The White Night Summit

[Saaremaa]

Logannach House, Dun Glas
Mormaerdom of Caledonia

The city of Dun Glas can be literally described in those days a city under siege. On every street and on every corner, armed soldiers could be seen and the city council asked the police to break any group bigger than five people. All those actions were organized so that there would be no attack from the Revolutionary Democratic Army. The summit was very important for Cumbria, as it would help create a unified block against the Democratic Republic of Kadikistan. The planes of the delegates have arrived already and from any moment now, they will start to arrive... Pelagians, Eiffellanders, Mehldorfians and others*.

Dun Glas was the capital of the Mormaerdom of Caledonia. It was standing at the base of the Aonach Beag mountains. The city was clean and colorful, even if the Nordic environment in which it was situated was dull, gray from the rains, cold and humid. To the west, from the higher buildings of the city the taiga could be seen, a huge boreal forest that was spanning far away to Ivernia.

The foreign delegates were welcomed in the Logannach House, the palace of the regional parliament of Caledonia and the headquarter's of it's government. The High Kingdom of Cumbria, Caledonia and Loago was represented by the Lady Protector, Sabrina Corre and by the Toisech of Caledonia, Sean Blacach. The main faces of each camp in Cumbria were there: Sabrina Corre, showing the more pragmatic and flexible faction of Cumbrian politics and Sean Blacach, showing the intransigent and anti-communist face of the High Kingdom.

Corre and Blacach were waiting for the other delegates to be seated and to present themselves, before the discussions were to start.

[MENTION=1774]Pelasgia[/MENTION] [MENTION=18]Eiffelland[/MENTION] [MENTION=1974]Mehldorf[/MENTION]
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[Pelasgia]

Dun Glas was far from what felt like home for the Pelasgian Prime Minister. Born in Acroterium, on Chandax, to a prominent family of lawyers and statesmen, originally hailing from Melingia's Leuctron, which they had been forced to abandon centuries ago due to political rivalries within the Empire's leadership, he had been used to the warmest of Pelasgian weather and to the most coastal and insular of Pelasgian culture, on an island so traditional υ was pronounced /u/, much closer to the Classical /y/ than the /i/ sound which most modern Pelasgian dialects, including standard, employed. To him everything about Cumbria was foreign; not exotic, as it would in, say, Rashan, but certainly not like home. The weather, the architecture, the styles, the people, nothing felt like home. He was certain that even if he was from one of Pelasgia's most mountainous regions, like Euxenia or Brennia, it would still seem alien to him. Yet, he still managed to appreciate the beauty which, in all honesty, this peculiar corner of Europe was blessed with.

Turning to his right, he saw the Pelasgian counsul in the city, who had welcomed him upon his arrival and in whose car he was being discretely driven to the Logannach House; the ambassador's face was dull and somewhat depressed. Even he hasn't gotten used to this weather, Krevatas thought; a statement that seemed all the more impactful if one were to consider the fact that the consul's mother was from Dun Glas.

«Τὶ τρέχει με ὅλους αὐτοὺς τοὺς στρατιώτες, κύριε Πρεσβευτά;»
"What's with all these soldiers, mr. Ambassador?"

«Οἱ Κύμβριοι τοὺς ἔχουν ἐδῶ γιὰ ἀσφάλεια, κύριε Πρωθυπουργέ.»
"The Cumbrians have them here for safety, mr. Prime Minister."

Evidently, that was the only reason an otherwise democratic country could have soldiers patrolling its streets, making an otherwise perfectly beautiful city resemble a border town right before a battle. Whose safety, were they here for, however? This number of troops seemed a bit excessive for a summit, as even the Junta, a régime which treated its own citizens like enemies, as any tyranny would do, did not deploy this number of troops for diplomatic meetings right after the terrorist attacks in Propontis.

«Τὸ Δῦν Γλὰς μοιάζει ἰδιαίτερα ὡραῖο. Εἶναι ἐπικίνδυνο, κύριε Πρωθυπουργέ;»
"Dun Glas seems particularly scenic. Is it dangerous, mr. Ambassador?"

«Δυστυχῶς, ὑπάρχουν φόβοι ὄτι Ἐπαναστατικὸς Δημοκρατικὸς Στρατός θὰ ἐπιχειρήσῃ τρομοκρατικὰ χτυπήματα στὴν πόλη γιὰ νὰ σαμποτάρῃ τὴ Συμμαχία ἔναντι τῆς Καδικίδας, κύριε Πρωθυπουργέ.»
"Sadly, there are fears that the Revolutionary Democratic Army will attempt terrorist attacks in the city to sabotage the Coalition against Kadikistan, mr. Prime Minister."

Having been in Propontis during the attacks by the DKKP, Sophokles knew the concern of the Cumbrians all too well. Having reached the entrance of the Logannach House, the car slowed down to be checked. After being checked, it moved into the courtyard and stopped by the House's door, where it dropped off the two men. The Prime Minister and the Ambassador walked into the room where the meeting was to be held, greeting the two Cumbrian hosts.

 

[Rheinbund]

The first thing Chancellor Von Seydewitz noticed when he stepped out of the government plane (a jet‑powered Komet) was the difference in light compared with Eiffelland. The fact that the sun was lower on the horizon during daytime here than in Eiffelland made the light different. Paler. He had been traveling quite some time during his Chancellorship, also to this part of Europe, but now he noticed this difference in the light for the first time.
He originated from a noble family that went into business. The family originated from a property in the hills near Köln, but that property was not in the family any more. Von Seydewitz himself was born and grew up in Köln though. He started to work for a bank there, managed to earn a fortune, and then went into the Staatstag for the CDV. When his father died in 1948, he became the new Count of Seydewitz. Two years later, he succeeded Horst Jörgens as Chancellor.

And this Horst Jörgens was a person he was brooding about while flying to Dun Glas. Jörgens was the political leader of the sociodemocratic SPE as a representant of the left wing of that party when he became Chancellor, but Von Seydewitz had the impression that the man was even too left-wing for that. In any case, he was antimonarchist to such an extent that he didn’t mind about a safety risk for one of the Princes. After the King fired him, he disappeared. Nobody knew where he was. Maybe in Kadikistan? That could be an option. Philipp Neubauer, Minister for Internal Affairs in Jörgens’s last cabinet and also in Von Seydewitz’s first cabinet, studied with Jörgens, and had some nice stories about Jörgens’s radical past. Luckily not a violent past, and Marxism-Leninovism wasn’t that big in those days, but nevertheless.

Also Von Seydewitz was welcomed by the local consul, the consul of Eiffelland this time. He was not really surprised about the enormous amount of soldiers in Dun Glas. Eiffelland always did the same in the case of such visits. The KPE was by far not as dangerous as the DKKP or the Cumbrian RDA, but there was always the possibility of that single lunatic … or that single secret agent. When Eiffelland invited foreign heads of government, heads of state or otherwise foreign high politicians, it felt responsible for their safety. And it felt that responsibility very hard. 100% safety did not exist, but Eiffelland wanted to be sure that it had done everything possible to prevent the assault if it actually took place.

While discussing the local situation with the Eiffellandian consul and enjoying the extremely beautiful landscape, Chancellor Matthias Graf von Seydewitz arrived at Logannach House.