WA Delegate (non-executive): The Alpine Kingdom of The Soviet state of Svalbard (elected )
Founder: The Indivisible Republic of Grenopia
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Regional Power: Moderate
Today's World Census Report
The Largest Insurance Industry in Northern Utopia
The World Census posed as door-to-door salespeople in order to establish which nations have the most extensive Insurance industries.
As a region, Northern Utopia is ranked 10,452nd in the world for Largest Insurance Industry.
|1.||The Armed Republic of Nuggetlan||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“The one who took the meat from many shall perish!”|
|2.||The Holy Empire of The Atlas Archipelago||Corporate Police State||“Bless The Might Of Atlas”|
|3.||The Federation of Livardia||New York Times Democracy||“Livardia”|
|4.||The Exalted Empire of Feng Dynasty||Mother Knows Best State||“Bright as a Crowned Phoenix's Flight”|
|5.||The Allied States of Pupatory||Corporate Bordello||“WIP, Timeline Margin 3.1 (Non-Canon)”|
|6.||The Democratic Commonwealth of The Kohen||Corporate Bordello||“A dictatorship's best weapon is secrecy.”|
|7.||The Commonwealth of Arwindom||Moralistic Democracy||“Free, Fair, and Firm”|
|8.||The Federal Republic of The Enclave congressional armed forces||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Ad Omnia Finem”|
|9.||The Grand Duchy of Rikura||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Ex Constantia Victoria”|
|10.||The Emirate of Palayya||Corporate Bordello||“From Many, One”|
- : The Republic of NU History arrived from Balder.
- : The Provider of NU Dispatch arrived from Osiris.
- : The Republic of NU History ceased to exist.
- : The Provider of NU Dispatch ceased to exist.
- : Huazheng ceased to exist.
- : Neyde spears kingdom ceased to exist.
- : Salal ceased to exist.
- : Leaea ceased to exist.
- : Theae ceased to exist.
- : Sol altara ceased to exist.
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A lone figure clad in a roughshod robe, atop a dark brown beast, the toothy quadruped an over-muscled furry behemoth that moved with predatory grace in spite of its bulk, their pace slow and calculated and their long silvered rifle kept firmly upon their back.
They came to a stop just at the edge of the Atlas base camp and dismounted, a cautious hand across the furred hide seemed to calm the animal, rifle left upon the ground as they walked cautiously towards them...
Awkwardly the feminine voice fumbled between a scattering of languages, eventually arriving at one they would understand, her message a very direct, "There is nothing but death to be found, turn back."
She would take a moment to point to the sky, those who could see far enough would spot the circling craft, high in the sky and whisper silent...
Out on the edge of the hastily established base camp, a lone knight watched in horror as the great beast approached him, mounted by the robed figure. His yell for contact had brought over 12 other knights and a lone mech, all raising their weapons up to the figure as they dismounted the creature, laying the rifle down and approaching the guard which had called for the others, a meter or so in front of the rest. The figure stopped some feet away from him, the beast behind her let a calm yet unsettlingly protective groan as the woman began to speak many dialects before landing on one which the Knight understood.
As she spoke the words and pointed to the sky, he looked back at the woman. He had searched for details in her face which he could not see clearly, the other Knights rushing back into base camp to warn of the overhead drone. "We need an AA battery set up immediately, we've got overhead contact!" a yell came from behind the Knight as he stood before the figure, his rifle lowered and his face a mixture of fear, confusion, and longing. His bloodshot eyes were accompanied by dark bags, pale and weak as he breathed a bit heavier than one would. As the men behind him farther back rushed to set up a makeshift AA gun, the Knight let his rifle fall to the ground, a soothing comfort mixed with an odd uneasiness befalling him in the presence of the cloaked figure. He approached the figure, stopping short as the animal growled a low tone. "M-my name.." he forced out from the depths of his stomach, a shaky and congested voice attempting to string together a sentence "my name i-is Oliver Heinzdrow" he said, holding out a weak arm to shake the woman's hand...
Alxe glances at Liqner, then at Guoran. He grabs his suitcase and heads towards the door. Liqner glances him back.
Alxe: I guess the meeting is over by me. I'm going back to home, if it's okay for you.
Liqner: Feel free to go.
Alxe leaves the office quickly and closes the door behind him. He walks outside the embassy, where some of Liqner's bodyguards are waiting for him. They open a car door for him. Alxe greets the guards and steps into the car. Meanwhile in the embassy itself Liqner takes his silenced pistol from holster. Guoran felt threatened immediately, until Liqner turned the safety back on and put it back on holster.
Liqner: Sorry, Mr. Guoran. I hope you didn't get scared of my weapon. I just forgot to turn on the safety.
He took a step closer to Guoran and started looking around the office for few seconds. He then faced Guoran again.
Liqner: So... Is it possible if Salazar Borotigo could come here, as our convoy is basically waiting for him outside? Oh, and please tell him that he is not allowed to bring any other people with him, and weapons are also not allowed. The conference is held in Kuzikstania tomorrow, so he better hurry up. We have planned the transportation very carefully, and Sjazkera doesn't like people being late. If you have any questions, feel free to ask now.
Guoran wanted to appear calm in front of Liqner. He immediately responded.
Guoran: Yes of course. I will call him to come to the embassy. Please give me a moment.
Guoran took out his phone and dialed one of the aids of Borotigo. It took some time but finally the aid replied.
Aid: Hello mr Guoaran!
Guoran: Hello Lizian! Could you please tell the head of state to come to the embassy of United Kuzikstan? And tell him not to bring anyone else with him. NEMESIS has arranged his transportation to the conference. No need to design any travel plans or schedules. That's all!
Lizian: Okay... I will inform him. Bye for now!
Lizian ended the call. Guoran thought the aid sounded a little surprised and even worried about the sudden development. But Guoran wasn't worried at all. He trusted NEMESIS to do their job well. At the same time Lizian was briefing Salazar Borotigo about the arrangements.
Salazar: Very well. I will head there immediately. Tell Qiqu to get the car ready.
Lizian: At once head of state!
In a few minutes Salazar was sitting in his travel car and on his way to the embassy building.
Her rugged robe covered most features, but the woman towered over Oliver as she stepped closer and brought her dark green eyes down to stare at the offered hand, "If you wish to remain Oliver Heinzdrow, you will leave and not return."
She raised her hand and her mount picked up the rifle in its tooth filled mouth and plodded towards where the two stood, "You are on borrowed time, borne of our sister's blood." her words direct at all within earshot, before she pulled a light leather sack from the back of the beast and threw it for Oliver to catch.
"Sate the earth with this, dig to the rock to keep the dragons out, but the silver men will come no matter what rituals you make."
As Bridgette Coleson looked on in the horizon of her republic, she realizes now is the time for conquest and a return to glory. She is against nationalism but does believe that the wrongs of the past must be righted. The borders of her nation once stretched so far. Now...they are all but a tiny state in which no one in the entire region of Northern Utopia have no concern or interests with. This will change however...
It is 6:00 P.M. in the Zahirean time zone when it happened. A corp of soldiers, numbering 10 thousand march into the unclaimed territory. Bridgette has just unleash Operation: Resurgence; a military campaign bent on taking back what was once lost for the old Democratic Order of Zahirea and maybe start another Zahirean Crusade. She might also take back some ancestral land from Astana-Anders.
As she sees her soldiers in the distance from her personal helicopter. She begins to write one last telegram to the nations of Jezabelstien, United Kuzikstan, and Quziq to help her with this endeavor.
"Dear fellow estame leaders of your respective nation. This is Chancellor Bridgette Coleson of the Free Republic of Zahirea. I implore you for when you are free of time to come help me with this plan to rejoin what was once lost for my people. In exchange, I will help you obtain all the riches the unclaimed territory has to offer.
While the ears had heard the woman, the voices had been drowned by the sudden sound of rapid AA fire blasting into the air at the overhead drone. Oliver held the sack and glanced up at the woman. "The dragons?...Silver men?" Oliver was confused as one could be, and it would become worse as his commanding officers started marching over, heavy boots in the cold wet jungle ground.
"Corporal Heinzdrow" the sergeant said, Oliver saluting weakly. The sergeant along with the Lieutenant General looked at the towering robed woman, looking her up and down before turning to her completely. "Mind explaining what you mean? I'm afraid some of us only understand cryptic code, not cryptic talk." the sergeant asked, the Lieutenant General becoming tensely uncomfortable at having to ask a local for assistance.
Governess Astrid Simms was half-way through her third bottle of wine when the knock came upon her heavy wooden door, "Ohhh what is it." she shouted at the disturbance, "Have the rebels finally made a move?"
The oaken door was slowly opened, the simply suited attache presented the official letter to the woman languishing across her crimson-lined silken chair, "Sorry to say, not much of import... just a letter that was directed to the mainland."
Astrid brushed the bottle away and with a dull sigh grasped the silvered letter opener and cut the envelope open, unfurling the piece of paper and muttering through the message before she finally stared at the attache and asked, "So where is this place anyways?"
"To the south east we believe, the borders are apparently very disputed." the stalwart man replied, "Should we pass the message on?"
With a sedate yawn she scrunches up the missive and tosses it in the bin, "No I doubt it'll be worth bothering the mainland over, send a reply asking what kind of help they're after and maybe we'll be able to break this streak of monotony."
"At once, sir."
"Estamed Bridget, the governess of arrogan has heard your plight and is requesting confirmation on both the nature of the required aid and where it is to be delivered.
Yongan, Palace of Eternal Peace
Bells, huge bronze bells rang through the still morning air. Taijing’s sprawling expanse greeted the infant day with a jubilant busy cry. And in the centre of the seven walls of Taijing, the Yongan Palace stood a proud testament to imperial grace. The Palace of Eternal Peace, it meant: and truly peaceful were its sprawling halls, gardens, and the thousands of huge golden-yellow roofs that rose from its gardens.
The gilded cage invites them in, its golden shine hide what’s within. To play the game is to gamble your lives, and the exit of the arena is locked. And when tempted with a life of trailing brocade robes, even the most honourable of hearts will sway.
NUIHF DIVISION II CHAMPIONSHIPS
The 6th season in Northern Utopian Ice Hockey Federation is finally starting today! The first games of the Division II qualifiers will mark the start of the first season. In this season, Division II will consist of these teams:
As always, the finalists of the Division II championships will get promoted to Division I. We wish the best of luck to all competing teams!