Grandmaster
Deity
Stalin, please confirm whether iAmThaRizzah is Hungary, so I can answer the royal marriage diplo (if he isn't, I'll be accepting the marriage with Hungary, and offering my second daughter to Bohemia.)
Das Nesenlied : Kapitel Eins
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iAmThaRIZZAH said:
ummmm..... Ill be frank. When someone posts to join in a nes, and is their 1st post. Well i dunno, makes me think that you are some other neser that simply has 2 accounts.
and you seem too darn happy
......let me talk to a few chaps first.
Conard I the Just, Supreme Duke of Swabia, the Count of Ulm, Württemberg, Fürstenberg, sat in his castle surveying the two different groups standing in the middle of his court. One, from France seemed far too proud for his station, while the other from Genoa was flighty as a humming bird.
"Your grace, I come from nearby Provence with my father's blessing to seek the hand of fair Judith, the daughter who is renowned for her beauty. Surely the closeness of our nations, and the need for security makes mine the better claim than whatever this fool from Genoa can offer," the young man ended with a sneer towards the Italian, the distaste palpable in the air.
A ripple went through the court room, and the Italian merely smiled nastily at his counter part. A tension was seeming to mount, and the young blond girl of only sixteen years was at its center. She truly was fair, her high cheeks framed by soft blond curls, with blue eyes staring out from underneath her golden locks.
"Truly, my lady, I am from far fairer stock than such a fool that stands between us. Prick me, and then prick him, and we will see whose blood is redder, and I assure you my blood is of greater renown than the most noble Venetian lord!" said the Italian, scoffing himself at the other suitor.
"Prick us, to be sure, and you'd soon realize that this Italian would sooner trade away his own mother than too face battle truly!" responded the Frank hotly.
"Feasts, at least, would grace my noble table, unlike your paupers bread!"
With the exchange, the two almost came to blows, before a look from his daughter rose Conard from his seat. And it was just getting to the good part.
"My daughter is verily fair, and dearer to my heart than much fine gold. I am truly honored by your journey here to seek her hand, but violence in this court I will not allow. Thus, we will settle this with a test of words. Answer correctly this riddle, and I will allow your marriage to my daughter, but first, annouce yourselves to my daughter."
"I am William the Brave of Savoy," said the Frank.
"I am Michael the Fair of Genoa," said the Italian.
"Then here is your riddle, ponder well before you choose:
I am the black child of a white father;
A wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven.
I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me,
and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air
To: Conard I the Just, Supreme Duke of Swabia
From Michael the Fair of Genoa
My Lord I need not smoke to bring tears to my eyes, for the loveliness of Judith is sufficient unto itself for that purpose. I am learned in the classics my Lord.
From Michael the Fair of Genoa
My Lord I need not smoke to bring tears to my eyes, for the loveliness of Judith is sufficient unto itself for that purpose. I am learned in the classics my Lord.
From: Conard I the Just, Supreme Duke of Swabia
To: Michael the Fair of Genoa
Well have you spoken, and Fair in judgement you are, thus claim your prize with a loving kiss. Just Genoa wins the day, while slow Savoy is sent away.
To King Bjorn of Bavaria, Grand Duke of Bavaria (NPC)
From Fredrick II, Count of Swaben, Son of Conard Duke of Swabia
The convoy streched into the darkness upon the dirt road, with the flags of Swabia flying proudly at its front. Fredrick II was in the center, protected by his guard against any bandits that might prey upon the weary and the foolish. A torch bearer in the front suddenly cried out, seeing far into the distance, where a mighty shadowed castle loomed.
A single speck of fire rode down from the shadowed mass, a torch bearer coming to greet the envoy from Swabia. Squinting into the distance, Fredrick rode to the front to announce himself to the envoy, and find shelter from the darkness of night. And hopefully, a wife as well.
"Hark! Who comes to the castle of my lord?" asked the messanger.
"Fredrick of Swabia, Count of Swaben, and heir to the titles of my father, Conard the Just! I sent word several sunsets ago, with the reason of my coming. I hope dearly that I am well recieved at this late hour."
"Follow swiftly, Fredrick of Swabia, the nights are neither kind nor just to those caught unaware. Quickly, we must make haste into the protection of the castle."
"So you stand before me now, Fredrick of Swaben, in this sun lit hour, but I have not heard of what you wished so dearly to meet with with me about."
"My lord, I have but one noble wish in my journey to this mighty castle, one desire that I shall make known to you. Your daughter Elena is fair, and fairer than even my words, and suitors no doubt come from the four winds to seek but a glimpse of her precious locks, and many Jason's more noble than even I come seeking her.
Yet, I come to ask for her hand in marriage, even against these odds, for to hazard and risk is all that I can do for one as fair as your daughter. What shall be your answer?"
****
To: Michael the Fair of Genoa
Well have you spoken, and Fair in judgement you are, thus claim your prize with a loving kiss. Just Genoa wins the day, while slow Savoy is sent away.
To King Bjorn of Bavaria, Grand Duke of Bavaria (NPC)
From Fredrick II, Count of Swaben, Son of Conard Duke of Swabia
The convoy streched into the darkness upon the dirt road, with the flags of Swabia flying proudly at its front. Fredrick II was in the center, protected by his guard against any bandits that might prey upon the weary and the foolish. A torch bearer in the front suddenly cried out, seeing far into the distance, where a mighty shadowed castle loomed.
A single speck of fire rode down from the shadowed mass, a torch bearer coming to greet the envoy from Swabia. Squinting into the distance, Fredrick rode to the front to announce himself to the envoy, and find shelter from the darkness of night. And hopefully, a wife as well.
"Hark! Who comes to the castle of my lord?" asked the messanger.
"Fredrick of Swabia, Count of Swaben, and heir to the titles of my father, Conard the Just! I sent word several sunsets ago, with the reason of my coming. I hope dearly that I am well recieved at this late hour."
"Follow swiftly, Fredrick of Swabia, the nights are neither kind nor just to those caught unaware. Quickly, we must make haste into the protection of the castle."
****
"So you stand before me now, Fredrick of Swaben, in this sun lit hour, but I have not heard of what you wished so dearly to meet with with me about."
"My lord, I have but one noble wish in my journey to this mighty castle, one desire that I shall make known to you. Your daughter Elena is fair, and fairer than even my words, and suitors no doubt come from the four winds to seek but a glimpse of her precious locks, and many Jason's more noble than even I come seeking her.
Yet, I come to ask for her hand in marriage, even against these odds, for to hazard and risk is all that I can do for one as fair as your daughter. What shall be your answer?"
****
Captain2
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To: Vladimir
From:Arabia
he has already been married however we'll be happy with a Formal Alliance in its stead
From:Arabia
he has already been married however we'll be happy with a Formal Alliance in its stead
Swissempire
Poet Jester
After pondering for a bit, William of Savoy came up with the answer.
"Conard I the Just, Supreme Duke of Swabia, the Count of Ulm, Württemberg, Fürstenberg, I am sure, as sure as i love your daughter, that the answer to the riddle you present is smoke.
And i put to you that by virtue of my courtship your daughters hand should be mine. And my foreign advisors have told me that this IMPOSTER cannot be whom he claims to be, for Genoa is a pagan form of goverment, A REPUBLIC. *spits on ground* They have no nobles too rule their peasents sire. You are polluting your nobel bloodline with this atrocity. Your daughter would marry a common merchant?
Supreme Duke, I will not stand for this, and neither should you!"
"Conard I the Just, Supreme Duke of Swabia, the Count of Ulm, Württemberg, Fürstenberg, I am sure, as sure as i love your daughter, that the answer to the riddle you present is smoke.
And i put to you that by virtue of my courtship your daughters hand should be mine. And my foreign advisors have told me that this IMPOSTER cannot be whom he claims to be, for Genoa is a pagan form of goverment, A REPUBLIC. *spits on ground* They have no nobles too rule their peasents sire. You are polluting your nobel bloodline with this atrocity. Your daughter would marry a common merchant?
Supreme Duke, I will not stand for this, and neither should you!"
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: 
Please, someone say something about this....
EDIT: The Russian State-Muslim one that is
Please, someone say something about this....EDIT: The Russian State-Muslim one that is
Captain2
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about what?
Captain2
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arabia.... 
besides someone else controls it, not historical to the exact point
besides someone else controls it, not historical to the exact point
Wubba360
Emperor
To: Lile de France
From: Lorraine
Will you accept a four turn nap
To: Saxony
From: Lorraine
We could benefit much from one another, we propose a defensive pact
From: Lorraine
Will you accept a four turn nap
To: Saxony
From: Lorraine
We could benefit much from one another, we propose a defensive pact
Grandmaster
Deity
OOC: Assuming Stalin isn't confirming iAmThaRizzah:
To Kingdom of Hungary (NPC):
From Margraviate of Austria:
From among three most noble and qualified suitors His Grace the Markgraf has selected your honoured son, the prince of Hungary, to take his daughter's hand in marriage, and to inherit the whole of the East Mark. His Grace the Markgraf and the whole court and people of Austria honour the name of your Prince of Hungary, for his virtue, wisdom, strength, and prosperity are well known in the land. His Grace prays the most noble and mighty royal house of Hungary will approve and accept this union, and prays for God's blessing upon a prosperous and bountiful marriage.
To Duchy of Bohemia (NPC):
From Margraviate of Austria:
His Grace the Markgraf does respect and honour the noble name of the prince of Bohemia, who is known in the whole of Austria for his great strength, courage, and valour, and for his many victories on the field of battle. His Grace thus offers the hand of his younger daughter, who surpasses even her sister in beauty and Christian piety, to the valiant and noble Prince of Bohemia.
To Kingdom of Hungary (NPC):
From Margraviate of Austria:
From among three most noble and qualified suitors His Grace the Markgraf has selected your honoured son, the prince of Hungary, to take his daughter's hand in marriage, and to inherit the whole of the East Mark. His Grace the Markgraf and the whole court and people of Austria honour the name of your Prince of Hungary, for his virtue, wisdom, strength, and prosperity are well known in the land. His Grace prays the most noble and mighty royal house of Hungary will approve and accept this union, and prays for God's blessing upon a prosperous and bountiful marriage.
To Duchy of Bohemia (NPC):
From Margraviate of Austria:
His Grace the Markgraf does respect and honour the noble name of the prince of Bohemia, who is known in the whole of Austria for his great strength, courage, and valour, and for his many victories on the field of battle. His Grace thus offers the hand of his younger daughter, who surpasses even her sister in beauty and Christian piety, to the valiant and noble Prince of Bohemia.
Wubba360
Emperor
To: Flanders
From: Lorraine
Would you wish to set up an arrangement for my younger daughter to marry one of your sons to secure peace?
From: Lorraine
Would you wish to set up an arrangement for my younger daughter to marry one of your sons to secure peace?
(Genoa was a Republic in our world, and was nominally controlled by the Holy Roman Empire. However, as the Holy Roman Empire does not exist, and Genoa in its stats has heirs, this would indicate a monarchy of some kind, perhaps with some democratically elected consuls in the merchant city)
To William of Savoy
From Conard I the Just
Despite your insults, which are enough to cause wars, I will not change my decision, as the state of Genoa is as noble as the grandest Duchy in France, with Michael the Fair standing to inheirit his father's noble lands upon his death. Whether he is a merchant or a warrior, my fair daughter will rule grand Genoa with him whilst I grow old here in my palace of stone.
To William of Savoy
From Conard I the Just
Despite your insults, which are enough to cause wars, I will not change my decision, as the state of Genoa is as noble as the grandest Duchy in France, with Michael the Fair standing to inheirit his father's noble lands upon his death. Whether he is a merchant or a warrior, my fair daughter will rule grand Genoa with him whilst I grow old here in my palace of stone.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
OOC: I didn't see your post when i sent the PM. We should wait for Stalin's word on it. Because the Doges aren't around for a while more......
Captain2
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To: Christian Kingdoms
From: Arabia
we are willing to offer a deal towards you, in exchange for no harassment of the Islamic state we will be willing to allow christian pilgrimages into the holy land
From: Arabia
we are willing to offer a deal towards you, in exchange for no harassment of the Islamic state we will be willing to allow christian pilgrimages into the holy land
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