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The United Roman Reich wrote:

Hallo and welcome! Join our region's Discord to get to know the community :)

Can I get the link please?

Dalmat wrote:

Hello, everyone! I am new to NationStates as you can see. I've decided to join this region since it has sparked my interest and I believe I could grow my nation's lore and history easier here.

If you could direct me on where to start and give me some instructions I would appreciate it.

I'm hoping to have a great time here.

Joining the regional discord is a great way to start! https://discordapp.com/invite/AUKm3pu

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AppeASE DO NOT TELEGRAM ME

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Hey, nice post! Unfortunately all introposts must be 600 words or more. You’re a was 256. Once you post a 600 word intro post we will put you on the map.

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Is it good now?

I'd like to start on the hex number 2514, please.

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Fog

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Fog. It truly is phenomenal.

It brings with it ash and sorrow. It covers the horizon and broadens the darkness. But, it is special since it awakens the hidden part of human nature - need.

Need is associated with many things with 'thirst for knowledge' being one of them. The human kind thrived only because of its capability of observing, discovering and gaining various resources. It always hoped to widen their mindly reach. Aiming for infinite might not work that fast, though. And that is where the sole ambition of people comes to repay.

People bury themselves. There is no other force to do it for them. People bury themselves every day, every moment, every second, but, sometimes, they bury each other. With that kind of lust and thirst there ceases to exist light. They enter an era of indefinite nothingness. The void is being filled up constantly until it finally shatters, reaking chaos and panic.

Rage is another factor that drives persons into madness. It erases all emotion and rational thinking controlling the puny human baring it. It leads to unnecessary pain and suffering.

Rarely, a small spark is enough to ignite hope. And with hope, there light embarks on a journey. Baring hope is the first step to rebirth the light.

But, in a state of unpredictable happenings, what comes next?

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8E 216, Erexinovis, 16:04, Northern Marshes

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A buzzing, crackling sound is heard in the deep swamplands. The grey sky was hovering over the wet ground, dragging the heavy, thick gusts of air near the ground. The wind lifted upwards before disapperaring completely in the mist. Soggy steps of black leather boots continued for a few brief moments when they suddenly stopped.

" Marshall, you should be there in a few hours. Keep tight! Over. ", a voice spoke through a small machine that was in Marshal's hand.

Marshall, a young officer, schooled geologyst, was strolling through the marshland in a search for something. He felt like he was in a rush, to the point his hands started rapidly sweating and twitching. He decided to sit down and take a breather, gazing into the area before him. The soil looked and smelled of feces. The vegetation was barely existant and rotten. No visible plantlife, no visible wildlife.

Marshall imagined the beauty that was before. He imagined the perfection of nature that was happening right in this place he was sitting at. He daydreamed about the happy past and the country he stood for.

' What will become of it? ', he thought to himself. He was incredibly worried, which was weird for him since he was constantly very determined and out-right mentally strong. Though, when he took time to unveil the deeper meaning, he stood terrified.

These thoughts drifted into other thoughts. He snapped out of them and wondered what awaits him over the threshold that was already forming with the few passing rays of sunlight that squished between the clouds. He saw a skyline of a city that was very distant, yet so close he could feel the vibrations in the ground that it was giving off.

The clean-cut soldier continued his voyage towards this destination. He was hesitant in taking on this expedition when his authorities offered him to do it. As of now, he didn't even know if he will ever return. His uniform was getting moisty as he moved on and the humidity was on the rise.

" I have to pull through before nightfall. "

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The New Step

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Silence was deafening that evening. Marshall had just arrived at his target, tired and out of breath. He took off his jacket and threw it in the mud. It was completely ruined. He fell to his knees in relief, flailing his arms around victoriously.

He found himself at the edge of a ruined, abandoned industrial city. It was almost entirely built out of concrete. Clearly, a great battle took place not too long ago. The air was still toxic and poisonous, so Marshall put on a mask he was keeping in his bag before calling his base.

" Brakson! I did it! "

His voice message was soon to be responded to. A gasp of excitement was heard from the device.

" Really? You know what this means? How's it looking so far? "

" The air isn't clean, yet, but the conditions are fine. The revolt is cleared up. I assume they escaped out of fear of radiation. ", the message played back in the base. A long silence followed, worrying liutendant Brakson.

" W- what's happening? Marsh? "

" This bullet hole... Scratching the road pavement... It's still warm... And steaming. "

" Marsh, get to high ground, quick! ", screamed Brakson. The call ended and Marshall ran with the little energy left in him. He was nearing a safe-looking building and sprinted towards it. Just as he was passing through the entrance, he felt a ray of heat stripping his back skin and immediately fell to the floor. His face was in pain and his eyes were tearing up in tears and sweat.

" Bandits! "

Two long-bearded skinny men burst into the building where Marshall was hiding. He instinctively threw a rock at one blurry figure in front of him. It all happened in the blink of an eye and the figure fell on the ground. Marshall was awoken by another ray of heat passing through his shoulder. The blood spilled on the floor and a vicious scream pierced through the smog. He felt his right hand reaching into his belt and grabbing a pocket knife. After a well-placed strike the knife ended up in between the bandit's ribs.

Marshall continued crawling towards the staircase without hesitation, climbing up on all four. He was bady wounded and could barely move. A thick blood stain was left behind him.

He didn't think. He didn't want to. He manually pushed forward, reaching the flat rooftop.

" SEND HELP- ", he yelled into his voice messenger.

Twenty minutes. It felt like a brief moment. The pain was eating Marshall inside, but he laid there with a sweet taste in his mouth. He pulled up a small Dalmat checkered flag and placed it on the roof after kissing it. He grinned and closed his eyes...

A military chopper sliced the air rapidly approaching the city. Marshall was half-awoken by its noise. He noticed several men lifting him in. But he didn't feel anything. He was still stuck in the fog.

The Free Industrial City of Kashten was where the Industrial revolt happened. It was established as a settlement of workers. They wanted to revolutionise the former Dalmat nation to ensure the superiority of the worker class and reform industrial and economical policies of the time. Kashten suffered tremendous violence and guerilla fights between the Revolutionists and the Opposers before the country's military came to silence the revolt. The conflict, unfortunately, grew larger after the army massacred most of the Revolutionists and other followers of the Revolt started revolting in other parts of the land which lead to a catastrophic Dalmat civil war ( 8E 210-214 ). Kashtan was obliterated along with its civilians. The industrial facilities that held 75% of Dalmat's industrial income were destroyed. The remaining forces that were left fighting for control fled in fear of the polluted environment caused by the destruction of certain facilities. In 8E 216, Marshall Bressin was sent to the city to inspect the situation since sending a bigger expedition was unsafe and risky not knowing what has happened with the city in the 4 years from its abandonment. When Marshall arrived, the city was inhabited by a couple of bandit gangs which were later cleaned out. That day was the beginning of the new era for Dalmat since it represented the recapturement of the last stronghold of Dalmat's previous borders. Kashten today stands as a symbol of Dalmat's past and a reminder never to stray from their path.

The nation of Nova prospekts would like to start on hex 0527.

Origins
Nova prospekts started off as a group of mining colonies ran by The Social State of The United Roman Reich. However, as the U.R.R. began to cut ties with their colonies, the group of mining colonies were left with only the food they had before decolonization. This shortage of food threw the colonists into disorder, as each person tried to take as much food as they can before it's gone. But then a group of exiled Roman radicals, who call themselves the Novaterraists, decided to block the food storage from the colonists and ration it. The Novaterraists also started to grow farms to insure that they would not starve in the future. However, in the period of 6 months it took to grow crops, the colonists had to ration their food and scavenge/hunt for food once they ran out of rations. As an example, the Novaterraists executed anyone who stole from the rations early on, for their selfish nature would bring down everyone else, but also so they didn't have as many mouths to feed. The remaining colonists to succumb to the Novaterraists mostly because they had the food sources, so it was a do or die situation unless you wanted to abandon the colony and go out hunting and risk getting killed. Once the Novaterraists had a substantial food source their position in the government was established. Their first course of action was to name the colony Nova Prospekts, or New Perspectives, for their world views were changed. The government of Nova Prospekts started to mold the remaining colonists' lives to center around the government. They did this mostly through daily speeches and putting propaganda everywhere. The colonists of Nova Prospekts, also known as Nova Prospektors, were ready to be put to work. The government of Nova Prospekts assigned everyone jobs based on aptitude tests, some in the mines, some in the fields, some in the markets, and some in the government. This process is repeated for every new occupation they introduce to Nova Prospekts. All of these implications and politics is what formed Nova Prospekts as a booming industrial nation today. The Nova Prospektors, being humans cut off from the rest of Leroda, are extremely xenophobic towards other intelligent species and refuse to let in any outsiders of any kind in fear of "infestation". They do not have extremely advanced technology due to their disconnection to the modern world for a couple of decades. Their technology is all made in their country. However, this is not much of a predicament as their is a plethora of mines left over from the colonial days for the Nova Prospektors to obtain resources from. Their era of technology can be likened to the technology of the mid-20th century(i.e. nukes and simple computers). Nova Prospekts is now a nation of xenophobic, isolationist, authoritarian miners who are mostly organized under the Nova Prospekts government. However, at the moment, they do not have a defined leader, only a council to govern the new nation.

Our Foundation
"Our glorious nation of Nova prospekts started off as a mining colony founded by our ancestors of old who came together from their secular tribes of exiled radicals. Radicals, who's ideas formed the very ideology our nation follows today. This ideology, under the name of Novaterraism, is an ideology that calls for the establishment of a brave new world. A brave new world of tradition, order, and power, to establish ourselves on the world map. Our glorious race of people can overcome the savage tribes in the surrounding lands. We can overcome the limitations of the surrounding terrain. We can overcome any obstacle that may stand in our way of sustaining our glorious nation. But in order to sustain our glorious nation the citizens of this nation must prioritize the state above all else, for the state is our solace in this new frontier. What will we profit if our peoples are divided among ourselves in this unfamiliar land? Nothing, I say, nothing but chaos and disruption. Chaos is the mortal enemy of our state. For in chaos there is no prediction, no order, no security. But what are the prerequisites of chaos, you may ask? I'll tell you. The prerequisites of chaos are this: freedom and disorganization. With freedom we cannot assure the outcome of our great nation, for the choices of the people are unlimited and unmonitored, therefore cannot be predicted, and prediction, I say, is essential to keeping order. Disorganization is also a leading cause of chaos, or in other words, the essential requirement for the creation of it. For if our government is disorganized, then how will we organize the lives of our people? As I close this evening, I ask you all one question to ponder before you all depart. What price are you willing to give to ensure your security?"
-Magno Prospector

Let our glorious nation prosper and coincide with those who share this brave new world!

To The Gates!
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The Command Tower
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As night fell over Hive Hellsreach, the city continued to function at full capacity. Within the central command tower at the center of the hive, Creed sat with his generals, while dozens of minor officers ran around them, delivering orders, retrieving orders, and conducting other business. The generals however, were discussing the plans for the defense of the city. General Howe was currently listing off the defenses and and the critical locations that were being defended.
" The majority of our interior defenses are fine, they haven't taken much damaged, with the exception of our AA batteries. Almost all of those have been destroyed. However, everything else we have in between the wall and the fortress walls is secure. We've also continued to add to the defenses at two key locations," Howe gestured to a map of the city as he continued, " The central manufactorum complex is still operational. We've continued to reinforce the defenses and strengthen the guard there with civilian reserves. We've also begun preparations to implement fail safes if the enemy manage to seize it. The other location is the main prison complex, almost 3000 prisoners are held within. If they were freed, there's no doubt they'd join the loyalists. We've fortified the prison's already formidable defenses and provided the guards with military hardware. With those two locations secure, we should be able to hold the line."
Creed sat up a little straighter and asked, " What about our exterior defenses? What is the condition of the walls and the gate? If we can hold there, we may not need to depend so heavily on our interior defenses."
General Johnson spoke through the cigar he had clamped in his mouth, " The Castellan is right, those walls will see us through. With our men atop them, we'll crush whatever they have to throw at us. We won't even need the interior defenses." Johnson leaned back in his chair, put up his feet and smirked.
Creed frowned at Johnson's cockiness and turned back to Howe, " While I believe General Howe is underestimating the strength of our enemy, he is partially correct. The walls are an integral piece of our defense.
Howe shrugged, " I agree gentlemen, but--"
An officer ran up to Creed with a comm unit in his hand, " Sir, there is a situation developing at the front. We've intercepted two Beast demolition squads. They were at the gate when we caught them, however neither squad had placed any explosives."
Creed turned pale, " How do you know there were only two squads?"
The Officer looked confused, " Well, we only... found... two... Oh God!"
As the officer had his moment of clarity, the gate lit up with several large explosions. The gate itself wasn't bombed, but rather the massive hinges holding it up. The two massive doors fell inward, smashing into the city streets.
Creed and the generals were halfway out of their seats when the music, loud enough they could hear clearly from the command tower, began.
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Outside the gates, Pask's forces were charging forward into the breach. The Filth Favored, The Sons of Excess and The Faithless were leading the charge, embarked in Jackals. Meanwhile, The Red Butchers and The Black Feast approached the walls in siege towers. Striding alongside them were Pask's remaining War Knights, now bedecked in the heraldry of the mercenary company they each accompanied. Behind them rolled Pask's mechanized forces and then his vast legions of Hive Guard. The Mercenaries were Pask's blade, splitting the enemy, and his hive guard would be his hammer, crushing anything left standing. As the explosion lit up the night, vehicle lights and various speakers attached to the vehicles began to turn on. The speakers crackled and a voice could be heard echoing throughout the city, " This song is dedicated to everyone within Hive Hellsreach tonight, you'd better get ready... for Master of Puppets! "(https://youtu.be/xnKhsTXoKCI ) As the band began to rock out and their music began to echo throughout the hive, the first troops reached the gates. The transports didn't even bother to slow down, instead allowing their armored prows to smash through the first line of defense and cripple themselves on the ruins of the first line of bunkers, barricades and tank traps. The troops held within strode out from their transports, slaughtering the shocked and surprised defenders. Several transports were destroyed, by traps or by the increasing amounts of anti-armor fire that was beginning to ring out. It wasn't enough though as more transports rolled forward, past their immobilized allies. As the enemy continued to pour through the ruptured gate, they began to overwhelm the remaining defenders. gun crews began to fall silent as auto gun fire and grenades poured into the nests. Bunkers were cleared with toxic gas and flamethrowers, and the survivors were cut down.The defenders finally recovered from their initial shock and began to pull together. Their return fire began to trickle away as they began a fighting retreat to the second level. The mercenaries simply laughed as they fired upon the retreating defenders from their newly captured defensive positions. The gate was theirs, and so long as the walls fell, the city would be too.
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Atop the walls
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The defenders atop the walls had better luck than the ones in the streets. They had enough time to bring many of their weapons to bear against the enemy, and were soon opening up on the war knights and the advancing towers. Several of the towers were burning wrecks, and two war knights had been destroyed by the time they'd reached the walls. With a thundering crash, the towers unleashed their deadly cargo. The boarding ramps fell, and the flash bang charges attached to them detonated, stunning the defenders for a moment. They recovered quickly though and had enough time for a volley before the enemy was on them. Dozens of the first men out of the towers were brought down, but the butchers behind them simply shoved them out of the way or used them as human shields. Swords met bayonets and axes met knifes as the two sides clashed on the narrow parapets. The war knights reached the wall, and the battle really began to turn. Machine guns mounted on the tops of the knights began to clear the walls, as their battle cannons pounded away at massive sections of the wall. The defenders fell back to the armored towers, taking heavy losses as they ran. Within these armored bunkers they began to push back the enemy. Unfortunately though, Pask had no time for this today. Knights moved from bunker to bunker obliterating them with battle cannons and mowing down the survivors. Despite this, the men atop the wall, the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Hellsreach Hellfighters, fought to the last man. Books could have been filled with the tales of heroism and bravery that took place on that wall. The Hellfighter's 75th gun crew, who continued to reload and fire their anti-armor weapons even as The Red Butchers overran their position, and as they were overrun, they detonated their ammo magazine, bringing down a nearby war knight. The Rooks, a group of several squads who'd been recruited from civilians, who when faced with the death within the bunker, or out in the fire and glory of battle, charged the enemy, guns blazing. Whereas the battle on the ground was over within a mere half-hour, the men on the walls, who had no place to retreat, forced the enemy to fight for every step. The battle rage for several hours with uncertain results, it was only as dawn began to break that it could be seen who won. Over the entire western wall, with the exception of one crumbling bunker, from which gunfire could still be heard, flags belonging to The Red Butchers and The Black Feast could be seen hanging over the walls. Observers with especially keen eyesight could see individual prisoners being flung from the walls, some with their heads, some without.
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The Command Tower
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Creed watched with his generals as the knights continued to smash apart various segments of the wall, opening up more entryways inside. The room was silent as every man within considered the implication of what'd happened that night. Creed broke the silence as he began to address his generals, " Yes we've lost the wall, yes, the enemy are inside the city. But we were ready for this eventuality, and the sacrifice of those men on the walls has bought us precious time. General Howe has been preparing the city for this for weeks, and we're ready to hold them."
The same officer from before approached Creed, this time with a different comm unit, " Sir, The Red Corsairs have been sighted on their way here, our naval forces are on route to intercept."
Creed turned to watch the navy begin to leave the bay, " Prophets save us."