[center][b][h3][color=steelblue]The Glorious Boletarian Commonwealth[/color][/h3][/b]
[color=steelblue][b]Summer of 1836[/b][/color]
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[i]As calendars marked the dawn of summer, signs of the blizzard and snow that had marked the previous winter slowly melted away. The blizzard had ceased it's assault months ago yet it's white still remained, roads once more became traversable as people emerged from their houses. Loved ones became once more united. Soon, the snow would melt entirely and people and serfs alike would be yet again working in the fields and factories. Pillars of smoke would once more mar the air as life became normal. With the changing of seasons however, came tidings of war. Some would not find their husbands, sons and fathers who had in the previous month been conscripted in response to rising tensions in the south. Outside of sovereign soil.  [/i][/center]
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[b][i]King Alorik II.
Wrenclaw, Capital of Boletaria. The Imperial Palace.[/i][/b]

[b]"Ah. So the Nehalenians wish to discuss diplomacy, over a cup of tea no less... Such talks might turn out lucrative. Reply post-haste that I accept. However, they will take place on Boletarian soil or not at all."[/b] Alorik Veliko spoke across the table at which himself, and his cabinet of advisers sat. 
[b]"My lord. The Nehalenians have a great deal of enemies. Why, rumors are that they face troubles in the New World. Accepting might tar your own reputation."[/b] Javor Malik, advisory in diplomatic affairs spoke aloud. 
[b]"Let them think what they may. Are we not the most powerful nation in the known world? Besides, I have always favored the underdog. Enough, I have made my decision, now let us speak of more pressing matters..."[/b] 

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[b][i]Captain Kentorovitch.
Zellonian Sea.[/i][/b] 

The Captain stood at the helm of his new ship, the smooth, hard wood of the ships wheel in his hands. This fine vessel was now his to command, he thought as as he looked across the deck and Boletarian sailors prepping the rigging. Recently purchased from the Zellonian Royal Navy, this 2nd Rate along with another of it's kind and three 3rd Rates were now the latest vessels to join the Boletarian Navy. The island of Zellon slowly faded into nothingness as the fleet departed. Cutting through the restless waves with ease, one thing was certain. The Zellonians knew how to build a ship.

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[b][center]Envoy to King George III from the Boletarian Commonwealth[/center][/b]
[i]Attn: King George Therus III
[right]Summer of 1836[/right]
Your excellency, 

The King is honored by your proposal and would like nothing more than to accept. Such talks will doubtlessly be beneficial to all parties. However, as the season has passed political tensions have increased, King Alorik II honorably asks that talks take place on Boletarian soil within Wrenclaw. His safety, i'm sure you understand stands above all else. If not for himself, but for the nation. 

Javor Malik, Advisory in diplomatic affairs
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