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And so the Icewindian Expedition walked home, with an extra person in tow. Lashi quickly got used to controlling the Icewindian Horse, as it wasn't much different from the Tori Amaros, the flying mounts belonging to the Tori.
With Napoleon's permission, she wanted to lead them through a safer path along the Īszka territory and through the small Icewindian border they shared simply to avoid marching through Kānthu as that will be a headache for everyone, and Lashi did want not the blood to spill between the two.
The young scribe departed from her home, not knowing how long she will be separated from her family. But at the same time, it was a honour to be granted such an important opportunity for the Inkhaganate in its entirety... as learning of the outside world and its laws, it will sure benefit to see the Inkhaganate grow bigger- whether individually, or united.
Lashi packed her necessary belongings, and lots of parchments for her to write on. She intended to take private notes- a diary, you could say. In fact, as they were riding to the Ice Realm and the road was simple and safe, she began to write.
The following is written in Tori runes, as of this moment completely illegible by the Icewindians. Seeing that the tribal harpies had a writing system in place meant they werent as backward as one could initially assume.
- "And thus i depart from home. Surrounded by foreign Gunwarriors, i march towards a foreign Realm accompanied by the leader. I do wonder, how does the world look beyond Īszka? Or better, beyond the Inkhaganate?
It has been made my mission to investigate and bring back the fruits of my labour back to my home.
The first opinions are yet to be meet, as language is blocking us. Our communications as of right now, rely on simple drawings with ink or body language.
I will not lie, i hope Wind Mother watches over me, as fear flows through my body. I am going into the unknown; surrounded by strange Gunwarriors, singing a foreign language. All attempts to wander further out were never successful by my predecessors, and thus i hope mine situation will be of difference.
Alas, i am no warrior of mettle; but one of the pen. My fears are justified being in such a strange company, not being able to refer to anyone when i must. The first days, weeks, perhaps? Or even moons? I will practically be alone.
I hope our Mother's gaze reaches even the realms outside of our land."
Lashi was nervous, her body language betrayed it as such. She wasn't a warrior, but a simple scribe. She did try to remain composed to not gather much attention to herself-- the least thing she wants right now, is be a annoyance to the foreigners. She found comfort in her scribblings on her parchments, as that seemed to occupy her mind- and drawings.
Turns out, she might have a knack for drawing- seeming to sketch Napoleon's profile in great detail on one of her parchments as she was describing the Foreign men a few hours into the trip.
Icewindia, Tirnua, and The Orwell Society
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Sigmund's Note: I spent five hours of my own life working on this post and it got deleted by a site error. I am absolutely crushed, please. Accept this small remainder of my once glorious story. Basically, up to this point, Helmuthe had been explaining the purposes of the Scions of Saevrene and their history as he is being moved to another site, by Freidan. After finally losing his last connections to the government, completely dropping his dedication to the government who he now sees as evil and corrupted from the path it had once said, he devotes himself to the cause of the Scions. They arrive at one of the so-called Motherbases, which are bases hidden deep within certain areas but are on par with the military bases as a whole. There, he meets Karlruhne, Freidan's son. The both of them quickly hit it off, as a result of similar personalities and experiences as they talk to one another through the tour of the base. Friday is very pleased but does not show it. At the end of the tour, Karlruhne recommends Helmuthe to be the leader of his personal troops, the Iron Drakes. They are the Scion's finest men, drawn from the finest units, and are a dedicated shock and awe unit. After a bit of back and forth, Helmuth finally accepts. Freidan leaves shortly afterward, expressing his joy in Helmuthe's decision and praising his son for a good choice. Now, here we are, Karlruhne talks to Helmuthe, explaining that many of teh other officers are also ex-servicemen as both of them are. Helmuthe genuinely smiles for the first time in a while and continues to listen to Karlruhne's words. He explains the rest of the leaders of the different branches, the cordial and honest Issak and the elusive and scheming Rueban, who Helmuthe now knows to be the man who had accompanied Freidan when they first met. We pick up from this point...
- | Karlruhne Hansaene |" Well, as I said, it's good to meet you, Helmuthe. Knowing that I have someone like you in my stead gives me hope we will eventually triumph over the decadence. It is men like you who actually win the wars, remember that. Oh, and before I forget, I need something from you. "
- | Helmuthe Arvenfeldt |" Oh, u-uh, sure thing. What'd you need? "
- | Karlruhne Hansaene |" I need you to be awake early in the morning tomorrow, by four at least. We need to go through some exercises and meet the men you will lead. Things are different around here, so we need you to adapt to the circumstances. You know, no more battle rifles. We've got the lighter guns around here, but it's still a machine of war in the correct hands. Can you do that for me? "
- | Helmuthe Arvenfeldt |" Not a problem at all, I won't dissapoint, sir. "
- | Karlruhne Hansaene |" Great thing going, Helmuthe, though you don't have to call me sir, yet. Well, I'll get going now, I have my own business to handle. Marshal stuff and all, go and meet the guys. Get a hot meal, they probably have something in there that's good enough. See you around. "
Helmuthe simply nodded and waved goodbye before turning his back away from the departing marshal and entering the building. He had yet to prove himself to those to whom he now devoted his loyalties and yet he had already been given such a prestigious position. He didn't know what to think about it, but the one thing he was sure of was one thing: he would not falter. But he also felt that the circumstances were somewhat dire. He made a promise then and there that when the war was over and peace would fly freely once more, he would lay down his arms and live a different life with the one that he truly loved. But that promise would only come into effect when the war was over. It had only begun.
Cenagrad, Redpeppers, Tirnua, Seibalath, and 2 othersMidribbonia, and The Orwell Society
RP: Origins
This land was born of a war known as Armageddon. From the aethereal sea came the sky ships, forming a fleet representing the absolute subject at the center of all being, imperceptible but all knowing and all powerful, whom demanded we all become one with him, which he conceived as the utmost point of liberation. He told of his toil, meant for us, by which he meant all, not just us. He was refused, he know he would be considering what he asked of us, but regardless took it as grounds for our annihilation. There are countless stories of it, but it in itself has no overarching narrorative, how absurd! Our beseigement by untold horrors, the annihilation of the bulk of the people which live here was won not by a concerted effort on our part, but by disparate forces in wailing in defiance and tearing reality assunder. The one true God was toppled by an onslaught of broken souls' nonsense. That woe aside, this is the reason for which silver sword orders exist. We are the phenemon which started as continuations to these disparate forces meant to stave off the monsters which persist long after the war's end such that civilization may go on despite divine wrath.
Danik trembled a bit reading over the memo he'd been handed at the initiation ceremony. Aggrivated questions would fly through his mind.
For all this work, that answer? For the death of his family, no grand cause to fight for? Just... persistence? Why isn't anyone else upset about this?
"This can't be right" he'd belt out at the empty space in his quarters, "There has to be more to it"
With that he'd turn away from his desk, shaking his head and staring blankly at the stone brick flooring "They're hiding something about our history."
Dwarf land4, Seibalath, Oseiyra-Norein, Volonca, and 1 otherThe Orwell Society
RP: Johnstown SEZ
The Johnstown SEZ, named after the founder of the Communist Party and the nation as a whole.. The SEZ is expected to take between 25 and 30 years to fully construct. This immense project is expected to generate a massive amount of profit once fully built and operated, thus the estimated multi-billion dollar price tag to build the Johnstown SEZ was deemed worth the cost. The estimated residency is expected to be about 5 million in population once the SEZ is operational. The Party has been praising the designers and planners who are responsible for the design and construction fo the SEZ, saying, "This SEZ, once built, will be a marvel for worldwide praise and a symbol of economic growth in Averius."
In the meantime, a temporary SEZ was set up in the Irontown District of Pack Port, a city in the northwestern province of Averius. Irontown, where the temporary SEZ is being set up, has factories and housing for 50,000 people. Those willing to rent the facilities in Irontown should be aware that they shall be responsible for building maintenance. 5-year leases are currently being offered for $100 million per year. There are currently also 4 docks with cargo and storage facilities, each for $500 million per year in rent; however one of them is solely built for oil tankers. There are currently 100 properties for SEZ industrial use, of which, half are empty lots of land.
RP: 71st Secretary General Elections Concluded (2204)
The 71st election of the Secretary General has just concluded today. These elections happen once every four years. There were six candidates. Richard Johnson is the Traditionalist Faction candidate. Maximillian Frederickson is the Law and Order Faction Candidate. Allyssa Jacobson is the Agrarian Faction candidate. Gregory Damienson is the Industrialist candidate. Sarah Henryson is the Progressive Faction candidate. The sixth candidate was Ethan Chrisson, as a non-affiliated candidate. Each candidate was certified members of the Communist Party and its various factions. Richard Johnson. Richard Johnson won the election with the highest number of votes in the ranked-voting system. This election marks the 84th election in a row, where the Traditionalist Faction of the Communist Party had a candidate who won the Secretary General position. meanwhile, the Majority Coalition, consisting of the Traditionalist, Law and Order, and Industrialist Factions, has also maintained its supermajority, with 685 (68.5%) seats in the Worker's Assembly being held by members of the Majority Coalition.
RP: 7 Dead in Socialist Occupation of Alfonso Town, President says 'Its Time to Act!'
Yesterday night the rural farming town Alfonso, in the heart of the Southern Deus Plains, saw a red army of over 500 march into their streets. Most police officers stood down, as they were outnumbered heavily. However, some officers and civilians stood up to this force, but were met with violence. 20 people were injured last night, a further 7 tragically lost their lives, the youngest believed to be no older than 17. Although a shock to many outside of the southern county of Deus, those inside the county saw this as a matter of when, not if. Influence by several left-wing groups has increased rapidly over the past 5 years, and while most have been peaceful, this one Socialist Party has been anything but. Alfonso hasn't been the first town to see a march on their land, but President Harman promises it will be the last.
He had this to say in an emergency statement released this morning:
Last night it was revealed to me that a Socialist terrorist group made their way into Alfonso, Deus. I've been to the Plains many a time and I've passed through the small farming community. They aren't particularly fond of my policies, or my decisions, but that does not mean I will sit here and let some mob occupy their beloved town. I am ashamed at how I haven't prevented this from happening, as stomping out domestic terrorism is something I made a priority during my run for presidency. It's time for me to get out of this chair and act. In some days, you will see me deliver a speech at the Jurgen Company Sports Stadium in Ezbern. In this speech, you will see my plan.
I would also like to reiterate that we are in need of international trade and relations that will be imperative to this plan. I will be looking to see which of our friends across the borders may be suitable for such arrangements, but to be contacted before I make a decision would be extremely appreciated and prove favourable in negotiations.
RP
the Republic is giving Novaya Zemaya some autonomy
so a civil war does not happen
RP: Averius International Bank
The Averius International Bank has been founded in order to increase international relations through economic transactions. This move has been due to a number of diplomatic efforts that have been stalled, as few nations have sought diplomatic relations with the nation of Averius, and even fewer have actually put forth the effort to actually set up diplomatic and trade deals. The Averius International Bank will, provide secured loans to any foreign business, group, individual, or government in need of funds. There various details shall be explained at in-person meetings required in order to obtain those funds. As a reminder, all loans shall require sufficient collateral in case of default. Funding priority shall be on projects deemed economically profitable as a means to ensuring that the likelihood of default on the loans shall be minimized.
PR: Express Air Mail
Early in the morning within the Moorliisa's Office of Ludiari Arala leader of the Solingarch Federation a small Sprite would be standing upon the desk with a sealed letter about their own height. The Sprite would be clad in the uniform of Nesters-courier services a dark green color with a yellow logo of two moth looking wings on the left shoulder. Seeing someone walk into the room they would make a small chirping sound of them clearing their throat and wave the large to them letter. The envelope would have writing on the front with the name Ludiari Arala written in golden ink. On the other side of the envelope would be the Kalrania Stability Initiative seal along with something written very small asking for a signature upon delivery. The letter inside would be artful calligraphy of a glossy black shade written on a light silver paper stating the following.
Dear Ludiara Arala,
The Kalrania Stability Initiative Gala committee wishes to extend this invitation to you. This letter will grant you entry into this years Gala along with one guest and an additional aid. Events will be held within the nation of Volonca in the colonial city of Socora which is accessible by air or water. Transport will be available from both arriving points to the Gala. Address of the event is at the Sato Palace Resorts, 368 Deston street. The Gala will begin Mon, 18 Jun 2204 06:42:51 GMT. The KSI will be looking forward to your arrival.
A small sprite dressed in Nesters-courier outfit would arrive at the Minister Executive Filip Vantu residents. They would be wearing a odd looking cone shade hat with several small fans on the cones rim running attached to some kind of miniature air cooler strapped over their shoulder. On their person they would be hugging an envelope in front of them while they fluttered at the door. They would wait for someone to open the door and sign for the letter. If one would open the envelope they would find a letter reading.
Dear Filip Vantu,
The Kalrania Stability Initiative Gala committee wishes to extend this invitation to you. This letter will grant you entry into this years Gala along with one guest and an additional aid. Events will be held within the nation of Volonca in the colonial city of Socora which is accessible by air or water. Transport will be available from both arriving points to the Gala. Address of the event is at the Sato Palace Resorts, 368 Deston street. The Gala will begin Mon, 18 Jun 2204 06:42:51 GMT. The KSI will be looking forward to your arrival.
RP: A Warm Welcome
A representative from the Kalrania Stability Initiative has arrive within the nation of Anywehr. This was after reading word of the nations interests in joining the KSI alliance. The small Sprite has arrived carrying a stack of papers along with a data-pad for digital signatures. They would be waiting for someone with enough power within the Federation able to represent the nation into its transfer and sign the required pages needed to get everything in order.
Rumanian States, Northern new solingarch, Tirnua, and The Orwell Society
Ten Provincial representatives will step forward and each read through the pages, discuss them with each other, and then each sign
This is my main account, Swaziland Empire is my secondary account.
RP: More Rail Means Less Air Dependency
The Directorate understands the wishes of the Averian government, and understands it's wishes for trade. The Directorate wishes to export steel, local crops, bamboo, construction materials, and arms to the Averian government in exchange for foreign currency. An embassy is also requested alongside student exchange programs and international labor.
RP: 7th Kynthesine Parliament
With no changes in the legislature, but many different changes in local positions, the Directory hopes for continued developments.
Post self-deleted by Ecocaria.
Rp request
Hello is am planing to make a post and factbook about the culture of Ecocaria
Since Ecocaria is a discovered tribe, I thought that I could take some inspiration from different counntries and say that the explorers came from there
If you allow me to take inspiration from your country in my post, like this post
Volonca, The Orwell Society, Tortoiseland, and Anywehr
Hey, ping me on the discord server and I can provide any details you may need, (as explorers would likely be from the Old Empire) as I am still figuring out factbooks of my own
The Orwell Society and Ecocaria
OOC
Message me on discord so we could talk about this and set it up
RP: Trade with Archron
The Imperium has largely remained quite and unresponsive to Archron empires request that all ties with Liranholm be cut, however has requested to begin importing massive amounts of Archinite, as well as having proposed mass expansions to the Archinite Strategic Reserves within the Imperium, which would provide a far more energy efficient competitor to the natural gas imports from Liranholm.
Archron empire, The Orwell Society, and Tortoiseland
RP: Doors Opened
The Republic sees cooperation as beneficial and would be honored to receive diplomats from Etrius. As Brennus currently has a number of gaps economically, more opportunities for potential assistance will be forever welcome.
RP: Bad Company
[Tuesday, 20 February 19:41]
McKenzie had barely enough time to draw her weapon and take the safety off, when the door swung open.
A young man in complete black clothing and a tactical vest entered the room and stared at her in horror.
He seemed to be about to say something, but McKenzie was pointing the M45 at him and put a finger to her mouth to tell him to keep quiet.
She was about to approach him to knock him out when two more men entered the hallway behind him.
They were also dressed in all black, but these two were armed, each carrying a heavily modified AK-12.
McKenzie had no choice but to fight back, as the two men opened fire on her as soon as they spotted her.
Shots whizzed around the room as McKenzie threw herself to the ground and fired back.
She emptied her entire magazine, but only managed to kill 2 of the attackers, one of the armed men was still unharmed.
McKenzie had taken cover behind one of the metal chairs and fumbled one of her spare magazines out of her pants pocket.
She had only 2 magazines left, so she could not allow herself to waste more bullets.
"Only 14 bullets left..." muttered Anna as the magzine snapped into her gun with a satisfying click. The Terrorist had now also stopped his furious shooting, it seemed like he needed to reload as well.
After a few seconds of strange silence, the terrorist shouted into the room in a shaky voice: "Okay, all right! You have 5 seconds to surrender, or I'll kill you! I don't care that the boss wants you alive!"
McKenzie looked around the room feverishly considering what to do. The terrorist began to count: "5" Her gaze continued to dart around the room "4"
That's when she spotted a large fire extinguisher near the front door. "3". McKenzie raised her gun "2" McKenzie pulled the trigger "1" The bullet hit the extinguisher which immediately exploded.
It´s content was dispersed into the air infront of the entrance, giving McKenzie enough cover to rise and sprint over to the ventilation shaft hatch at the far end of the room.
Quickly she pulled herself into the shaft.
The explosion had set off an alarm, which rang through the rooms to her into the vents. It intensified the chaotic situation and added to the already intense tension.
Behind her screams were echoing from the direction of the meeting hall , but she just scrambled forward through the darkness, wanting to escape as quickly as possible.
Candain, Milenciano, and The Orwell Society
RP
Pushing the Stockpiles
While the Archian offer was left silent for awhile, the news of the Imperiums request put a smile on the governments face. These Archinite stockpiles which have overflowed for hundreds of years, began to see their action and movement amongst the current year. 600 Metric Tons would be sently every 8 months through vast amount of cargo vessels across the Letanrica. However, for an ease of access, The Archian Government requested permission from Icewindia to transport the Archinite via a land route in order to get it over easier. Archron would cut in Icewindia within the profits for doing so, should it be allowed.
RP: 2204 Elections
The 2204 elections for the seat of the Prime Ministry in Brennus came to a close today. These elections, occurring every six years have garnered more attention then is usual. The biggest topic during the running was the ongoing energy crisis caused by inoperable reactors and foreign diplomacy in general. In the end of it all Ian Blomme won through once again. His popular policies and the connections he fostered through diplomacy proved to elevate him to good standings within the populace and the legislature. Also notable is the growing support behind more nationalistic parties mostly due to the still unsolved issue in the south many still have ruffled feathers over the ordeal.
RP: Offloading
Both ships would come to a halt, the destroyer moving to the front for final offloading. Activity was visible on the ship from the coast as a helicopter was pulled out of an internal hangar. This would bring the diplomatic package to shore, where official talks could begin.
RP: Expanding the family
Relations with 
Brennus and 
Agloolik are believed to be a worthy investment and in the latter case have proven very much worthwhile. To expand upon these opportunities they have been formally invited to join the Kalranian Stability Initiative - in hopes this might aid in the perpetuation of a peaceful and prosperous world. This invitation is accompanied by an invitation to the Initiative Gala as well
Candain, Brennus, The Orwell Society, and Tortoiseland
RP: No Helipads
A radio message to broadcast to the ships: “We do not have helipads. You will be required to land on ice.”
RP: the Gala
Ten representatives shall fly to the nearest airport for the Gala via planes. Once there, thirty extra men and women will get off with them, and will disperse into the area. They will also bring eight musicians, and unload various foods to bring.
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