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Valares wrote:We'll is it retconned or not? Cause some people (Valyria, Virshia, and Spiritualiza for instance) make it sound like it WILL be retconned. So don't yell at people for no reason. Now good day, and don't make a scene.

Hark says the angel. You're one to talk.

Valares wrote:We'll is it retconned or not? Cause some people (Valyria, Virshia, and Spiritualiza for instance) make it sound like it WILL be retconned. So don't yell at people for no reason. Now good day, and don't make a scene.

Actually, Virshia has said she's giving it to Spiritualiza. And, he's b(Spirit) been opposed to it being retconned. So, I have no idea where you got that from. And, again, no one is yelling at you. What indication do you have that we are?

Felkesjud wrote:Actually, Virshia has said she's giving it to Spiritualiza. And, he's b(Spirit) been opposed to it being retconned. So, I have no idea where you got that from. And, again, no one is yelling at you. What indication do you have that we are?

I thought that it would be retconned. My bad.

Virshia wrote:I thought that it would be retconned. My bad.

SEEE!!

Virshia wrote:I thought that it would be retconned. My bad.

Well, some people want it to be retconned. But, the decision is ultimately up to you.

Virshia wrote:I thought that it would be retconned. My bad.

Dammit Vir! WATERTIGHT PLANS

SPIRIT GETS IT. NO ARGUMENTS.

I even don't know what happend...

Kraslavia wrote:I even don't know what happend...

WE HAPPENED KRAS. WE HAPPENED

I need an RP excuse to make another one of these videos:
http://tinypic.com/usermedia.php?uo=adkBqYNLltsQBBsbDliW1Ih4l5k2TGxc#.VCxwuVXF8tL
I.E, a terrorist attack, tornado, etc.

News from the Bay of Beruka

Kustrian vessels were involved in a small dispute with a trade vessel heading to Beruka, an armed tug accidentally rammed the ship whilst demanding it paid toll passing into the bay.

Kustrian diplomats have apologised profusely for the incident and have abandoned and sunk the tug in question as reparations for any damage caused.

The Glory continues to patrol the bay between the two great reaches of Kustrian territory. The mouth of the bay, linking the nation's capital of Taria with its southern neighbour of Vasilia, is claimed as Kustrian waters. The intention to continue to control naval trade in the area has been reinforced by sights of a new ship being built. Rumoured to wield five guns, over twice as many as the Glory, the new ship is believed to be named Vengence.

I don't know what retconned means. I also don't get how some states have scores of hexes, are their populations really that enormous? If so I'm calling broken on the nationstates population increase formula

Kustria wrote:I don't know what retconned means. I also don't get how some states have scores of hexes, are their populations really that enormous? If so I'm calling broken on the nationstates population increase formula

Retcon essentially meant to remove it from the history of the region.
Anyway, the whole "population for hexes" thing is only as a start-up colonization. Once one has started up their nation, it's no longer based on population. One can increase their nation with every update of the map. So, population only affects a starting nation.

Khalite Polar North: Vengeance Never Sleeps

Ukaz Team 1-1 of Commissariat Ops, all six mechs, blazed aloft towards Nexus Research Station 4 on brilliant pillars of rocketing flame, their booster packs roaring throatily like titanic bass musical instruments forged by the feverish, divine influences of a brutal god. As each Ukaz mobile suit had blasted off from their positions two kilometers distant from NRS4, they had done so with great explosions of steam, the backwash from their boosters obliterating ancient permafrost into temporary clouds of loose moisture that were destined to recrystallize from vapor to frozen flakes in the harsh, frigid climate of the great arctic shelf.

Zytzev, Scylla, Balmong, Chu, Zhiss, and Zugo all felt tense, their hands gripping the control surfaces of their insulated command cores with stoic patience as they ascended skyward, accelerating hundreds of meters closer to NRS4 with every passing moment. A nervous dread afflicted some members of Ukaz Team 1-1, as they had assuredly been detected by the traitors that were now in control of the large facility.

The Commissar had scarcely imagined that it would come to this. After all of the rebellions, insurrections, betrayals, treachery, and insidious corruption from within that had been eradicated during the Combine purges, it was with the most furious of outrage he felt upon being informed by Omnissiah of a distinctly appalling and sorrowful insurrection that was forming in the polar wastes of one of the Combine's few bastions of productive research;

Solfasist radicals, members of the loyal vanguard of the old regime that had faithfully served the Commissar without fail or deviation, had enshrined the highest ideals of Solfasism-- atheism, authoritarian socialism, military elitism, the will to conquer --and, in a twisted way that the must have seen as heroic, defied the new Combine in a continuance of the old mission; to grasp and achieve the ultimate greatness and glory, for Khalite's honor, the destruction of all foes and the enlightenment of the whole world under Khalite's strong leadership.

And it was with grim realization that the Commissar had known, without doubt, that the old Solfasists and their pride-- one that he had once shared in deeply --could never be vanquished with logic. Zytzev knew that the old mission of Solfasism, as glorious and deeply moving in his heart as it had been, was a dying dream from an arrogant time that no longer could be. Nor would it.

The Solfasist radicals, as Omnissiah had informed him, had secretly used the industrial and scientific facilities of NRS4 as some kind of base, and that they had exploited new corruptions that were, as of very recently, being rooted out and sundered apart by Commissariat snatch-teams and shock raids. At this very moment, new waves of traitors were being processed by the Combine for interrogation, and, inevitably, inhuman torture to glean from them confessions both true and false before they were erased from the stream of time. Even now, Zytzev still felt a lingering sort of pride for these Solfasist radicals and what they'd accomplished. The radicals had managed to create their own thriving community in the most unlikely of places, had stolen, lied, cheated, manipulated at every turn to build up stores of supplies, equipment, weapons, and most importantly, technological infrastructure.

In Zytzev's reverie for the past, his forlorn musings about what could have been and now what had to be done, he did not lose sight of the objective. Very soon Ukaz Team 1-1 came in contact with NRS4, and the sensing instruments of his mobile suit began to light up, various symbolic triangles and circles flashing on his command screens to pick out points of interest. The facility was a black monolith surrounded by fields of neatly arranged structural cylinders and prefabricated structures. No sooner had Zytzev's team came into visual range of the facility did the hidden gun emplacements nearest to their flight path open up!

Heavy projectiles krumped from artillery guns dug into the ice in craftily engineered firing defilades that presented as little of the weapon as possible as it was necessary to engage distant targets. Dozens of such guns send shells whizzing towards Ukaz Team 1-1, but many missed for the simple reason that, despite the ingenuity of the defensive perimeter, the guns were not properly zeroed to engage targets at the height of the rocket-lifted Ukaz mobile suits.

Some of the guns hit their marks, but at oblique angles that sent the shells ricocheting off. A ping from Ukaz 5 alerted Zytzev: "Ukaz 1, Ukaz 5 here. Structural damage to Ukaz 5. Ground mobility hindered by thirty-seven percent. Non-critical."

Zytzev mentally registered this, and then he opened the all-hail comm, "Ukaz 1 to Algam teams, radical perimeter contact. Heavy resistance. Begin ground assault."

Somewhere below, at various points surrounding NRS4 at a distance of 400 meters from the perimeter, arose figures from the flurries of snow like reanimated corpses from icy graves. Skitarii teams of the Algam Corps had been dropped off in secret, many kilometers away, by Commissariat Ops Valkyria transports in preparation for the attack. The Skitarii soldiers themselves stood in teams of twelve, bulky and brutish like humanoid mechanical monsters. With the radical's defensive guns alerted to the Ukaz and preparing to fire up into the air, the Skitarii began loping across the frozen plain in a mad rush to close the distance. They had no heavy support besides Ukaz Team 1-1, but that would prove to be almost unnecessary.

Armed with shoulder-rocket grenadiers and bolter guns, the Skitarii engaged the defensive perimeter as they closed in. Hard-hitting bolts and explosive rockets zipped and shrieked in from different directions, a withering crossfire of heavy infantry weapons to suppress the radical gunnery teams. The Skitarii cyborgs were still partially covered in snow, their towering, grotesque, armored bodies combined with that fact to vaguely make them resemble cryptozoological yetis of myth.

The surprise had the immediate effect of overwhelming the external perimeter at various points, the Skitarii tromping forward closer and closer to begin exploiting breakthroughs that they had made with their swift and brutal attack. Almost as soon as the attack had begun, Ukaz Team 1-1 came down from above, falling in formation towards an interior portion of the facility.

The team fell rapidly, the ground closing in with dizzying speed, until almost in unison the group of mobile suits slammed into the ground feet first! Such was the force of the impact that radical soldiers, still in frantic flight to their battle stations, were staggered by the booming impact that rocked the ground, the knees of the mobile suits bent to absorb the colossal shock, their seemingly tank-sized feet creating great cracks in the hard ground.

With rapid-fire instructions from Zytzev, Ukaz Team 1-1 began to engage targets at close to medium range. Rocket warheads flattened entire buildings with huge concussive blasts, laser blasts perforated disabling holes in parked vehicles or heavy weapons, cannon shells both heavy and standard slammed into solid and soft targets with brutal staccato barks and ear-shattering booms. The towering Ukaz, metal giants, wrecked immediate punishment on anything that dared to move or scramble in hopes of escape or vengeance. Any target that was too close to be hit with a ranged weapon was merely squashed underfoot with the simple malice one would dispense upon a distasteful breed of insect.

It was a blitz, a rout; the Skitarii swarmed in from without in growing multitudes, and the Ukaz demolished opposition from within the perimeter where they'd landed. It was chaos.

Zytzev's eyes constantly flicked from screen to screen, taking in battle reports and statistics while he operated his Ukaz as part of the team. His S-type had taken several RPG hits, but the weapons were too small to do more than superficial damage to the hulking mechanical giant. In a moment of clarity, Zytzev caught a gruesome sight as the Skitarii closed to hand-to-hand combat with a group of radicals.

It was a mess. He saw the Skitarii cyborgs ignore bullets from lesser projectile rifles, ignore combat blades and strikes, only for the Skitarii to rip away a limb from a foe, or pulp a soldier's helmeted skull with an indomitable closure of an unnatural, irresistibly powerful cyborg gauntlet. The sight of blood and bits of brain cascading down a man's shoulders from the ruined head, the limp and muscular body twitching and flailing in nervous spasms before it was discarded to the icy ground like wet garbage was a harrowing sight... but Zytzev's cold heart could feel no stirring at such an undignified death.

Seven minutes passed from start to finish. Bodies of Skitarii and radical alike lay scattered around the perimeter and in some interior sectors of NRS4's outdoor grounds, though the inert cyborg hulks that had been slain were unmistakably in fewer number than that of the traitor-soldiers that laid strewn about, cold and dead like fresh-caught fish lain out for purchase at the market on beds of ice.

Zytzev spoke into the all-hands comm once again, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, "Skitarii Algam teams 1 through 7, commence sweep. Arrest any that surrender, eviscerate any that resist. Teams 8 through 12, locate facility entrances, establish checkpoints. Let none of the indoor staff escape NRS4. Prepare the ground for my arrival."

Ukaz Team 1-1, battered and with much of their ordnance spent, assembled and headed for the main facility entrance. As they neared and activity on the ground became more organized and predictable, the Commissar unbuckled his combat harness and prepared to exit the mobile suit.

TO BE CONTINUED

Kustria wrote:I don't know what retconned means. I also don't get how some states have scores of hexes, are their populations really that enormous? If so I'm calling broken on the nationstates population increase formula

Indeed, as Felk explained the colonization hexes thing only makes a difference for the first square you colonize, after that it's one every map update until you're happy with your borders/have reached the 30 hex maximum.

Some nations here have been here since before the system was implemented, and these are normally the largest ones you can see here - myself, Fraserland, Vanhania, Spiritualiza being good examples (among many others).

Perth Convention, Cape Cardinal

Et’Kiri’s long reptilian tail swished with embarressment as her scales shifted into a deep blue, and Olaf’s tiflinnig organs began to turn a pale green, outlined by his whitish saurian skin. The two of them looked rather foolish, having rushed into the meeting and starting the flurry of proposals that seemed to spread like a fire, causing much wanton confusion about whom had proposed what or what was being voted on, or even what each proposal entirely stood for and how it affected the world as a whole. With a few quick words shared between the pair of lizan-like people of differing species, they came to rapid agreements on the proposals made by the Vanhanian delegates. Olaf stood, the tabs of skin on the sides and rear of his neck standing out for any who cared to or had the eyesight to notice.

“On the vote for Perth being the de facto capital for the Coalition of Governments, called by Vanhania, we vote ‘yay.’
“On the vote for the two founding branches of the COG, if we may call it so, we vote ‘yay.’
“And, on the vote for a founding charter for the COG, we vote ‘yay.”

Finally, he sat, his sensory organs beginning to calm and turn a natural grey. He was thankful that the species present could not smell emotions like his species, the Felkeswyer, could. However, feeling embarrassed amongst such a highly esteemed organization, something his nation had chosen for him to do, was petty. And, he fought hard to put the feeling behind him as he focused on the organization’s happenings and the other delegates. Et’Kiri placed the tip of her now icy blue tail on his shoulder in a friendly act of assurance. She whispered, “we are not used to places like this, not even you are, with your seniority and experience. International diplomacy is something still new, yet, to many of our diplomats. We will learn.”

OOC: figured we should try and kick-start the Perth Convention back into happening. Sorry, Iltaak, it's just dying and needs some lifeblood back in it.

I should do some Perth stuff too. After all, I'm hosting the damn thing. I'll try to post sumting tomorrow!

Post self-deleted by Valares.

Valares wrote:Perth Convention
The city of Perth appeared in the distance as the High Chancellor's personnel VSTOL Transport flew towards it. A voice came into being over the transmitter.
"Identify yourself immediately, you are entering restricted airspace."
The High Eldali pilot pushed a couple of buttons on the communications panel and spoke into his helmet mounted communicator.
"This is Wyvren 1 requesting permission to land. We are carrying precious cargo. Repeat requesting permission to land."
A couple of seconds went by and the High Chancellor became tense. What if they refused? What if they all laughed at him?
"Request granted, enjoy your stay in Perth and good luck." Titus came back to his senses and composed himself.
The VSTOL began to descend towards an open area, he didn't know exactly where he was because he didn't have the time to learn about the city. The transport then touched down on the area and the sliding hatch opened and sunlight streamed into the luxurious fuselage. Titus found it funny that despite the appearnce of the thing, it could withstand a nuclear blast. He then exited the fuselage and descended the stairs. When he came to the bottom he noticed a limousine was waiting for him. He walked over to it and the Aid opened the door and he sat inside. It was even nicer than the VSTOL.
The Driver then said, "Where to sir?"
The High Chancellor became annoyed by the question since the Driver already knew where he was going but he suspected it was a formality.
"The Perth Convention if you would be so kind."
"As you wish sir, I hopw you enjoy your stay here."
"I hope so too." Titus looked outside the windows and watched the buildings streak by.

Glorious State of Khalite
Glorious State of Khalite

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All 4 current installments of the KPN story are here, at the top of the factbook. I painstakingly searched for each post and put them in order for those that want to explore the whole story.

That is a lot of ship names

Puerto Ana CTE'd

im done the elder gods in their pantheon. Next up. The immortal children of the gods.

Ausrunian Mythology
Ausrunian Mythology is the body of myths and teachings to Ausrunian people, concerning their gods and heroes, the nature of the world, and the origins and significance of their own cult and ritual practices. It was a part of Ancient Ausrunian religion and still is a part of modern day society.

The creation of the universe
In the beginning, there was only an empty void of nothingness. However it was not as desolate as it is. The Thravari were the first race to come into being. These peaceful and benevolent giants built the world into their vision, and are led by Bragfius, the king of the Thravari. Some of them even created all the mortal races into reality. The frail young ones loved their benevolent creators with their all that their hearts can give. For nearly a 1000 years did the mortal races enjoy a golden age. Where none died of old age or disease and food was bountiful and water was clean to drink. Then the Thravari created the Drithor beasts. Creatures of immense power over the primordial forces of the universe, designed to protect the mortals from those that wished to destroy them. Around this time, the mortal age descended into anarchy when the Primordial one, known only as Kaeton arrived.

The Thravari
Thravari are giant-like beings that created the world and the universe as a whole. They were also the ones who invented all mortal life as well as an afterlife. These peaceful giants were slow to anger but were not to the point of reckless destruction and careless deaths of their mortal subjects. The Thravari stood taller than the mountains and were even able stand in the void of space without falling endlessly into oblivion, their voices sound like mountains scraping against one another and their laughter is like an earthquake having hiccups. They are mostly physical beings that take a humanoid shape to a specific element in the universe.

One should not mistake them for being simple brutes like Giants. They are the ones who created the universe and are wise through their years. To disrespect one of these majestic beings is to sign your own soul to Draoll. For their hubris is immeasurable and is quick to snuff out the very mortal who despises such a race such as the Thravari. Though unlike the gods who are envious and spiteful brats who are known enact revenge against those to their pride. The Drithor on the other hand, they only care about endless destruction.

Sadly though, these benevolent beings were driven to extinction during the first celestial war. All were slaughtered by the primordials as their children and Bragfius cast Kaeton in to the Abyss. The King himself was devoured by his dead brethren and his bones were built into Draoll's palace in the Underworld as a personal reminder of the burden of Draoll's orders that gnaw at his mind.

The Drithor Beasts
The Drithor beasts are destruction incarnate. They only exist to bring creation into ruin, yet they are nothing but pets to be used by Kaeton, Lord of Nothingness. Each great beast dwarves the tallest mountain in the world and yet not they aren't affected by the laws of nature as they are only created to sow its destruction. Kaeton is the personification of nothingness, everything he touches turns to ash. Every time he breathes, it is stale and noxious. Everywhere he steps becomes naught but wasteland. The Waters recede from his very presence. The very beings are destined to break free from their prisons. Kaeton would lead the forces of destruction against the walls of Trymt. Despite the Beasts being terrifying powerful monsters. They are weak to each other. Earth beats sky, sky beats sea, and sea beats land. They weren't really the destructive beasts in the past. They were once the protectors of the world that would be known as Lerodas. It was after a momumental battle that Kaeton beatened them, corrupted and enslaved them as beasts of war.

Lerinae, the Earth Behemoth. Is the embodiment of the primordial earth. A brutish, hulking beast that represents an amalgamation of three land animals. The face and horns of a rhino, tusks and body of an elephant, and hoofs and legs of a bison. His tail ends in a spiked ball of stone as his body is built entirely of dirt, rock, mountains, obsidian, and magma. He is the brutish of the three Beasts and is destined to kill and be killed by Vaer, the god of Storms and the sky before the climatic battle. Lerinae can create smaller versions of himself to become line breakers during the final battle of the gods. He was imprisoned in the deepest trench in the world. The vast prison to contain such a creature was built mainly for his size. Every day until the end war begins. He is constantly drowned and crushed by the immense pressure of the water that floods his prison. The water recedes every other week and is revived by the moon god's sadistic healing powers. It is said that his constant battering at the prison is what causes the powerful earthquakes across Lerodas. Once freed, he will kill the sea monsters guarding his prison and dig deep until he reaches the magma layer. Causing a supervolcano to erupt. The force of the eruption is enough blanket the entire world in ash and destroy much of the surrounding area.

Therus, the Sea Wurm. Is the embodiment of the primordial sea and as large as the oceans of Lerodas. The ugliest and average one of the three, he has the face of a bobbit worm in which his jaws split into four ways that reveal barbed teeth. His body is covered in large plated scales that deflect all conventional weaponry. Yet it is scarred by burns from the twin suns. Therus hates the twin gods who cause his never ending torture and will gladly kill the sun god once he is freed from the net. During the first celestial war. The Thravari and the gods crafted four large pillars that were so high, it grazed the suns and moons. The pillars supported a net in which Therus was held up high by spiked chains as the metal was scalding hot that it burnt the wurm to a crisp like a dried up earthworm on the sidewalk. Though each night when the suns are down. Enoq, god of the moons. Sadistically revived him and rehealed his wounds so that it would suffer again and again. Once freed, he grab the suns and drag them into the oceans to burn out. his great fall will cause a megatsunami so big that it would drown all low-lying lands of the world. He is destined to face Ightosa, god of the earth.

Hathirr, the Sky Dragon. Is the embodiment of the primordial skies. She is the only female of the beasts and the most cunning out of all. The dragon resembles a scaly reptile that is as wide as the largest canyon. Her constant flapping of her wings continue to bring about superstorms that appear perodically across the world and Ausruni. The gods crafted a prison deep in the highest mountain of Ausruni. Daily, two large pillars torture her wings, causing her agony. The howling winds of blizzards muffle her screams as they break her wings. She can only reheal when in the sky but locked deep in the earth has negated her healing and they are broken to the point of uselessness. When freed from her brothers, her wings will reheal when they feel the cold wind biting her skin. She will then create a storm that enshroud the world.

Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, world covering storms, and death will envelop the world. Therus and Hathirr will attack the palace of the gods while Lerinae would burrow to Kaeton's prsion and free him.

The First Celestial War
The Drithor were nothing but pets for Kaeton, the King of Oblivion. King Bragfius stood up along with his royal guard to combat the beasts. What came to be the greatest conflict in the heavens and the earth. Nearly all mortal life perished in ensuing conflict as much of the Thravari became depressed by their creations' sudden deaths. They did all they can to protect the remnants as the war continued to ravish the lands. It was not until the primordial gods and their children came forth and decided the fate of two warring races. They proposed to the aged Bragfius on capturing the beasts while locking away Kaeton in the depths of the abyss. The deepest area far below Hell and the Underworld combined, Bragfius knowing that the gods are power hungry and an envious bunch, eventually and begrudgingly agreed to their terms.

As the remaining Thravari and the primordial gods took up arms for one last time as the elder gods hastened the construction of the prisons for the beasts. The beasts did their best to fight Bragfius, though it was in vain. Imprisoning the Drithor had physically beatened Bragfius and much of the primordial gods. Though the elder gods eventually helped pummel Kaeton to the abyss while it tired Bragfius out. Eventually locking him away in the abyss. Bragfius went to survey the damage to the mortal world, to see what survived and what didn't. Though as he was about leave the underworld. Draoll, the god of death, raises his fallen Thravari brothers and sisters as the undead. The gods ended up betraying him in the end as the rest of the Thravari were killed off while Bragfius was distracted beating up Kaeton. However, Draoll was under direct orders from both his parents and male siblings to kill him. Though he seemed conflicted about the ordeal. But he did followed through. Bragfius began to curse the gods for their shallowness and treason as his undead brethren devoured his ruined body.Telling the gods that they their prisons will fail and the Drithor will be freed and the gods will face extinction in due time. The few remaining older gods quickly brought their foot down on the world. Including to force their children to give up their immortality so that they would be undisputed masters of the universe. The younger gods were displeased of this edict and rebelled against their parents.

The Great Schism
Right after Bragfius was devoured by his undead and their parents' intense paranoia soon drove them from following their parents and began another conflict. Therpol and Awnit, respectful gods of chaos and order led their fellow gods into a brutal yet swift conflict. The goddesses did their best to protect what remained of the mortal races behind a protective barrier. While the gods brutally fought their progenitors in a curb-stomp battle since Draoll summoned mostly three hundred thravari. Knowing their eventual defeat, the primordial goddess named Sierev openly creates a prophecy that will bring their children's rule to a bloody end. This prophecy had paralyzed both Awnit and Therpol with terror and fear. Once the primordials were killed, the elder gods (Now what they call themselves hear after) began to recreate what remained of a shattered world.

Division among the Gods
Later on, the elder gods procreated and their children began to rule over the remaining parts of the world. They also formed the council in which all the elder gods and their children discuss on certain topics of utmost importance. During once such meeting of the gods. Therpol and Awnit had been clashing in opinions about dealing with the Drithor and Kaeton. The political debate had intensified that it ended up in a intense battle between the two. It accumulated to the mutilation of both kings in which Ivesis, Aughuv and Zyzali broke the fight as the rest of the council stood back in horror. Now enemies, they had divided the council to the point that they would kill on first sight.

Read factbook

Apparently hot pink buggies are a thing.

This next map update is going to be a big one :I

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