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11-27-2017, 05:31 PM
Bucharest City, Allied States
Wednesday, 25 Dosa 1587
The twenty mounted soldiers of the Cavalry of the Guard stood at attention, as motionless as their black steeds, broadswords drawn and held in a salute. It was a tradition which dated back centuries, a fact reflected by the archaic, but immaculate uniforms that these cavalrymen wore. These soldiers were not mere set pieces, though. They were drawn from the best of the best from amongst the armed forces of the Allied States and also acted as a final line of defense for whichever official they were assigned to escort, a fact made evident by the assault rifles slung from special holsters hanging from their saddles. Also, according to rumor, each of them was trained to wield the broadsword that he carried. It was a strange mixture of tradition and modernity that was typical of Carpathia.
Outside the courtyard of the vast building that was the People's House, a crowd of journalists and bystanders was trying to take pictures, under the watchful gaze of an impressive security force consisting not only of police cars, but also of armored personnel carriers and what looked like a large contingent of the Carpathian equivalent of SWAT teams.
The People's House itself, was an impressive building. Standing right in the heart of the capital, it was a massive structure, the second largest in the world by surface area. Only the imperial palace which the Lanlanians were building for their emperor, was larger. An icon, in a country fraught with symbolism and tradition.
Foreign Minister Elias Borkson was welcomed into the conference room by Foreign Minister Lucescu, his Carpathian counterpart, as well as Marius Ionescu, the economy minister and Marcel Tudor, deputy minister of defense. Accompanying them, was an impressive contingent of aides and secretaries.
Octavian Lucescu, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Allied States, wore a simple business suit. He was a bald, old man of seventy-four, but his eyes were still sharp as he shook hands with his Lanlanian counterpart.
"Greetings, Minister Borkson and welcome to the Allied States. I hope your journey here, has been a pleasant one," he said, motioning to the semi-circular table which stood at the center of the conference room. "On behalf of the Allied States and their people, I thank you for coming here."
The conference table was of a peculiar design, shaped like a half-moon, so as to convey the idea that everyone was of equal station, while also allowing the people attending, to see whatever presentation was displayed on the large screen which hung on one of the walls.
Wednesday, 25 Dosa 1587
The twenty mounted soldiers of the Cavalry of the Guard stood at attention, as motionless as their black steeds, broadswords drawn and held in a salute. It was a tradition which dated back centuries, a fact reflected by the archaic, but immaculate uniforms that these cavalrymen wore. These soldiers were not mere set pieces, though. They were drawn from the best of the best from amongst the armed forces of the Allied States and also acted as a final line of defense for whichever official they were assigned to escort, a fact made evident by the assault rifles slung from special holsters hanging from their saddles. Also, according to rumor, each of them was trained to wield the broadsword that he carried. It was a strange mixture of tradition and modernity that was typical of Carpathia.
Outside the courtyard of the vast building that was the People's House, a crowd of journalists and bystanders was trying to take pictures, under the watchful gaze of an impressive security force consisting not only of police cars, but also of armored personnel carriers and what looked like a large contingent of the Carpathian equivalent of SWAT teams.
The People's House itself, was an impressive building. Standing right in the heart of the capital, it was a massive structure, the second largest in the world by surface area. Only the imperial palace which the Lanlanians were building for their emperor, was larger. An icon, in a country fraught with symbolism and tradition.
Foreign Minister Elias Borkson was welcomed into the conference room by Foreign Minister Lucescu, his Carpathian counterpart, as well as Marius Ionescu, the economy minister and Marcel Tudor, deputy minister of defense. Accompanying them, was an impressive contingent of aides and secretaries.
Octavian Lucescu, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Allied States, wore a simple business suit. He was a bald, old man of seventy-four, but his eyes were still sharp as he shook hands with his Lanlanian counterpart.
"Greetings, Minister Borkson and welcome to the Allied States. I hope your journey here, has been a pleasant one," he said, motioning to the semi-circular table which stood at the center of the conference room. "On behalf of the Allied States and their people, I thank you for coming here."
The conference table was of a peculiar design, shaped like a half-moon, so as to convey the idea that everyone was of equal station, while also allowing the people attending, to see whatever presentation was displayed on the large screen which hung on one of the walls.