Telora
Establishing Nation
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2007
- Messages
- 2,285
- Capital
- Telor City
Secretary of State Karl Ekman was a well-travelled veteran of the Teloran diplomatic corps. He had been posted to dusty, far-off states that no-one cared to think of twice, and glittering capitals overflowing with money and power. He had been at the table with aged Emperors, slippery Prime Ministers and quiet despots, and liked to think he did a fair job dealing with them all. Like any good diplomat, he spoke French and German as well as his own languages, and used his masterful grasp of literature and the arts to weave his work with beautiful oratory to dazzle those who needed to be ushered into line.
This time, though, he was not coming to dazzle or charm. He was here to demonstrate support - to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Northern Council and give a show of solidarity behind their peace talks.
"Go and show Paris and Toledo that when we say 'talk', we mean 'get to talking today'" had said the President at his last meeting before boarding the plane. The scholarly, razor-sharp President Brännare was impatient with the two governments, as were many other in the Administration. Every day of fighting that passed choked Telora's trade a little more, made the markets a little more jittery and agitated public opinion slightly more.
The car from the airport to the meeting place was thick with these worries, and Karl's own attempts to try and cloak them in something more altruistic. The State Department was fervently cladding every statement in the language of international law - the sign that Telora was more interested in the security of the community, rather than just her own bank balance. He just hoped that this would pay off.
With a slight squeak, the car came to stop, and Karl strode out into the crisp, cold air of a January day in Batavië.
This time, though, he was not coming to dazzle or charm. He was here to demonstrate support - to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Northern Council and give a show of solidarity behind their peace talks.
"Go and show Paris and Toledo that when we say 'talk', we mean 'get to talking today'" had said the President at his last meeting before boarding the plane. The scholarly, razor-sharp President Brännare was impatient with the two governments, as were many other in the Administration. Every day of fighting that passed choked Telora's trade a little more, made the markets a little more jittery and agitated public opinion slightly more.
The car from the airport to the meeting place was thick with these worries, and Karl's own attempts to try and cloak them in something more altruistic. The State Department was fervently cladding every statement in the language of international law - the sign that Telora was more interested in the security of the community, rather than just her own bank balance. He just hoped that this would pay off.
With a slight squeak, the car came to stop, and Karl strode out into the crisp, cold air of a January day in Batavië.