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Egoia

Irithylle wrote:As she speaks, the officer seems to writing in a large brown book, likely logging down her arrival. Although, when she jokes about throwing a bomb, the officer raises his head towards her then returns to writing.

"Heff, what's the story with that truck?" the officer yells at the two soldiers clearing the truck.

"All clear, sir. Nothin' but chalk an'a few cards."

Resuming his attention to Loira, the officer confirms that the inspection is over. He then instructs Loira to park her truck beside the army truck then report to the two gardaí. He assures her her truck won't be touched.

Once Loira does as she's instructed, and reports to the gardaí, they would fire up their car, and begin the journey to Iríthyra City.

"So, here's what's happening." the garda in the passenger seat says. "We're bringing you straight to the Caisleán. That's where the Taoiseach will be meeting you. You might be waiting up to 30 minutes to an hour, but, what can you do? Afterwards, you'll be escorted to your accommodations, a nice upper-class suite, back when the monarchy was a thing in Irithylle. Pretty nice. Or, if you feel like you're wasting your time here, we can be drop you back to the checkpoint.
During your stay in Iríthyra City, you'll have limited free roam access. Sorry, but, we have to keep an eye on you, that's just the way things are. Wouldn't do if you got lost, and end up in some alleyway, would it?"
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The driving would last a few hours. During which, they'd drive through many towns, villages, and plenty of countryside views. At last, they arrive in Iríthyra City.
The current weather does the city view no favour. It would be raining down pretty hard, casting a dark and gloomy atmosphere over the city. The structural architecture seems to have a Victorian look to it. The roads and pathways would be paved with stone, there'd be a large clock tower, in the centre of the city, and many church bells can be heard in the distance. Despite the gloomy weather, people would still be seen doing their daily routines. Some people would be wearing fine looking clothes, such as black suits and top hats, while others would be wearing brown jackets and pants with flat caps. A few horse carriages would be seen here and there.
Arguably, the most impressive structure in the city would be the huge railway track, that's elevated above the main road. In fact, the railway would be larger than most buildings, save for the clock tower. The railway appears to go throw many towers. It can be speculated that these towers that the railway goes through are the stations on which passengers board.

Finally, the car arrives outside of the Caisleán. As soon as Loira exists the vehicle, any passerbys would instantly recognise Loira as a foreigner, and give her strange looks.
The two gardaí escort her inside, and up to the Taoiseachs office. As they enter the receptionists office, she tells them to please wait, as the Taoiseach is currently busy.
After what seems like an hour and a half, the receptionist announces that the Taoiseach is ready to meet Loira.

As Loira enters the Taoiseachs office, she'd note that no one else is in the room. Just her and him. No guards.
The Taoiseach, stands up from his seat, smiles, and gests Loira to take a seat, while also extending his hand to shake hers.

"Hello, you must be Loira, the representative from Staalgrad. I hope you had a safe journey here. I am Taoiseach Thomas O'Valera, you may call me O'Valera, if you wish. Now, I understand you have something important to tell me, regarding the Pradians? A rather extreme accusation, if I've ever heard one, but I'm willing to hear what you have to say."

Loria shakes their hand before taking a seat, "I appreciate you taking the time to meet me, I understand you're very busy." Loria reaches into her bag and hands over a package, inside are pictures of people being dragged out of their homes by soldiers in darker uniforms and people being loaded into trucks, "Pradians have been rounding up 'undesirables', political enemies, the infirm, the disabled, and others they considered subhuman. My people are concerned that Pradia is on the road to genocide. We have attempted to show this information to Wielbelkia and Serdia and a few others. We cannot be sure where their growing war machine will march to but we know Egoia and Wielbelkia are first. I am asking, if only from a humanitarian perspective, to help prevent this would-be atrocity." Loria looks up gripping her staff, "I'm not asking for materials or anything, just at least recognition for Egoia as a sovereign territory, perhaps work towards cooperation in the future, perhaps the ability to station a diplomat here in irithylle to facilitate that? I understand what I am asking is no little request but we wouldn't be asking if we weren't greatly concerned for the well-being of all the people on Argus. A specter is haunting Argus, a specter of the great war."

Wielbelkia wrote:"Mhm and do you have an appointment?" she said.
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While she got an odd look from the bartender, one of the soldiers decided to humor her.
"You don't see many caves like that this far from the Waldreichs." he explained. "Unless you're crazy enough to go into an imperial ant nest of course."

Joseph rolled his eyes, "No, and even if I did I feel as though you marxists wouldn't let me see them."
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"imperial ant nest? I think i've read a book about them in the old royal archives. Giant ants that collect and grow fungi right?" She sips her drink, "We have Megatherium, they say the claws on their burrows are them marking those that have died in the Sloth's lifetime, they're usually friendly but don't get too close or provoke them, their claws will rip you to shred."
She looks at her watch, "I should probably be getting back to the hotel before it gets dark..."

Wielbelkia and Irithylle

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