Oneida
Established Nation
The Carintho-Harkaner Legation
Dun Eidyn, Caledonia
February 18, 2018
Minister Ervin Cinege sat back in his office, rubbing his temples. The room was quiet, the only sounds coming from the ticking of his grandfather clock and the constant “binging” of his e-mail inbox as the Carintho-Harkaner Legation in Caledonia was erupting into activity as a result of the coup d’état. He swiveled in his chair to view the large Burgundian doors that lead to the balcony of his office. There was a certain calming sensation while watching the silent snow falling upon the revolutionary city.
The Minister rose from his chair and walked over to a cabinet across from his desk. He pulled out a bottle of Whiskey, imported straight from Karcag, and poured himself a bit in his glass. He swirled the whiskey in the glass as he walked toward the table in his office, and took a seat in the corner – giving him a full view of his rather ornate office for a Legation. He loosened his tie and undid the first button of his collar, throwing back the whiskey in one gulp. It warmed his belly as he looked to the clock “2:45AM,” he said to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door “I’m busy,” he yelled back. “Herr Cinege,” the insistent voice called back, knocking once again. He had recognized the voice as that of his assistant, Marcella Eckstein. The Minister sighed as he rose from his chair and walked toward the door, unlocking it.
“Marcella,” he began “I specifically instructed you not to bother me tonight unless the Kaiser himself was on the phone.”
“I’m sorry, Herr Cinege,” she was interrupted.
“I am not a German man, Marcella,” he snapped “You needn’t call me Herr.”
“Of course sir,” Marcella nodded “I am sorry.”
“Now, is the Kaiser himself on the phone right now?” Ervin asked.
“No sir,” she answered.
“Is the Chancellor on the line? Is Minister Falkenrath?” he persisted.
“No sir, no,” she tried to get a word in edgewise.
“Then my God,” he roared “Why would you interrupt me when I have specifically asked you not to?”
“I am sorry, sir,” she answered “However I do believe the situation has changed quite drastically and it commands your immediate attention. Minister, the security team downstairs has confirmed that the Caledonian King, Mael Colium V, has arrived in the Carintho-Harkaner Legation…he is now on our sovereign territory.”
The Minister’s expression changed drastically. It was as if the toll that the hours of the day and years of his life had taken on him completely dissipated. He shot over to his computer to see if any of his 109 unread e-mails made any mention of the King’s arrival at the Legation or if anyone had any knowledge of that he would be arriving.
“Marcella,” he yelled “does any one know that the King has arrived?”
“No,” Marcella answered “He arrived in the cover of night. His team told us that no one other than his family and the most trusted of his aides are aware that he is here right now. Should I call Hallein and get the Minister on the line?”
“Yes,” the Minister commanded – rebottoning his shirt and putting his tie back on “Inform Minister Falkenrath promptly and the Chancellor. In the meantime, provide the King with food and a place to rest – we aren’t savages.”
Dun Eidyn, Caledonia
February 18, 2018
Minister Ervin Cinege sat back in his office, rubbing his temples. The room was quiet, the only sounds coming from the ticking of his grandfather clock and the constant “binging” of his e-mail inbox as the Carintho-Harkaner Legation in Caledonia was erupting into activity as a result of the coup d’état. He swiveled in his chair to view the large Burgundian doors that lead to the balcony of his office. There was a certain calming sensation while watching the silent snow falling upon the revolutionary city.
The Minister rose from his chair and walked over to a cabinet across from his desk. He pulled out a bottle of Whiskey, imported straight from Karcag, and poured himself a bit in his glass. He swirled the whiskey in the glass as he walked toward the table in his office, and took a seat in the corner – giving him a full view of his rather ornate office for a Legation. He loosened his tie and undid the first button of his collar, throwing back the whiskey in one gulp. It warmed his belly as he looked to the clock “2:45AM,” he said to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door “I’m busy,” he yelled back. “Herr Cinege,” the insistent voice called back, knocking once again. He had recognized the voice as that of his assistant, Marcella Eckstein. The Minister sighed as he rose from his chair and walked toward the door, unlocking it.
“Marcella,” he began “I specifically instructed you not to bother me tonight unless the Kaiser himself was on the phone.”
“I’m sorry, Herr Cinege,” she was interrupted.
“I am not a German man, Marcella,” he snapped “You needn’t call me Herr.”
“Of course sir,” Marcella nodded “I am sorry.”
“Now, is the Kaiser himself on the phone right now?” Ervin asked.
“No sir,” she answered.
“Is the Chancellor on the line? Is Minister Falkenrath?” he persisted.
“No sir, no,” she tried to get a word in edgewise.
“Then my God,” he roared “Why would you interrupt me when I have specifically asked you not to?”
“I am sorry, sir,” she answered “However I do believe the situation has changed quite drastically and it commands your immediate attention. Minister, the security team downstairs has confirmed that the Caledonian King, Mael Colium V, has arrived in the Carintho-Harkaner Legation…he is now on our sovereign territory.”
The Minister’s expression changed drastically. It was as if the toll that the hours of the day and years of his life had taken on him completely dissipated. He shot over to his computer to see if any of his 109 unread e-mails made any mention of the King’s arrival at the Legation or if anyone had any knowledge of that he would be arriving.
“Marcella,” he yelled “does any one know that the King has arrived?”
“No,” Marcella answered “He arrived in the cover of night. His team told us that no one other than his family and the most trusted of his aides are aware that he is here right now. Should I call Hallein and get the Minister on the line?”
“Yes,” the Minister commanded – rebottoning his shirt and putting his tie back on “Inform Minister Falkenrath promptly and the Chancellor. In the meantime, provide the King with food and a place to rest – we aren’t savages.”