the Admiral to officially sign... Seeing the document, Horn began the process of writing his name... And then stopped when he realised he had gone a bit slanted and started again from the top. He started again, using both hands and dropping the bottle on the floor without a second thought. He scrawled with extreme determination out his name, forgetting to put the accents for the vowels in his name, but there was only one, and then cut his hand and smeared some blood on the treaty for good measure in case anyone tried to question his signature. Looking at the shaking clerk, the admiral then emitted a low and animalistic growl and grunt to get the man to sign as well, before then cutting his hand and forcibly smudging his blood on the document too. Victorious, Horn sat down on the floor and picked up the bottle to continue drinking what had not spilled out of it. |
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Post by xander10 on Jul 24, 2021 23:06:35 GMT
Shaking Hands with the Admiral and rolling out the two copies of the Treaty to be signed and affirmed, The Lord Mayor signed the Treaty clearly in the areas for the City of Sheen representative, and had the ahem affirmant, sign the documents too. Finally he passed it to the Admiral to officially sign... Seeing the document, Horn began the process of writing his name... And then stopped when he realised he had gone a bit slanted and started again from the top. He started again, using both hands and dropping the bottle on the floor without a second thought. He scrawled with extreme determination out his name, forgetting to put the accents for the vowels in his name, but there was only one, and then cutting his hand and smearing some blood on the treaty for good measure in case anyone tried to question his signature. Looking at the shaking clerk, the admiral then emitted a low and animalistic growl and grunt to get the man to sign as well, before then cutting his hand and forcibly smudging his blood on the document too. Victorious, Horn sat down on the floor and picked up the bottle to continue drinking what had not spilled out of it. Looking at what had just happened, the Lord Mayor decided to take the Sheenish copy of the treaty and head out of the room before the Cider turned the admiral into a complete Davidian. 'Well Admiral, it appears we have a treaty! I will allow you to take your copy to your government, and if you ever need more cider, just send word to me and I'll get you a barrel!' Before the admiral became completely insane, the Lord Mayor swiftly left the affirment to his fate. |
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