WA Delegate (non-executive): The Realm of Khornera (elected )
Founder: The T E N K A F U B U of Kolintha
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Embassies: Greater Dienstad, Paradoxia, Eorthe, Nova, Astyria, Realism and RP, Atlas, Elvarya, Esquarium, Tiandi, The Western Isles, Kylaris, Greater Olympus, Ajax, Greater Ixnay, Aeia, and 5 others.Stille Nacht, New Rostil, Unalakleet, The Forgotten Lands, and Rostil.
Today's World Census Report
The Highest Poor Incomes in Ordis
The World Census studied the spending power of the poorest 10% of citizens in each nation.
As a region, Ordis is ranked 1,582nd in the world for Highest Poor Incomes.
|1.||The Iradialad Iterind of Escalan Corps-Star Island||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Ésten | Pákzin | Ekílad”|
|2.||The Federal Republic of Autonomous Unified Territories||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Do no good, see no harm”|
|3.||The Proletarian Union of Valourium||Left-wing Utopia||“LIBERTAS OMNI - LIBERTAS OMNE”|
|4.||The United Federation of Akkaga||Democratic Socialists||“ Wir wählen unser eigenes Schicksal und trotzen unserem”|
|5.||The Spook of The Censorate||Democratic Socialists||“Boo!”|
|6.||The The Highrichdom of Suavia of New Alotos||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Peace through war... wait wrong book”|
|7.||The OHGOD the zombies are coming of Meriad||Left-wing Utopia||“Til Gud, Til Gull, Til Herlighet”|
|8.||The T E N K A F U B U of Kolintha||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Monks are legitimate military targets.”|
|9.||The P Jimenez Did Nothing Wrong of New Spanishland||Civil Rights Lovefest||“In Our Empire, The Sun Never Sets!”|
|10.||The Izanami no Mikoto of Toishima||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“御国に光 輝く, 御国 永久に, 称えよ 永久に”|
- : The Armed Republic of Rhodom departed this region for Greater Dienstad.
- : The Armed Republic of Rhodom arrived from Taijitu.
- : The United Federation of Akkaga arrived from The Sylvan Squad.
- : The United Federation of Akkaga departed this region for The Sylvan Squad.
- : The Republic of La Savie arrived from The East Pacific.
- : Tsutikuo ceased to exist.
- : The Democratic States of Pryddain arrived from The North Pacific.
- : The Republic of Eppuru departed this region for Thalassa.
- : The Republic of Eppuru arrived from Atlas.
- : The T E N K A F U B U of Kolintha updated the World Factbook entry.
Ordis Regional Message Board
Hello Ordis, I'm the Sakellarios of Foreign Affairs for The Forgotten Lands. Just stopping by to say hello and all that. Also, if any are interested, TFL's role-play threads are open to embassied regions should any players be interested. Questions or comments concerning such can be directed towards myself and or any of the regional officers.
Cheers and have a lovely holiday!
Moonlight glinted off the surface of the lake, waves gently lapping at the shore. There was little movement, except for the chilly winter breeze ruffling the unkept, tall grasses that the cold, sandy beach abruptly gave way to. The grass forced its way out of fluffy white snow that blanketed the ground, reflecting the moon's gaze every time it forced its way through the overcast clouds. Further up, the snowy field gave way to wiry bushes and wile shrubbery, and then trees which completely blocked out the dim moonlight.
The radio antenna whipped noisily with a sudden gust of strong, icy wind, the flexible metal not strong enough to hold up to the force of nature. A soft metallic clinking soon joined in as the bullets hanging from the belt of the heavy machine gun struck the tripod mount. Woodwinds then joined the orchestra, the wind creating a soft hum as it forced its way through the spent rocket launcher tubes discarded in a neat pile close to the centre of the triangle.
As suddenly as it had come, the wind halted. With a final twang, the radio antenna returned to an erect position. The bullets once again hung limply on their cloth belt. The tubes returned to silence, their time of usefulness long passed. The handicraft of their work silently applauded from thirty metres away, its main gun sorrowfully drooping towards the ground. The trees chimed in, providing a standing ovation. Someone sneezed. Encore, encore, the dark trees demanded, their branches rustling as a much gentler wind blew through. For the centuries that they had been watching over this road, they had seen shows of all types.
Never had the show been this exciting, this suspenseful.
The next players were already long in position, waiting for their turn to play. A deep yawn from behind the heavy machine gun heralded the arrival of the midnight performance. A soft clicking noise as someone played with his flip-lighter, trying to keep himself awake during his sentry shift. His buddy's soft snoring muffled by the scarf his mother had knitted for him. The percussions came in as someone struggled to open his ration cans with fat, useless, frostbitten fingers clutching a dull combat knife.
Another breeze blew. Marvellous, the trees cheered. The performance was as good as they had hoped for. Could there, perhaps, be any chance for audience participation? We have brought our own instruments, too, look closely amongst the audience.
The clouds covered the moon entirely, darkening the stage.
The audience quietened.
A spotlight shone upon the stage, burning bright in the sky like a star falling from heaven, casting light across the snowy field and the snow-covered road as though it were day. Even the audience was illuminated, allowing the performers to see them properly for the first time before the light disappeared.
Two peoples shared the same language, but one was harsher than the other, making for a very different-sounding song. Language differences, of course, accounted for the inevitable follow up to the opening baritone.
"Tennō heika banzai!"
New instruments, similar to the old but different, joined in to back the chorus. Glinting in the moonlight were unfamiliar, curved metal blades held in the hand, or more classic straight ones attached to the front of rifles, held aloft by the flag-waving wave surging forward. Percussion ruled the day of the increasingly chaotic, desperate performance, points of light arcing both from and towards the triangle from the treeline. The chorus grew ever louder as the melody reached its peak, while the actual instruments began to fall silent one by one.
And then the singing also ended.
The new conductor kept his now-red baton as the uncaring wind re-entered stage left.
The audience applauded.
The show had come to an end.
The Endwar is a ridiculously important part of Ordic history and we keep talking about it A LOT. Changes keep occurring and lore keeps appearing AND YET these changes are not well-documented. Lots of information written down elsewhere is outdated and players usually have knowledge only of what they are doing in the war and not the rest of the thing, making it hard to u n i f y the story.
I have created this timeline on the OrdWiki page...
To fill in at your leisure and also because the google doc has been dead for over a month and is pretty much a clusterfvck of disconnected information
I get that the war is indeed split into several theatres that are at times very disconnected... BUT I believe it may be possible to u n i f y in some way by having a coherent timeline rather than to try to build like 5 timelines at the same time and then try to merge them. One example and I can only blame my own ignorance is that I am now attempting to form some kind of axis powers with New Hyspania because of our common enemy (Etrulia) but apparenTLY their war ends in '38 (according to NH) which is even before I declare war on Etrulia. Also I have no idea who NH is allied with or against, and keep getting weird surprises.