RP: The Delivery
Needing the Avia victory to secure the region, a selection of vehicles would be delivered to Avia for the purpose of this unification war.
113x AV/I-26 'Punisher', an Infantry Fighting Vehicle, equipped with a 20mm cannon utilizing Armor Piercing Incendiary Tracer (APIT) ammunition.
120x AV/C-85 'Crown', an Armored Personnel Carrier equipped with a .50 caliber coaxial MG utilizing Armor Piercing Incendiary Tracer (APIT) ammunition.
20x Racketan Motors' Tempest, a Mobile Multiple-Launch Rocket System (MLRS) equipped to launch 122mm TOW missiles
50x Cog Supply trucks, large equipment transport vehicles, loaded with fuel and ammunition for the provided vehicles.
RP: The Traders
The arrival of the trade group would be searched for contraband items (common drugs and other usual illegal items), and be taxed 15% of their cargo's gross value before receiving an escort down to the Avia capital, New Avia
Hexiron's CEO T'ak Nam-Seon agrees to meet with the Syndicate leaders on their yacht. T'ak Nam-Seon would bring along two of his Executives who have been focused on the arm's manufacturing side of Hexiron and a guard
RP: The Great Merge
Within the Kalrania Stability Initiative Summit Director Deschia Eclipse has propose a merger between the Kalrania Stability Initiative and Serene Ether. Having discussed this decision with the other members of the TSE Werewolf Islands, Conglagateia, and Fiercewood it was agreed upon to be the best course of action for the near future. With the Serene Ether entering into an new era of peace and rapid development it was a golden opportunity to create stronger ties with our like minded friends. This would in turn boost the Kalrania Stability Initiative reach doubling its resources in population and territory itself. The Serene Ether will form a new Bloc with its Parliament being located in Saint Petersburg, Wolfinite Republic. One concern is over the lack of visible written High Parliament articles but the Bloc will already be working with its own set of articles till things become more clear. There is also a request on redesigning the common Flag to better represent all nations now involved in the alliance. Deschia Eclipse hopes to work closely with the other Bloc leaders such as those from Northern New Solingarch and Etrius.
RP: The destiny of the two Snowkies
Wolfinite Holdings, Avia
In front of the governing building would be 7 heavy knocks. Passerbys would spot an Avian flying away, never to be properly identified. On the door step, would be two snowkie infants. A message would be tucked within one of the baskets they resided in. If one was to open it, it would read “To be taken to the Queen. Ryken and Artoki have a fate beyond this land”
- RP INTRODUCTION: T-9 to the Crimson Night.
20 Apr 2157
- ENTERING DATABASE: COUNTRY INFO
== The Empire of Eternity ==
Our Empire has surpassed all odds: the internal wars between the human kingdoms; the war against the beasts of the island; and the collapse of our glorious lands to the savages that were let loose. Your Majesty, it is important that we must build up a grand fleet to rival against the savages who stole our former armada from us. It is impossible to do this with the Republic bombing our ports and continuing a crusade against any of our ships that possess any grand firepower to blow 'their' ships sky high.
As the High King of the Empire it is my duty to inform you that your father has taken measures to dampen the Republican Air forces and Navy, unfortunately he succumbed to illness and died as you. . . Have already heard. . . I wish that his majesty may lead the Empire into a better future.
Though I shall inform you your majesty that the government had found you fitting to rule the nation apart from your 2 brothers and your sister.
Your sister Sarah would be a great fit for High Queen, she is as xenophobic as you are and wishes to fight the monsters that inhabit our former lands. Though she also wishes to appease the Technocrats in this land. I assure you remember report of the League of Science. God knows what they may be doing there, though they have captured people, beasts and humans alike and experimented on them for their impure desires. I do not wish our nation to go on that path.
Your brother Gregory is a heretic as I've heard his marvelous plans to make peace with the savages and grow the Empire's economy by trading with the beasts that stole our land. Even will go as far as to relinquish all claims to our former land! The man is a merchant appeaser and I bet he is doing this because he is so ugly that he wants to grow fame amongst the savages so that he can 'marry' then, ugh!
Though the last, your brother. . . Prince. . Henry. . . On the other hand. Has a problem with him. He was a good child. Until a slave tried to assassinate him. Luckily he was saved by his watch. Unluckily, this event had effected him almost entirely. I mean you can agree with me right your majesty? At the age of 14 the kids room was full of clocks that you can hear them tick tock tick tock from across the hallways. I'm not sure he is competent to lead the nation and your father knew that as well.
So now that you know why you are chosen to lead the Empire, we shall get to work and focus on building up the Eastern Fronts of the island.
- ENTERING DATABASE: COUNTRY INFO
== The Imperium de Sanguis ==
The night filled the streets with darkness, the palace looked more menacing than it was in daylight. Even a Revia feared this building. It was where the daughter of Skarne resided, the Revia stood looking at the building. He couldn't just walk away and neglect his duty as a servant of the daughter, or else he would be sacrificed to Skarne. So thus he waited, shaking in the spot, his body trembling in fear, sweating noticeably as the cook air blew against his skin.
The doors finally opened and suddenly a force had sucked him in. His heart raced as he had no control of his body and shouted in a frightful manner. Suddenly he stopped in a room that stench of the smell of iron. The doors shut and the lights revealed a throne. Attached at the ends of the arm rest were 2 skulls and there sat a lady with 9 black tails. Who was tapping the armrest of the throne awaiting for what the person had to say.
Eclipse: "And so what has happened to the scouts I sent North, messenger?" She says in a demanding tone.
"W-well my Goddess, we haven't received any reports from them. It has be-been a week since they have went into Sector K a-and I presum--"
Eclipse: "Don't tell me they became someone else's plaything. . ." She replied. Silence started to fill the room. Until she sighed and broke the silence, she then got up from her throne and walked around you, you couldn't move for some reason and speculated she got under your veins.
Eclipse: "And so what is the news in the Northern and Southern Border, messenger." She replied.
"W-well the Half-Elves have doubled their presence on the border, the Confederates borders are still kept secured. Our Kijin are doing damage to the League and the Confederate borders by rampaging their towns. However, the League has you know. . . Instilled some sort of buffer zone, a shadow state where they do--"
Eclipse: "Enough!" She says, and the room falls into silence once more, she sighs, "If I could just ask you to do me one favor, will you do it for me please? I've been under pressure for awhile,"
"A-anything for you Goddess!"
Eclipse: "You mean it?"
"I will swear to a blood pact if we should have one!"
Eclipse: "Aha, good! I want you to be my plaything for tonight!" She says hugging you.
Eclipse: "Don't worry!" She says as she forces you onto your knees through the manipulation of your blood, "I'll go easy on you!"
"W-wait my Goddess, w-we can talk this out, right!?"
Eclipse: "I have made up my mind already, but don't worry you will be sufficiently rewarded by my father Skarne." She says as she turned her back towards you and waved.
"No, wait! My Goddess! PLEASE!" You beg as you feel some force dragging you behind into the darkness and into a room.
- ENTERING DATABASE: COUNTRY INFO
== The Kijin Clique ==
We feast for victory Warlord! Our people have kept seeing victory after victory with the ravaging of these civilized doofs. We has the shinies! We has the women, men, and children! But most importantly, we has the food!
We has got this bears body for you to feast upon Warlord! We hope you accept the meat and the skulls as gifts from us.
Now we speak of civilized men, ah yes, civilized men. The civilized men can do nothing but cry and weep as we ravage their towns. Though those civilized men near ocean have done what we did to them. They has our shinies! They has our women, men, and children! But most importantly, they has our food!
No one does what we do to us! Not even rocks! We want to show human man where their place is and make sure they don't steal what we take!
You need more ale? We shall get ale for the Warlord! Oi! Child! Get more ale for the Warlord. This is no good day for us, me thinks to stop reminding me about the puny humans.
- ENTERING DATABASE: COUNTRY INFO
== The Kingdom of Heavens ==
Your Majesty, thanks to you, the Kingdom has been at peace for over 30 years. Still however we have important matters at hands. Well, in the case of the Republic and the Confederacy we have less troops on their border as we begin to focus ourselves to the East to protect our nation from the Imperium.
We haven't seen much increase in the troops within the border of the Imperium. Perhaps they are disinterested in us? We still can't figure that out yet. Though nothing seems to be going on in the East so far.
Now onto matters of diplomacy which is nonexistent. We have began a process of indoctrinating our people to stray the ideals of Republicanism and Democracy away from their minds. We don't hold much trade with the world and so far we have relied on our inner economy to keep it afloat, though sooner or later we will have to open up to the rest of the island because our economy can't stay afloat and start to stagnate while the population grows.
For this reason I purpose we either slowly build up trade connections with the Republic and the Confederacy and start to trade with them, or we can stay the same course and tread carefully, hoping to not fall. The choice is yours Empress, choose wisely.
- ENTERING DATABASE: COUNTRY INFO
== The League of Science ==
Ah, Dr. Gentry, it is good to see you, I'm here to give you a status update on the projects we have endeavored.
Our bio weapons division have discovered some potential research projects they want to pursue and plan to capture people in the Northern Frontier for them, I would like you to sign these documents affirming that you approve of capturing 100 sentient beings for the progress of science. I can't tell you the details of the project since it's a surprise, though it will be a welcome one if we get the job done!
You want to know what's happening in the Robotics Department? They are working on new synthetics in order to suppress any deviancy in Sector K. We have been hearing a lot of reports about slave rebellions in Sector K. A normal problem that can be solved by the AI in charge and it's human governors.
The Agriculture Division have been trying to find way to well. . . You know. . . Grow more food in short and little space, though honestly who cares about what they do over there?
Anyways, tell Dr. Yūki Shingen that I said hello if you go down to the Agriculture Division. I'm gonna get back to you as soon as your done making up your mind about signing those papers.
- ENTERING DATABASE: COUNTRY INFO
== The Republican States of the West ==
Madam President, I have news for you, some good, some bad, some being repetitive. I shall share you the good first.
Good news is that the Kingdom has moved most of their forces away from our border, so we can do the same and focus elsewhere. I don't know why but it could be because we are no longer seen as a threat, the greater one being the Imperium.
Another good is that they also moved their troops away from the Confederacies border, so they can focus on their Kijin problem. We also have been able to keep up with our ritual bombing runs against the Empire's naval ports. Our Republican fleet have also manage to blow up the Empires attempts at making a navy. With the spare time we have also developed some ships that shall be kept in our reserves.
Now for the bad news. We all have heard of the death of the High King and now been elected by the Royal Government of the Empire, we have no idea what he maybe up to. Though we must prepare for whatever they may throw at us.
The next bad news though as always I would like to remind you of the situation up North, we have been dealing with an influx of anarchist, libertarians, and agrarian communists who have all settled around here due to Revia blood cults arising in the North. They have caused some instability and safety concerns in the Northern Districts of the Republic as terror attacked and crime rates have increased over the years.
Though I don't know about you madam president, things can't possibly get any worse, right?
- ENTERING DATABASE: COUNTRY INFO
== Security Sector K ==
The night was dark and the air blew cold. The world would be silent in these part of the lands, though if you listen carefully, you would hear screams, cries, and groans as the wind travels south.
Inside a brick building was a man dressed in dark blue with the symbol of the League of Science on the side of his arm, below that was his rank. He sat on a desk that had a lamp, papers detailing the weight, height, size, age, and name of each Kijin, these papers also included a picture of the Kijin's. Some of them having a red X on their photos.
A knock on the door would be heard and a person had let themselves in, except it wasn't a person. It was a skinny skeleton-like Synthetic that seemed so tall that it had to bend its neck down to avoid hitting the ceiling or the top of the doorframe.
Hello Governor of Security Sector K District-0084, I have urgent news for you as intelligence have been circulating that a group of Revia's have been aiding the Kijin's to fight against us. We have seen you have a good jo--
Bangs were heard through the window and interrupted the synthetic being. As the sound dimmed down, the synthetic being continued.
We have seen you have done a good job at maintaining order and punishing deviants that cause any trouble or resistance. Thus we hope you continue to do a great job.
As for the Revia's, they shall be taken care of immediately before they do more damage to our Sector. If you have any concerns or issues please bring it up to the messengers as my directives are to inform the Governors, not to inform the Manager of Security Sector K. Thank you for your cooperation. It says as it leaves the room.
- ENTERING DATABASE: COUNTRY INFO
== The Evergreen Confederacy ==
Ah Chairman Aurora! I have great news! The Kingdom has withdraw their forces from the border so now we can withdraw ours and focus on the Kijin's and Revia's. Though I also have bad news to come with it.
The recent land grabs the League of Science has done have seriously ticked off the Kijin. They have amplified their raids with towns being burned and crops being harmed on the borders between the Clique and the Confederacy.
More so the Northern Frontier we have been receiving immigrants from there which had led to more crimes in the Northern states as well as poverty.
We have tried to get the Republic to help with our problem but they have their own problems to worry about at their borders as well. If only we could pass a vote to amplify our border defenses and get the Republic to help us at it.
That way we could probably be safe from any border skirmishes.
- ENTERING DATABASE: COUNTRY INFO
== The Untamed Northern Frontier ==
Hmm. . . Hey, son, you don't look like you're around from here, you lookin like one of those civilized folks, aye? Well be careful out there, there is a lot of things out there that can get you.
For one there are the Blood Cults, groups of Revia spread out around the Northern Frontier that seek out other humanoid sentient lifeforms and sacrifice them. Best to keep a distance on them as they are deadly in melee combat. Not surprising so we are going to be moving on.
The Tax Bouncers, just be careful with them, they are a group of anarchists who slaughter all taxpayers and tax collectors if they ever stumble upon their land or territory. If you dressed up as civilized you'll be a target for the Tax Bouncers. They are a bunch of disorganized groups though may overwhelm you with numbers and guerrilla warfare.
Then there were the Scarecrows, the Scarecrows are a bunch of masked individuals with varying masks, they scare wanderers who wander off in the wrong places, these scares are oftentimes deadly if you're not careful where you tread.
The there were the Gun-ho's are a bunch of Libertarians who has their daddy's make them a bunch of guns that were designed to kill and inflict pain, you could label them as warcrimes but there ain't no crime in war. You want a gun that fires bullets laced with acidic fluids? They have that. Want to inflict burns on people? They have that. One of the more deadly groups of you come into contact with them and face them off in a firefight.
Then there is the Aviators. A bunch of Draco's and Vylibera who took control of the more stable grounds of the Northern Frontier. Using varying armaments in the skies. So it is best to avoid clearings Asia much as possible when you're around their territory.
The longer you're in the Northern Territory, the more you'll understand that this isn't just a land full of violence, it is an ecosystem. Try to be the predator rather than the prey, m'kay?
A guard who happened to be around the corner notice the Avian flying overhead. He quickly rounded the corner seeing the basket left behind. He walks up and sets his rifle behind his back and reads the note before bringing the two snowkies inside into the Liaythia Governing House Building. After some discussion, a plane is hailed is readied at the local air field, which is no more then a tower, hangar, and one concrete strip for landing and take off. The plane soon as it is loaded up, which is a long range military aircraft designed and used to supply the small town, takes off and heads to Saint Fang. Wolfy and Aerial have been alerted of the situation. Aerial is ecstatic whilst Wolfy is more concerned and ponders on why the Avian dropped off two snowkies with the mysterious note.
RP: The Forgotten
The scene of the Katis Mountains unfolded in all directions as an oblivion of stone, devoid of life spare the odd mountain goat which Hex had become terribly sick of. Unsurprisingly, as she gazed longingly outside the window of her Tower, her eyes crossed the visage of her "husband," a mountain goat, which Hex had become terribly sick of, slung over his shoulder. Agis' blonde, knotted beard shimmered in the fading sunlight below from the blood which stained it and his eyes concaved into pits of black nothing; the eyes are the window to the soul, after all. Hex's gaze dropped to the window sill, unable to bear the sight of his face for more than a few moments at a time. She truly was a prisoner in her own home, or at least the home she was dealt by fate.
Agis would call it a castle, but Hex wasn't blind. The stone Tower stood five stories tall, barely held together after centuries of exposure to the winds and rains of the Katis. The turret, for instance, had crumbled not too long ago, sending a torrent of stone blocks crashing into the rocks below like hail. Hex knew this Tower was near uninhabitable, but Agis' word was law, even if it defied logic and reality. She had no choice but to remain in this death trap.
The young woman knew her "husband" would demand her presence in the "great hall" after his successful hunt. Her large brown eyes hung half-mast in despair, groping her closet for something to wear; "peasants' clothes," as Agis called them, would not suffice. Hex pulled back her choppy, self-cut red hair from where it rested just above her shoulder line as she draped herself a worn dress that was a size too small for her 161 centimeter build, revealing more of her calves then it otherwise would had she somehow been any smaller. This dress showed its age in that regard, as Hex was considered below average height yet the markings on the dress indicated tailoring for the contrary. As she descended the stairs from the Tower's 5th floor, the scent of blood assaulted her wide nose and an almighty thwacking cursed her petite ears. She could not help but instinctively finger the scar which stretched from barely short of one inch to the left of her lip to midway down the front of her neck; a wedding gift from her "husband."
In the "great hall," as Agis called it, Hex found her "husband," a clever in hand as he butchered the mountain goat from his hunt. Hex's spade-shaped face winced with every bash, creak, and splatter. This was a sight she had become terribly sick of. Agis' hollow pits of eyes drifted to meet her acquaintance as she stepped from the stairwell to the hall. Stepping away from the table where the goat lay, his clothes bathed in sticky crimson, Agis found the grace to give a stumbled bow.
"My Queen," he said, his voice deep and gravely, "you look ravishing as always." The jagged smile which always accompanied his greetings was the worst part.
"M-my King," Hex replied as she curtsied, "you look great as well, and so strong." King Agis, or so he styled himself, laughed at this and continued his butchering of the goat, which Hex had become terribly sick of. Yet before long, even this abhorrent deed came to an end. When done, Agis stepped away from the table and fixed his clever into it with a thud.
"Dinner," he told Hex with a point before marching over to the fireplace, where he found comfort in the bearskin armchair that sat beside it. Hex gathered the meat from the bones and pelt and carried it to the spit above the fire, avoiding Agis' gazes at all cost. She bent down and rotated the spit as Agis watched. She did not look back, but after a few moments she heard him chuckle.
"Another blessed day here in Vandergriff Castle, for the King and Queen of the Katises. A successful hunt, beautiful weather, and a dutiful wife keeping the fort standing!" Agis continued to laugh.
"Y-yes, My Lord," Hex responded meekly as not to draw too much attention to herself, "indeed it is good." As soon as the words left her lips, Agis' laughter stopped.
"My Lord?" He bellowed like a volcano about to show just how active it was. Hex grew pale with the revelation of her mistake. Before she could rectify it, Agis launched into a tirade. "Yes, once we were lords. My ancestors were tasked by King Idris IV with protecting the Frontier from the barbarians of the north and east from the peaks of the Katises. The Vandergriffs were made Lords of Schwypia and were given this land to make their keep, this very Castle. Even when they lost the title of 'Lordship' when the Magna Carta took effect, they continued their duty in name of King and Country against the Scoipian menace. But LORD?! NO! Not anymore! You've got King's Blood in ya, making me a King as your husband!"
Hex knew of her lineage, though Agis had fooled himself into believing it was more than it truly was. Yes, her ancestors had been related to the Selbian Dynasty, but no more than Agis was to her. She had heard that her great-great-grandmother's sister was the bride of the Crowned Prince when the Dynasty fell, and so too had Agis. Like a psychopath, he had taken her as his bride and hauled her off to "Vandergriff Castle" to pretend he was some King, and four years at the job had made him mad with the infection of supposed royalty. He vowed to overthrow "the foreign bit*h" and "take his rightful throne," but what could one man dressed like a barbarian in furs and iron do against a modern nation? Perhaps he planned to use the old tomes his ancestors had written, which spoke of pagan rituals, magics, curses, and demons, books which Hex had kept herself entertained with for years. She knew them, cover to cover, and had almost convinced herself that their words were true, but when the crippling incantation she had tried to inflict upon Agis last week bore no results, she gave up hope.
"So, perhaps you would like another go at it, or does your scar need a mate?" Agis threatened as he fondled the dirk strapped to his belt. Feeling her scar once again, Hex prepared to speak, yet an anomaly drew her and Agis' attention away from the conflict, an anomaly which dared defy the sole, absolute reality of Vandergriff Castle's isolation: there was a knock at the door. Agis' pit eyes shifted to the door and his lips parted from the surprise. "Wait here," he commanded as he stood.
Though his frame was imposing, Hex could see past Agis as he swung open the large, wooden door and to the figure which dared violate the sanctum of Castle Vandergriff. In the doorway stood a tall, thin man with dark hair and a crooked grin. Hex decided he must have been in his forties, somewhere about double Hex's own age.
"King Agis, it is my pleasure to find myself in your hall," the man said slyly. "My name is Sedrick Varro, your humble servant." Agis stroked his beard as he took in the man, obviously pleased that this "peasant" knew his place. "May I come in, my King? I find myself lost out here and in need of shelter." Agis laughed at this.
"You think a Castle is fit for a peon such as yourself? HA!" Agis guffawed. "You should consider yourself lucky that I'd put you in the stables! BUT, for a servant, I suppose you may come in."
"Thank you, my King," Sedrick replied with obvious undertones, though Agis' madness had long stripped him of the understanding of nuances. Agis stepped aside for Sedrick, who entered the Tower's main hall. Immediately, Sedrick stole Hex's curious gaze. "And you must be Queen Hex, it is an honor." Hex was taken aback by this, so much so that she paid no mind to the burning mountain goat beside her.
"HEX! I swear on Essis to God that if you ruin tonight's feast that I'll carve that pretty face of yours something fierce!" Agis screamed as he drew his dirk and marched over towards her like a lion upon a wounded deer. Yet as Agis' massive hands clenched her thin wrist, his dirk raised high, the large knife did nothing to assault Hex, but rather the floor. A deafening explosion rang throughout the stone halls of the Tower as Agis screamed in agony. Bone fragments and flesh chunks of her "husband's" knee splattered across her dress and the "King" rolled over onto the ground, unable to speak through his pain. Hex's eyes bounced to the stranger, Sedrick Varro, who, quite literally, held the smoking gun of her "husband's" torment.
'The Reaper taketh from he who has angered thou, his anguish great and bloody,' Hex said in her head. The incantation worked... Hex looked to her hands, a faint smile twitching in and out of existence upon her lips.
"Well, Mrs. Vandergriff, do you wish to leave this, what does he call it? A Castle?" Sedrick said to her as he started to laugh. Hex looked to her prone husband, still wailing from the bullet would, then back to Sedrick.
"It would actually be 'Ms. Alore,' we're not really married," Hex explained. Sedrick grinned once more.
"Right. Now, do you have a change of clothes?" Hex looked to her bloodied dress when Sedrick gestured to her and sighed.
"Yeah, I've got jeans and a t-shirt upstairs."
Expedition into the Dark
A joint venture is on its way to the mysterious Islands of Kemonomica. Funding from Nesters Finance and the military security of the Monthra Family will be planning expedition across the channel into an large area referred to as The Triangle of Lost. After the initial loss of the grand Empire that contact has been sporadic at best with the island nation as those who return are a broken shell of their former selves. This will mark the fifth attempt after several years. Two merchant airships along with a Bulb-Class Light Cruiser will be attempting to make contact with the locals. Captain Aster Acea will be in charge of this particular journey.
15th May, 2157 | 15:50 KST
KSI Grand Parliament, Parliament Hall
City of Ivery, Solingarchi Confederation, AkFed Bloc
Following a public announcement by the KSI High Parliament located in Ivery, the Kalranian Stability Initiative has voted unanimously to accept the Serene Ether's proposal, and has announced the integration of the Serene Ether into the Kalranian Stability Initiative as a Bloc. The Initiative's Representative in Ivery, Vittoria Iff, stated that the move was a "great step in the direction of Global Peace and Stability", and the Initiative has stated that such an event was sure to bring Kalrania ever closer to a better future.
The new Serene Ether Bloc would be integrated over the course of 6 months, and would find a capital in the Wolfinite City of Saint Petersburg. Documents are to be gathered and displayed to the Serene Ether's Representatives once readied, and the flag redesign request has been taken to the KSI High Parliament.
Throughout Ivery, flags of the KSI are flown alongside National Flags. From households and windows, flags can be seen draped down, along Embassy Row KSI flags can be seen next to the flags of various nations. In the sky, Ceremonial Fighter Jets can be seen dragging colorful clouds in the colors of the KSI over the City. The day is declared a public holiday, and all jobs and schools are let out early.
Across the Confederation, hundreds of millions - to various degrees - support the Merger. Across the Republics, many found a new hope for the future of Kalrania. For today was a new day of peace, a step towards a stable tomorrow.
RP: The Siblings (Dragons DLC)
Behind the Whiskwindian rear mountains
For Centuries, Avians of all sorts would fear to traverse these mountains. Many barring their children and their childrens children from ever attempting to do such an action. But the Avians feared it because of the legends of the brutality. The avians, fighting off hordes and hordes of what they call, "The Armored Ones". Only until the Avians would have created weapons of their own would these Armored ones begin to leave and retreat far back into the mountains. Until the war began...
At the top of his lungs, a young Lohani would yell as he raised his sword high. Standing before several of his kind, a shield wall with spears would begin to push past him with a roar. Before the young Lohani, would stand a weakened defense of more Lohani. Battered and bruised, many of their comrades would be laying lifeless, and cold. embers strafed past the dragons as they shook with fear. Soon approaching, an army of well fortified and trained Lohani would come and come swiftly. Adorned in bronze from head to toe, a plume attached to their helmets, blood red in color and meaning. Their eyes would show no fear, but soulless and devoid of emotion, as if they had been trained for years fighting the same war.
Screeched a feminine voice. Soon, ice would form before the armored lohani.
"Arkomi! She is here!"
One of the weakened Lohani would point to the sky. A grey dragonoid would slam into the ice. It would shatter and pierce into the armored Lohani, killing many. Arkomi would stand straight, being as tall as 9 feet, she would spread her wings as ice began to grow on them
"Leave my people be!"
She would angrily demand. The Kerium would only sharpen their resolve. Many would rush her and attempt to end their opponet with a quick death. However, she would cut through them with utter ease. The Kerium would slowly begin to fall back. However, this would soon change
"Oh Sister, you couldn't possibly have believe I would send them alone, did you?!"
A sinister and deeper voice would boom. Arkomi would look up, but the mistake would have already been made. A dragonoid, 12 feet tall and fully adorned in metal armor would slam his metal boot right into Arkomis' chest. She would groan as she was sent back hard into her weakened soldiers. The dragonoid would fully stand and extend his wings, fire slowly spread across his wings and arms
"Ixion, is a name they will forever remember..."
He smiled as he would extend his arm, nearly beginning a flame blast. However, an odd interruption would stop all this maddness
Two Lohani would stand overlooking on a separate cliff edge. Ixion would turn to them and await their words. Arkomi would slowly get herself up and also look
"The Avians... have advanced. Kerium and Azolti have decided on a ceasefire. All armies are to retreat and form to investigate"
Arkomim and Ixion would look to each other and growl
[Ixion] "Must we work together, again?"
[Arkomi] "We never end up killing each other, Ixion. Save that for another day"
Arkomi would begin walking back to her side. The ongoing war would have to wait, for the new one to end
After the battle
Arkomi of Azolti and Ixion of Kerium would place their differences aside and unify to begin investigating what the outside world was beginning to do. Their nations would be shocked, and fearful of how powerful their once hated enemies had become. Ixion and Arkomi however, would have a bigger challenge ahead, beginning relations with the Avians
RP: Inviting the Schywpians
As the Schwypians sat at the docks, awaiting departure, a Snowkie would arrive on one of the ships. He would deliver a handwritten note addressing "Queen Boran". Within this letter, would be an invitation to Dragonvich castle to meet Queen Arcwind.
RP: What in the god da-
He names Male Shardin to Boris "Ranger 4th" and the Avian whatever queen Arcwind wants to call them. As for other adopted Borb running around he names them Rodina. ((OORP: The Scottish Version of Word - Famous, powerful ruler)) George Ranger being his full name on document. Normally his last name would apply due to Shinist marriage document they have stayed to his Wife's last Dynastic Name. Especially his children who have adopted Dynastic name with Ranger 4th sharing both last names. Yet two things are very clear, that being Ranger staying to a single wife and Rangers free spirit. George Ranger while technically the 3rd Generation Ranger with his Father dying to Mafia and his Grandfather being a Former Icewindian Esolda Era Archer. George Ranger has been a successful businessman and Mercenary leader even taking over a country. That being technically a Avidina Tribe. While not mercenary coup he expected he did marry into a tribe. That marriage leading to official creation of nation and becaming its King with all responsibilities that apply. George Ranger is an open person who believed in freedom of religion and melded easily to local religion culture allowing Basaran Grove preachers to come. Despite Ranger himself being a Shinist knew he would not be in a polygamous marriage as his wife Arcwind made it clear about that. He furthermore delegated most of his King powers to his wife Queen Arcwind to run country due to his free nature. Ranger does wish to continue Mercenary Company but is unofficially "retired". In addition he was grounded into Avidina but these restrictions have been lessened as of recent. George Ranger or as everyone calls him simply as "Ranger" is leading Arcwind Mercenary Army himself. Ranger's Mercenary Company's 200,000 Mercenaries guard the Capital as an unofficial Capital Garrison mainly centered around Castle. Said Castle owning most of Capital land to make room in future for a designed industrial/modern capital while leaving space for locals to expand Capital's more primitive civilian populated areas. Said land will be developed post-conflict. Truly Avidina is "Mercenaries with a State" but Ranger knows in post-conflict whatever remains of Arcwind Mercenaries who were trained up by Ranger's Mercenaries. Will more then likely themselves train up locals into an Professional Army of the Monarchy of a proper state. But for now Mercenaries rule the land. Yet inevitable reforms he and his wife will do post-conflict cant be avoided.
In meantime Rodina, Ranger 4th and whoever Arcwind names last borb child will be taken cared of by Don Dharkolf. Don Dharkolf and his personnel guard of 40 high end Dharkolfian Mafia Members are in the inner workings of Castle. Said Castle that is being built by locals overseen by hired Icewindian Engineers who are making sure construction is of highest quality. Don Dharkolf while not leading Ranger's Mercenary army who guards capital. He is a temporary de-facto unofficial Royal Guard of a sorts as a Guardian to his children and adopted child. Don Dharkolf while he has not met Queen Arcwind is a family friend of Ranger and Winter's. While Don Dharkolf murdered Ranger's Father the Don took pity on young George Ranger adopting him. While in past a much younger Ranger almost killed Don Dharkolf but failed. Ranger wanted vengeance for what Don had done but he couldent bring himself to kill his adopted Father. The Two grew much closer from the experience and mutual respect and eventual family bond is noted. This strange upbringing has lead to Ranger having many connections to legal and illegal Markets.
Ranger looks towards Basaran wanting to purchase 2 Dated Jets even if there from museum's. He also looks to Truck Company asking to get any and all finished Trucks to Avidinia. As Ranger is preparing workshops to mount 50 Cals, Anti-Air Guns and or Mortars on the vehicles.
Ranger keeps 200,000 Rangers Mercenary's in Capital while he goes to help lead 200,000 Avia Merc Army. Only his 200 Huey's and 1,200 Light Infantry will help engage in on Side Operations behind enemy lines when possible to cause mayham to enemy Logistics and or engage in other activities to hinder Enemy War Effort.
RP: No we rather buy Demirian Oil
Icewindia refuses and states it would rather increase ties to Demiria for Oil that is across the Border. Marshall Hemlock will not allow foreign Imperialism... whether by Military or Economic Imperialism affect Icewindian's Sovereignty.
However would be fine to Purchase Oil Via Oil Tankers to Deija City. An offer for Embassies in each country is proposed.
RP: L'arrivée des Mercenaires (Secret to all)
Recently a band of CIS Agents accompanied by Blayredeshian Special Air Service Rangers would depart from Blayredeshia and swing south in their unmarked transport helicopter and cross the Ponticianre into southern Avidina where they intend to try and avoid the ongoing war between the Avians and Whiskwindians in order to head north and make contact with Avians to present themselves to the Queen as a band of Mercenaries seeking employment in her army against the foes of Avia.
RP: Across the border
The Agents would find a easy time landing. However, to get across they would need to thread the needle of open border into Avia. There would be a little bit open, but they would be near the fighting
RP: the letter
After the meeting with state minister Long all that was left to do was wait. Soon enough Greater Habrin would have left its stamp upon the world and king Harolds rule would be a thing of the past. Everything was going according to plan.
Cassius watched out of the window as a knock could be heard on the door. " come in" the Prime minister said. An elder man came in. "Sir? There are people within our ranks who fear that our king is going to surrive our conspiracy" Cassius looked upon the man. "Is that so?" now that is troubling. See too it that these things are fixed. Meanwhile I might need to have a little word with someone"
RP: SBN Special Report: Expansion
Following the expansion of the nation, the government has pulled more military personnel to protect it's larger coastline. The Shokai Royal Airforce has been tasked with patrolling the skies in and around the nation.
- RP: Ire In Tenebras
21 May 2157
Darkness doesn't seek but guides
Darkness doesn't hurt but powers
Darkness doesn't make create but causes.
Revia's have long been the feared groups of the island, legends telling that a 9 tail Revia at night could decimate a whole village if needed. They have been brutally oppressed by the Empire after their hegemony was instilled through the island, or so they thought.
On patrol early morning was an airship with 21 (42 in total) cannons on the starboard and port of the ship. 14 on the top, 14 on the 2nd deck, and 14 on the 3rd deck. The captain of this ship was sitting in her office as objects that weren't attached to the ship slide slightly from left to right as wind pushed the airship.
The captain had black hair and dark brown skin, her iris were crimson red and what was supposed to be white sclera was pitch black in color. The woman was 5'9" (175 cm's). She had 5 tails distinguishing her rank and authority over the cadets who all had less tails than her.
Tails in Revia culture signify status, rank, strength, as well as power. The more tails a Revia has, the easier it is to profess through a stratified economy.
Not all Revia's make it out of the stratified economy, the Imperium breed the strong and kill off the weak. Those with exceptional abilities become fleshbinder's, Templar's and other jobs that require intelligence.
Oftentimes the Imperium breeds the strong through propaganda and having parents or even the hospital staff to ditch the infants outside and expose them to the natural elements. Depending how long the infant survives the hospital staff or the parents may take the infant back, though if it doesn't survive, it'll be buried without a casket or cremated.
Usually infants in the wild get kidnapped by people who want to sell their organs off or look after them.
Because of this Revia's try and find a mate that are strong so as their children could have better physique. If the weak still persist in the population, they often do peasant jobs such as cultivating the land, mining, factory jobs, and other hard labor tasks.
Captain Scarlet Bone-Breaker had much to be glad about. Being born from a strong family she had been able to live a life in which she didn't had much struggle in getting into the military.
She graduated out of military class and became Captain of an Airship. Now sitting on her desk writing a status report to the High Command. It was a scroll and what she used as ink was red and smelled of iron. As she finished she left the red ink to dry off and visited the top deck to see how everything is doing.
It was the same usual quietness during the early mornings, the sun rose from the shore and the rain was sprinkling down. Thankfully the aerostats covered the upper decks and made sure that the decks don't get damp. Usually they will have to ground their airship during any turbulent storms but they wouldn't have to do it given that the winds aren't strong enough to blow men off of the ship.
She looked down at the coastal city as it started to become busy. The lights from the houses glowed as well as the streets giving it a relaxing vibe from up here as the wind blew strong against the ship. While from the ground she knows that on the streets were pockets of rot and poverty all shaded by those that weren't.
Second Lieutenant: "Early up as always Captain aye?" A man says as he stretches out and yaws. The second lieutenant who had 3 tails,"
Scarlet: "I didn't expect you being here Lieutenant, what's the matter,"
Lieutenant: "nothin' much goin' on with me Captain. Say Port Vermiculo has some good fish right?"
Scarlet: "You wish, fish is WAY too expensive and high maintenance to keep onboard, we are taking the usual bread and fruits."
Lieutenant: "If only High Command were to give us some more funding. . ."
Scarlet: "Yeah be thankful they aren't giving us worms or insects for breakfast,"
Lieutenant: "Hmmm, true, they did that in our training to see who mentally breaks down after living off of basic sustenance for 2 weeks to see how we would do in enemy territory without the luxuries,"
Scarlet: "Well if one can do it, anyone can do it, I still can't get the crunchy sound of chewing a bu--"
Lieutenant: "Eugh! Don't make get ether sickness!"
Scarlet: "Oops, sorry big guy. Didn't know it still left a bad taste in you, wouldn't blame you though for throwing up, just don't throw up on the ship or onto the pedestrians down below, okay?"
Lieutenant: "No, I'm not feeling sick, not yet at least," he replies.
Scarlet: "I'll go check on the food stock to see how much we have left to cook with, you go and resign yourself to your bunker Lieutenant,"
Lieutenant: "Very well madam, I'll see you in a few,"
Seeing the costs of such a project in both building and maintenance being large to handle at the current time due to the war situation and other more prestigious projects being discussed behind closed doors for the time after the war recovery has been dealt with, the Demiran Federation declines the Vinrossian offer. Although the offer is declined a request to set up embassies between the countries is suggested.
The Tori Steppes (Aka regressed Kemo territories aka ex mainland kemo lands until i get put on the map)
23th of June, 2157
It was early in the morning as the inhabitants of the steppe arose to meet yet another day, immediately getting to work in their respective camps, which each belonged to a different tribe.
The Īszka, the Kānthu, the Sāān and the Kyrzin.
These four Tori tribes dominated the steppes together through a very loose tribal confederacy. The Sāār still maintained the title of the Khamun, which basically puts them at the top of the food chain in the steppes.
The next Sakayă Baeűm (Translated to common as The Grand Mettle) will happen in the next fourteen moons (10 years) to choose the new Khamun that will act as the official representation of the Tori Steppe folk.
Every ten years, the Tori tribes gather together to compete in a fight for the title of Khatum. A holy most event indeed, as the selection of the Khatum is handpicked by the Wind Mother herself! The one she picks will be the victor, and be worthy to bear the title of Khanum.
Each tribe is ruled by their own Khatum, the tribe's official leader. The title of Khanum is basically the 'Khan of Khans', representing the Steppe for foreigners, where all tribes must answer the Khanum's call in case of emergency.
Right now, it was calm. The recent Grand Mettle has left the Sāān once again victorious, only making the Sāān streak list longer, as the royal family in charge of Sāān celebrated the victory in their camps by organizing a feast.
Meanwhile the other partecipants of the Grand Mettle simply went home to lick their wounds, and prepare for the next Grand Mettle that will happen in ten years.
The heaviest blow was delivered to the Kānthu, a Tori warrior tribe. The Kānthu and Sāān are long time rivals, competing fiercely among eachother both in the Grand Mettle, and outside of it.
Recent Grand Mettle was a distaster-- a blow to the pride of the Kānthu, which were almost close to secure the title of Khanum for themselves were it not for the stroke of luck, and the Sāān's muskets!
They vow that this Grand Mettle was Sāān's last.
They vow that they will come stronger, and kick the current ruling Khanum off their throne the next Mettle.
....that's what they usually say every Mettle when they lose. The threats aren't taken seriously by the Sāān and the other two tribes, who simply went to mind their business after another failed Mettle.
The Tori steppes are quite an isolated place, rarely any foreigner has ventured into these steppes. Some generations within the Tori tribes have never seen an outsider, especially that of different race.
It would be quite an experience, if not a frightening one. The Tori never stepped outside of their homeland, and none dared to waltz into theirs.
What will the future, and the Wind Mother hold for the tribes? Good boons? Or her ire?
"As you will, your highness," the High Chancellor said. "To business, then. We understand that your country is going through a troubling time, with tidings of rebellious victories and foreign invasions reaching us even here, half the world and multiple continents away from your homeland. This concerns us gravely, as instability is never good for business."
Aralim paused briefly, his mind carefully overthinking his words, his eyes studying the monarch before him.
"A little over a century ago, our own monarchy was deposed. The revolutionary forces took over, and reshaped the nation into what it is today. Doubtlessly, the revolutionary government then would have sympathised with the rebellious forces that rose up against you and yours."
He watched his words sink in, scanning the High King's face for a reaction before continuing. "However, as the years passed, the newly established High Council realised that ideals of revolution and the overthrow of the governments they resented were unfeasible: an undertaking of such scale would be nigh-on impossible and, moreover, the cost of lives would be... unthinkable. Slowly, we came to the realisation that stability is preferable to anarchy, even if such stability is achieved under the rule of those we are ideologically disinclined towards. As such, we are willing to aid you in stabilising your country through what means are deemed necessary."
The Blayredeshian coastline looked bleak in the weak rays of sunlight that broke through the clouds. As the small fleet slowly approached the harbour, more of it came into view. The mercenaries could finally see their destination in the early morning. It looked busy, for certain, but less busy than it usually should be for a town this size. With the war drawing most people from their homes to the frontlines, things back at home appeared quieter than usual. Most did not seem to care, but some of them frowned. If a town of this size was impacted to such a degree, it meant little good for the small force of 4,000 Redpeppersian mercenaries. Contracted by the High Council, they'd been informed they were to fight on behalf of the Blayredeshians and would act under their command. With almost every nation in the area at war or making ready for it, it had been deemed unsafe to transport their heavy equipment by air. The journey had taken long, but finally they had arrived.
Negotiations had dragged into their 4th month. Public pressure had reached a boiling point. The 4 leaders had promised their people that unification would happen, that the Laghdú could be avoided. The panic had continued to grow and grow - President Byrne of Árdcarn warned of outrage the likes of which hadn't been seen in centuries. The press hounded them down, fueling hysteria on a supranational scale. It had become a matter greater in importance than any in Tírnua's shared recent history. In the end, one man would relieve this pressure. King O'Connell of Seantír, descendant of the O'Neills who millennia prior had formed the High Kingdom, would make the announcement.
- "Water from the Akschoss floats high above the fields of Seantír. It blesses the soil of Árdcarn as rain. It flows, elegantly, through the glens of Saorglen. It makes it home to the sea, carried by the green fields and oak forests of Créafóg. It is majestic, and it is inexorable.
Tírnua is one land. The Tírnú are one people. This division has held us back for thousands of years, the Laghdú has simply forced us to confront this fact. And as is the case with any adversity, we have done what it takes to overcome it.
As a proud citizen of Tírnua, it is my honour to announce the creation of something that has been in the making since time immemorial. Today, I announce to you all, The Commonwealth of Tírnua."
The Commonwealth was a relatively simple leap to make; its leadership was nothing more than a council of the 4 heads of state, with a rotating presidency changing every 4 years. It was its very creation, the creation of a Tírnú state, that mattered. The willingness of its leaders to put aside thousands of years of constant warfare and rivalry. To embrace the coming centuries of hopeful peace and unity.
RP: The Bear and the Queen
As Queen Arcwind and Queen Boran would eventually conclude their meeting, Arcwind would feel as if she had made her first foreign friend. However, along Borans stay in Avidina, she would notice the farther away from the capital she got, the weaker the purple strands would be and less frequent. Arcwind has also given a gift to Queen Boran for her travels. Handing her a woven Avian cloak, handcrafted by herself.
The Tengerinan Economic Community (TTEC)
Treaty of Arkchengil
The Treaty of Arkchengil is the formal recognition and cooperation between Evve Terre, Vinrossia and Cenagrad forming the TTEC an Economic and Communal Cooperation Bloc. This treaty covers the following subjects and political matters.
▹ Common Agricultural Policy
▹ Border control
▹ Immigration policy
▹ Environmental law
▹ Common Fisheries Policy
▹ Consumer protection
▹ Social policy
▹ Trade policy
▹ Asylum policy
All of these matters shall be discussed further in later conferences between the two founding member-states and nations soon to join the TTEC.
If you wish to join the TTEC or be a viewer state you must fulfill these needs.
▹ Stable Institution which protects minorities and Human Rights.
▹A functioning and stable economy
▹A lack of conflict and stable political climate
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