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RP: Requesting to Join the TNL and ICT

After the announcement of the new Tearth, Shevil decided to request to join the TNL and ICT to join its friend in the alliance.
Woleve Atraland

Torimia wrote:

RP

Candain

Narantuya Kabiley of Sāān is sent to the lands of the Moths as an envoy of the Inkhaganate to meet the ever so supportive moths. They would be the third Tori to ever have ventured outside the Inkhaganate officially...she would take with herself a rather worn yet still functional Iverian tablet she received approximately 11 years ago.

In the meantime, the Atralandian Diplomat is accompanied to the lands of Kānthu, one of the Khanates currently in charge as they were the recent winner of the Grand Mettle. There, he will have an audition with Khanum Yesuntei, the Khatum of Kānthu and Khanum of the Tori Inkhaganate, the de-facto representative of the four Khanates.

RP: Welcome to the City of Lights

Narantuya Kabiley would be asked to first travel to Owlet the closest major port hub on the Sanguluna Strait. This time the normal meeting center for foreign ambassadors the Twilight Tower would be completely private to host the envoy of the Inkhaganate. Several of the merchants that have travel to the neighboring nation for trade would be stationed at the city's main entrances to help communicate and show the Tori on where to travel to. Which would be the tallest building with violet stained glass close to the center of the city. While the city was still busy with its normal on goes the plaza in front of the Twilight Tower was roped off to the public just several sprite guards there from the city and that of the Monthra faction. They would gladly let in anything Tori like through and access to the building given their orders.

RP: The cracks in the Reich

Upon the push into Tearth was a successful endeavor, the Reich had strained itself too far. With the Mark beginning to rise on the Archian side as more and more marks were being produced, Factories began going on strikes as payment was lacking. The factories making jets and bombers began refusing to build out of overclocked workers trying to finish their quotas.

Understanding the Reich was getting into a dire situation, Kaiser Dominic Von Braun gave the order to cease all military production other than basic equipment such as rifles, support equipment and rations. The sudden stop would add a temporary relief, but wouldn’t last long. The fighters deployed would return back and under orders from the Kaiser, nearly all fighters would be scrapped to be recycled into armor or rifles. Only one thousand in fighters would be left for the airforce, along with only five hundred in bombers. The active fighters would be placed within five hundred, and the bombers in 250. The remaining aeroplanes would be placed in reserves.

The Kaiser began making economic reforms to begin working on the Civilian side of industry, hoping to open up trade amongst the world as civilian industry would be placed at the forefront, placing the military on the back burner. The civilians began to come back around, but heavily remained within a status of anger. The Kaiser also opened more jobs within the scrapping of the jets in hopes to provide all the former pilots and engineers new jobs. In addition to those, a plan to begin creating new civilian industries around Rotalia and Avia would go underway.

The Archian government informed Woleve Atraland of its current situation, and has taken a passive stance for the time being. Stating that the industrial aspect was more important than a fighting force.

Evagelizing

Rumanian States wrote:

RP: Eastern Magyarorzag Nazhitak
Pecs, Magyarorzag, Rumania - Silvas and her devotees would arrive in Pecs to find it unlike any of the other locations they had been to. Pecs, a center for Christianity in Magyarorzag, and home to two holy sites relating to the deaths of Saints; that of Saint Stefan (patron Saint of Magyarorzag) and Saint Dan of Girgiu (responsible for introduction of Christianity to the Danubian Peninsula.). The city is not only the largest population centre in eastern Magyarorzag, but also is one of the most religious cities in the nation, with an extremely dense and devout Catholic population. Their arrival was not taken lightly. While much of the nation remained relatively oblivious to the Nazhitak, only having heard of them through the reports of the 9th Ward Massacre, the Catholic population of Magyarorzag who feel directly threatened by the heresy have been keeping an eye on their activities. It was no surprise then when the Nazhitak, led by Silvas, were greeted with crowds of angry protesters vehemently opposed to them entering or reaching the city.

Snina, Magyarorzag, Rumania - The reaction in Snina was the complete opposite of Pecs. Living on the fringes of the nation, Snina is a rather isolated and small city compared to elsewhere in Rumania, and Magyarorzag. So, when the famous heretical preacher was coming to visit their town, the people were not too bothered, but moreso intrigued to hear what he had to say. They had heard the rumors about John Nash and the Nazhitak in Church and on the news, but yet nobody in the town had ever met someone who had seen John Nash, much less met an actual Nazhitak themselves.

Elsewhere in Magyarorzag - While Khust became a haven for Anti-Nazhitak rhetoric, being the site of the 9th Ward Massacre and being the first city to pass Anti-Nazhitak ordinances, Komadi became a haven for the Nazhitak. The city's mayor, a non-denominational Christian, took offense to the actions of the Catholics and Christian across Magyarorzag, and so proclaimed in a speech to the public that the city would "become a bastion of tolerance and safety for those persecuted and punished for their beliefs." While not explicitly mentioning the Nazhitak, it was obviously inferred that he sought to make his city a centre of refuge for the Nazhitak faith.

RP: Sofites
Galati, Rumania - The sudden and quiet disappearance of Szofia of Galati threw the Nazhitak community of Galati for a loop, and without an explicitly leader, Friar Ioan stepped in to take her place. Having followed both John Nash and Szofia for sometime, Friar Ioan had become well antiquated with the loose-knit doctrine of the Barbelite faith, and so stepped up to the followers of Galati. Unlike Nash, he has begun preaching the doctrine of Szofia, de-emphasizing the return of Christ and focusing on a in-the-present faithfulness, but unlike Szofia he has maintained is traditions as a Friar, travelling and preaching to large crowds in open spaces across Galati.

RP: Eastern Magyarorzag Nazhitak - Spirits High, God Higher

Pecs, Magyarorzag - Coming before the vicious crowd of enraged Catholics, Silvas' Nazhitaks looked towards their path with a feeling not unlike frustration. No more was this felt than within Silvas herself, who understood the value of Pecs, a city charged with holiness like a conduit flowing from God themself. But, as a follower of John, extreme in her interpretations or not, there were many things that Silvas understood in regards to God and the so-called Christians of Pecs who pledged themselves to dividing the One into three. She understood that the God of these Christians was limited in his scope, bashful and undeniably vengeful; an ignorant and weak emanation of something indescribably greater. She also knew, beyond any reasonable thought, that though these Christians gathered around the Conduit of Pecs like moths on a lightbulb, the light did not come from the Mother-Father, for God was not in these hollow tombs. God was in Her.

And she spoke to the Catholics, saying, "Look at us Pecs! Look at this great generation of followers of the Way of Christ. Shout against us all ya'll can, cause yall's screams will give way to raw throats and mute lips! When we were placid and willing to serve God under ya'lls shade, you all called us siblings of Christ, but now that we chase what is right, ya'll degenerate into the oppressors of the Magyar and call us heathens, heretics, and children of the street! Tell us what we really are, shout it out and reveal who ya'll really are! Don't ya'll see, the Child of Humanity stands before ya'lls very eyes! Ready to judge!"

Snina, Magyarorzag - When John Nash rolled into Snina, he brought with him the full force of the Nazhitak Movement upon his lips. Speaking with a renewed vigor to the inquisitive populace all the teachings he had spoken since his arrival in Khust many, many months ago. In his sermons, John used the rural environment around to exemplify the Nazhitak view of corruption on the face of Kalrania, describing cities and material attachment to something "like a tumor and infection. A corruption of the Mother-Father's creation and spirit." On the edge of Rumanian and Magyarok civilization, already so distant from the usage of objects cellphones, computers, and television, John Nash was totally ignorant that another preacher of the Barbelite faith was teaching a very similar message, hundreds of miles away.

RP: Sofites - Spirits High, God on Equal Ground

Braila, Rumania - Szófia of Galati has returned after a period of a lengthy absence, but it is not Galati she has rapidly manifested in. Instead, she has appeared in Brailia, a smaller city just across the Harbor from Galati. As in latter, Szófia has continued preaching in the quiet and private areas of the city, delivering brief sermons and parables, before vanishing as quickly as she appeared.

"Very rightly, I must urge ya'll to picture a city like Galati, or even one such as Braila. Look down on it like a dove descending from a cloud and see how it glows in the night, not unlike how Barbelo shines herself; full of wisdom and compassion. But now as a dove, soar ya'llselves down into the streets. Swoop into the alleys and ghettos and sewers and find the poverty within. A poverty not unlike the emptiness of the First Ruler, who has many things but owns none of it. It is a poorness that traps the dove and clips its wings in preparation for a feast. Rightly I say, the Archons of Heaven shine like Barbelo, but deceive with the poorness of Samael. Follow me then, and know Wisdom is not in the city lights or the ghettos, but is within all ya'll. Follow me then, and fly to the fullness of Barbelo offers!"

And with the conclusion of her sermons, Szófia once more vanished quietly from Braila

RP: Treachery of the 10th

It is the 3rd of April, 2170. The day has thus far been calm and the government is operating as normal. Queen Boran has just departed for a state visit to the Archron empire, taking elements of the secret service with her. It was only then that a message was sent to Grandmaster Rheim of the First Guard, straight from General McAfee of the 10th Rifle Division, the unit tasked with upholding the defense of the capital during times of war. The message was quite simple: “At 11 am precisely, soldiers from the 10th will enter Milare with the express purpose of removing Prime Minister Rhodes from power. Lay down your arms when we arrive and no blood will be shed.”
But the First Guard has never gone quietly. Frantically, Grandmaster Rheim organized what Guardsmen he could for a defense of the government, summoning around 700 Guards by the time the first wave arrived. In their trucks, thousands of soldiers poured into the city to surround Government Square, Milare’s defenders becoming the city’s attackers…

It was into this situation that Lieutenant Roma von Braun found himself stirred awake. One of the first responders, Roma met with the other officers of the Guard. As the clock struck 11, Guardsmen were still rushing about and Roma charged into the officer’s meeting room. About 30 other officers gathered in the hall, Grandmaster Rheim at the head. His eyes tragically fell upon Roma’s, grief-filled determination surging within them.

“Men, the rumor is true,” Rheim began. “Elements of the 10th have decided to lead a coup against the Prime Minister. As Guardsmen, it is our sworn duty to prevent this. The 10th will attack on foot any minute. They will not risk using any kind of aircraft or heavy artillery, lest they endanger civilian lives. We have reason to suspect that this is an isolated incident. Other army groups will arrive in the city to aid us, but we have to hold out until then. Lead your Brothers well; the odds may be stacked against us, but recall that the original Guardsmen stood fewer than we during their first defense. Remember the onslaught faced by the Guard in 2011. Remember the Westenburg Rebellion of 2038. Forever vigilant…”

“Forever prosperous!”

…

Hours passed. Roma had lost count of the number of soldiers he had killed today. Wave after wave, the 10th came, yet the Guard held. But word came from every flank that the line was beginning to waver. Building after building had been lost until all that remained defended was Parliament itself, where the Representatives and the Prime Minister took shelter. Windows had been bashed to make way for machine guns and sandbags enveloped the property. When the officers met again, around only half rallied to the position. Among them was Grandmaster Rheim, though he arrived last and between the arms of two soldiers. Blood stained his uniform from several gunshot wounds.

Fatal wounds, Roma knew. His life is just about over. Slumped against the back wall, the officers and several lower rank Guardsmen huddled around their dying Grandmaster to heed his final command. The faces of each man and woman said they too knew his final breaths were imminent.

“Until… the end… keep… fighting,” Rheim managed, his breathing becoming shallow. “Reinforcements... soon… Hold…” And his breath faded, the last defiant sparks in his eyes dimming with a quiet resolve. Grandmaster Rheim was dead. Next to Roma, Captain Harwen, the Guard’s second-in-command, gulped. Harwen stepped forward, standing before his fallen commander. He cleared his throat, preparing to speak, but was soon cut off…

It started as a murmur in the back before sweeping across the entire crowd. Roma, near the center, could not see what the commotion was about, but the looks of each Guard about the ends told him that something was amiss. Their eyes bulged at the source of the commotion and their jaws threatened to fall off their faces. Roma could see the sea of men and women shift; someone was approaching. And when the figure reached the center, Roma too fell victim to dumbfoundedness.
She stood at five feet, two inches, a meager height amongst the members of the Guard. Dressed in a ballistic vest, stealth fatigues, and a billowing blue cloak, the woman halted about the table at the huddle’s center. She swept the platinum blonde hair with a single black streak out of her eyes, and looked about the Guard with stern resolve. Her presence should not have been possible, yet here she stood.

“Rally your men, we’ll spearhead straight through their line in five minutes,” Dawn Alore said, pointing to a map of the area. With that order, Dawn left the center of the huddle, the Guardsmen avoiding her like the plague as she passed. For a moment, nobody could move, nevertheless speak, until Roma roused them from their shock.

“You heard her, men!” With that, the Guard followed Roma and Captain Harwen, who in turn followed Dawn. They found her before the massive doors of Parliament, outside of which hundreds of soldiers of the 10th waited. With a powerful kick, Dawn exploded the doors open, raised her bayonet-primed rifle, and charged with a mighty war cry. Amongst the hedgerows, Dawn was hard to see, but the dumbfounded Guard watched her cut down soldier after soldier. And so too did the Guard rage, an all-encompassing war cry erupting through the halls of Parliament. They charged, and the enemy broke.

…

After two more hours of battle, the coup was over. Broken by the First Guard’s charge, the 10th attempted to rally before a loyalist contingent of the 10th arrived to envelop their traitorous brothers. General McAfee had taken his life before capture, leaving a few thousand of his troops behind to be taken into custody. Roma, and many others, searched for Dawn in the aftermath, but no trace of her remained. Perhaps she had never even been there; after all, it was impossible. Yet Roma had seen much in his time, he knew that she had rallied the Guard to save them in their time of need, leading the charge just as she had in 2038. He knew that their testimony would be described as some sort of mass hallucination, just a story for bards to sing about the triumphant stand of 2170. Yet Captain Roma, the new second in command of the Guard, knew the absolute truth: he had fought beside a legendary figure that day, and he would never forget it.

Woleve Atraland wrote:

RP: Capitalism
A variety of large Imperium corporations have offered to open up within Archron, providing stable jobs and building infrastructure in the nation for a period of 10 years, where upon the end of the contract all industries within Archron would be sold off to Archian citizens. An order has come from the ICT for Archron to immediately return their Marks to the gold standard the entire currency is intended to be based upon to prevent hyperinflation from hitting the rest of the ICT. 30 year zero-interest small and medium business loans are being offered by the Imperial Reserve to keep the middle class afloat while Archron restructures its civilian industry.

RP: Opening the Investments

The Archian government accepted the companies investments and began working in tandem with them. The government also followed the order for the currency to be swapped to the Gold Standard. Such a switch would take time around the nation but did see a significant improvement thus far. Talks of reducing the military size all together have been placed on the table as an option to help the repairs. However, such a move would place millions of Archians out of jobs, a move the government cannot afford to make. Banking on the civilian market working, the government has revealed its plans to begin revitalization of its most important infrastructure such as roads, airports and tele-communication lines. Railways have also come to light as a vital necessity which has been placed for the Atralandian companies to carry out as the Archian ones get onto their feet.

As an overall plan the following plots are hoping to be achieved within a 10-20 year period:

-Railway connections
-Increasing the Civilian factory production
-Improving road and other vital infrastructure

As for now, the military has been garrisoned around the mainland and its Islands. The Archian militarism has ceased in favor of creating stability within the Island. Native Avians have been recruited for these operations in hopes of working integration much more throughly.

RP

International Politics: An Invitation To Ivery

Fiercewood
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Following yet again renewed interests in their Friends to the North, the Confederate Government has sent to the Xin-Fael Government an invitation to a Diplomatic Meeting in Ivery. Included as well in the visit's invitation is a 2-Week Stay in Ivery, with all prerequisite expenses paid and a hefty allowance for the visitors throughout their time in Ivery and in the Confederation.

High Queen Leyaile Arala herself has expressed interest in meeting with the Xin-Fael once more, and eagerly awaits a Xin-Fael Response.


Secret: The Historic Silence (pt. 1)

Throughout Solingarchi History, there had always been stories, legends, myths about the lands to the Confederate West. Legends of untouched, virgin paradise lands, full of wealth and the lands of the gods. Stories about dark, terrible monsters who hunted brave Confederate Soldiers and innocent colonists in the age of antiquity. Myths of vengeful gods and their eldritch servants, on a dark throne deep in the hidden lands.

Whether these stories be true or not, Confederate Settlements - the few that were ever made - never stuck on these lands, No Confederate Interest was accumulated in these lands, and the various nations stayed well away.

To public knowledge, this is the whole truth. The lands were too violent for permanent settlement, too unfit for any life to live and prosper. However, to the few entrusted by the High Queen with the burden of knowledge, the handful of people in the history of the Confederation shackled with truth, they know that this is far from the truth.

The "Virgin Paradise of the West", known as Setumura, was a land of incredible diversity. Filled with numerous resources and much material wealth, Setumura was - in a sense - the Confederation's Sister. Setumura was, similar in form to the Confederation but differing itself, a Federation of States located on Akjana Minor. Inhabiting it's various states were 6 different peoples - the Fareen, Iradans, Arjake, Arcadians, Teryo, and Metanni - who, more or less, lived in peace with one another. In the modern day, the nations of Setumura were in a state of prosperity. Cooperation and Friendly Competition between the Setumuran Nations led the nations to develop to the level of the Confederation.

Almost 5 Centuries ago, following a particularly horrible conflict, the Setumurans and Solingarchi Royals signed a treaty. The treaty, which ended the war, led to the separation of Setumura and Solingarch. As per the terms of the treaty, all public records of the Setumurans - in order to prevent a second conflict - would be destroyed. History Books were recalled and either destroyed or edited to remove any and all mentions of the Setumurans, and any other record was confiscated, ripped apart, and burned with Concentrated Crest Magic to ensure their fullest destruction. Only then, when one of every record was archived into the Royal Vaults, was the treaty fully achieved. As generations passed, and children aged, reproduced, and died, the public completely forgot about Setumura. Similarly, the Setumuran Public forgot about Solingarch.

The Treaty was written to only last 500 Years. That was how long the Setumuran and Solingarchi Royals thought the treaty should last, how long it should take for everyone to forget about their opposite and how long it would take for the threat of a 2nd Conflict to fully die off. A 2nd Treaty was never mandated, never signed, never even thought about, and so now, in the modern day, the treaty is finally coming to it's due end. 499 Years, and soon the treaty will end.

As the years draw closer, Setumuran and Solingarchi Royals separately open their Vaults, and begin their contingency plans to release the knowledge. Internet Spaces secretly go dark, allocated to some larger address. Ministers and Dukes receive their orders and are sworn to secrecy, as the final day draws closer and closer - as the truth grows closer and closer to breaking.

RP: Meeting End

In a meeting between Queen-Regent Catherine of Icewindia and the XY of Tearth, the XY allowed Icewindia to deploy an army in Tearth to take care of the mafia troubles. However, as soon as the meeting ended, the XY was met with a coup, and she would be arrested.

RP: Mobilization for Defense

After seeing tensions rise between Icewindia and Tearth’s allies in TNL, Tearth has decided to mobilize 350,000 troops to the southern border for defense just in case Icewindia decides to do something to Tearth.

Nonadia wrote:

RP: Awaiting

San Lata's allegiance to Aurora has led many thinking that the war will only drag in Nonadia one way or another. Whether it be due to Nonadia sending in troops or Nonadia commanding an army. Either way, the Third Imperial Armed Forces has limited time to pull itself together. Missile defense systems across Nonadia are put at full readiness, with any missile willing to hit a major city being destroyed if it manages to get close. The Third Imperial Navy is putting orders to expand its arsenal. 50 new submarines and 4 new aircraft carriers, 20 new corvettes, 10 new destroyers, and 30 new missile cruisers within the next 1 - 2 decades. This overall will cost over 40 billion Nanoes (80 billion USD), the biggest purchase for the Navy since it existed.

The Third Imperial Army has ordered 3,000 new C-1 tanks, but so far, the purchases have been delayed to make room for the navy.

RP: Diplomacy

King Uzanad is being sent to discuss the current situation and possibly, arrange a royal marriage.

RP: Arranged Marriage

Queen-Regent Catherine agreed to arrange something and sent Princess Solara Winter. Age 40, Religion: Solist Species: Dragonoid.

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RP: Nationalism Rises Again

The expected collapse of the NL has not been met yet. The Foreign Affairs Observance Union has not expected this. However, the Republic sees that Nationalism in Kynthes might rise again. The suppression of illegal nationalist parties, as well as supporters of the Nationalist League shall be legalized. However, majority of SDP, LDP and other opposition groups have opposed this action, seeing it as unconstitutional and hypocritical of the Republic. This leads to the Technocratic Bloc rising in membership.

Midribbonia wrote:

RP: Look what I found

All three would approach the central part of the backyard that looked weirdly untouched by the wind, which crumbled the concrete on the rest of backyard's area. Some vague shapes could be seen, as their outlines shined from the bright lanterns policemen used to light up the crime scene.

Sigor Pocevin: (in Common) So, that's the main proof of magic being somehow tied to this incident. There is no way in which 3 whirlwinds would avoid one circular spot in the middle, it's logically impossible. Those traces of silver powder only prove it further. A proper investigation will take days, if not weeks, but right now all the evidence is in front of us.
Anna Bornova: I suppose you're correct, there is no solid evidence yet, though, so we can't be sure. The main point of the attack, if there was one, was to destroy the databases and servers, right? So it was not to hurt people, but to deactivate the government's electronic system. I wonder why would they do it...
Sigor Pocevin: Oh, by the way, completely forgot to tell you. Firefighters took your laptop out of the building, and it was unlocked when they found it. I think you might want to return it and see if it still works without problems.
Anna Bornova: Yeah, wanted to fetch it from them myself, thanks for reminding. If there's nothing else to look at apart from this spot, then we better go check on our colleagues. Oh, Mr. Ritsen, what do you think about it? Does it look like a result of the use of magic or not? After all, you've got some experience with it back home, so maybe you could give some expertise on it.

RP: Plentiful meeting

Anna left the meeting with a feeling of relief. Her work was almost finally done, and now she felt absolutely sure about her decision. Minister went back to Beacon, where she finalised all the requests following signed agreements, and, with all that done, she could return back to Midribbonia and resign from her position of Minister of Foreign Affairs.

RP : What should I say?

Feltz became anxious at giving his opinion on the terror incident. After all, mages all over the Seibalath have different methods of performing spells, and it was likely Midribbonia's were completely alien from them. He hesitated to respond for a minute, as he was after all a diplomat, hardly an investigator.

" Three whirlwinds? That might have took a lot of preparation for them to conduct. The uh . . . magic people use in the Seibalath require numerous instruments and ingredients to conduct spells, the one I done earlier was just a simple parlor trick. Specialization is required for us to adequately comprehend the miracles we are performing, especially at this scale. I understand none of the ritual circles that are placed here, apologies, but a mage of your own blood might. I suggest tracing back the components to suppliers, unless if it something extremely common, or finding information connected to the ritual circle. Interrogation or reading a book might help? "

Oseiyra-Norein wrote:

| RP |

Seibalath

As the man obligingly bestowed a period of benevolence towards the almost-faintly spoken yet vehemently charged monologues of the living skeleton, he interweaved each of his fingers into a taut lock before mustering a formal response to the living skeleton's words in an impassive tone of voice.

| Siegwren Barthole | " I do assure you that one of the numerous outcomes to be hatched from the discourse of our conference will include the attainment of contemporary sciences and technologies alongside the knowledge requisite to the application of such technologies within the society of the Tershen: any inquiries to possess in concern to this issue can be referred to Hessia as she had dedicated a lifetime to the study of the diplomatic arts and will most likely provide you with a swift answer. In reference to the acquisition of firearms and further forms of armaments for your people, consultation with a few of my colleagues will be hosted as an independent course from the conference. Howbeit to this, I do not wish to overload your mind with all of this information so I'll leave you to your own thoughts for now as you wait for the return of Hessia . . . and speak of the very devil, herself. "

Siegwren pronounced the last words of his monologue in a faint tone as Hessia took her first steps into the spaces of the cabin compartment accompanied by a member of the flight crew, adorned in a blue-and-grey service uniform and similarly-colored cap with the symbol of a laurel and a dove pinned to its front-center, firmly cradling a small metal tray in their hands. Upon swiftly locking sight onto the living skeleton, Hessia motioned the flight crewman to deposit the metal tray on the table that divided Melladar's and Hessia's seatings - to which they obliged in complete silence - before she approached the seating area and took a seat herself.

| Hessia Kasreiyne |" It isn't much but the Flight Crew managed to make an adequate meal: a medium-sized offering of fish curry and brown rice, a traditional meal of the inhabitants of Schweinrune, and a beverage of sweet tea created from a blended mixture of Norsaewheat and Alfaenleve. I hope you do come to enjoy this meal, my friend . . . oh, and also, we are nearing the outskirts of Reisalia, so I'd finish that meal in due time."

RP : Om Nom Nom Nom

The lich-diplomat locked its gaze on the meal. He moved his finger in the air, forming a floating white powder substance that eventually forms a ritual circle akin to the celtic cross. The skull-pet clenches its teeth four times and spoke on its own. " Laya del silla. ". It results into the circle disintegrating completely, upon Melladar begins eating the meal happily. The food disappears into his jaw, including the beverage.

" This is refreshing, Salla kana (Thank you)." He complemented modestly. Melladar's sense of taste is extremely dulled, being an illusion of senses made by the spell, so he instead took enjoyment in the sustenance that it gave him. He took a sip from the tea, similarly disappearing in his jaw instead of splashing around his ribcage. One thing that could be gathered here is that it was absorbed directly by his body, although where it would go is unknown.

" Sorry about the elaborate show I had to put on, I cannot eat as naturally as your kind. " He embarrassedly apologized. " I have one thing to add about the Seibalath, although it is of my own opinion. Me and my colleagues believe that one of the states, named Lentelan, will ultimately succeed in its quest to conquer all of the confederacy for better or worse. I do have a request, if the time were to come, to allow my people to refuge in your state. The Tershen do not want to see their work of the centuries be undone by the madness of the living, no offence to your people but those in our area. "