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OOC: Because I like writing on-going stories, not clinging to what should be allowed to end. If it takes too long, say three or four months at most, I'll just say Chrysalis does die, and the nation falls apart with no inheritor.
OOC: That would be better. I suppose the Changelings themselves would lack a hive mind. Countries should come to an end through historical events. Not retroactive removal from canon. That's stupid.
OOC: Sometimes entities die kicking and screaming, and sometimes they disappear in a whisper.
OOC: But they aren't erased from history afterward.
OOC: Those are a lot of nations that have CTEd.
OOC: I never said it's be removed from history, just that it'd be removed from the map.
The Germanian DMZ remained quiet as men on border patrol manned their machine gun posts looking quite bored. The sandy winds blew across the fence where the warning signs of 'Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again' were seen. Although the number of GPA at the border were quite numerous, their objective was solely to prevent illegal immigration/emigration.
The American government and its vassals will not take in any Israeli refugees nor will they interfere with the resettling process.
The Lance departed from Port Kybok, she was laden with supplies and bound for Japan. Once she was a mile from the coast she submerged and gained speed.
OOC: Japan can't support a few million more people, the supplies will help feed them.
All Lenspheria presence withdraws now, pulling back to home turf in the coming days.
OOC: I'm confused. What's going on?
OOC: Israel is moving most if not all of it's people to Japan.
OOC: Why?
OOC: Also people why are you doing things when the summit isn't even over, I need to finish one last post and all that unusable Israeli land will be okay again with Commonwealth magic and there will be no DMZ and I'll have big floaty ships around to keep the peace. Remeber this? I do.
OOC: Pst, what's the relevant info?
OOC: You'll never know! Mwahahahahahahaga!
Peace In Our Time: The Chunwall Summit. Closing Talks.
Natasha took the floor and her very presence demanded attention, without hesitation she began to speak although there was a certain tone of satisfaction about her.
"To review, the current deals on the table are the following," she said. "First Israel shall lower tariffs on American imports and allow American businesses to operate in Israeli territories and in exchange America shall invest in the Israeli economy and join the WATO. Second, for the next thirty years the Commonwealth shall act as a peacekeeper between Israel and Germania while they both demilitarize around their respective borders. Additionally the Commonwealth shall invest for three years in the Israeli economy with no expected return. This is a good arrangement this one would say and will be the catalyst for peace, however, it is the duty and responsibility of the ones present to work further to this elusive peace for it is not the act of a single meeting but the efforts of several years that peace is achieved. With that and with no objections I call this summit to a close, the reception shall be held in the main foyer where refreshments shall be served, I cannot express how thankful I am to all of you for giving peace a chance. Thank you and Sithis bless you all."
OOC: I think that went rather well.
An eldritch darkness was all there was to greet him at first. A silence that was louder than an angry thunderstorm or the screams of fallen gods. Slowly though that darkness bled through the cracks created by the Night King as huge tendrils reached out and felt the air. Dark whispers reached his ears. They spoke in a thousand languages new and ancient. It took days for them to become coherent enough to be understood and then it became clear that 'they' was only one entity and it only spoke one word at a time.
"Who?"
"What?
"When?
"Where?
"Why?"
Then it said something else.
"Tell Us"
"Tell Us!"
"Name yourself."
Other voices became clear. There was a young man with a calm and dark voice, two woman one soft-spoken the other shrill, two other men one with a voice that echoed and another with with gravelly tones. None of them were the presence that the a Night King felt no they were overshadowed by the eldritch thing that surrounded them. It didn't speak itself it simply let its children speak for it but it was there without a doubt.
"A King of dead things."
"A loyal one?"
"A kind one?"
"Doubtful."
"Father wants us to ask so we do."
"Yes, that's why we ask who are you?"
OOC: Surprisingly well.
IC: The House of Perennial is issuing a notification. A Marescowlian settlement is being made in a Vybore. Usual travel restrictions apply. That is all.
Post self-deleted by Vasilinople.
OOC: I'm still moving, the west is too much for me.
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