Gunnland
FTR
DAY FOUR
Department of English
Sebastian Quintaine University
Southport-on-Sea
Canton of Western Crownland
Commonwealth of Cornavia
"The irony of your terrorist situation here, Rector Hayter, is that your Nordic extremists pretend to be influenced by pan-Nordic ideas: Aren, Suionian, as well as Oelarian. But..." Still slumping in his chair, Vandrare Vilhjálmsson raised a finger. Like many academics, it seemed as if only his eyes and hands were alive. "...as this conference should make very clear, the fetishization of Nordicness which you see in Franken, in Arendaal, in Suionia, and so on... septentrionalism... is the opposed by Sarkonism because of the influence of Christian religious universalism. You see?"
It was not certain that Hayter saw, but he acquitted himself well, realizing that most academics only talk about their own very narrow sub-specialties. Still, given the terrorism crisis, this conference did appear apropos.
Feargus Ulfsson smiled as he overheard the didactic Perseifur, altogether off in his own world. He remembered on the ferry from Gunnrsund, Vandrare Vilhjálmsson was confused into thinking Magnusson was Göran's patronymic middle name, not his last name. "Feargus Ulfsson, why doesn't this man put his proper surname on his papers? I know he sounds like a septentrionalist, and rightly should be ashamed, but is he some kind of terrorist?"
The irony, of course, which Fergus Ulfsson Gunnr did not realize, was that the real world was even more bizarre than Perseifur's imagination.
Gunnr's phone beeped once, and he looked down at his pocket. An unencrypted Campanile message from Jens Yvosson Halvbefaren? Madness!
It was uncharacteristically urgent-sounding from the typically calm Halvbefaren. Gunnr picked up on the reference to Yvo Feargusson Gunn. Well yes, Jens, he impregnated your mother out of wedlock and married another. But it didn't go so far as rape. Geijer had done something far worse than that, and he wondered how it would play out with the Alvitrs now. Is Jens Yvosson really so blinded by self-pity that he doesn't see how this could explode?
That was almost the most provocative thing in the e-mail. He wants Vandrare Vilhjálmsson to run for a council seat? He wants to make contact with the Oikawans? If Jens Yvosson toed the line between brilliance and insanity, then Atreifur Tomasson was entirely deranged. And these people plan to run a country! At least he wasn't some prick traitor like Chris Hjovarthursson Alvitr.
At least it wouldn't be so hard to contact the CIS. They had probably already intercepted the e-mail as it was.
Department of English
Sebastian Quintaine University
Southport-on-Sea
Canton of Western Crownland
Commonwealth of Cornavia
"The irony of your terrorist situation here, Rector Hayter, is that your Nordic extremists pretend to be influenced by pan-Nordic ideas: Aren, Suionian, as well as Oelarian. But..." Still slumping in his chair, Vandrare Vilhjálmsson raised a finger. Like many academics, it seemed as if only his eyes and hands were alive. "...as this conference should make very clear, the fetishization of Nordicness which you see in Franken, in Arendaal, in Suionia, and so on... septentrionalism... is the opposed by Sarkonism because of the influence of Christian religious universalism. You see?"
It was not certain that Hayter saw, but he acquitted himself well, realizing that most academics only talk about their own very narrow sub-specialties. Still, given the terrorism crisis, this conference did appear apropos.
Feargus Ulfsson smiled as he overheard the didactic Perseifur, altogether off in his own world. He remembered on the ferry from Gunnrsund, Vandrare Vilhjálmsson was confused into thinking Magnusson was Göran's patronymic middle name, not his last name. "Feargus Ulfsson, why doesn't this man put his proper surname on his papers? I know he sounds like a septentrionalist, and rightly should be ashamed, but is he some kind of terrorist?"
The irony, of course, which Fergus Ulfsson Gunnr did not realize, was that the real world was even more bizarre than Perseifur's imagination.
Gunnr's phone beeped once, and he looked down at his pocket. An unencrypted Campanile message from Jens Yvosson Halvbefaren? Madness!
Fergus Ulfsson -- Here's hoping the conference with V. V. Perseifur is going well. You have no doubt heard about Geijer. He will not be attending and is in hiding, for now, in Gunnrsund. The son of a bitch... old Yvo would have been proud!
Change of plans -- We will stand V. V. Perseifur for the Hólar council seat. Leak that to the CIS or DMI so they can make contact. Standish and Clark here should know to support the Sarconist right-wing and make good friends with V.V.P. while he is running in Hólar. if they haven't seen the Alvitrs' true colors already. You might remind them.
Since Geijer screwed his job -- literally -- it will fall on you to talk to the Cornavians. Remind them we are the bulwark against an EDF takeover. Start a conversation with them. What about inviting the LFS in to balance out the EDF, and present a Cornavian-Oelarian alliance as a "middle way"? That's the Sarconist way to do things. Should I write my friend Atreifur Tomasson Aethur at our mission in Oikawa?
Tell me where they stand. We can't afford to lose friends we should rightly have. Good luck. Until the Geitrae withers. -- J.Y.H.
It was uncharacteristically urgent-sounding from the typically calm Halvbefaren. Gunnr picked up on the reference to Yvo Feargusson Gunn. Well yes, Jens, he impregnated your mother out of wedlock and married another. But it didn't go so far as rape. Geijer had done something far worse than that, and he wondered how it would play out with the Alvitrs now. Is Jens Yvosson really so blinded by self-pity that he doesn't see how this could explode?
That was almost the most provocative thing in the e-mail. He wants Vandrare Vilhjálmsson to run for a council seat? He wants to make contact with the Oikawans? If Jens Yvosson toed the line between brilliance and insanity, then Atreifur Tomasson was entirely deranged. And these people plan to run a country! At least he wasn't some prick traitor like Chris Hjovarthursson Alvitr.
At least it wouldn't be so hard to contact the CIS. They had probably already intercepted the e-mail as it was.