Oneida
Established Nation
Grand Cathedral
Palace of the Honored
Navales, Auraria
President Ordenes sat in the holding room, flipping through the giant packet of briefing materials the Foreign Ministry had prepared. He chuckled to himself when he crossed over the sections outlining Queen Marie-Charlotte as only half an hour ago he was given a tour of the summit location and pointed out that the Ministry had used the wrong flag to represent the Imperial and Royal Confederation. He had never seen a face so red as the staffer who had coordinated the room. With the reputation of the Aurarians as a people obsessed with appearances, such a mistake would have been quite embarrassing.
He smiled and closed his notebook, taking off his glasses he found himself needing to read, and gazed out at the snow-capped Adriannes Mountains in the distance that formed the northern border with Serenierre and the Burgundian People’s Republic. The beauty of the mountains was only a slight distraction from the reality that kilometers away, the Grand Duchy of Frulaine - the same regime that was supportive of the Caudillo - was constructing permanent military encampments along its border with the unstable BPR. His thoughts soon drifted to the Serenien Premier Elisabeth Martinique, a powerful woman who never shied from ensuring that Serenien Dominance of the continent was unquestioned. Trusting them was a risky venture, but he’d be foolish to forget that she was one of the few who supported the Alliance in restoring Auraria’s democracy. Less on his mind was the Madurjans*, considered a constant throne in Auraria’s side since the 1500s as a military rival then to an economic one now.
A knock came to his door as an aide came in without his approval.
“Señor President,” the aid began “it’s time. The Delegates have assembled.”
The President nodded and rose from his chair, quickly grabbing his cane to support himself. He made his way to the aid and smiled at her as he walked by. On the outside of the room, the usual entourage of advisors, security detail, and aids that he could never escape were waiting. Each of them taking their turn to catch his ear and give their final briefs. “Mhm,” “Thank you,” “good work” he’d mumble to each one to give them the affirmation they desired. At the end of the long hallway was Foreign Minister Cabello, holding a blue hard stock folder with a golden seal of the President.
“Your finalized remarks, sir,” he handed the folder “We made all the edits you requested. The flags were rearranged as well..all good to go.”
“Is she okay?” The President handed his cane to the closest staffer and started reviewing his remarks. “The poor girl, it seemed her whole world had ended.”
“Yes,” the foreign minister chuckled “She’s fine. Properly disciplined but informed the sun will rise again.”
“That it will,” the President closed the folder and entered the room.
The room was in the Grand Cathedral of the Palace of the Honored. The upper dome was adorned in a much larger portrait of the one that sat above the tomb of King Matteo II. A mural of the world with vessels leaving from Auraria at the direction of the King to conquer new territories and unite them under the Crown. President Ordenes had wondered what sort of message that would send. The Ministry was convinced it would be one of power, Ordenes was convinced it would be a reminder of a power Auraria had not possessed for centuries.
The President made his rounds, introducing himself to each of the Delegates and addressing them properly concerning their rank. The small talk was quick as the President was insistent on making his opening remarks and beginning the summit. In due time, the gathered were assembled at a large circular table. The media was permitted to a taped off section surrounding the table so that the historic moment could be properly documented. As the room got situated, the President of the Republic rose from his chair to address the room.
“Brothers of Gallia,” he made out pushing through the pain caused to his knees by standing and walking around for so long without the support of his cane “History shall not shy away from mentioning the gravity of this day. Long has it been since the countries of Gallia have come together under the same roof to discuss matters of perpetual peace and prosperity on this continent.”
“We are gathered in the Aurarian Palace of the Honored,” he continued “Originally built as a Royal Palace to the Catamarcan Kings during the wars with Tauritania. Matteo the Great, the first King of a Unified Auraria, transformed this palace into a military hospital and living space for those who have given their lives fighting for Auraria. This palace once honored Kings, then it honored the warriors who fought the King’s war - now it will honor a continental commitment to peace.”
“Our countries have struggled each in our own ways. Auraria, only six years removed from the regime of a dictator, continues to rebuild and instate those ideals. This country has shown that the values of our people - enshrined in the Universal Declaration of Human Values - are intrinsically linked to our people and cannot be undone by the actions of any man. The Caudillo of Auraria, and his regime, was supported by the isolation he forced Auraria to undergo. That isolation inherently leads to mistrust and resentment. Mistrust and resentment - these are the feelings that have fostered all the terrors of Gallia. These are the feelings that will continue to haunt the serenity of our lands and the prosperity of our people.”
“I have asked each of you here today because I am of the firm belief that for all the things that separate our countries, for all the centuries-long history that defines where our borders lie, there is nevertheless more that binds us than divides us. We are the leaders of Gallia, we are the ones our countries entrust to protect them and I believe we will protect them and Gallia. I believe we’ll do it together.”
“In the spirit of cooperation, in the aspiration of perpetual peace - I, Bartolome Ordenes, President of the Aurarine Republic, formally welcome you to this country and formally announce the commencement of the Gallian Summit.”
*On Discord, Copper had assured Madurja would be represented, just RL is preventing a post.
Palace of the Honored
Navales, Auraria
President Ordenes sat in the holding room, flipping through the giant packet of briefing materials the Foreign Ministry had prepared. He chuckled to himself when he crossed over the sections outlining Queen Marie-Charlotte as only half an hour ago he was given a tour of the summit location and pointed out that the Ministry had used the wrong flag to represent the Imperial and Royal Confederation. He had never seen a face so red as the staffer who had coordinated the room. With the reputation of the Aurarians as a people obsessed with appearances, such a mistake would have been quite embarrassing.
He smiled and closed his notebook, taking off his glasses he found himself needing to read, and gazed out at the snow-capped Adriannes Mountains in the distance that formed the northern border with Serenierre and the Burgundian People’s Republic. The beauty of the mountains was only a slight distraction from the reality that kilometers away, the Grand Duchy of Frulaine - the same regime that was supportive of the Caudillo - was constructing permanent military encampments along its border with the unstable BPR. His thoughts soon drifted to the Serenien Premier Elisabeth Martinique, a powerful woman who never shied from ensuring that Serenien Dominance of the continent was unquestioned. Trusting them was a risky venture, but he’d be foolish to forget that she was one of the few who supported the Alliance in restoring Auraria’s democracy. Less on his mind was the Madurjans*, considered a constant throne in Auraria’s side since the 1500s as a military rival then to an economic one now.
A knock came to his door as an aide came in without his approval.
“Señor President,” the aid began “it’s time. The Delegates have assembled.”
The President nodded and rose from his chair, quickly grabbing his cane to support himself. He made his way to the aid and smiled at her as he walked by. On the outside of the room, the usual entourage of advisors, security detail, and aids that he could never escape were waiting. Each of them taking their turn to catch his ear and give their final briefs. “Mhm,” “Thank you,” “good work” he’d mumble to each one to give them the affirmation they desired. At the end of the long hallway was Foreign Minister Cabello, holding a blue hard stock folder with a golden seal of the President.
“Your finalized remarks, sir,” he handed the folder “We made all the edits you requested. The flags were rearranged as well..all good to go.”
“Is she okay?” The President handed his cane to the closest staffer and started reviewing his remarks. “The poor girl, it seemed her whole world had ended.”
“Yes,” the foreign minister chuckled “She’s fine. Properly disciplined but informed the sun will rise again.”
“That it will,” the President closed the folder and entered the room.
The room was in the Grand Cathedral of the Palace of the Honored. The upper dome was adorned in a much larger portrait of the one that sat above the tomb of King Matteo II. A mural of the world with vessels leaving from Auraria at the direction of the King to conquer new territories and unite them under the Crown. President Ordenes had wondered what sort of message that would send. The Ministry was convinced it would be one of power, Ordenes was convinced it would be a reminder of a power Auraria had not possessed for centuries.
The President made his rounds, introducing himself to each of the Delegates and addressing them properly concerning their rank. The small talk was quick as the President was insistent on making his opening remarks and beginning the summit. In due time, the gathered were assembled at a large circular table. The media was permitted to a taped off section surrounding the table so that the historic moment could be properly documented. As the room got situated, the President of the Republic rose from his chair to address the room.
“Brothers of Gallia,” he made out pushing through the pain caused to his knees by standing and walking around for so long without the support of his cane “History shall not shy away from mentioning the gravity of this day. Long has it been since the countries of Gallia have come together under the same roof to discuss matters of perpetual peace and prosperity on this continent.”
“We are gathered in the Aurarian Palace of the Honored,” he continued “Originally built as a Royal Palace to the Catamarcan Kings during the wars with Tauritania. Matteo the Great, the first King of a Unified Auraria, transformed this palace into a military hospital and living space for those who have given their lives fighting for Auraria. This palace once honored Kings, then it honored the warriors who fought the King’s war - now it will honor a continental commitment to peace.”
“Our countries have struggled each in our own ways. Auraria, only six years removed from the regime of a dictator, continues to rebuild and instate those ideals. This country has shown that the values of our people - enshrined in the Universal Declaration of Human Values - are intrinsically linked to our people and cannot be undone by the actions of any man. The Caudillo of Auraria, and his regime, was supported by the isolation he forced Auraria to undergo. That isolation inherently leads to mistrust and resentment. Mistrust and resentment - these are the feelings that have fostered all the terrors of Gallia. These are the feelings that will continue to haunt the serenity of our lands and the prosperity of our people.”
“I have asked each of you here today because I am of the firm belief that for all the things that separate our countries, for all the centuries-long history that defines where our borders lie, there is nevertheless more that binds us than divides us. We are the leaders of Gallia, we are the ones our countries entrust to protect them and I believe we will protect them and Gallia. I believe we’ll do it together.”
“In the spirit of cooperation, in the aspiration of perpetual peace - I, Bartolome Ordenes, President of the Aurarine Republic, formally welcome you to this country and formally announce the commencement of the Gallian Summit.”
*On Discord, Copper had assured Madurja would be represented, just RL is preventing a post.