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--- Purifying of Shanting ---
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Prime minister Sjazkera Bjuzka does paperwork with his brother Liqner Bjuzka in Bjuzka's private office. Liqner glances at some documents, as he takes out a whiskey bottle from his pocket. He opens the bottle and takes a small shot glass from the near desk, ready to take a few shots like always. Sjazkera is aware of the situation.
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Sjazkera: Liqner, are you sure you're gonna take shots while doing paperwork?
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Liqner was quiet for a little while, glanced his bottle and shot glass, and glanced back to Sjazkera.
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Liqner: ... I think you're right.
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He puts the shot glass back on the near desk and starts drinking from the bottle itself, emptying half of it.
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Sjazkera: ... I didn't mean that either. Anyway, I guess you're ready with the documents if you started drinking, right?
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Liqner puts his bottle away and glances at the documents one last time before handing them to Sjazkera.
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Liqner: It's ready. I certainly hope we'll send it immediately.
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Sjazkera looks at the document for a good while before saying anything.
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Sjazkera: Well, this is your idea anyway, and... yeah. I know that you're the one making good decisions. This better be a good decision, because we might get in trouble if this fails.
Liqner: It can't fail. We're always having a backup plan. And all of those plan B's are inside my head, ready to get used at any time.
Sjazkera: Fair enough. Make sure this will make it to them as a telegram.
Liqner: I will.
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They both stood up at the same time and walked towards the door. Sjazkera opened the door for Liqner, who speed-walked out of the office with his documents.
On the next day, the president of Quziq Salazar Burotigo received an official telegram from the Kuzikstanian Government.
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The Shanting Protective Friendship Treaty
Since the independence of the great nation of Quziq and the civil war Kuzian Kingdom in 1850, Our and your people have suffered continuously due to the uncertain 171 years filled with bloodbaths and wars. We still have to remember, that we are all brothers together, no matter how different we are, and how angry we are with each other. The 171 years of instability are finally coming to end, as the Kuzikstanian government has agreed to finally purify the Shanting, and unite the long-lost brothers together and stand strong in the Northern Utopia.
With this great pact we are about to form, we both shall become as close brothers as in the good old times. No matter how much the nation of Quziq is struggling, we shall come to help. No matter how how Quziq sees us, we shall come and support them. We are the brothers, and we will always be.
By signing this excellent pact, the great nations of United Kuzikstan and Quziq shall help each other when the trouble is coming. If one is attacked by an enemy, the other is to intervene and fully support the brother. No matter how stronger we are at the battle, we are to ask for support from our brothers. When the government itself is poisoned as it is currently, we shall come and put the things as they should be. Whatever happens in Quziq, we shall always be on their side, if the treaty is signed. United we stand, together we stay.
Signed by Kuzikstani Government - Siquer Kyrzikstana Paremqti
Signed by _______________(<--- sign here)
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At the same time, the armies in Quiners province have been fully mobilized. Almost 1,5 million soldiers in Quiners are now ready for any conflict. The reason for mobilization is yet unknown, as the government isn't allowed to comment about it yet.
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United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor, Quziq, North Electrica, Railache, and 2 othersZahirea, and The Atlas Archipelago
United Kuzikstan and Railache
In the capital of Zahirea, Bridgette Coleson is sending more telegrams for an economic and militaristic alliance with the new telegrams going to Quziq and 
United Kuzikstan. The telegrams also ask for help to gain territory in the unclaimed lands in which in exchange, all the resources and land in the unclaimed lands.
A man is driving in his car. He is constantly checking his clock and is right at the verge of the speed limit. The man is Guoran Diqulazi. He is one of the most gifted and trusted diplomats of Quziq and an expert on the relations between Quziq and United Kuzikstan. And that is why he was chosen for this task. He received a message from the head of state Salazar Borotigo to go to the embassy of United Kuzikstan in Quziq city and tell the kuzikstani ambassador that the head of state is open for negotiations considering the proposed Shanting Protective Friendship Treaty. Guoran is almost late as he drives to the embassy's parking lot reserved for diplomats and other officials needing to access the embassy. He quickly walks inside through the large front door and enters the reception. An aid comes to him asking if he needs assistance.
Guoran: I know what to do.
He feels bad. He sounded quite angry. That is not a big part of his character. But he is really stressed out. He is nearly late from perhaps the most consequential meeting of his life. He goes up the stairs. Into a big hallway. He is running now. Finally he sees a guard in front of a door and slows down. He gives an identification card to the guard who takes it. As the guard is inspecting the card Guoran checks his clock again. 16 seconds remaining. 10 seconds remaining.
Guard: It is all good sir. Go ahead!
Guorans sighs in relief as the guard opens the door for him. Guoran enters and the door is closed behind him. He enters a massive and decorated office. Full of chairs, tables, paintings, maps, busts and bookshelf's. Next to a small table a man is pouring a shot class full of vodka. It is the ambassador from United Kuzikstan. He turns around and welcomes Guoran in and tells him to sit wherever he likes. The meeting finally begins.
The ambassador turns around and stares Guoran for several seconds before opening his mouth. He calmly drinks the shot glass and almost smashes the glass down. He pours more vodka on another glass and hands it over to Guoran. He then tells Guoran to take a seat, but says it very slow with a very strong Kuzian accent. His name is Alxe Naquer, the former member of NEMESIS, who nowadays works as an ambassador in Quziq.
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Ambassador: Greetings brother. My name is Alxe Naquer. Please take a seat where ever you like.
As Guoran takes a seat, Alxe sits down and continues to stare at him menacingly as he opens a black suitcase with several documents.
Alxe: You were almost late. You should be more aware of your time. Anyway, I guess we're going right into the thing.
He gives a copy of the documents to Guoran and continues speaking very slowly.
Alxe: So... Shanting Protective Friendship Treaty, or SPFT. Very interesting treaty indeed. First up, do you guys have any kind of questions about it before I start ranting?
Alxe waits for Guoran's response.
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At the same time, 3 heavily armored black cars stop in front of the embassy. All 3 cars had a golden pyramid logo with an eye in middle. 11 suited men step out of the car at the exact same time. 6 seconds later, another man steps out of the middle car with completely black body armor with a NEMESIS-exoskeleton attached. These guys are Liqner Bjuzka and his bodyguards. They went inside the embassy, seeming to know the exact location of Guoran and Alxe. One of the confused receptionists comes to them asking if they need assistance. Liqner glanced at the receptionist and showed his insignia, and continued walking towards the office. He told everyone else to stay in the reception.
He turns off the safety of his silenced pistol before putting it back to the holster.
Liqner: I certainly hope this goes well, and I don't have to waste bullets this time...
Liqner said to himself as he walked towards the guard, ready to show his insignia.
Guoran stays silent for a short period of time. Then he speaks.
Guoran: No good Alxe. We have studied this document well and i have been made aware of what is included in the treaty and what ramifications it could and will have to all aspects of both United Kuzikstan and Quziq. I have come here for a different reason. My head of state Salazar Borotigo wants to make an offer considering this deal. While he has not signed it he is willing to negotiate with the leaders of your great nation. He proposes a conference held in United Kuzikstan where further details of the deal can be discussed and possible compromises or changes can be easily made. An official meeting like that could also ease any tensions created by this sudden and major event affecting the fruitful relationship between our two nations. This is what the head of state is offering United Kuzikstan.
Guoran goes silent and drinks the vodka given to him by Alxe. At the same time the guard outside sees someone walk towards him at the corridor.
Alxe takes his shot glass and the vodka bottle from the near the table and pours it on the glass. He drinks it smashes the glass once again on the table.
Alxe: Well... If he's willing to negotiate with Mr. Bjuzka, we're fine with it. Actually, we're already preparing for the meeting to happen. Mr. Bjuzka's brother should arrive here soon, just to check us out. He's also willing to know where Mr. Borotigo is at the moment. They are going to deliver Salazar to Kuzikstania as soon as possible.
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Liqner walks towards the guard and shows his insignia to him.
Liqner: Sorry for interrupting, but I have to get inside now.
He tried to speak Quziqian language as best as he can, but his accent makes it quite hard to understand.
Guoran hears voices from outside the room. He knows that soon Liqner will enter. He wonders what is he going to say or do. He speaks to Alxe again.
Guoran: Did i understand this correctly? The head of state will be transported by people accompanying Liqner Bjuzka? So the military of United Kuzikstan will be in charge of his travel plan and security? This is a development and a half... I believe i have to consult my superiors before something like that can be done.
Outside the office the guard finally makes sense of Liqners rambling.
Guard: Everything seems to be in order with the insignia Mr Bjuzka. But i am afraid no weapons are allowed inside the office. Or the whole embassy for that matter. What are your intentions with that weapon and your sudden arrival in general? The office currently has a high level meeting going on. The guard is becoming more skeptical of Liqners demands to get inside.
Alxe giggles a little bit before he says anything. Suddenly, he goes on the serious face again.
Alxe: No, our army has nothing to do with this. Salazar would be transported by Liqner and his bodyguards, that are highly trained just to protect him and Liqner himself. Liqner takes the mission seriously, and has made it sure that Salazar will be transported to the meeting safely. If someone is trustworthy, it's Liqner.
The ambassador takes the vodka bottle and hides it in his jacket
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Liqner puts his insignia back into his pocket and glances at the guard.
Liqner: My intentions are nothing to be worried about. I am here just to make sure our ambassador and Mr. Guoran are safe and okay. I'm also here to report the conclusion of the meeting to our prime minister.
Liqner stands still, waiting for the guard to let him pass.
The guard is looking at Linqer for a moment. Then he opens his mouth.
Guard: Very well. You are clear to enter Mr. Bjuzka. I hope you will be satisfied with what you find in the meeting room. Have a nice day.
The guard steps away a little and opens the door slowly. Guoran turns around and sees Liqner standing at the door as the guard closes it. He is slightly spooked with Liqners sudden entrance and the holstered firearm. Guoran stumbles a little on his words but eventually manages to form a sensible sentence.
Guoran: Ah.... Mr. Bjuzka. What a surprise. How has your day been? I was just finishing with Alxe here. Apparently the holding of the conference is agreed to by United Kuzikstan? If so then that is fantastic. I am sure that the transportation and the protection of the head of state will be handled fine by your bodyguards. I will have to brief the head of state considering the plans and what has been decided here. Then all that has to be decided is the date and schedule for the meeting. Do you have anything to add sirs? Any extra information considering the meeting or the behind the scenes activities will be greatly appreciated.
Guoran looks around the room marveling its beauty as he waits for responses from Liqner and Alxe.
Thousands of boots hit the sands of Western Wasaru, hundreds of ALVs rolling onto the beach and dropping ramps onto the warm cool sand. The mobilization of nearly 600,000 men to lay claim to the jungles inhabited by the Joint Extraction Concern had finally been put into action as a massive landing force established a beachhead, loading into transports to take them across the deadly desert. The wind had been heavy today and the sun was covered by the light overcast as the troops took their positions next to their designated AATs. It was an understatement to say many of these soldiers were surprised to be here, seeing as nearly 40 years of isolation was being risked at being revealed for a jungle, albeit a jungle they knew next to nothing about. Out in the Sea of Fides on The Devastator, Lieutenant General Paankol stood on the bridge overwatching the landing. Business had taken over the bridge as movement preparations began, Paankol's hands clasped together tightly as a stout commander approached him with a disk drive. "Lieutenant General" the commander said, saluting. "I have the drive for you, it has High Command's movement plan." Paankol turned and took the hard drive, giving a half-hearted salute and turning away from the windshield to walk out of the bridge. He exited and headed with a nonchalant walk to his cabin, entering and sitting at a desk with a blockish terminal. He entered the hard drive, a military crest coming up with a request for user and pin code. Paankol entered the required fields and sat back as the folder opened up, showing various items surrounding a large map which had the entire venture plotted out. Paankol let out a strained sigh as he saw the journey, a cross-continental journey which went directly east and curved up to enter through a southern pass. In separate files next to the map, aerial images showed a visual of the route, miles of desert which abruptly transitioned to jungle just south of eastern Ufralst. The jungle was thick and much of the images depicted only the canopy. Paankol reckoned in his head whether the AATs would be able to get through the jungle but was interrupted by a light beeping noise. He stood and turned to face the wall, the large screen coming to life as High Command appeared before him. "Good evening Lieutenant General, we've recieved a word of the successful landing." Before him sat First Paladin of the Order, the High Fleet Admiral, and in voice was Atlas. "Yes, sir" he responded dutifully. "Good news indeed, however we need to begin movements quickly" the High Fleet Admiral said, scratching at a small coin as he spoke. The First Paladin nodded before putting in "Yes, the JEC is in a bit of a tough position at the moment and we'd like to get a grab on the valuable jungle." Paankol sighed before straightening. "Sir, if I may. Our soldiers are minimally trained to be fighting in thi-" Before Paankol could finish, he was cut off by Atlas. "Lieutenant General, I am confident in my holy warriors to make due with what they have in order to complete the mission." they spoke, Lieutenant General sulking as he nodded "Of course, my lord" he said quietly. The First Paladin looked up and gave a firm stare "You will begin movements immediately, as of executive demands." he said, the transmission cut. Paankol sighed before signing his allegiance on his chest and exiting.
On the beach, soldiers began loading into the AATs, tank engines and first generation mechs powering up with the whir of diesel and gas engines. The slow beginning movements of the convoy began, the long journey into the desert beginning. Eternity would have gone faster than the long escapade through the desert, miles upon miles of rolling hills of sand and the occasional dead shrub that accompanied. While the days had been scorching with heat even with the overcast, the nights had been blisteringly cold, supply lines had already been stretched to their limit as they had reached just south of Ufralast after some 4 days of moving and stopping. At the edge of the jungle, the attempts to push the AATs through the thick shrubbery and vines was met with fierce resistance. Vehicles commonly broke down and soldiers were forced to go on foot while accompanied by the few running vehicles while the rest needed to be caught up after repairs. The men had become egregiously hungry, cold, and wet. The rainfall from what formed out of the overcast drizzled onto equipment and men alike, hypothermia and dysentery began to run rampant and it was not until rest was found at the pass into the southern section of the JEC's area of control.
At the pass, the soldiers were sickly and weary, their boots trodden through the mud and their weapons damp and jammed. Coming through the pass, a woman had been spotted just as the sun was setting, she stood upon a large boulder and her hair was a dark color accompanied by a lean face and a flowing jet black dress. The troops had passed as she made comment to them, many not hearing or laughing out of the need for a humor in the past week of journey, but the words she spoke to them would ring true as they exited the pass. As though the first jungle had been bad, the jungles of Jezabel had been even worse. Densely packed trees where vines crawled upon every surface and the stumbling logs laden with moss left no easy space to walk upon. At the moment when the soldiers had begun to make a place to settle, voice yelled out from an outlook, a girdling scream.
"Contact!"
United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor, Quziq, The Kohen, and North Electrica
The End of the War:
After a monthly ceasefire of inactivity between both Blue Harper's government and the opposition. In a rash effort, Denmark Lore unleashed her soldiers. In direct violation with both 
North Electrica and Greater autenheim orders. The effort was successful though, smashing through Blue Harper's exhausted lines. "Sir, we must leave immediately!" Said Pompeii Al. "Yes, I see that idiot! And you are staying here. Wait in this office until I get back with an army!" Said Blue. As Blue and his personal pilots prepare to go into flight, they can hear the sounds of gunfire in the Director Tower. Blue realizes that his regime is now dead, along with the majority of his staff and army.
Meanwhile, watching the battle on top of a hill. Denmark Lore is smiling. "I love the smell of a burning fash in the morning." Said Denmark Lore with a smug. By the time Blue Harper takes off, the capital has fallen. His regime is now gone. "Where shall we go sir?" Said the pilot. "Greater autenheim. I know that fascism is still alive and well in there." Said Blue Harper. Before they could even get 5 feet into the border, the plane was met with a hailstorm of bullets. Before long, Blue Harper had to jump out with a parachute before the plane crashed into a fiery inferno. "Dear god, can this worse." Said Blue Harper as he began to descend to the ground, unware that 50 soldiers were there waiting for him. He is now in jail, awaiting trial.
The war is officially over. How will the world recover and react?
OOC: I personally want to thank Greater autenheim, North Electrica, United Kuzikstan, Quziq, United brennia, and 
Feng Dynasty for this roleplay! You all made it awesome! I know that sometimes I could get a bit carried away but this is still pretty good. Thank all of you! I really appreciate it!
United Kuzikstan, Quziq, and North Electrica
A lone figure clad in a roughshod robe, atop a dark brown beast, the toothy quadruped an over-muscled furry behemoth that moved with predatory grace in spite of its bulk, their pace slow and calculated and their long silvered rifle kept firmly upon their back.
They came to a stop just at the edge of the Atlas base camp and dismounted, a cautious hand across the furred hide seemed to calm the animal, rifle left upon the ground as they walked cautiously towards them...
Awkwardly the feminine voice fumbled between a scattering of languages, eventually arriving at one they would understand, her message a very direct, "There is nothing but death to be found, turn back."
She would take a moment to point to the sky, those who could see far enough would spot the circling craft, high in the sky and whisper silent...
Out on the edge of the hastily established base camp, a lone knight watched in horror as the great beast approached him, mounted by the robed figure. His yell for contact had brought over 12 other knights and a lone mech, all raising their weapons up to the figure as they dismounted the creature, laying the rifle down and approaching the guard which had called for the others, a meter or so in front of the rest. The figure stopped some feet away from him, the beast behind her let a calm yet unsettlingly protective groan as the woman began to speak many dialects before landing on one which the Knight understood.
As she spoke the words and pointed to the sky, he looked back at the woman. He had searched for details in her face which he could not see clearly, the other Knights rushing back into base camp to warn of the overhead drone. "We need an AA battery set up immediately, we've got overhead contact!" a yell came from behind the Knight as he stood before the figure, his rifle lowered and his face a mixture of fear, confusion, and longing. His bloodshot eyes were accompanied by dark bags, pale and weak as he breathed a bit heavier than one would. As the men behind him farther back rushed to set up a makeshift AA gun, the Knight let his rifle fall to the ground, a soothing comfort mixed with an odd uneasiness befalling him in the presence of the cloaked figure. He approached the figure, stopping short as the animal growled a low tone. "M-my name.." he forced out from the depths of his stomach, a shaky and congested voice attempting to string together a sentence "my name i-is Oliver Heinzdrow" he said, holding out a weak arm to shake the woman's hand...
United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor, Quziq, and North Electrica
Alxe glances at Liqner, then at Guoran. He grabs his suitcase and heads towards the door. Liqner glances him back.
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Alxe: I guess the meeting is over by me. I'm going back to home, if it's okay for you.
Liqner: Feel free to go.
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Alxe leaves the office quickly and closes the door behind him. He walks outside the embassy, where some of Liqner's bodyguards are waiting for him. They open a car door for him. Alxe greets the guards and steps into the car. Meanwhile in the embassy itself Liqner takes his silenced pistol from holster. Guoran felt threatened immediately, until Liqner turned the safety back on and put it back on holster.
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Liqner: Sorry, Mr. Guoran. I hope you didn't get scared of my weapon. I just forgot to turn on the safety.
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He took a step closer to Guoran and started looking around the office for few seconds. He then faced Guoran again.
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Liqner: So... Is it possible if Salazar Borotigo could come here, as our convoy is basically waiting for him outside? Oh, and please tell him that he is not allowed to bring any other people with him, and weapons are also not allowed. The conference is held in Kuzikstania tomorrow, so he better hurry up. We have planned the transportation very carefully, and Sjazkera doesn't like people being late. If you have any questions, feel free to ask now.
Guoran wanted to appear calm in front of Liqner. He immediately responded.
Guoran: Yes of course. I will call him to come to the embassy. Please give me a moment.
Guoran took out his phone and dialed one of the aids of Borotigo. It took some time but finally the aid replied.
Aid: Hello mr Guoaran!
Guoran: Hello Lizian! Could you please tell the head of state to come to the embassy of United Kuzikstan? And tell him not to bring anyone else with him. NEMESIS has arranged his transportation to the conference. No need to design any travel plans or schedules. That's all!
Lizian: Okay... I will inform him. Bye for now!
Lizian ended the call. Guoran thought the aid sounded a little surprised and even worried about the sudden development. But Guoran wasn't worried at all. He trusted NEMESIS to do their job well. At the same time Lizian was briefing Salazar Borotigo about the arrangements.
Salazar: Very well. I will head there immediately. Tell Qiqu to get the car ready.
Lizian: At once head of state!
In a few minutes Salazar was sitting in his travel car and on his way to the embassy building.
Her rugged robe covered most features, but the woman towered over Oliver as she stepped closer and brought her dark green eyes down to stare at the offered hand, "If you wish to remain Oliver Heinzdrow, you will leave and not return."
She raised her hand and her mount picked up the rifle in its tooth filled mouth and plodded towards where the two stood, "You are on borrowed time, borne of our sister's blood." her words direct at all within earshot, before she pulled a light leather sack from the back of the beast and threw it for Oliver to catch.
"Sate the earth with this, dig to the rock to keep the dragons out, but the silver men will come no matter what rituals you make."
Post self-deleted by Zahirea.
While the ears had heard the woman, the voices had been drowned by the sudden sound of rapid AA fire blasting into the air at the overhead drone. Oliver held the sack and glanced up at the woman. "The dragons?...Silver men?" Oliver was confused as one could be, and it would become worse as his commanding officers started marching over, heavy boots in the cold wet jungle ground.
"Corporal Heinzdrow" the sergeant said, Oliver saluting weakly. The sergeant along with the Lieutenant General looked at the towering robed woman, looking her up and down before turning to her completely. "Mind explaining what you mean? I'm afraid some of us only understand cryptic code, not cryptic talk." the sergeant asked, the Lieutenant General becoming tensely uncomfortable at having to ask a local for assistance.
Governess Astrid Simms was half-way through her third bottle of wine when the knock came upon her heavy wooden door, "Ohhh what is it." she shouted at the disturbance, "Have the rebels finally made a move?"
The oaken door was slowly opened, the simply suited attache presented the official letter to the woman languishing across her crimson-lined silken chair, "Sorry to say, not much of import... just a letter that was directed to the mainland."
Astrid brushed the bottle away and with a dull sigh grasped the silvered letter opener and cut the envelope open, unfurling the piece of paper and muttering through the message before she finally stared at the attache and asked, "So where is this place anyways?"
"To the south east we believe, the borders are apparently very disputed." the stalwart man replied, "Should we pass the message on?"
With a sedate yawn she scrunches up the missive and tosses it in the bin, "No I doubt it'll be worth bothering the mainland over, send a reply asking what kind of help they're after and maybe we'll be able to break this streak of monotony."
"At once, sir."
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"Estamed Bridget, the governess of arrogan has heard your plight and is requesting confirmation on both the nature of the required aid and where it is to be delivered.
Praise Irene."
North Electrica, Astana-Anders, and Zahirea
Yongan, Palace of Eternal Peace
Introduction
Gong
Bells, huge bronze bells rang through the still morning air. Taijing’s sprawling expanse greeted the infant day with a jubilant busy cry. And in the centre of the seven walls of Taijing, the Yongan Palace stood a proud testament to imperial grace. The Palace of Eternal Peace, it meant: and truly peaceful were its sprawling halls, gardens, and the thousands of huge golden-yellow roofs that rose from its gardens.
The gilded cage invites them in, its golden shine hide what’s within. To play the game is to gamble your lives, and the exit of the arena is locked. And when tempted with a life of trailing brocade robes, even the most honourable of hearts will sway.
Quziq, North Electrica, Railache, and The sunken isle
NUIHF DIVISION II CHAMPIONSHIPS
The 6th season in Northern Utopian Ice Hockey Federation is finally starting today! The first games of the Division II qualifiers will mark the start of the first season. In this season, Division II will consist of these teams:
Zeritae
Rikura
The Kohen
New Republic of FronteraFeng Dynasty
Kjanu
Scarast
Astana-Anders
The Atlas Archipelago
The united kingdom of bahnreich
Tlanyuca
As always, the finalists of the Division II championships will get promoted to Division I. We wish the best of luck to all competing teams!
Trade Deal
Location: Feng Dynasty
It was a rainy day in the Dynasty, the droplets of water falling softly onto the roofs of homes and the heads of pedestrians, it seemed strangely calm. Coming into to port and ship would enter, it was fancy and expensive looking and had what looked to be a crest on the side, the crest itself was an Arc surrounded by stars, once it was brought in an docked a ramp would come down and a group of people would come into the dock.
From under the first umbrella we see that it is Nicole Arc, daughter of Nathan Arc from the Electran corporation Arc Industries. With her was other people in suits and for people in armor, most likely private military, since they all done the Arc symbol on their shoulder pieces. They walk walk until they find someone to speak with, Nicole would do the talking.
Nicole Arc: "Hello, I am Nicole Arc, 2nd daughter of Nathan Arc and Heir to Arc Industries from the United States of North Electirca, I wish to have a meeting with your nations government."
The rain cast a bluish-gray gloom on the ports of Taijing. Its gentle patter gave a rhythm to the elegant steps of the coming procession.
"My liege is just on time, the grace of your presence is most expected and welcomed." Prince Guangxu bowed.
The rains pattered on unceasingly, yet there was a comfort in this overcast twilight. The waters flowed into canals, waterways, and hidden sewers, and the trailing robes and skirts they wore had to be lifted from a wet oblivion by servants, and shaded by large umbrellas of luxurious oiled silk.
"Would my liege follow us to the Yongan Palace?"
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