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I'm old. A Santa beard would be just fine.
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The Saint Mark Angels were gathered in front of a whiteboard in a hotel conference room. The celebratory mood over having made the Round of 16 had softened and was now mixed with a dose of anxiety. Coach Rodeberg was going over strategy.
"You all know that Cambria's Union Football is an excellent team. You also know that even the best teams can be vanquished with the right game plan and focus. They're a very aggressive team and we're strong on defense. We aren't going to beat them by trying to match their offense at this stage of the tournament. We will play to our strength. We're going to set up in a 4-2-3-1 looking for some balance and flexibility. The two defensive midfielders will protect the back four, and if they drop in, the outside backs can join in on the offense. We'll still have 8 in our own half when defending. Like the 4-3-3, pressing the ball high up the pitch can create turnovers. We need to watch for Montero, of course ... Dragonhart and Trecoup, that will be your focus. We effectively guard our home while trying to create openings for Westley. Don't take Meredith for granted either. He will be ready."
The team spent the next couple of hours reviewing the plan and then boarded the bus to take them out for practice on the pitch, anxiety slowing being replaced with determination.
- United Adaikes, Giovanniland, Nox and 3 others
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A Joint Post Between Saint Mark and Giovanniland
Prince Marcarius arrived with Clarkson at the beautifully inlaid door of King Giovanni’s suite and knocked. He looked forward to this tea. His visits with His Majesty were always cordial … and with everything that had been happening, the prince needed to chat with a friend.
King Giovanni then opened the door. “Your Serene Highness, it’s great to see you!”, he said, and invited the Prince to sit at a carefully prepared table for the occasion.
“I’m delighted to see you as well, Your Majesty!” the prince replied as he took his seat. He noted that the king’s suite, which was just down the hall from his own, was very similar. The heavy drapes were purple instead of gold and the sitting room seemed a bit larger, but otherwise they were nearly identical. “Tell me, Gio,” the prince continued, dropping formalities after the greeting, “How was your journey, did the protests affect you at all?”
“My journey was great, I’ve heard about the protests in Ryxtylopia and I worry about the situation in the country but thankfully they did not affect my arrival here. This country is interesting, the climate is a tad colder than Giovanniland or Saint Mark but the culture and atmosphere seems very lively,” the King commented.
“I’m so glad you arrived without incident. My private train was stopped briefly on the outskirts of the capital, but otherwise, my journey was pleasant as well. I agree that Ryxtylopia is worth the visit. Its coastline is gorgeous and I find the cooler temperatures refreshing. My family has had a fishing cottage here for centuries. I must admit, though, I haven’t been there since I was a boy. I see your team isn’t faring as well as they had in past years. What do you think their chances are of fighting their way back?”
“Ah, traveling across Aura by train sounds like a lovely experience! I arrived here through a plane departing the Giovanni the Great International Airport back in the capital city Giovannia, but I can imagine that the train voyage surely must’ve been interesting, besides the incident you
talked about.”“Oh, aside from sailing, train travel is my favorite!” the prince interrupted. “You should accompany me back to Sanctus Leo when the games are finished!”
“I’d love to do that! Thanks for the invite, I look forward to that.”
“Splendid! I’ll have Clarkson contact your man and make the arrangements.”
King Giovanni nodded. Then, he went back to the previous question and replied: “As for Giovanniland’s team, indeed I’m afraid they haven’t been doing as well as before, especially in comparison to the two Summer Esferiads in which they twice were awarded silver medals. That said, there’s still one match, and qualifying remains a possibility due to the team’s victory in Matchday 1. Provided we win and the right set of results happens, I’m confident that we can make it through!”
“Best of luck to you! Frankly, Saint Mark has been doing better than I had hoped. We aren’t out of it either. That match against Nieubasria was amazing! Our next match will be another tough one, though … Fujai. They really are a better team, but you never know. Luck may be on our side.”
“Thanks! The Markan team has been impressive and very solid, I see it’s undefeated so far and also managed to hold the defending champions to a draw most recently. Good luck to Saint Mark in the match against Fujai and in the knockout stage if you advance!”
“Thank you!”
The King then started a new topic of conversation. “So, how are things going for you and for Saint Mark overall?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about the Zoranian bill that has just been signed into law. I can hardly believe how short-sighted they’re being. Markan investment in Zoran will dry up without a doubt. I realize the Zoranians are going through an intensification of nationalism triggered by their recent Civil War, but we supported them, both during and after the conflict! I guess sometimes emotions trump reason.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about the bill”, replied Giovanni. “My royal family does have properties that are now threatened there, but much fewer in comparison to the Markan houses’ estates, I believe. I do agree with you that Zoran is shooting itself in the foot, ultimately. At least the other controversial bill was vetoed, I’m sure the Giovannese and Lavandulan minorities living there are relieved by that.”
“I’m sure you’re right. That, at least, is a bit of a bright spot. There are, of course, some Markans living there as well. Many less than before the war, but still some. The Queen and I spoke and a joint commission between our nations to iron out the property transfer is a possibility. Perhaps something can be salvaged when passions cool. We’ll see.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear. Also, how is Saint Mark internally?”
“We’re doing well, thank you. We have begun talks with Arifiyyah on a high-speed rail route between our two nations. It’s in the early stages, but is a dream of mine. I suppose that isn’t really internal news, though, is it? Hmmm … let’s see …. Our archeologists have discovered a new tomb near Halomarch! It’s fascinating, really, and could shed a lot of light on early Markan history, well before the Founding. How are things in Giovanniland?”
“Those are good news, I’m glad to hear about both these happenings! In Giovanniland, the Prime Minister has recently sent me the monthly report about the national economy, it describes positive numbers for most of the economic sectors which is wonderful. Furthermore, December will be a culturally significant month for our nation, since both the 1423 Chess Championship and the Lavender Festival will happen, two of the most famous Giovannilandian events! If you are able to, I invite you to attend at least one of them, I’m sure it will be a great time.”
“I would be delighted to attend! Clarkson will check my schedule and get back to your office. It’s always good to catch up with you, Gio.”
“Likewise, Marcarius! The relationship that we have enjoyed on a personal level is wonderful, just like the centuries-long one between our nations.”
The two monarchs talked long after the tea things were cleared.
- Dalimbar, United Adaikes, Giovanniland and 3 others
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A joint post of Saint Mark and Zoran
A panel of the mahogany wall slid down, revealing a screen. Averton, the young footman attending Prince Marcarius on the Red & Gold, the private train of the Royal Household, checked the settings and then handed the remote to Clarkson, who handed it to the prince.
“Her Majesty will join momentarily, Your Highness. Shall I pour some more tea?”
“Yes, thank you, Clarkson.”
Queen Adsila appeared on the screen sitting behind her desk, her face cold and stoic.
“I take it that this isn’t one of your social calls, what is it that you wish to discuss, Marcarius?”
The prince admired the sheen of her long, wavy black hair, and how it emphasized her perfect cheekbones. “Ugh. there I go again. My mind stops working whenever I’m around her. This is business. I must focus.”
“Sadly, no, Adsila. I wish this were a social call. I would like to discuss your position on this land-grabbing bill that has just been passed in your legislature. As you know, many of our most prominent Houses have maintained estates in Zoran for centuries. Surely your lawmakers know that we pay significant taxes on these properties that do much to help support the local economies?”
The queen lets out a low chuckle,
“‘Land-grabbing,’ what an ironic phrase to use. I understand the concerns of your Houses but if you crack open a history book, you will find that many of those estates were gained through either forced resettlement, coercive treaties, and or aggression from Markan forces during the colonial era,” she says in a mirthless tone, “We have…tolerated the presence of the Houses within Zoran for a period of time but that has still left a foul taste in the mouths of the many Zoranians. The bill has passed the Council with near absolute majority on both sides of the political spectrum and frankly, it is a bill that could put my position at risk should I veto it.”
“In most cases, those properties were acquired over a millennium ago, and in all cases many centuries ago. What is this really about, Adsila? Why now? I thought our nations cooperated very nicely at the Maritime Conference last month, with each of us very happy with the Sea of the Wild Cry Protocols.”
“I do not decide the bills that are introduced into the Council. I can propose bills but this bill came from the Council itself,” she says as she shuffles a few papers on her desk, “the ancestral memory of the Zoranian people runs deep, Marcarius. Zoranian has generational trauma from it and holds deep grudges against the Markans for the colonial period. I understand your confusion but it is a cultural difference that I cannot do much about besides try to promote cooperation between our two people, which is what I am trying to do when it comes to drafting my reasoning for rejecting the Blood Alone Act. But, when it comes to the bill that seizes the property of the Houses, I have some troubling documents that I believe you may want to see from our recent delve into Corporate documents.”
“Of course, I’ll look at them. Another concern of mine is that this will through cold water on anyone from Saint Mark wanting to invest in Zoran. Why sink money into projects that could potentially be torn away from you? It sets a bad precedent.”
“Well, all I can say to that is be shrewd in your business dealings. Nationalization and seizure of property is nothing new in the world. Zoran is not the first to do it and it will certainly not be the last country to do it. But, like many things, actions come with consequences…even if those consequences do not come immediately.”
“While I understand you’re referring to the actions of my ancestors and the current-day consequences, what is more relevant is the consequences of this bill, should it become law, to the Zoran economy. I would hope that there are some in your government who might see that upon more cool reflection.”
“We have considered it, and when I say ‘we’ I mean my ministers and I, and while we do see the potential risks from Markan investors, Markans are not the only groups investing in Zoran. You are competing with Giovannilandians, the Astorrians, Overthinkers, various Nuran nations, etc. We might take a hit, yes, but nothing devastating.”
“Adsila, we are not talking in front of audiences right now. This is a private conversation between the two of us. You know that I know this already, and you know that this is not a sound move, either politically or economically. It’s pure theater for the masses. Again, just between us, why and why now?”
“There are actions that go beyond politics and economics, sometimes it is about doing the right thing. When it comes to the people who still mourn what we refer to as ‘The Age of Death,’ this is one of the best ways to get people to move on from those times. If you topple the figure that people look at to think of those times with hatred, soon they will look forward instead of back.”
Prince Marcarius sighed, realizing he would never understand a people who hold such a long grudge.
“Very well, Adsila. I see how your people are looking at this. In the best interests of both of our nations, perhaps Saint Mark can do something to help soothe the feelings of your people? I guess they have already forgotten the aid we provided in the recent civil disturbance.”
“We have had much patience and leniency with the Markans, we have not forgotten the kindness shown to us but there comes a time when patience runs out. At best I can see if I can get the Council to offer financial compensation to the Houses affected by this act but to veto it would be out of the question.”
“I see. Well, that is something to consider. I appreciate your taking the time to discuss this with me. I think I understand the position of your lawmakers better now, although I very much disagree with it. May we form a joint commission to try to come up with a solution that is palatable to both nations and that seeks to preserve our good relationship?”“I shall see what I can do, but knowing the lawmakers it would be hard to get them to cooperate. In case this does not work with them, prepare to try and herd the Houses of your nation like cats.”
The prince blinked. Herd the Houses like cats? It must be something Zoranian that doesn’t quite translate.
“I appreciate your efforts. Our counterparts will keep the other informed throughout the process. My best wishes to you for your team’s success in the games!”
“Best of luck to your team as well. But do take a look at the documents that my intelligence director will send you, the evidence is damning enough to warrant an investigation. I have stayed my hand in terms of sending my intelligence officers over to investigate due to our trust in your ability to deal with it yourselves.”
“Absolutely. I will look into it even before we arrive in Ryxtylopia. Again, my best.”
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"Her Majesty will not be attending the games, sir. The protests in Zoran surrounding the bill require her attention. She would be pleased to make herself available for a video conference, however. Your schedule could be adjusted to accommodate that while you travel to Ryxtylopia, sir."
"Very good, Clarkson. Please set that up. With regard to the journey, has Lady Kornica accepted our invitation to travel with us or will she seek her own way?
"Yes, sir. Sir Karl's mother was pleased to accept your invitation. She will board the train in Halomarch."
"Splendid. Thank you, Clarkson."
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"They passed what!?"
His Serene Highness, Marcarius, nearly knocked over the glass of 20-year-old Solurian Port as he threw his Lion's Voice crossword puzzle to his desk.
Clarkson, the prince's valet and personal assistant deftly prevented the spill as he responded.
"Yes, sir. Lady Fargone (Saint Markan Minister of FA) informed me moments ago and requested an audience to discuss the situation."
"Of course," replied the prince, regaining his composure. "Please set that up for as soon as possible. We must do what we can to stop this from becoming law. Do you realize how many of the Electors own estates in Zoran? The House of Halohin has enjoyed the views from Larus Hall since the mid-500s! Do we know if the Queen will be attending the football games? Perhaps she and I can meet informally."
"I will make inquiries, sir."
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The Saint Mark Angels
Football Club
Roster
Coach: Sir Karl Rodenberg
Name / Position / Number / Age / (Starting/Reserve)
Matthew Westly / Keeper / 3 / 25 / (Starting)
Ronald Harper / Keeper / 10 / 24 / (Reserve)Renfrew Trecoup / Defender / 15 / 24 / (Starting)
Merlin Dragonhart / Defender / 7 / 29 / (Starting)
Corwyn Armsforth / Defender / 9 / 26 / (Starting)
Scott Granger / Defender / 11 / 26 / (Starting)
Rudolph Quagmire / Defender / 13 / 25 / (Reserve)
Liam Newson/Defender / 2 / 19 / (Reserve)Evard Wolfensbach / Midfielder / 6 / 26 / (Starting)
Harold Brickhouse / Midfielder / 8 / 29 / (Starting)
Lincoln Praiseworthy / Midfielder / 12 / 25 / (Starting)
Donald Masters / Midfielder / 17 / 23 / (Reserve)Andrew Lionguard / Forward/ 1 / 30 / (Starting)
Hunter Wilcox / Forward / 4 / 27 / (Starting)
Cedric Seabroom / Forward / 18 / 28 / (Starting)
Roland Croft / Forward / 20 / 27 / (Reserve)
Mark Blaze / Forward / 22 / 25 / (Reserve)Injure my players: yes
Assign my players yellow cards: yes
Assign my players red cards: no
Godmod injuries: no
Godmod scoring: no
Godmod other events: noStyle Modifier: -2
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The Holy Principality of Saint Mark would be honored to participate.
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I chose typing quickly because I am a very slow typist, but already read pretty fast. 🙂
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Prince Marcarius finished his cup of South Coast blend and put the documents he had been reading back into the burgundy leather folder stamped with his crest. The others were probably asleep in the main cabin by now. After dinner, they had had a game of Bridge in his suite. Lady Arlene had looked tired, unable to hide her disappointment in the rugby results. The elegant evening at the Oborin Palace had taken her mind off of it for a while. Lord Brock, on the other hand, looked pleased, and when he wasn't focused on the bidding, went over the Lions' best plays. They had done better than expected, after all. The prince and the archbishop were in even better spirits. The meeting with Marshall Briand and the state dinner had gone quite well. Saint Mark was to begin receiving trade in furs and rare earth materials from Dalimbar in exchange for cutting-edge chips. In addition, the church was going to be allowed to send missionaries to the disadvantaged people of Dalimbar's east.
He turned off his lamp, closed his eyes, and settled his head into the just-soft-enough pillow. He smiled. The trip had been a success, on and off the field.
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The three limousines and two SUV security vehicles made a small parade on the way to the Oborin Palace. Prince Marcarius was in the middle limousine, its gleaming green finish reflecting the Saint Mark flags flying in front. With him, seated on the rich brown leather, were his valet, Clarkson, who would remain with the vehicle along with the driver, and Lord Brock. The other limousines, black with soft, gray leather interiors, held Lady Arlene and Archbishop Lumendei in one, and Colonel Dawson and Ms. Ardmore in the other.
The Prince mused quietly as they glided through the city toward the impressive palace.
This state dinner could potentially be an important meeting. Trade was one topic that would be discussed, but although always important, of course, Saint Mark had no shortage of trading partners. What was even more important was beginning a closer relationship with this mysterious country. Who knows where this could lead? In the medium-term, he hoped it would lead to an opening for the missionaries from The Faith. In the long-term, perhaps the relationship with Saint Mark could be a help to these people ... perhaps opening it up a little.
He wondered what the Marshall was like. He had governed his nation for quite some time now. How much longer would he continue in power? Who was waiting to take over? Would the transition, whenever that happened lead to more opportunities, or squash this little start?
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Driver #1 Name: Ari Dasher Name Trigram: ADR Nationality Trigram: SMK Preferred Car Number: 3 Second Choice Car Number: 12 Reliability (Between 2 and 5): 4 Aggression (Between 2 and 5): 3 Technique (Between 2 and 5): 5 R/A/T ratings should add up to a maximum of 12. Driver's bio: Ari Dasher, age 28, is probably the most technically gifted driver in Aura, and possibly the world. There doesn’t seem to be a turn or grade that he can’t handle. He was born for the Lux Litore, where he has spent most of his time since he began racing at the age of 18. If he has a flaw, it is in his almost gentlemanly approach to his competitors, making him sometimes lose ground on the straightaway. Given his signature style and black hair and blue eyes, he seems to be a negative image of his twin brother, Celerio. Driver #2 Name: Celerio Dasher Name Trigram: CDR Nationality Trigram: SMK Preferred Car Number: 9 Second Choice Car Number: 27 Reliability (Between 2 and 5): 4 Aggression (Between 2 and 5): 5 Technique (Between 2 and 5): 3 R/A/T ratings should add up to a maximum of 12. Driver's bio:
Although certainly not reckless, the blond-haired, brown-eyed Celerio Dasher, age 28, exhibits little of the technical aptitude of his twin brother, Ari, preferring instead to aggressively push his way past his competition. Although quite familiar with the Lux Litore, he has spent much more time than his brother racing around the world. If a course has a long, straight section, chances are he’ll create the space needed to finish first.
Circuit Name: The Lux Litore Circuit
Race Name: The Austra Grand Prix
Track Image:
Track Length (km): 3.337
Qualifying Type: One Shot
Track aggressiveness (1-10): 1.3
Track technicality (1-10): 8.7
(Aggressiveness and technicality should add up to 10)
Overtaking Difficulty (0.1 - 5. 0.1 is easy, 5 is difficult): 4.9
Margin for error (0.1 - 5. 0.1 is forgiving, 5 is treacherous): 4.6
Info:
The circuit includes some of the most famous parts of any F1 racetrack: Casino Square, the tunnel section and the blisteringly fast Swimming Pool section, to name three.
Austra's tight, twisty and punishing circuit is considered the ultimate test of driver talent. While the car vs. driver debate has lingered as long as racing has existed, Austra is perhaps the one place above all others where a driver can make the key difference. As such, Austra's qualifying session is often one of the best, most intense and most important of the season. A qualifying lap around the ancient city is about as unforgiving as they come.
A drawback of the nature of the circuit, and F1's increasingly wider cars, is that the race tends to be more processional, with overtaking all but impossible at the majority of locations.Team Name: The Saint Mark Vola Aurum Team Nation: Saint Mark Nationality Trigram: SMK Team color (in hex code): #ffff00 Reliability (Between 3 and 5): 4 Acceleration (Between 2 and 5): 3 Turning (Between 2 and 5): 5 R/A/T ratings should add up to a maximum of 12. Team bio: Vola Aurum has been synonymous with technical driving expertise almost since Formula 1 racing in Aura began. Team Captain/Trainer/Guru, Valentine Aragretto has produced consistent winners. The team’s style is a reflection of its training on its home circuit, the narrow, twisting Lux Litore. Cornering capability can literally be life-saving on this unforgiving course. His current stars are the twin brothers, Ari and Celerio Dasher, cousins of the Lions’ Rugby Left Wing, Hugo Dasher. Engine manufacturer: Vola Automotive Engine name (if different): VA F1 Champion Reliability (between -1 and 1): -0.5 Actuation (between -1 and 1): -0.45 Tare (between -1 and 1): .95
Tire Manufacturer Name: Zephyr Saint Mark Reliability (Between -1 and 1): -0.6 Traction (Between -1 and 1): .6 R & T ratings should add up to no more than 0.
The Saint Mark Vola Aurum
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HUGO DASHER ENGAGED!
Hugo Dasher, Left Wing of the Saint Mark Lions
The dashing Lions' Left Wing is engaged!
Yesterday, on the practice field, Hugo Dasher ran into the stands through a small crowd of admirers and retrieved his long-time girlfriend Emily Clement-Bosworth, daughter of industrialist Sir Aston Clement and Lady Phyllis Clement-Bosworth. On the field, he went down on one knee and pulled a five-carat sparkler from his helmet. Clearly overjoyed, Ms. Clement-Bosworth said yes.
The couple has been dating for the past three years, having met at the wedding of mutual friend, Kent Wixham, noted fashion designer. They plan to marry in June of next year.
Sorry ladies ... but you knew that was coming!
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The Lions were still elated over their shut-out against Saranzio which had advanced them to the next round. They were gathered in Sir Evan's suite to review strategy but were having a hard time focusing.
While the coach pointed out areas for improvement in their play, the squeaking whiteboard competed with a low murmur.
"Maybe we can really go all the way," whispered Shoreman to Goldwash.
"We have been on our game," Goldwash responded.
"Don't let a few wins get into your head," interjected Saint Mark, the often unofficial team leader. "We have only had a couple of top-tier opponents so far. Defeating Overthinkers is going to take our best. The time for celebrating is done. Pay attention to the coach, gentlemen."
The chastened players ended their conversation and turned toward Sir Evan's whiteboard.
The coach was saying, "When Michael runs, it creates an extra player in the line. So exploit that to create gaps between the opposition 10 and open-side flanker at the scrum. This play should be used from a left-side scrum.
The angles run here will give the back-line options to attack their weakest tackler or take the ball wide.
In practice, we started by running this move at half pace and without any defense.
Then, we added a defense, comprising a four-man back-line and an open-side flanker.First, Paul passes to Michael, who will run around from the left side of the scrum. Then Michael has options to pass to Rudolph or Hugo. Either one should call if they feel the pass is on. Rudolph runs out and then cuts in on a hard line toward the outside shoulder of their 10. Hugo tracks behind 10 and then 12 to run on 12’s outside shoulder.
Nelson runs behind 12 to be in a position to pass deep to Blaze. Alan runs out and then cuts in to connect with 11 or 12. Blaze and Christopher stay deep to offer the outside option but must be ready to support Alan."
The review went on until dinner.
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Prince Marcarius put the letter down next to the glass of Solurian 20-year-old on his desk. He was alone in the suite, having sent Clarkson away on an errand. His face revealed a mixture of relief and concern. The highly confidential report he had just read was from Mother Angelica, Lady Abbess of the Order of Saint Clare. The Sisters of The Mind had answered his question regarding Queen Atsil.
Many centuries ago, in the Age of Mystics, The Seers, as the Sisters of The Mind were called then, were wild, living in caves and unattached to any specific service to God. Since shortly after The Founding, however, they have been attached to The Faith, first as part of a separate Order and later under the protection of The Order of Saint Clare. Their special gifts had been used many times to guide The Faith as well as the Principality.
The prince had known that something wasn't right. He knew Atsil personally and had dealt with her on several occasions. Her public response to the global pressure against her decision had been uncharacteristic. Well, now he knew why. He couldn't reach out to her to offer assistance, since no one could know he knew, but he could hope this worked out and offer a prayer for her aid.
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Prince Marcarius pressed his signet ring into the warm, red wax of the envelope. It was old-fashioned, of course, but he felt it was the right touch in this case. The letter he had just written to Queen Atsil would be delivered in the diplomatic pouch overnight. It had taken all evening to compose. He had a lot of respect for the young queen, not to mention a not-so-small amount of affection for her personally. Her arms sale, however, was wrong in several ways. First, Kalmach was clearly the aggressor, with no motivation other than expansion, as far as anyone could tell. Saint Mark had turned its back on that wicked path many years ago and had never strayed from the doctrine laid out in the Beatus Lux Covenant. Second, the queen was spending a lot of international goodwill in doing this. She had earned the world's admiration, but this sale could turn world opinion against her and against Zoran. Finally, to be honest, the ZF-2 just wasn't very good quality. If it proved to perform poorly, all the world would see potential weakness in the Zoranian military.
He had tried to present his case gently and with respect, as one friend to another. He hoped it might persuade her to reconsider, and offered a little prayer as he handed it to the courier.
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Three Months Earlier:
Archbishop Lumendei sat in an ornate, gold-cushioned chair in the large receiving room at the Palatium Sanctae Lucis in central Sanctus Leo. Although elegant, with frescoed ceilings by Caraluccio, the room in the ancient palace was sparsely furnished and a bit drafty. The middle-aged prelate, a close advisor on religious matters to His Serene Highness, had been awaiting the arrival of his boss, The Holy Heirophant, Leo XVI. It was now forty minutes past the appointment time. Just then, the large, carved mahogany door opposite him swung open. Monsignor Radcliff, His Holiness' aide, stepped through first, followed by the elderly Heirophant who walked briskly into the room. The Archbishop stood.
"Holiness, it is good to see you again. His Serene Highness sends his regards," the Archbishop said with a warm smile as he approached the Hierophant and bent over his outstretched hand, taking it briefly in his own.
"Likewise, Lumendei," the Hierophant replied with a smile.
The Archbishop remained standing when the Hierophant was seated.
"Lumendei, as you know, these rugby games in Dalimbar give us an opportunity to open a conversation with that nation regarding the works of our missionaries there. We have had very limited access and would like to see if there is any chance that may improve. You have reported that His Serene Highness will be attending a state dinner with their Marshall. Perhaps the Prince will include you in his retinue?"
"I'm sure that can be arranged without difficulty, Holiness."
"Excellent. Please make arrangements to meet with Abbott Invetore to go over what our goals are."
"Of course, Holiness."
"Now, you must try these macarons. The sisters use an ancient recipe and ingredients from our own almond trees."
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An Interview With Lord Hightower
His Grace, Lord Brock, Duke of Hightower and Elector of Saint Mark
Catherine Sprachweise, Reporter for the Sanctus Leo Vision: Your Grace, thank you so very much for allowing this interview.
Lord Hightower: Yes, of course. It is my pleasure.
Sprachweise: First, if I may, how is your son, Lord Marcarius doing? It is our understanding that he suffered a bad sprain.
Hightower: Yes, quite. We were lucky it wasn't broken, or that he hadn't suffered a head injury, or worse! It is a bad sprain, though.
Sprachweise: Yes, your Grace, it was fortunate indeed that it wasn't worse. Will this affect his game?
Hightower: It most definitely slowed him down in the match against Giovannoland. I'm convinced that Saint Mark would have won had he not been injured. As it was, it was a very close game. Our boys played exceptionally well. He is a strong young man with a good constitution, though. I'm sure he'll be on his game in the next match.
Sprachweise: That's good to hear, your Grace. If I may, some say that you blamed the Sun Hawks' Flanker (she glances at her notes) Degataga Dvagahi, for intentionally injuring His Lordship. Would you care to comment?
Hightower: (Turning a bit red) Well, I may have said something of the sort in the heat of the moment. I was concerned for my son! But, no, I'm sure the boy was only playing his best. These things happen in Rugby, of course. A man should be prepared to handle whatever comes his way in pursuit of his pastimes. It only improves oneself. My apologies to the young man if he took offense. I regret my unfortunate outburst, and have invited him and his family to Skycroft (the Hightower ancestral estate) for a shoot next time they are in Saint Mark.
Sprachweise: How lovely, your Grace! Would you like to add anything before we close?
Hightower: Thank you. Yes, I would like to thank our hosts, the Dalambari. They've done quite a nice job putting everything together, haven't they? And of course, go Lions!
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Coach Rahl paced in front of his attentive players. They were seated in the locker room just after practice, going over the game they had lost against the Zoranians. Marcarius Hightower was among them, having returned from the hospital just a few hours before. The x-rays were good. His ankle, which had suffered only a sprain, was wrapped tightly.
"That was a decent match, and we kept it close, but we could have done so much better. Bruno and Baxtor, you are our strongest forwards. Using your strength in scrums and rolling mauls, we should be able to achieve significant territory gain. You should pick and drive until the moment is right to release it to the backs. I know you know this, but you need to keep it in your heads. What did we practice? Exactly this. You were too timid. The couple of times that you did execute well, Michael and Nelson weren't ready. You guys weren't focused. The match against Apexiala went to your heads a bit, I think. That game went in our favor, but our play was sloppy. Luckily that time theirs was sloppier. The Zoranians are one of the best teams around. They did not allow any of our errors to be overlooked. They knew how to capitalize on our weaknesses."
He sipped from his cup of South Coast Blend and continued.
"There were things we did well, of course, which is part of the reason we were able to keep it close. You organized quickly. Your heads were up and looking at the opposition. You didn't do too badly at controlling the space and it was clear that you enjoyed your tackling."
"You are a talented team. You didn't play too badly, but can do much better. I have confidence that you will play much better. You were just overly excited by our first win. Now we have a loss. That is well enough. It will sober us up a bit and help us to focus. You have the afternoon off. Get some rest, enjoy the sights, and be ready for practice at 7 AM."
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His Grace, Lord Brock, Duke of Hightower and Elector of Saint Mark was furious. His only son and heir, Viscount Marcarius, had been carried off the field and was on the way to the hospital.
"This is outrageous!" He roared and rose, his large red face ready to pop off his even larger body. That Dvagahi boy deliberately injured my son!"
Prince Marcarius and Archbishop Lumendei, stood from their seats as well and tried to ... if not calm him down, at least control the eruption.
"Dear Duke, this is rugby. Injuries occur all the time. I'm sure that young man feels horrible for having injured your son," the archbishop soothed as he laid a hand on the raging duke's arm.
"Brock, let's go down and see how Marc is faring," responded the Prince, trying to change furor to concern.
The three left Lady Arlene and a handful of attendants and made their way with their security officers to the locker room.
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"Did you see how wonderful my Paul was!" beamed Lady Arlene as her maid poured the tea.
Archbishop Lumendei patiently nodded and smiled in response for the fourth time in this same conversation.
"Yes, he was quite a show-stopper. You must be so proud. The Lions were very much on their game today. I almost feel sorry for those poor young people from ... where was that? ... Apexia or something like that? They just couldn't catch a break."
"Oh, yes. Quite. The Lions do deserve the win, of course, though. They've worked so hard this past year, trying to improve themselves. I really think they've come quite far."
"Yes, indeed they have, Countess. It is a fine day for Saint Mark."
"Oh, it is! Our horrible trip here is completely washed from my mind!"
"Let us hope, and dare I say maybe pray a little, that they can make a good showing in their next match. The Zoranians are an excellent team."
"Now don't go spoiling my mood! My Paul and his Lions shone forth today. Let's focus on that for now. Cucumber sandwich?"
The two enjoyed their tea and each other's company in the warm glow of the setting sun and the glorious day.
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LIONS WIN!
The Lions opened the game on the front foot at the three-minute mark when Hugo Dasher timed an ill-advised Apexiala pass from the ground and raced 50 meters to go ahead 5-0.
Both teams had scoring opportunities throughout the first half, but play was consistently negated by poor ball handling and momentum-killing penalties. In a last-ditch effort to score their first try of the match, Apexiala elected to play out of their own end with no time remaining. They managed to put together several phases and were driving deep into Saint Mark territory, but were pinged for holding the ball. After Blaze Emberfell found touch near midfield, the Lions had a chance to find points at the end of the half.
Saint Mark won its lineout and scrumhalf Michael Hawk fooled everyone when he faked a pass off the back of the lineout and darted up the middle of the field. After a strong carry, he offloaded to a supporting Paul Reston who finished the job and scored.
Coming out of the half, both teams struggled to find their footing in wet field conditions. Emberfell continued to pin the Apexiala team back and the defensive effort of Marcarius Hightower, Gregor Napoli, and Rudolph Centerman stopped any forward movement.
With time winding down Alan Stonegate put in one last try on a gutsy inside line for the final 15-0 margin.- Sekiya, Giovanniland, Dalimbar and 4 others
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The night before the first match, I sat at the polished mahogany desk, my journal opened before me. The long journey had been much more pleasant than I had anticipated.
For reasons of both practicality and security, I had invited the entire delegation to accompany me on my state aircraft. The excited team and guests boarded at the Volanteleo International Airport in Sanctus Leo, while I had already settled into my suite in the aft section, having boarded previously in the private airport of Angelus Regius on the royal complex grounds. After conversation and breakfast, most settled in to nap or read for the duration of the eight-hour flight. I walked the cabin for a bit, greeting the team and guests, and later, Sir Evan, Lady Arlene, Lord Brock, and Archbishop Lumendei joined me in my suite for cocktails. Two hours before landing, hot, scented towels were brought around to allow everyone to freshen up before tea. Altogether, very nice.
The time difference in our favor, we arrived only shortly after we had left, landing in the private section of the Marshal Aleksiev International Airport in Saint Andreisburg. From the stories I had heard from previous travelers, I had expected long delays in processing our arrival and receiving our Blue Cards, but was pleasantly surprised. My assistant, Matthews, disembarked and was only gone about twenty minutes before he returned with an efficient, but courteous functionary, who handed out our Blue Cards. I and my valet, Clarkson, were to take a waiting limousine to the Dukhob Station. The team and most of the guests were to be escorted to the Metro to the station, while a few of our entourage had arranged for their own private transportation there. Once there, we were all to take the two-and-a-half-hour high-speed train ride to Kaisah, I in a private car.
For me and those that had taken the Metro, all went smoothly. The others that had taken their own transportation ran into a bit of a snafu (but that's their story to tell) and had to take the next train. The private car was lovely and well-stocked with refreshments. I even discovered a bottle of Tawny Redemption!
Once in Kaisah, waiting limousines brought me and several guests to the hotel, while buses brought the rest.
The hotel was another nice surprise! Clarkson had done some research and assured me that the Morskoy Fort Hotel in Kaisah was top-notch. I was still skeptical, however ... after all, this was Dalimbar! Well, I need to learn to control my prejudices better ... or maybe travel more. This is a fine hotel, one that would be welcome in any city in Saint Mark. The three-bedroom penthouse Marshall's Suite was spacious and well-appointed. The study in which I now sat journaling was centered on a deep bay window that overlooked the well-planned gardens below.
I think that I shall really enjoy this trip, and look forward to meeting Marshall Briand at the state dinner in a few days.
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The Dowager Countess of Hillborough stood in front of her open fur closet, exasperation showing on the lined face below her elegant coif. Her dresser, Arlswoof, much younger than her lady and much prettier than her name, tried to remain patient.
"Well with the social situation still up in the air, I simply cannot decide. We will have to bring them all, Arlswoof."
"My lady, that would, of course, be the sensible thing to do, but we can't pack them all within the limitations on luggage that were sent. Might I suggest a jacket and coat each of the white, brown, black, and gray? That way my lady will have choices for evening and day, and surely we can coordinate your wardrobe to accommodate these options?"
The elderly aristocrat sighed. "Very well. That will have to do, I suppose." Although excited to be traveling to Dalimbar for the first time since her honeymoon, and looking forward to watching her nephew play in his sporting game ... what was that again ... Rugby? ... she hadn't realized the trip would be so complicated. She almost regretted suggesting she accompany the Saint Markan delegation.
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Nation name: The Holy Principality of Saint Mark
Nation trigram: SMK
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1. Stephen Saint Agnes
2. Mary Nicols
3. Klaus von Kringle
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