WA Delegate (non-executive): The Dictatorship of Independent Federation of Croatia (elected )
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Regional Power: High
Today's World Census Report
The Lowest Overall Tax Burden in The Alliance of Dictators
World Census financial experts assessed nations across a range of direct and indirect measures in order to determine which placed the lowest tax burden on their citizens.
As a region, The Alliance of Dictators is ranked 22,224th in the world for Lowest Overall Tax Burden.
|1.||The Exalted Supremacy of East Borland||Corporate Police State||“Crush Their Spirits and You Will Control Their Minds”|
|2.||The Empire of Neo-liberal Oppression||Corporate Police State||“Making money by any means necessary”|
|3.||The Great Pit of The Infernum||Compulsory Consumerist State||“Defy us, and all shall be dark.”|
|4.||The 6-Pack Ras-Putin Empire of Mutha Russia II||Corporate Police State||“YYYYYYES, I AM INVINCIBLE!”|
|5.||The Dominion of Rivgalia||Compulsory Consumerist State||“You really want to help me out here.”|
|6.||The Apathetic Hegemony of The Peoples Republic of Baschland||Corporate Police State||“when we talk about war,we're really talking about peace”|
|7.||The Holy Empire of Vasilinople||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Gia ton Christó kai ton Aftokrátora”|
|8.||The Hallowed States of I am Batman||Corporate Police State||“Superman is a wuss”|
|9.||The Disputed Territories of Isles of Gorlan||Capitalizt||“A Right to Property for All”|
|10.||The Omniconglomerate of PantsLands||Corporate Police State||“Sponsored by PantsLands Incorporated.”|
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- : Embassy cancelled between Coalition of interstellar administration and The Alliance of Dictators.
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- : The Dictatorship of The third germany reich departed this region for Neu World Order.
- : Pishman peoples empire ceased to exist.
- : The Blue Republic of Jinheang of the region Embassy Hub cancelled the closure of its embassy in The Alliance of Dictators.
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With a puff of fluffy black particles, the helmet vanished into thin air, the particles fading away into nothing. Then the lich followed Jeeves, investigating each artifact and 'feeling' their mystical signatures. He paid special attention to the fabric, the chalice, the thurible, and the ceremonial dagger, as they were religious artifacts and the most likely to lend clues about the Black Sun. He took a few moments to read the tale himself before ;using a question to Jeeves. "May I ask where the clay tablets found with the robe fragment is? I mean no insult to Mr. Kane, but I do not completely trust Despoticanian Experts on some matters."
Lin was paralyzed from the extra assaults on her mind, she had to focus entirely on keeping it from overwhelming her. She didn't even really hear Maydra, or anything, as she was preoccupied. The Void had no idea what ti was talking about, there were things in other dimensions, horrible beasts that had no business in this plane of reality. The Void was a fool, the Void was a trickster, the Void was a liar.
Dulruni, on the other hand, sensed the shift. "The anchors." he thought. "They draw closer. Perhaps they are lethal to the void." He understood that perhaps his method wouldn't be needed after all. It was also easy to concentrate now that the void was weakening. "This is not an acceptable reality." he thought to himself.
"Doctor Sosa, if you want to use titles, Captain." he corrected as he shook the Captain's hand. His grip was abnormally strong for an officer. "How rude of them." Sosa remarked fairly casually in response to the comment on the gas-gulpers. "Unfortunately the galaxy is full of unsavory species, we have defeated several hostile incursions into our system in the past, and we will defeat them in the future." He paused. "I am aware that you have no choice but to remain here, the type and state of your ship indicates that this is indeed your last stop. Though, I must know what type of colony this ship is prepared to establish. In accordance with VIEF Protocol, I am required to gather all available information before judgement can be passed on non-hostile alien interlopers."
"Not sure I understand the question. Sorry to say we just got here and weren't even trying to either, so we're not exactly sure of the geopolitical and environmental state of this system. Feel free to fill us in."
@The New Changeling Empire
"In my humble opinion, High Chieftain, there is entirely too much green around these parts. Some axes would do wonders to make this all look a lot nicer to me."
The orc remarked while incessantly cutting down leaves, branches and lianas, in short, everything green and not solid enough to withstand within his range. Now where the orc kept fuming and hacking things apart, the human with him, High Chieftain Kuulfric Sturmmantel, was quiet, focused and very carefully put aside what was in his path as he trod forward. He was a skilled hunter on the prowl and as such he just whispered:
"Of course Captain, of course. Now be quiet, the beast is near."
The orc captain quieted down very, very quickly at the mention of the beast. They had been trailing it for a while now and every little thing they found in its wake seemed to indicate that it was a great and ferocious beast with sharp fangs and claws and an appetite for meat. It would easily make short work of the two of them...or the rest of their group for that matter. They weren't alone, with a good 50 more Wild Men and Orcs following behind them, making their way through the dense jungle.
Carefully moving aside a giant leaf, Kuulfric finally set sight on the trophy he wanted to collect. It was sitting a good 60 metres away, feasting on some prey it had caught. It was a strange beast, having the magnificent body of a giant lion (not that Kuulfric had ever seen or heard of lions) with a pair of equally oversized batwings and a large scorpion tail. A Manticore. With a smile on his lips, Kuulfric readied his axe. Great honour would be acquired with slaying this beast as well as a wonderful trophy. This maned head with fanged maw would do beautifully on one of his walls. He'd rush in and fight the beast, tooth and nail untill he had finally slain it.
Atleast that was the plan. Untill a rifle barrel was stuck forward past his face and before the unbelieving Kuulfric could say more than: "What? No wait-", the orc captain had fired, the shot literally making the Manticore's head explode with blood splattering everywhere and the mane just uselessly hanging in the air for a bit before falling into itself. Well f###, that much more for a trophy or an exhilarating fight. Furiously Kuulfric turned towards the orc captain who was calmly reloading the round to his high calibre anti tank rifle and shouted:
"What was that supposed to be?!? You just shot it!!! You instantly killed it!!! You god damned murderer! Couldn't you see I was preparing to fight the beast?!?"
The orc captain stared up at him in disbelief before looking forward again and shaking his head, saying:
"The lads were right, you guys really aren't quite right in your head."
Kuulfric didn't take well to that at all and his fist came down just a split second later, knocking the orc captain out and onto the ground. Honestly, the High Chieftain had no idea why exactly he had to deal with this filth the allmighty Overlord had brought with it. It had mentioned something about a cultural exchange and getting familiar with one another but so far these creatures had been anything but pleasant to be around. They were ugly, their drives were so basic and the creatures were so very often needlessly evil. Why the Overlord had created such creatures was beyond him. Gosh, he'd be happy if this particular cultural exchange was over soon. Being around these creatures was sickening.
"Skin the creature and take it apart and prepare the parts for transport. I'll be joining you with that in a moment after the captain wakes up again and we've had another word with each other."
Yes, another word on Wild Men culture and how he and his orcs should behave around them.
Captain Bigmek was listening in on the reports a sour expression on his face. The tumour had only been contained temporarily and now it grew at a quicker pace than before. If this kept up, he'd have to concede defeat. And really, he'd rather not but...nobody was sitting there and breathing down his neck. None of the Broken Lords were here, their terrible presence alone already capable of motivating him and his men to peak performance. And ever since the fall of the last Beichtian holdouts his head had also felt so...empty. He felt so unmotivated. He lacked drive. Just what was up with him? He remembered himself fanatically leading troops against the hated Beichtians from the frontline and now he was sitting here in an office, directing his men from afar and entertaining notions of defeat.
But what was to stop him?
The Captain took his guards and led them to another part of the fortress, far away enough from the breach to be sure that there'd be no supermen crawling through its depths. There he entered the lower levels and was never seen again. Meanwhile in the fortress things were going downhill much quicker now. The remainder of the garrison quickly noticed that their reports didn't go to anyone anymore and so their discipline quickly faded away and many took flight, fleeing into deeper parts of the fortress or onto the mainland. Only around the few groups of Stalwarts did the orcs stand fast. The Stalwarts with their eerie presence functioning as motivating anchors. And a cursed blade through the throat for anyone who fled were just additional motivators. These units would keep fighting till the very last man, which in the Stalwarts case could be literally till complete destruction.
Meanwhile across the Strait in the other half of the twin fortress of Shul Printedar, Captain Gagbrush spew an impressive slew of curses and insults about his partner in the other fortress who had apparently abandoned his post. With the radio in the other fortress apparently already unmanned and nobody responding to his hails, he decided to start turning his artillery from the Stormborn assault ships and the assault itself onto the fortress. The Overlord would never have one of its fortresses fall into enemy hands intact. On his command the divisional artillery began opening up and firing at the twin fortress across the Strait.
"The Overlord does not lead any undead armies though I wouldn't put it beyond the Overlord to do so should the situation require it. And should you ever even dare to try your luck and venture to that place I will personally mobilize some of those newfangled jetfighters to blast you out of the sky with their cannons. The Strait is off limits for everyone untill the conflict over it has been resolved."
At Vec's strange craft, Samhane stopped. It was obvious that she didn't intend to go any further and was simply seeing him off. As the supreme authority below the Overlord in this place, she obviously felt duty-bound to see Vec off. Or to keep him in her sight for the entire duration of his stay in her zone of control.
"Safe travels, Archlich. Tell your superiors of all you saw and heard here today. The Overlord cares greatly about spreading the word about it and its realm."
OOC: pls no
Life reentered Sabine's weary eyes as the Amrashkhan held to the sword. All of the exhaustion that plagued her from the long separation was gone. She felt her wielders power, what she had fasted for. Vigor now flowing through her, her wielder came into full focus. She didn't recognize the shape of her body as she examined it with her gaze. The Emrashkhan was now actually of the opposite gender. But the power she felt was so familiar, nostalgic in a way. It had to be the Emrashkhan, just... different. A grin turned into a joyous smile. The Amrashkhan had turned the ghost of Sabine into a vibrant being by doing something so inconsequential as holding the grip of a sword. The sword was grateful. Although she had been waiting for this reunion for some time, she withstood the urge to pounce on her master in jubilant celebration. Instead, she obediently stood in place, saying but a few words, "I am."
With the chains removed, she moved around her wrists after their uncomfortable journey before dispelling the grease that stained her skin. The Verma wound her tail up to form a throne, sitting back against her reptilian tail while facing the orcs. "Before we get into anything like that," she nodded her head side to side, following the motion of her staff that she wagged with the very tip of her tail, "Might I inquire why you're interested in raiding this town?"
The massive drop in morale from the combined fleeting of the Orc Commander plus the allied friendly-fire artillery barrage had finally broken the enemy lines, and the Stormborn were now unimpeded. Their formerly hateful slaughter had turned joyous, the wicked smiles and laughter of madmen filling every corridor as they cut down greenskins in the dozens. The sight of the routing, cowardly enemy had their own morale soaring to it's pinnacle as they chased them down wherever they fled - save for deeper into the tunnel systems that seemed to go miles underneath the fortress. The Stormborn were not interested in chasing the greenskins throughout the country, and so preferred to collapse the caves entirely to prevent their return. This de-structuring of the tunnel system continued everywhere they could; the underground routes that didn't lead directly from the breach to the surface we being filled-in with as much debris as possible. In this regard the artillery barrage above them assisted in their efforts of burying the other tunnels, speeding up the process so that the Stormborns' ranks could continue to drive for the surface and finish off the last of the garrison that was being kept in line by the wicked Stalwarts.
The initial impression of the Stalwarts as worthy foes diminished when it became clear that they could dish out more punishment than they could take, and what was initially welcome as a worthy challenge proved to be little more than another bothersome nuisance to be rid of. The only fact that earned the Stalwart's the specific and continous attention of the Stormborn was their ability to anchor the otherwise morale-shattered greenskins to the fight; it seemed the greenskins feared the Stalwarts more than the Stormborn. This mistake would soon be corrected as the Stormborn doubled down their projected force on the Stalwarts, reducing their number substantially and with rapid pace. As the Stalwarts collapsed, the greenskin lines would surely follow soon.
There was no disputing that victory was inevitable now; the Stormborn relishing in the slaughter while the greenskins routed made it expressly clear. But there were still nuisances to deal with, such as the artillery coming from the second tower. The Stormborn seemed disinterested in the state of the fortifications, seeing the artillery as more of a direct threat to be dealt with accordingly. Heard had largely bypassed the fighting his men had been engaged in, though every now and then he claimed the lives of a squad of greenskins and the occasional Stalwart as he made his way to the very top of the fortress to look at the opposing tower. He watched it for a brief moment before looking up to the sky - to the storm above. For a moment he did nothing as unnaturally strong winds surrounded him and protected him from any incoming projectiles, be they artillery rounds or otherwise. He waited there on the rooftop for a good long while before looking to the northeast - to home - where from flashes of lightning could be seen and the distant sound of thunder could be heard. But these sights and sounds did not come from the sky above him, but from the air in front of him. As the flashes grew brighter and the sounds louder, it became clear where they were coming from: a large, black object approaching Shul Printedar at a great speed. Not a plane, but a... bird? Yes, a giant black bird the size of an elephant whose eyes were as white as snow and talons as sharp as steel swords. For the most part this... 'thunderbird'... seemed to glide through the air, but with every occasional flap of it's wings came a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder emanating from the creature. A distinct caw came from the creature as it drew closer, and Heard - still on the rooftop - ran towards it before jumping off the fortress entirely and landing directly on the avian's back.
The creature soared with grace as it circled the fortress before diving for the second tower where the Orc artillery was coming from, Heard jumping off at the last minute and slamming his enchanted warhammer onto the top of the tower; the imbued magics focusing on the point of impact and creating a massive shock-wave of such strength that it easily shattered the ground beneath it and the walls holding it up as it sent any unfortunate being hurling through the air and any war machine being tossed about and trashed to the point of disuse. The effects did not travel very far, but where they did travel left an unmistakable mark of power. As Heard surveyed the carnage and destruction around him, he waved at the great thunderbird as it flew away cawing in acknowledgement. As the Stormborn finally finished clearing the first tower they began to focus their attention on the second, moving with force and fury toward total victory. Heard himself made it his mission to clear any surviving artillery crews to clear the way for his men, while the mortar crews and snipers down in the river re-focused their attacks on the second tower.
One tower had fallen; only one now remained.
The men had been tracked ever since they stepped across the border into Changeling lands, their trampling being observed by a hundred pairs of eyes as they pushed deeper into their lands. The oldest drones debated what to do know, their conversation a mix of buzzing wings and hisses that melted into the ambiance of the jungle. They had done their best to subtly guide these trespassers to what they thought to be a sufficiently ferocious animal but the interlopers had soundly killed it. Now they watched as the intruders prepared what was left of the manticore.