Although crime rates in the Principality of Taured are small, specially murders, they are never zero. When Count Arnold Großjäger, the most hated Tauredan Lord, throws a banquet on his property for the over 1,200 Tauredan nobles and special guests, the chances of something getting out of his hands are big. Will his 60th birthday turn into a scandal for the Tauredan nobility? If so, how will they get hid of those bloodstains on their silk covers?
Bloodstains on the silk covers
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The most important event of the year will soon happen on the Großjäger Palace. Everyone who is someone is invited to the Banquet thrown in order to celebrate my 60th anniversary. My eldest son, Arturo, shall inherit my title as soon as he turns 30, which means I will remain as the Count Großjäger for six more years, much to everyone's happiness.
To whoever is reading, access the official website of the House Großjäger and see if you are deemed worthy of attending!
#GroßjägerHaus #ZählenGroßjäger #Großjägerbanquet #taured #principalityoftauredTo whoever is reading, access the official website of the House Großjäger and see if you are deemed worthy of attending!
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nah bro, nobody wants to attend the shitty party of the most disgusting Tauredan Lord
#shittyLord #Großjägersucks #outwiththenobles
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Young man, you hide under the false pretense of anonymity. I should let you know that, as soon as I discover who you are, I shall imprison you.
#GroßjägerHaus #ZählenGroßjäger #ArnoldGroßjäger
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23 April 2024 04:00 PM
YOU MUST DISCOVER WHO THE HELL IS @random_commoner AND SENTENCE HIM TO DEATH.
23 April 2024 04:36 PM
First of all. I'm not simply sending someone to their death just because you has told me to. Second. You do not even know whether this random commoner is Tauredan. Have you even thought of that?
23 April 2024 04:37 PM
How dare you. I almost own this country.
23 April 2024 04:39 PM
Last time I checked, I was still the Prince. So think twice about what you say to me. Besides I'd rather have the economy be half its current size with a quarter of the population if that meant less trouble. And if it also meant Taured without you.
23 April 2024 04:39 PM
You think too high of yourself, Prince.
23 April 2024 04:50 PM
And you are an entitled ass that no one likes. So what? Anyway I will look at this matter later.
23 April 2024 04:55 PM
You have until the end of the week to solve this. I do not want to ask twice, got it?
23 April 2024 05:45 PM
DON'T YOU DARE NOT ANSWER ME.
23 April 2024 06:12 PM
ANSWER ME. NOW!
25 April 2024 11:00 AM
You are so fucking annoying that sometimes wish I could kill you with my bare hands. To answer you stupid question, @random_commoner is NOT a Tauredan citizen, so it's out of my jurisdiction.
25 April 2024 11:02 AM
You are fucking inutile.
25 April 2024 02:10 PM
I will not be tolerating any more insults. Next time I will throw you into prison and take all of your assets, including your cheap clothing brand. Vogue or whatever.
25 April 2024 02:11 PM
IT IS CALLED ROGUE, YOU MORON. AND IT IS NOT CHEAP. IT IS A LUXURY BRAND.
25 April 2024 11:28 PM
Whatever. Please leave me alone for a month or more now. Otherwise I will simply block you.
May 11th, 2024
At the Palace of Count Arnold Großjäger
Evening
At the Palace of Count Arnold Großjäger
Evening
Enormous for such a small country, specially considering its over 1 million square feet of area, the opulent Großjäger property, really stood out to whoever saw it. Due to its massive walls and towers that seemed to reach for the sky, one could say it almost outshined the capital city, Tauredia. After all, the so-called event of the year would happen inside of these very walls. Taured is a really picturesque nation, smaller than most cities of most countries, yet has, within its walls (yes, another interesting fact of this strange people is that Taured's borders are completely walled) an unexpected diversity that most would be surprised to find.
As the Sun set, the more than two thousand attendees could feel the warm spring breeze. On the colorful garden full of blossoming plants, they would walk and mingle. There were red roses, lilacs, sunflowers, and some unknown plants also, perhaps native ones. Lord Großjäger is a stylish man whose comments perhaps lack a bit of polishing and moderation, was the opinion of the majority of the foreigners present. Among the natives, though, something that arose general envy and hatred towards him, is the fact that his company has a nominal value bigger than the entire nation's GDP.
Still, pretending that they liked Lord Großjäger, the nobles and dignitaries alike should simply smile and wave. After some while, though, Prinz Alessandro Rivera finally arrived. Arnold was waiting for the Prince, as it was considered rude to begin formal events without the Prince present. As soon as Alessandro arrived, though, Arnold hurriedly grabbed and scolded him.
"How dare you arrive late for my banquet?" Lord Großjäger whispered in an angry tone. "You know how much I hate when people are late."
"Fuck you." Was the cold answer of the Prince. "You are not the Prince, stop acting like you are the owner of this country."
"I am the fucking owner of this country, don't you forget about it." Arnold answered more irritated.
"I am this close to simply leaving this shithole." Alessandro said fiercely. "Can you imagine the humiliation it would be if I simply left?"
"Fine, have your way." Großjäger left the Prince alone. "I'll begin the ceremony now."
As the Sun set, the more than two thousand attendees could feel the warm spring breeze. On the colorful garden full of blossoming plants, they would walk and mingle. There were red roses, lilacs, sunflowers, and some unknown plants also, perhaps native ones. Lord Großjäger is a stylish man whose comments perhaps lack a bit of polishing and moderation, was the opinion of the majority of the foreigners present. Among the natives, though, something that arose general envy and hatred towards him, is the fact that his company has a nominal value bigger than the entire nation's GDP.
Still, pretending that they liked Lord Großjäger, the nobles and dignitaries alike should simply smile and wave. After some while, though, Prinz Alessandro Rivera finally arrived. Arnold was waiting for the Prince, as it was considered rude to begin formal events without the Prince present. As soon as Alessandro arrived, though, Arnold hurriedly grabbed and scolded him.
"How dare you arrive late for my banquet?" Lord Großjäger whispered in an angry tone. "You know how much I hate when people are late."
"Fuck you." Was the cold answer of the Prince. "You are not the Prince, stop acting like you are the owner of this country."
"I am the fucking owner of this country, don't you forget about it." Arnold answered more irritated.
"I am this close to simply leaving this shithole." Alessandro said fiercely. "Can you imagine the humiliation it would be if I simply left?"
"Fine, have your way." Großjäger left the Prince alone. "I'll begin the ceremony now."
After letting the guests mingle and talk, Lord Großjäger clinked his glass and asked for everyone's attention. The ball would soon start and, as it was customary, he would drink a sip of his wine so that everyone could dance. Everyone was paying close attention to the Lord. The fun was about to begin.
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9 May 2024
Eskilborg, Prydania
Commander Astrid Ruud thumbed through the file marked TOP SECRET, glancing up at the screens as Max Hveiti sipped some coffee, his bright orange and green Skandan shirt a bit of colour in the darkened room.
"Vaban 'the Jackal' Baria," Max said as the image of a Shivan man in his mid thirties, shaved head, a trimmed beard, and a scar over one eye, popped up on the room's major screen.
"Orphaned at the age of eleven when his parents were killed by the Iraelian Army."
"Innocents caught in the crossfire?" Astrid remarked. Max, however, shook his head.
"His father was a freelance bomb maker, selling his services to any revolutionary Shivan outfit that wanted them. His mother was his father's handler." Max took another sip of his coffee.
"In more ways than one."
"We don't know what happened to him after that, frankly, but he popped up around ten years ago as an overworked and underpaid assassin in the employ of the Aydini government. We can summarize one of his parents' contacts got a hold of him when they were killed."
"And now he works for the Ten Rings," Astrid said firmly. Indeed, pictures of Baria and the Satrap popped up, the two holding rifles in the desert somewhere, taking potshots at targets, the pictures blurry but clear enough to make out who they were.
"Já," Max replied, the ÖSU chief setting his mug down.
"The Ten Rings' existence, beyond the rumours that was, was only confirmed with their hijacking of the Iraelian ambassador four months ago, but our frantic catchup has born some interesting revelations. We know Vaban has been with the Ten Rings for at least seven years, possibly longer, and is responsible for at least twelve assassinations the world over."
"And no one caught this guy's trail?" Astrid asked, raising an eyebrow.
"His targets," Max replied, "were low level bureaucrats and middlemen. The type of people that, if the killings were spread out enough, could be written off as one-off murders. But together..."
Max hit a button on the remote he'd picked up and a series of newspaper clippings from the world over lined up.
"They form a pattern. Knock off the right middle man here and there, get someone else... someone in your pocket... to replace him, and you can effectively blackmail large sections of the worlds' governments without anyone, even the people on the take, knowing."
"So you want me to kill him then," Astrid said, as she looked at the photo of Vaban.
"No," Max said, to Astrid's shock.
"Fate, as it seems, has given us an oppertunity. The Jackal will be at a banquet in Taured hosted by this man, Lord Zählen Arnold Großjäger."
The image of Zählen Arnold Großjäger came to the forefront of the screen in the command centre.
"He's the richest man in Taured, worth roughly one hundred billion IBUs."
"Is he also tied to the Ten Rings?" Astrid asked, tilting her head as she looked at Großjäger's picture.
"No, but his banquet will provide a cover for the Ten Rings. You see, the Jackal will be at his banquet not because he's friends with the good Lord Großjäger but because he'll be meeting these men. Major Shao Fen and Yang Wuhan. Major Shao leads a criminal syndicate in Ba Feng called the Shunt, with ties to both the Ba Feng and Arianese militaries. They have aquired a briefcase sized nuclear device and will be selling it to the Ten Rings through the Jackall for ten million IBUs."
"Holy shit..." Astrid muttered. She was a Commander in the Royal Marines before being recruited into the ÖSU. Before that she was an anti-Syndicalist partisan. She knew war... and maniacs like the Ten Rings getting a nuclear bomb would not be good for anyone.
"Quite," Max replied.
"This is where our break comes in. Our intel tells us that the Jackal will be carrying certified bonds worth ten million IBUs for the exchange. Your mission will be to make contact with him before the meetup. Seduce him. Use this access to substitute his bonds with counterfit bonds, and fall back. When Shao and Yang realize the payment is fraudlent they will contact the Ten Rings and go after the Jackal. The Ten Rings will disown him, thinking he's stolen their money. Shao and Yang will want him dead for ripping them off and stealing their ten million IBU nuke. That's where you come in, offering him sanctuary in Prydania. We extract him, stage a suicide using a double, and get our hands on both the nuke and an invaluable source of Ten Rings intellegence."
Astrid looked at Max....
"Seduce?"
"Is that a problem?" Max asked back coldly.
"You knew what this job was when you said 'já.'"
Astrid narrowed her grey eyes just a bit, but shook her head.
"No. It won't be a problem."
"Didn't think so," Max replied as he picked up his mug to finish off his coffee.
"Besides, you don't even have to lay on your back for him. Play it right and you can get it done without it going that far."
"Thanks.... chief," Astrid remarked, shaking her head.
But he had a point. She knew the game. She'd agreed to it. And this wouldn't be the first time.
"Here's your ticket to Taured, your flight leaves in five hours. See the quartermaster before you head out."
Astrid nodded, taking the ticket and stuffing it in her jacket. She desperately wanted to say something, but knew it wouldn't change anything. So she just turned to leave. And just before she left Hveiti's office...
"Agent X-27? Good luck."
Astrid turned, and nodded.
"Danke, chief," was all she said before leaving. She had packing to get to.
Perfect Enemy by t.A.T.u., 4:12
Eskilborg, Prydania
Commander Astrid Ruud thumbed through the file marked TOP SECRET, glancing up at the screens as Max Hveiti sipped some coffee, his bright orange and green Skandan shirt a bit of colour in the darkened room.
"Vaban 'the Jackal' Baria," Max said as the image of a Shivan man in his mid thirties, shaved head, a trimmed beard, and a scar over one eye, popped up on the room's major screen.
"Orphaned at the age of eleven when his parents were killed by the Iraelian Army."
"Innocents caught in the crossfire?" Astrid remarked. Max, however, shook his head.
"His father was a freelance bomb maker, selling his services to any revolutionary Shivan outfit that wanted them. His mother was his father's handler." Max took another sip of his coffee.
"In more ways than one."
"We don't know what happened to him after that, frankly, but he popped up around ten years ago as an overworked and underpaid assassin in the employ of the Aydini government. We can summarize one of his parents' contacts got a hold of him when they were killed."
"And now he works for the Ten Rings," Astrid said firmly. Indeed, pictures of Baria and the Satrap popped up, the two holding rifles in the desert somewhere, taking potshots at targets, the pictures blurry but clear enough to make out who they were.
"Já," Max replied, the ÖSU chief setting his mug down.
"The Ten Rings' existence, beyond the rumours that was, was only confirmed with their hijacking of the Iraelian ambassador four months ago, but our frantic catchup has born some interesting revelations. We know Vaban has been with the Ten Rings for at least seven years, possibly longer, and is responsible for at least twelve assassinations the world over."
"And no one caught this guy's trail?" Astrid asked, raising an eyebrow.
"His targets," Max replied, "were low level bureaucrats and middlemen. The type of people that, if the killings were spread out enough, could be written off as one-off murders. But together..."
Max hit a button on the remote he'd picked up and a series of newspaper clippings from the world over lined up.
"They form a pattern. Knock off the right middle man here and there, get someone else... someone in your pocket... to replace him, and you can effectively blackmail large sections of the worlds' governments without anyone, even the people on the take, knowing."
"So you want me to kill him then," Astrid said, as she looked at the photo of Vaban.
"No," Max said, to Astrid's shock.
"Fate, as it seems, has given us an oppertunity. The Jackal will be at a banquet in Taured hosted by this man, Lord Zählen Arnold Großjäger."
The image of Zählen Arnold Großjäger came to the forefront of the screen in the command centre.
"He's the richest man in Taured, worth roughly one hundred billion IBUs."
"Is he also tied to the Ten Rings?" Astrid asked, tilting her head as she looked at Großjäger's picture.
"No, but his banquet will provide a cover for the Ten Rings. You see, the Jackal will be at his banquet not because he's friends with the good Lord Großjäger but because he'll be meeting these men. Major Shao Fen and Yang Wuhan. Major Shao leads a criminal syndicate in Ba Feng called the Shunt, with ties to both the Ba Feng and Arianese militaries. They have aquired a briefcase sized nuclear device and will be selling it to the Ten Rings through the Jackall for ten million IBUs."
"Holy shit..." Astrid muttered. She was a Commander in the Royal Marines before being recruited into the ÖSU. Before that she was an anti-Syndicalist partisan. She knew war... and maniacs like the Ten Rings getting a nuclear bomb would not be good for anyone.
"Quite," Max replied.
"This is where our break comes in. Our intel tells us that the Jackal will be carrying certified bonds worth ten million IBUs for the exchange. Your mission will be to make contact with him before the meetup. Seduce him. Use this access to substitute his bonds with counterfit bonds, and fall back. When Shao and Yang realize the payment is fraudlent they will contact the Ten Rings and go after the Jackal. The Ten Rings will disown him, thinking he's stolen their money. Shao and Yang will want him dead for ripping them off and stealing their ten million IBU nuke. That's where you come in, offering him sanctuary in Prydania. We extract him, stage a suicide using a double, and get our hands on both the nuke and an invaluable source of Ten Rings intellegence."
Astrid looked at Max....
"Seduce?"
"Is that a problem?" Max asked back coldly.
"You knew what this job was when you said 'já.'"
Astrid narrowed her grey eyes just a bit, but shook her head.
"No. It won't be a problem."
"Didn't think so," Max replied as he picked up his mug to finish off his coffee.
"Besides, you don't even have to lay on your back for him. Play it right and you can get it done without it going that far."
"Thanks.... chief," Astrid remarked, shaking her head.
But he had a point. She knew the game. She'd agreed to it. And this wouldn't be the first time.
"Here's your ticket to Taured, your flight leaves in five hours. See the quartermaster before you head out."
Astrid nodded, taking the ticket and stuffing it in her jacket. She desperately wanted to say something, but knew it wouldn't change anything. So she just turned to leave. And just before she left Hveiti's office...
"Agent X-27? Good luck."
Astrid turned, and nodded.
"Danke, chief," was all she said before leaving. She had packing to get to.
Perfect Enemy by t.A.T.u., 4:12
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