Moldie
Modpurger Edgelord
The Ochlands
Morning, August 7, 1870
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King Angus II
Quendich, Fort Cyril
Morning, August 7, 1870
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King Angus II
Quendich, Fort Cyril
The dark haired king sat in his warmly decorated office surrounded by beautiful carvings and paintings framing the many windows of the locale. The mellow morning light broke through and illuminated his deep brown desk adorned by wooden oak leaved, upon which his fingers tactfully strummed. In his other hand rested a tiny cup filled with a few sips worth of lamp black coffee. In front of him laid a letter. Exceptionally and formally written. Spectating the reading session sat another man with blonde neatly combed hair and with ideal, handsome facial structure. Suddenly the king leaned back into his chair and looked upwards to his golden and crystal chandelier sifting the warm light into a spectrum splattered on a large shelf containing a neat collection of books. “Signed, Chief Minister Nils Faston.”, he straightened himself and looked to the young man. “As advicor, and formally minister af trade, im obliged to ask your view.” His raspy and burly voice continued. Suddenly snapping into focus the blonde man seemed happy to been have handed the word. “I see it as an excellent opportunity to expand not only our military but also perhaps lay grounds for an alliance. Something we’re in need of, as I know you’re most aware.” his clean voice replied. King Angus fiddled lightly with a pointy end of his mustache. “And what af athers (Others)? Need we fear interference? Abjections and the such?”, “Your highness, I must admit your concerns are in the right, but the agreement we’ve been offered will be the guardian angel of our lands should war come.”. Angus seemed to agree with what was said. “Thank you, Yossux.You may.”, With that the well dressed young man stood himself up and with a gentle bow headed for the grand exit.
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Melwen Astoch, Minister of Seafairs
Coast of Goersland
Melwen Astoch, Minister of Seafairs
Coast of Goersland
A royal cart carried down a narrow path by prestinely white steeds bumped on by the coastside of the northern Goersland. Inside it a total of four men sat, two of them royal guards. “It is of no sense!” a well dressed man holding a stack of papers exclaimed. “Not even half! HALF!” he continued in the same loud tone. “Calm yourself Minister!” the other man angrily spat back. “But you do not understand Hawry, this could b- No, it is catastrophical! If the fisheries report a decrease of more than half compared to last year what of next, and those to come? We’ll be ruined!”. Even though his eccentric behaviour was getting to the guards the other man brushed his words of as of no importance. “Understand this, Astoch, we’re approching the next fishery so act like minister for once or I will throw you out of this cart damn it!”.
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Actions:
- King Angus II and his minister of trade agree that initiating trading relations with The Federal Republic of Haeland is beneficial.
- The minister of fishing gathers reports of more than a 50% decrease in whale catches off of the northern coast