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Security Officer "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your shawl."
Queen Elaryia - "Interesting, Zygoltiana and Tria Egypta are close. So close in fact that the former Khalessi was married to the president."
Puzzled, he says
Velar - "Are you ok, did they do something to you?"
The older gentleman would look at the Human Merchant with slight confusion and his ears would twitch when hearing the word missionary. He would then sigh, turn to look into the Longhouse and would murmur something to the occupants inside. A few moments later, three much younger white-haired Vulpine men would step through the doorway as the older gentlemen walked past them and slam the door behind them. The 3 younger men looked to be apart of the local militia based off the fact that they had crossbows strapped to their backs and insignias on their cloths. The leader, which had a feather in his cap would step up to the Diplomat while eyeing the merchant with suspition.
[???]: Good day. What brings you to the province of Meridionalis. My father said something about... A merchant and a missionary....
The other 2 would eye anyone else that was with them.
[Rose]: My brother Angelus, The one in purple, can. He is a warlock after all. Lycus is a druid and doesn't like to medal with fire. And we do.
A rather large crow, about the size of a Corgi, would fly into the castle of the ruling monarch. In its clutches, a rather large ornamental scroll could be seen. If opened it would go on for some time in an alien formal script. When it reaches halfway through the scroll it would spell out in common. First stating that then senders of the scroll were deeply sorry at the late nature of this scroll as the first contact was months ago. It would then go on to state that it wishes to formally invite either the ruling monarch or someone they wish to send to the Confederacy. After that, it would show a colorful painting of a Female Vulpine with a Halberd.
"You're a bit confused" the diplomat would chuckle "I have a missionary background but my mission here is diplomatic not religious. I was instructed only to distribute the gospel if there were genuinely interested folk. We have learnt through experience that dismissing the religion of people we meat immediately only lessens their interest in our faith, so it is generally considered malpractice to attempt conversion in stranger lands. I am fully intent on respecting your faith so long as it is not barbaric or backwards. "
"And I am a Japanese merchant, far as hell from a long gone home..." natsuki would add, kneeling in respect to what seemed to him to be an enforcer of the law "I am the leader of the cold north company, the owner of a chain of Zygoltianan resorts, and the executive of a reasonably successful commercial winery in Askiria. I am interested in constructing a canal through your people's lands." Natsuki gestures a bit worriedly at the diplomat to kneel as well, but the diplomat seems intent on somewhat casual conversation at the moment.
As for the rest of the group waiting outside, they would busy themselves sharing some of their goods with the local children to hopefully gain the favor of some, things such as dried tropical fruits, children's alchohol, carrot jams, bamboo dolls and fleece blankets (all things typically loved by Askirian children).
Lothric sends back plans to send a high ranking noble, as the Emperor is occupied.
A few days later numerous ships would arrive near the Confederacy's waters. They'd dock and numerous people would disembark, numerous decorated soldiers, wearing blackened suits of power armor, as well as numerous slaves, dressed in either basic clothing, or wealthier clothing. Finally, a noble lord dressed in black and red, marked with the symbol of nobility, disembarks.
[???]: I respect your... Honesty, sir. And. For at least in Meridionalis you'll find no one who will be intreseted. You will find that the frontiers of our nation tend to be more.... Traditional.
He would contently smile while looking at the diplomat bwfore looking to the Merchant with confusion.
[???]: I could see the Canal happening but from what my father said... A resort? I dont know about that...
The children would have a mix reaction to the group. Though the gifts would be excanged for the crafts they did(Wood carved toys, etc) they would be slightly skittish towards them all.
The Septentrionalis trading outpost would be lively for its size. Though not elegant or ornate like a major trade post, it seemed to be filled with expensive goods. The sight of whale bones, furs, and other raw luxuries could be seen being sold, traded and so on with wealthy looking individuals. But as the Noble stepped off the ship a bell was range and the market square would quickly disperse. It wouldn't be long before the feminine figure of Aquarius, flanked by 2 scribes would step out of some carriages. She would approach the lord.
[Aquarius]; I am Aquarius the Druid. Also the governor of Septentrionalis. Welcome to the Confederacy. And you might be?
"Ah no, I just mentioned owning a chain of them, it wouldn't really work out in a country as reserved as this one" Natsuki would reply in correction "The canal is all I really have planned for this region, besides maybe a few stores along the canal selling Askirian goods."
"Yes that is all fine and well sir, but my mission isn't religious its diplomatic I just have experience with interacting with unknown cultures " the diplomat would reply "I seek to secure contact with the political body of your nation and serve as a first contact of sorts."
The Lord sized up Aquarius with his eyes, a wicked but strangely comforting smile forming.
"I am Lord Griffith of Lothric, I Lord over South Zepora."
He looked about the trade post from where they stood, and then called forth a group of slaves with a palm wave. Four slaves approach carrying four large, excellently made chests, ornate with gold and jewels. They put the chests down and pop the lids off, revealing what would be thousands of gold coins, as well as numerous valuable items, small statues and jewelry.
"A gift from the Emperor, as a sign of friendship. I personally bring with a few bottles of Red Spice Wine."
[???]: For both of you it would require a meeting with a representative of the council and then the council as a whole would have to be called. If you were hoping for a quick journey, its probably not the case. And for access to the capital I can get you there.
His tails would flick and his men would walk right past the 2 of them and would start rounding up the children.
An large Askirian company in hetalia, in light of recent overproduction of their product has decided to test the waters of a foreign market. About 2,000 bottles of vintage Askirian blood&blackberry (often referred to and uniformly labeled as bloodberry) wine are shipped to 
Lothric-, being sold at half price due to oversupply. In addition some clear spirits are included in the shipment, 500 bottles of vanilla flavored sipping tequila, 200 bottles of cheap Askirian vodka (which bears no real flavor besides that of booze and is usually used exclusively for its high alcohol content in cooking) and 56 bottles of limited eddition high quality coconut accented rum. These spirits are also sold at half price.
"Alrighty then" says the diplomat "we will reorganize and rendezvous outside of town, sound good?"
He whistles and gets the attention of the crew, which decides itself into the party leaving and the party staying. All that stay are 2 supply haulers, the diplomat, a cartographer, the merchant, and a singular askirian ranger. The rest begin their track home, though the poacher is discovered and left for dead in the woods tied upside down to a branch with theif branded on his forehead.
- "Uh..." DB stammers. "Tourism is when foreigners, such as myself, travel from their country to another country and spend a lot of money on doing local activities there." He chuckles. "At least, that's what Mr. Blackman defines it as. Quite different from Marxism, however. Marxists probably wouldn't enjoy the Isles much..."
DB jumps slightly at the withdrawal of the blade, partly due to past experiences with strange men wielding weapons. But, as Yellowcheese continues on, DB grows back into his trustful attitude. "Oh!" DB says as Yellowcheese drops the blade. "Y-yes. I'm sure this will come in handy." He says, picking up the blade as he starts following YC.
Tourists Arrive in Port Charlotte
With the ongoing instability in the Union, tourism has become increasingly popular among citizens of the Union. Most recently, a large ship of primarily Aldian tourists docked in 
Zygoltiana.
Among those tourists are two members of the Union Staatpolizei, which replaced the SS and SD as the joint Secret Police and Intelligence Agency of the Union upon the dissolution of the former. Those two agents are a young woman, dressed in a simple dark blue dress suit, and a very old man in a wheelchair, dressed in the traditional garb of Aldian nobility. (https://armstreet.com/catalogue/full/exclusive-fantasy-flax-brocade-tunic-elven-prince-7.jpg think that)
A small seafaring vessel arrives from across the ocean. It's sails were dyed a blue color with a large black circle within the center. The boat seemed to carry a group of armored individuals who carried long weapons and a explorer wearing light armor. The vessel moves in to dock at the nearest dock if any were present. "Hopefully these ones are friendly... Let's attempt to dock and see if we can purchase any supplies for the journey back. This is as far as we will go today." The explorer pulled out a large map and laid it down on the deck on the boat and examined it and the landscape and vast ocean and began to draw the outlines of what he had seen. "Alright, bring us in captain!" The explorer stood up and pulled out some binoculars and looked forward. The sunlight gleamed off the lens.
OFF THE COAST OF PEACE ISLAND, 0600 HOURS
Captain Yuri Gagarin: General, we see a native ship with an unknown flag off the coast of Peace Island, it wants to dock, shall we let it, it does not look very bad.
General William Putenski: Sure, but have the Peace Island Guard ready, just incase
The boat creaked as it approached and docked. The ramp would slam down and the explorer would walk down first. He was tall and long necked. Not Human or Elven in appearance but rather draconic. He was covered in fluffy white fur nd was lynx eyed and had dark blue eyes. Wearing light shoulder pauldrons and some knee guards, he was more lightly armored then his comrades who would walk down behind him. His guards were decked out in plate armor with golden highlights and held long axe like weapons. A puff of smoke seeped out of one of the guard's nose area of the helmet. The explorer stood on the dock and would walk towards the land before stopping.
"This here is simply an exterior wall, older than any of us wish to be. We will be with the missus soon."
The khartba would walk past the Doluman civilization-era wall, entering into what could be considered a shanty town. Scrap houses of wood, uro'khite flesh, and sheet metal lined the dirt road bathed in sunlight from the clearing, civilians moving about in frayed clothing. The khartba would continue through this town for some time until it turned into a sort of parking space. Outside of the thin windows, a bronze dome can be seen sitting in a round courtyard.
"I feel that our so far discussed ideas of military cooperation and possible standardization, as well as the encouraged interactions of companies between our states is an optimal development."
1. Zygoltiana
2. Noteer
3. Revin
4. The new order of manifest
“I find myself agreeing once again with the Iktah diplomat. Military cooperation between all of us would only be beneficial.”
1. Zygoltiana
2. Noteer
3. Revin
4. The new order of manifest
The man looks about the room to be sure he is not being watched by any Voneinian personnel. Despite there being no one besides the Admiral inside the room, he would be cautious with his answer, nodding slowly and silently.
The figure would hand the officer their documents, placing the papyrus pieces on the counter in front of them. Once sure that no liner personnel, nor any of the other passengers can see them, the figure would pull back their hood and pull down the scarf over their mouth. The figure, though wearing bulkier clothing, was more clearly a woman, as her documentation would read.
"Yes, hello there. Sorry about the shawl, just cold."
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