by Max Barry

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Region: Tsumonrin

Arvug wrote:Baataryn Flot

The official Arvugian internal government memo on the tribute ceremony states that the envoy's must be overwhelmed with sensory input prior to meeting the Khan, in accordance with this, as the Crown prince docks into the city, a massive loud parade is organised, meals being cooked by street vendors contributing to a wide variety of smells, jovial members of the crowd firing fireworks contributing to auditory and visual stimulation, and the energy of the crowd being heightened by some of the free drinks being passed around by suspiciously sober members of the Public Guard Watch. As the Prince on the deck of his ship is about to board the city, an honour guard of members of the Public Guard Watch and the Royal Guard assemble in opposing lines on the dock as their respective superiors yell "PRESENT ARMS".

A man wearing old fashioned Arvugian armour with a new M1911 in his chest holster can be seen barking these orders at the Public Guard, with the Deel underneath being of dark blue colour with white lines outlining the edges. His face freshly shaven, typical Arvugian features albeit with short trimmed hair, and a stern look in his eye as he observes the Prince while standing in between the lines of guards.

The docked envoy ship opens up and the first man off is the ship guard, followed by another man wearing a strange Arvugian/Worklawa uniform with a blue and purple sash whom waves fourth Crown Prince Jaropełk Sobieski of Worklaw, who exits carrying a weapon case. The prince is nearly knocked off his feet from the overwhelming sensations thrown at him and stumbles across the gangway to meet up with the leading Arvugian, his eyes catching every detail and taking in everything as his nose and ears get plugged by smells of food and defend by crowds respectively. He comes to stand in front of who he presumes to be the one who'll take him to the Great Khan, with his strange uniformed fellow standing behind him, he stands straight and tall and announces himself.

"I, Crown Prince Jaropełk Sobieski of Worklaw, am here to meet your great ruler and to offer our nation's tribute, ensuring the future peace and prosperity of both our nations." He states clearly and sharply.

Arvug wrote:Tauberg Expedition, Schayne, Waldreich mountains. HMRS Khulan of Myangan Nulimsny

On the snow covered deck of the Khulan, the clouds parted to reveal very blue skies, three men stand in front of Lord Commander Megujin Amarsaikhan(in his combat gear previously seen), as he inspects them.

"You there, man on the left, name?" he questions

Answering back, the man on the left does the Arvugian salute of putting a fist to his chest "Kuzhuk Ariunbold, Lord Commander."

"From the Ariunbold clan eh? a real shame if what i see ends up souring my view of that clan." pacing around the three men, he stops once again front of them "You have been assigned a recon task inside the target settlement, but before we get into the briefing i will, in accordance with the Basic Law, inspect your equipment prior to a mission. Now beginning with you Ariunbold, hold out your rifle"

Kuzhuk holds his rifle directly out in front of him horizontally as Megujin lifts it off his hands, Megujin notices that his rifle is a Mosin Nagant, racking the bolt back and forth and inspecting the chamber, doing a dry fire drill, and generally looking for visual defects. Megujin determines the rifle to be well maintained. Passing it back he only nods to confirm that its acceptable.

Slowly and audibly stepping out to the left, he notices the man in the middle is quite young, 16 if he was to estimate. "Name?"

cockily looking at the man of superior station he should not be insulting in any way, shape or form he replies with "Jochi Khasar but you can just call me Joch"

Restraining himself from beating the little sh*t right there and then, Megujin holds out has hand for the weapon, being presented with a sword. inspecting it he runs his hand along what should be the sharp bit but notices its quite dull, in addition he spots a few cracks and chips. Jochi's smirk is quickly turned upside down when Megujin punches him directly in the face out of nowhere before throwing the sword on the ground to his left, which bounces off the deck and into the mountain range. screaming "YOU LITTLE F*CKING SH*T, HOW DARE YOU NOT MAINTAIN YOUR WEAPON PROPERLY" He screams at the boy who had been driven to his knees "YOU ARE AN AMATEUR, NOT FIT TO BE BEFORE ME, YOU INSULT EVERY ONE OF US BY REFUSING TO PREPARE PROPERLY, I OUGHT TO THROW YOU OVERBOARD YOU F*CK. I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR SH*T FOR BRAINS SMUG FACE UNTIL YOU LEARN TO NOT OFFEND ME WITH EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE" he takes a second to breath as Jochi looks up at him with tears in his eyes, Megujin proceeds to punch him again in the face driving him onto his back, putting his boot on his neck and lightly pressing down as Jochi struggles. somewhat breathing heavily, he calmy asks "Command Duty Officer"

The CDO, undisturbed by what he see's simply approaches "Sir?"

"This swine is now unassigned from the mission, inform his captain he is to recieve 50 lashes via the Cat O'Nine tails, but tell him to keep it below deck to avoid triggering an avalanche in the valley" lifting his boot off of the boys neck.

"At Once" he walks off as some of the other members of the crew pick the now bloodied form of Jochi and drag him off to follow behind the CDO. Megujin takes a second to calm himself down before approaching the last man, the one he knows goes by the name of "Bolek Zhańbiony".

"I'm not in a good mood so i suggest you be better behaved then that idiot, present your weapon for inspection and give me your name" (Worklaw, your turn here.)

Bolek Zhańbiony standing straight and to attention mirrors the Arvugian salute and answers clearly and loudly. "I am Bolek Zhańbiony, this is my weapon." He slings it off his back and holds it in presentation for his commander to take. "It is a Worklawa MIR-1895 manufactured in 1914 and cleaned yesterday." He states proudly.

The rifle, one in the hands of Megujin would seem rather clean and well maintained, the scope freshly polished the barrel shining and the parts smooth and sliding in place like brand new, only a small bit of dirt can be seen staining the wood near the butt of the stock from the weapon's age and heavy use. Most notable though, about this rifle, is that it would have copper engravings and a tiny copper crest on the bolt, a practice that's done to weapons meant for notable people.

Arvug, Hurtgenwald, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic

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