Carolus paced the floor, inspecting everything from the floral arrangements to the table settings, adjusting everything down to the most minor detail. "Anfisa, come here." Carolus said, as he held a fork out in front of him, checking it for water spots. Anfisa strode forward, "Yes, my Lord?" She asked, looking at her Tzar with awe. "I would ask that you meet our guests personally at the airport, take Monsieur Bronson with you, as well as an escort force of Sawteeth. When they arrive, take them around the Gorkosk District, that is not something they need to see." Carolus explained, putting down the form, and examining the tea spoon next to it. Anfisa nodded, and turned to walk away. Carolus grabbed her arm as she began to move, rolling his head to the side to look at her. "Make sure to wear something nice. We don't need them thinking that we're nothing but unwashed savages." Carolus mused, releasing her from his grip. "As you wish, my lord." She smiled, her boots clicking and clacking down the hall as she left.
It was an hour drive from the Grand Cathedral to the airport, twice the time it would take to go through Gorkosk District, but the violence there was too risky to bring their esteemed visitors through that way. Francis took a long pull from his cigarette as he drove, Anfisa sitting comfortably in the passenger seat. "Madame, what is the point of this visit?" Francis asked, waving to the escort vehicles as they pulled in behind his, creating a convoy. "Monsieur Bronson, I don't question the will of Carolus. All I know is that Carolus has great respect for Sirakles, based on what he has read about him in those Emeritusian volumes that the orcs brought with them." Anfisa answered, taking one of Francis' cigarettes from the open pack in the drink holder. "Where did they get those books anyways? And all the pictures of the Royal family of German Holy Roman Empire? It's odd." Francis said, shaking his head. Anfisa contemplated him for a moment, before exhaling heavily, and staring out the windshield. "The orcs were lead from the Ćther by Carolus. While they resided there, an entire Emeritusian civilization just...appeared there. Apparently, the Emeritusians we found under the cathedral were the original Emeritusians, but there was an insane offshoot cult that took over a patch of land South of our German neighbours. Then, one day, they just...disappeared. Carolus says it was the price of their arrogance. Their supposed leader, Emeritus Vittori Narcisse, thought pretty highly of Sirakles, and Carolus thought pretty highly of both." Anfisa explained, the disbelief in her voice quite apparent. "Whatever. Carolus is an odd one anyways, so it could be true, could be a lie." Francis chattered, making the final turn into the airport, where they would await the arrival of their esteemed guest.
Since an GA/Admin/however you call it has been called,from now on i will only speak english in order to not get warned. I don't hate Gypsies as long as they work just like we do,and obey the law just like we do.Some Gypsies are bad,sure,but i personally don't hate them all.Same applies for Hungarians.
Uruk signalled for the Sawteeth escort to move to either side of the Royal limousine. "Keep them on the path! Don't let them fall into the bog!" Uruk shouted over the radio. He hung onto the light bar of the aged pickup with one hand, clutching his rifle close with the other. The trip would take a couple hours, and would be mostly uneventful once they got out of the 3 mile bog strip. The convoy sped through the bogs, reaching the outskirts of Ivaretsk fairly quickly. "Eyes up! Someone radio the cathedral, tell them we'll be there soon!" Uruk barked. Scanning the horizon for threats. As he predicted, the trip was uneventful, and they soon arrived in the Iron Square, outside the Grand Cathedral.
Uruk sprang from the bed of the pick up as soon as it stopped, and signalled the driver to leave, banging on the back window. He waited for the Royal family to emerge.
British Bayonet, East supple lund, and German holy roman empire
Ecronentia
"With the economy breaking 420 trillion dollars, President declares a 24-hour legalization of weed" -The Ackerton Times
Dovracshivengen
I meant you by plural, sorry my Romanian is awful. Because there is a stereotype about it. Sorry if i was rude, i was just curious.
Estantia
So the Government survived the no-confidence? Yay. Uncertainty still lurks.
*plays Nirvana on loud speakers*
Lahos federation
No problem mate,i honestly get asked a lot because there is a stereotype.My family are very liberal and as such we tend to have different views than the rest,although a lot of romanian students and teenagers would agree with me that we don't hate gypsies/hungarians.