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Blayredeshia wrote:

RP secret to all except the AE: Waddup

The CIS Agents would approach the AE patrol speaking basic ((english)) and telling the patrol that they're from the Confederate Intelligence Service of Blayredeshia and had no other choice but to make contact by sending the Agents directly into the country. Captain Veigh would state that the CIS were offering their services to help the AE plan further actions such as raids, robberies, bombinigs etc.

RP

Kiamai wrote:

RP (Secret to all but Kemo, Candain, and Icewindian Marshall People’s Union Faction): Supplies on the way

Icewindia
Kemonomica
Candain

With Kemonomica accepting the request to move supplies to the Marshall’s People’s Union via their territory, materials have begun being shipped to Kemonomica, where it will then be transferred to the Marshall People’s Union Faction. This supplies includes weapons, medical supplies, financial aid, food, blankets, and volunteers. The supplies is expected to arrive within 4-5 days.

RP: Arming up!

With supplies being sneaked in through the Clans. The Marshalls People's Union Thanks Kiamai for support and once they arrive they will begin to destroy there Sworn Enemy to the East.

Archron empire
RP: Dharkolfian Mafia Splits in Half.

After Intense Debate Two Dharkolf Brothers argue and violently separate in a small warehouse Firefight with neither overcoming the other. With One Half of Dharkolfian Mafia heading back to Deija and other Half Staying in Archron where Youth the 1st Generation Immigrants who have welcomed Archron as there home clash with Old Guard.

RP: The Summer Games Continue

Rumanian States R. F. Rumania
Empire of Gora Goran Angelfish
Windardia Knights of Silva
Candain DoC Night Sprites
Kiamai Kiamaian Elites
New cadaria Team Cadaria
Etrius Silver Hunters
Rekken Ukko's Chosen
Concordaia Concordean Lions
Vacoul Meep
Blayredeshia Cowboys
Kemonomica Team Kitsunetron
East evvia Sol’s People
Evve terre The Evven Team
Schwypia Schwypian Patriots
The Atomic Schism The Schismian Kerows
Cervenia The Cervanian Stags
Srednjaci Oympic Committee Srednjaci
Comaraka The Comacores
Ivery autonomous zone The Ivery Warlocks
Raspotochje Space Wolfes
The charlesland The Charlesian Lions

The Kalrania Summer Olympics in Jersey Rapids continue, with the following scores for Archery and Judo

DAY 2: Archery

1st Place: Candain
2nd Place: Ivery
3rd Place: The Charlesland
4th Place: Rekken
5th Place: Evve Terre
6th Place: Blayredeshia

DAY 3: Karate

1st Place: Kiamai
2nd Place: Empire of Gora
3rd Place: Blayredeshia
4th Place: Etrius
5th Place: The Atomic Schism
6th Place: Vacoul

RP:Stranger in a strange land
Arriving aboard the skyship "Kardinal" Grand Moff Roth Childia along with Parliament members Bagworm of Nesters Finance faction and Mai Yama of the Migrationers party have landed within Werewolf Islands. Five other skyships are within the fleet two carrying medical and food supplies. The other three are partly full of service technology along with hosting additional security members. The Night Sprites are seeking to make deals within the nation of the Wolfinite Republic.

Ygdzenge wrote:

RP: Cometh the Hour, Cometh the Boat

Artaecus

As Commander Revan of Qhen was patrolling near the shores of Kāmag Ygzȳndzȳ, he spotted a weird thing in the sea it looked like a huge dark canoe, probably made of metal he thought to himself, after watching it slowly move for a while, he and 49 men hopped on 2 large canoes, almost 10 meters thick and 20 meters in length, made of a single piece of elaborately carved redwood trunk. The canoe was strong enough to go against the currents and so they began to sail towards the supposed Iron Canoe, getting closer and closer to properly inspect it.

RP || Ygdzenge: Is That A Rowboat?

The huge dark canoe was an Artaecusian destroyer, DDG-0981. Patrolling around the nothern seas near Solingarch, the destroyer picked up the 2 canoes on its AESA radar systems first. The captain of the vessel then pulled out his binoculars to survey the area, it took him a minute before he witnessed both canoes rowing towards them. Ordering the 155 to be trained upon the direction of the canoes, just in case they attempted to pull a quick one on the destroyer.

Several men made their way onto the deck and peered over to the canoes, with rope and ladders ready to be lowered so the men below could come onboard the vessel. The captain himself was amongst the men, and with a loudspeaker, requested them to state their business before allowing them upon the vessel.

RP: Finem in Era

It is 17:50; the sun is setting. For nearly two weeks, the Battle of Milare has raged while most of the nation is in peace. The last stronghold of the Nationalists, the soldiers there are absolutely devoted, unlike many of their compatriots. Other pockets of Nationalists surrendered, happy to serve whatever regime so long as they have their jobs, but not them. They stood strong against the enemy on all fronts. They came from land, sea, and air, but none could say they didn't put up one hell of a fight. It was near millions against a few tens of thousands, after all. Yet when the sun started to fall in the sky on February 15th, cascading the landscape in hues of orange, yellow, and pink, these stalwart fighters started to waver. Maybe it wasn't worth it after all...

In his bunker, Prime Minister Hunt cranes over a large map of the city, organizing the defense with his generals. They seem haggard and eager to surrender. They continue to urge their commander, but Hunt doesn't budge; he is prepared to die and ready to take all of them with him. It finally dawns on everyone in the room that such is the case. The enemy is mere blocks away and yet Hunt does not waver, as if he is more afraid of defeat than death. His breathing is deep and his body covered in sweat. The generals share looks while Hunt mutters to himself; they seem in agreement of what they need to do, so their eyes say. A General named Louis Bosco, who was only a Major a few weeks ago (it goes to show the state of the Nationalist army), puts his hand on Hunt's shoulder. Solemnly, General Bosco presses a concealed pistol against PM Hunt's side.

"Your excellency, it's time to stand down," He says, tired, defeated, and ready to go home. Hunt slowly turned his head to face Bosco, wolf's eyes glaring with the appeal of knives. He looked more like a rabid animal than a human in his visage. Then, Bosco too felt a prodding at his stomach.

"Are you afraid to die, General Bosco?" Hunt seethed as the other Generals, silently, took a few steps back.

"I would be a fool if I wasn't, sir," Bosco responded.

"I am not afraid," Hunt stated. "Not any more. Nothing will get me to 'stand down' but that gun in your hand, so do it, traitor. Do you think that will make them any less merciful? Heh, they'll tear you apart-"

A shot rang out in the bunker. All heads snapped to where Hunt stood. His eyes, still drenched in fury, did not falter, nor did his frown, but his legs grew weak as blood poured from the hole which tore through his torso. His free hand clenched the wound as he propped his side against the table. A second shot echoed through the chamber. Now Bosco was the one falling. His pistol scurried away across the floor as he groped at his stomach crying out in pain whereas Hunt remained quiet, a sinister smile on his face.

"You're coming with me then," He croaked as he readied his pistol for a second shot. The other generals looked on in horror, some ready to assault their leader, others still hesitant. Yet the point of no return ever came. A third shot sprang to life and Hunt collapsed faster than a bag of rocks, bits of his skull and brain splattering throughout the room. The generals all turned to the bunker's airlock. There, a figure stood, unimpeded by any of their high level security, a smoking gun in their hand. The generals felt the gelid breeze of the February air from outside, the fist time a gale had graced any of them in weeks. The figure was short and frighteningly recognizable, yet no one in that room could say they ever saw a face.

"Forever vigilant," the figure said in a cold, feminine voice before walking back up the bunker's interior staircase.

"Forever prosperous," the generals replied as they followed like drones, accepting the end as it came, for none dare follow ghosts into untended graves.

RP: Forever Vigilant, Forever Prosperous

It is 18:30; the sun has set. No one said the surrender would be ceremonious, that citizens would poke their heads from their windows and cry out the ancient words. It was all rather quiet, as if they were on the fringes of civilization and not in the nation's capital. All of the Nationalist generals had surrendered to the ARU forces, and from his bunker, President Argus joined them. In the center of Government Square, the formal surrender took place as the generals groveled before the ARU commanders and President Argus kissed Alois Hethwyr and Boran Alores' rings. At last, it was over: the noise, the war, the 7th Republic, just shy of 63 years old. The nation could now heal...

On the morning of February 16th, the news was broadcasted across the nation. Former President Argus gave a formal declaration of unconditional surrender over television and declared the ARU the successors to the 7th Republic. Many smiled, some frowned, but all were, in a strange way, happy. So much had been lost, all could agree, and most saw that so much was to be gained. In the daylight, the ARU, the combination of the Republican Army, dozens of regional and independent militias, and the large military force from the Archron empire, paraded down the streets to Government Square for all to see. Here were their cheers, their glory. Before the nation, and before the world, Alois Hethwyr and Boran Alore spoke, giving inspirational words to the country of a new era of peace and and unity, flying the Schwypian flag above the Square. No more was the flag divided into fields of green or white, but now they were united, as it had been for over 100 years. They pledged that the flag of the 7th Republic would not be retired and will continue on into the next regime.
In the government, Parliament was once again summoned. It was stated that Alois would not succeed President Argus, but that an Executive Council would serve as the head of state during the incoming Interregnum Period as the members of state and government debated the form of the next administration. For now, the 7th Republic keeps hold over the nation, but in the coming months, a new power shall arise as the fate of the nation is decided.

Archron empire wrote:

RP: A Time to Rejoice

With news of the War coming to a end, and surging fast, The Archian Government acted quickly, and has dispatched vessels to return their troops home. As the Streets of Archron rejoice, many of the younger generations would begin to resist against the soldiers. Many already claiming them to be “Murderers” and “Widow Makers”.

Meanwhile, The Kaiser would overlook New Vaskia, with a smile on his face. He would later that night, Message Boran, and offer to meet her in person, to celebrate the victory.

RP: Seize them

As the Forces would be sent to New sedran, The Archian government would deliver its orders to the Government to disarm them on Arrival

RP: Victory!

Hemlock Salutes the Troops/Brothers claiming they are Hero's and Liberators. Hemlock has quietly kept to himself how Furious he is at younger generations for treating there Hero's so badly though has expressed this his thoughts on situation to close Friends/Brothers in Army and Family. But there is no time to Complain he has Spartan Core to Serve in.

((OORP: Basically Not Publicly expressing how Furious he is to younger Generation. But is telling his Friends/Brothers in Army and Family his frustrations with Younger Generation.))

RP: Seize Them.

The Troops are Disarmed and are transferred under Mainland Archian Authority since Hemlock is focusing on Spartan Core then being involved with Foreign Business.

Schwypia
RP: Ranger's Mercenaries.

With Conflict over Ranger and his Mercs disappointing they couldent Participate in the Final Battle Return back to Icewindia.

| RP | Development of the Capital |

With the infrastructural projects aimed to further the development of the Eastern and Western Rheinlands coming to a finish, the government has changed its sights towards furthering the development of the capital - Altenheim - as a sign of its increasingly rising economic strength. The government has issued the construction of new economic hubs and entertainment center across the city, alongside major funding of emergency services to better the standards of living for the Arelandic Peoples.

Archron empire wrote:

RP: The Queens Demands

As Aerial begins her recovery, she would take back her place to her royalty. Her first order, is for Solis and Wolfen the first to be within her presence, as she decides to deal with the crown issue. As for the south, Aerial has placed her hand in the middle, to deliver a message. Aerial has Requested the 6th army hold their positions, for now. However, She has also asked, desperately for the 6th army to come under the Wolfinites. Aerial has promised great reform, but requires unity. As for the, “Lions” as Aerial has put it, has stated she has no intentions to harm them, or let the armys fall down upon them.

With Aerial coming back into her place, she has taken the mantle and has Requested he royal advisors begin to come up and draw a recovery plans.

As for the million man southern army, Aerial has placed her direct authority over them, claiming them to be apart of the Werewolf Islands
Icewindia

RP: INTENSE AUTO-TUNE

Solis agrees and brings Wolfen along to get this heir issue sorted out as quick as possible so consequences can try to be avoided. The Royal Advisors agree to help Aerial as they fear collapse could mean the end of the monarchy. Meanwhile in the South, Alex orders her army to stand down after getting word that the army is pulling away.

Srednjaci wrote:

RP : Invitation to participate

To meet the South Voytana Security Council of the region, we invite the governments of Rekken and Evacasia to join the council as their territory belongs to the region.
Furthermore, please appoint representatives to the council.
We ask Windardia to appoint its representatives.
Thank you!

RP : Summit security

The government of DR Srednjaci stated at a press conference today that the situation in Ruskoye uls is worrying and that a humanitarian catastrophe is threatening.
180 million Dalats have been set aside for the organization of the Security Council summit. And over 300 police officers, special forces and security members will work on securing the summit.
Special traffic regulations will be provided for police-escorted diplomatic vehicles to the summit building.

RP: Declined

Not seeing themselves to be a part of South-Voytana the Rekkenians decline. Instead of being some strange crossing point of multiple areas the Rekkenians find themselves and the nations around it (at least some of them) to be a part of Central Kalrania instead. This would be a stance the Rekkenian Empress along with the lower thrones of the Imperiumi would also recommend for the Evacasians, Zobertens, The gatislandians and North kowenians to take to create a sense of integrity in the area.

The unwillingness to be a part of the alliance has however not meant the Rekkenians would want nothing to do with the South-Voytanan nations as a commercial pact is offered. This would mean an establishment of free market of goods and services between whoever would agree on the pact and Rekken (excluding businesses nationalized in Rekken like oil, steel, tungsten and alcohol. Private militaries would also not be allowed to operate within Rekken without a separate permit).
The offer to form a commercial pact would be sent to all members of the South Voytana Security Council and the Central Kalranian nations of Evacasia, Zoberten and The gatisland.

OORP
One thing you should do if you are forming an alliance Srednjaci is to inform the cartographers about it and use the official ththi alliance charter template for the factbook as it says in rp rules