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Cecil Brownlow Grandel, 4th Earl of Radborough, looked up from his newspaper in disgust.

'Have you seen this Jenkins,' he said, tossing the newspaper to the table in front of him, and reaching for his tea. 'Barely a day goes by with some hot head North Pacific nation causing trouble.'

'Indeed, sir,' said Jenkins, picking up the paper and carefully folding back into shape.

'If they're not waffling on about who moved their temple where, they're expelling each other and generally being bad eggs,' Grandel said, pausing to sip his tea before continuing, 'I know this politics business gets people going, but it is all terribly poor form. The trouble is Jenkins, these politician types are a bit like a whole herd of stags in rutting season, endlessly banging horns with each other without any hope of release.'

'Release, sir?' questioned Jenkins, momentarily lost in the metaphor his employer had just unleashed.

'Females man, females!' Grandel boomed, slamming his tea down and rising out of his chair. 'Well, for stags anyway. Although I dare say it might do some good for the politicians as well.'

Grandel strode across to the improbably large fireplace and stared into the flames.

'No, what I mean Jenkins is that without some kind of healthy way of working out ones frustrations, there are bound to be unpleasantries between all these leaders and ambassadors and the like.'

Jenkins refrained from pointing out that thanks to his recent appointment Grandel was one of those ambassadors.

'The answer is simple Jenkins, what The North Pacific needs is honourable and gentlemanly sport!' Grandel turned to look at Jenkins from the fire, grinning from ear to ear. 'Send a wire out immediately on that international infogram thing, Namyeknom challenges all nations, to any sport, anywhere!'

For a millisecond Jenkins was frozen in shock before stumbling out, 'I'm not sure that is what Lord Burghly intended the machine for when he got it installed.'

'Lord Burghly?' Grandel questioned.

'Yes, Lord Burghly, the Foreign Secretary.'

'Binky?! Oh, he wouldn't mind! Beside, if anyone challenges us to a bout of coxless pairs he'd be first in line for it! Now get wiring, there is a good chap. If you have any trouble ask Marjorie, she's awfully good at that sort of thing.'

Grandel settled back down in his chair, head full of dreams of sporting triumph.

To the Nations of The North Pacific,

Namyeknom invites any nation to participate in glorious and honourable sporting competition, for the promotion of intra-regional relations and honest fair play. Namyeknom can field athletes and teams in any sport and will refuse no reasonable challenge.

The Office of the Namyeknomian Ambassador to The North Pacific

(OOC - I can have a go at RPing the trash talk and results of any sport, but well known worldwide sports would be best. Team events or individual are fine. I'm offering exhibition matches just to see how the RP sport side of things works as I've not RPed at all really. I've been poking about on the NS Sports RP forums for a bit, and would be interested in seeing TNP develop either its own football/soccer league (or whatever sport the majority of people would want to do) or some kind of Athletics/Olympic style competition if there was enough interest in the rest of the region.

Results of any event to be randomly generated. For exhibition events I'm happy to do them, I'm happy of any opponents to do them, I'm happy for neutral parties to do them. Just as long as they are done.)
 
TO: The Office of the Namyeknomian Ambassador to The North Pacific
FROM: The Ministry of Parks and Recreation, Sports Division, Zemnaya Svoboda

The Petrograd and Moscow football teams have expressed interest in participating in your competition. Please send details for scheduling and financing to their managers at mgt@strazha.zs and mgt@spartak.zs.

The best of wishes,
Junior Undersecretary Ivan Sapozhnikov,
Head of the Ministry of Parks and Recreation Sports Division,
Respublika of Zemnaya Svoboda
 
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TO: The Office of the Namyeknomian Ambassador to The North Pacific
FROM: The Ministry of Parks and Recreation, Sports Division, Zemnaya Svoboda

The Petrograd and Moscow football teams have expressed interest in participating in your competition. Please send details for scheduling and financing to their managers at mgt@strazha.zs and mgt@spartak.zs.

The best of wishes,
Junior Undersecretary Ivan Sapozhnikov,
Head of the Ministry of Parks and Recreation Sports Division,
Respublika of Zemnaya Svoboda
To: The Ministry of Parks and Recreation, Sports Division, Zemnaya Svoboda; mgt@strazha.zs; mgt@spartak.zs
From: Askey Smythe, Committee Head, Namyeknom Committee of Sports

Mr Sapozhnikov,

Many thanks for your notice of interest. Some of our committee members have seen both the Petrograd and Moscow teams play and know them to be worth opponents. Namyeknom would be willing to send teams from New Namion and Ufflington to make a four team event. Financing wise, Namyeknom is happy to cover hosting/venue costs; with teams being responsible for their travel costs. I shall be in touch shortly with a complete proposal for the event.

Yours sincerely,

Askey Smythe
 
Romanoffia:
Tsar Roman of Novare Res would like to send The Imperial Skill-At-Arms Team to this international competition:

http://youtu.be/bm2p60w2-sY

(OOC: Actually, I know these chaps from past visits to the UK. Great tent pegging team!).
Grandel limped slowly back up the grand steps to Radborough Hall. His back throbbed with pain at every step, and he suspected he may have dislocated something. Possibly his spleen. As he reached the top, Jenkins appeared out of the main doors.

'Blast it man!' Grandel exclaimed between gritted teeth. 'Where did that telegram come from?'

'Novare Res, sir.' Jenkins said, supporting Grandel on one side and helping him towards the house.

'Well Jenkins, they're all mad I tell you! Insane. I can barely do that on my own, on horseback it's impossible!'

Grandel and Jenkins spent the next few minutes slowly negotiating their way through the house, before finally finding a comfortable enough chair for Grandel not to be in total agony.

'Wait are we going to do Jenkins? It would be un-Namyeknomian to refuse a challenge, but clearly these Novare Res lot practice the sport of the devil!'

'I've heard that there is a fine horse riding team in Upper Tassenburgh, sir.'

Grandel thought about it, and for the first time in several hours overriding pain wasn't at the front of his thoughts.

'Yes Jenkins! Excellent idea. I don't think they've done anything like this before, but they might just be mad enough to! Contact them at once!'

(OOC - "well known worldwide sport" and you give me this?! :P I have no idea on the rules or scoring, or even if there are rules and scoring. I'll do some looking up on it. Upper Tssenburgh will be contacting you shortly!)
 
"We must have tent pegging recognized as an international sport!", bellows Tsar Roman, peddling furiously on the grinding wheel while sharpening his P'09 cavalry sabre, sparks flying around the room. "Such military sports are here to display how civilized the world is!" ;D
 
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