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RP: Rumania in 2191
37 years since the end of one of Rumania’s most devastating conflicts has seen the nation undergo many changes, but, at the same time, very little has changed from the pre-war era. The nation remains a largely divided society, separations in class, ethnicity, and faith, as well as in geography, still dominate political discussion; and, although the nation is by far the most stable it has been in centuries, politics continue to be a battleground for sectarian woes afflicting the nation. Two of the largest and ever present divisions in society are that of class and location, and these ultimately connect back to many of the other issues plaguing the nation.
Sectionalism
Rumania is still a rural agrarian society just as much as it is progressive urban one; just over half of the nation’s 667 million people live in rural communities, or towns and villages with less than 3,000 residents – including unincorporated communities and farms. That said, the majority of the nation’s wealth and political power remains in the hands of the densely populated urban region, known in general as the Metropole or Metropolitan Rumania. This rather large region, which covers much of the states of Centru, Constanta, and Muntenia, includes cities such as Bucuresti, Iasi, and Galati and has a population of almost 250 million. The Metropole is the nation’s population, financial, manufacturing, and trade & transit heartland; it is also the heartland of the Rumanian ethnicity, and, although the Metropole is more ethnically diverse than many areas, much of that power is retained in the hands of ethnic Rumanians, mostly Wallachians or Constans.
The Metropole
While Metropolitan Rumania may have outsized power and wealth, that does not mean that wealth and power is shared equally among its residents. Poverty remains a staggering issue across the nation, and although poverty has been reduced over recent decades, the poor and impoverished still make up a large portion of the population. The Rumanian middle class, which is rather small compared to most other advanced nations, is concentrated almost entirely in the Metropole, where the majority of the nation’s white collar jobs are centered. The rich, who are few in number but vast in power, are tied back to large trusts and corporations which dominate much of the nation’s industrial and commercial industries and exert vast influence to keep in place policies which stifle upward mobility and maintain a cycle of living which sees workers rest steady on the line between poor and impoverished. Especially victim to poor treatment are ethnic minorities, such as diaspora Magyar and Bulgars, who are subject to discrimination based on ethnicity and, often time, faith too. Minorities are often passed up on jobs, and are de-facto segregated into poorer ethnic enclaves on the outskirts of larger cities, areas which are redlined and suffer from over-policing and economic drought. However, one may not think of such things when visiting these places. Central Bucuresti, with it’s beautiful Art Nouveau and Belle Epoque architecture, clean sidewalks and vast public amenities hides the reality of poverty and neglect that exists not too far away.
Rural Rumania
Rural Rumania is the nation’s true economic heart, from which the majority of the wealth is pulled from, but to which little wealth is returned. Nearly all of the nation’s raw materials arrive are pulled from the countryside, including the nation’s #1 addiction: Coal. The nation’s vast energy reserves exist entirely in the countryside, northern coal and eastern oil provide over 80% of the nation’s energy production and fuel, and miner from the Carpathians excavate the thousands of tons of resources which are turned into the materials for buildings, machinery, vehicles, and so – yet many of these miners and workers live, not in poverty, but under the watchful eye of the corporation which, for all intents and purposes, owns them – even after legislators tried to outlaw such practices. And the agricultural sector, which feeds and clothes the nation, is filled with low wage workers, almost a fifth of whom are under the age of 18. The little manufacturing jobs that do exist are mainly textiles, fed from the nation’s cotton and wool farms, or cigarette-cigar factories, which feed the nation’s unhealthy addiction to tobacco. Many of those who live in these rural areas will never leave their hometown, and even fewer will receive an education past high school, if they even finish that.
The United Vex Imperium, Blayredeshia, Oseiyra-Norein, and Barbelo-sofia
RP: Morse code is not real
Unfortuantly, the Hive has not stolen a Morse Code book yet. Instead of turning around, they simply head over to their usual area, which happens to be right next to the group's carrier, and begin fishing operations.
RP: Camp Fiia
The Mayori Tsar allocated space within a former Solingarchi military zone west of former New Avia. However, the Tsar would be kept out of the know with Avania Prime wreaking havoc in Vircia. As the mass amount of Mayori began to come over, they would find Vircia completely blocked off and with high military presence.
RP: Continued Destruction
Day after day and night after night, Vircia would become a utter slaughterhouse. Out of the entire prior war, more losses were stacking up against the Mayori as they would push everything they had against the machines. Avania Prime, being the main threat. Tanks rolled down the streets in search of any hostiles but found themselves ambushed by the smaller Frontiers and subsequently destroyed. The Capital building would be vacant, no sign of Mayori and the Maytroykian flag ripped and torn from combat.
Another Message reached Imperia, this one more urgent however.
"Imperia Station, Avania Prime power supply nearing 56%. Hull systems, functional. Mayori Imperialists have established Vircia as a foothold, no sign of any friendlies within the area. Where is Aviankind? Where are ground units? Are we alone?"
Like before, this message would be placed on loop until it was received.
Northern new solingarch
Before the War, leaving the Isles
((this is before the war Barbelo-sofia))
The Avian smirked at the words of their foreign friend. Behind her, stepped only 10 Avians from the amassing crowd. But by this point, they were not taking kindly to the Sofites words. Seeing this, the girl stepped forward and spoke.
"Let us convene this talk elsewhere. I Trust you have a stable home within my lands, yes?"
RP: Speaking with the dragon of Gold
Kalan was impressed with his troops work and the mass surrender. However, he would't let his guard down to easily. Orders for the troops to go in and disarm the Kobolds was given as The Red Prince made arrangements to meet with this Kobold of Gold, despite the Red Queens paranoia.
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Candain and Noteer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aW8bIH1NqwM
RP: Paint it Red, The Final Story Part 10
"Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt." - Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Red Army Pvt.Rozway continues down the road away from Aiktan. He cursed wondering how many times that dam city has changed hands... four-five times? Pvt.Rozway looks around at the retreating western army. Jews, Solists, Christians, Sky/Ground and even Esol Worshipers were in there ranks of all species. This Red Army was ironic as it was not neccessarily communist as General Hemlock adopted a Stratocratic view to use even capitalism to win the wars. He knew the Red Army purpose was to serve the people but this was why many called Peoples Rhine Union its other name that being "fading Red". He wondered what the future held. As Pvt.Rozway loaded up onto a truck they were to reinforce Wood City Garrison. Army newspaper told them that despite Wood Tribe fighting desperately it was the use of Napalm that drove them out of the burnt city with most of the Elders killed in fighting. There was usual speel about victory being in arm's reach but many wondered about Radical Wolfinite forces to the East.
WPNF soldiers continued there advance west. Sgt.Paw of 2nd All-Wolfinite Rifle Regiment was moving through Forest in Valken Tribe territory. He sneered to that name as he knew it was backwards tribals... dirty outsiders who came to this land. Ironically Wolfinites also came to this land hundreds of years ago but to him the Rhine was Wolfania there Lyca given land. He thought dealing with this savage group would be easy. What surprised him was lack of combat the enemy could not be seen anywhere. Local units reported combat with some Valken Tribals gunning them down outside of forest. It seemed the enemy had scattered. He heard officers howl to victory but he was not so sure. As they began to occupy the forestland they set up tents as units left to search for Valken in the land. These units would never be seen again. As night fell many gathered around a fire including Sgt.Paw. Many talked about family or how they would liberate Werewolf Islands. However people went missing and soon Sgt.Paw felt pain as he fell over and hit the fire his body putting the fire out. His comrades tried to patt him down the flames over his fur but soon Sgt could hear gunfire. As he looked around all fire's were out and in the brief light from gunfire there was Valken descending from the tree's. As he looked around there was thousands of Valken running around. He quickly began to run the gunfire lighting up the forest the smell of fresh blood and powder all around. "THERE COMING FROM THE TREE'S! CYKA CY-" *Slash* he would hear from a panicked comrade as he continued running. Once Sgt.Paw got far enough away he rested on a tree and covered his eyes trying to get the ash out from his eyes. His arms stinged from the burns as he opened his eyes he saw a Valken right in his face. He saw it howl loudly at him with axe raised and he then rolled to the side as the Valken stuck his axe in the tree. The Valken tried to pull the axe out but soon Sgt.Paw took out his knife and charged. The Valken turned and charged with horns pushing Sgt.Paw down. Sgt.Paw coughed but then felt hands around his throat like a vice. The Valken was over him the two struggling. Sgt.paw felt his hand around the ground until he grabbed a rock and slammed it over the Valken head. He then moved over the limp Valken and kept slamming the rock screaming. As he stopped blood drenching his uniform and arm he looked around to see hundreds of Valken around him. One Valken who was much taller and wore an more civilized uniform came forward sword in hand. Sgt.Paw quickly ran forward for his knife and once in hand he counched holding his knife up with both hands. He felt the sword break through the knife and the fist of the Valken slammed his jaw a crack is heard. Sgt.Paw fell over and then crawled away but soon he felt the stomp of a hoof on his back and another crack. He could see the Valken cheering and he knew he was about to be finished off. Using all his strength he stood up and flipped the Valken body slamming him down. The Valken went quiet. He then grabbed his sword and slammed it on his head breaking his antlers but the Valken got up and grabbed the sword with his hands.. his hands now bleeding. Sgt.Paw could feel his heart racing as the Valken proceeded to crack the sword in peices and then sucker punch him. However Sgt.Paw noticed something on the ground... he picked up a photo of a Shardin holding some Shalken and this Valken was next to a Shardin with Pink eyes. Sgt.Paw looked up realizing who he was fighting but as he looked over he felt the foot of Valken leader kick his face and all went black. As he awoke at lunch time he saw the forest was painted red with parts of dead Wolfinites all around. What he did notice missing was the furr pelts. He began to crawl as he couldent feel his legs and his jaw was bent the wrong way. He saw his furr was badly burnt and he tried to crawl to an overturned medical kit. Sgt.Paw screamed as he treated his wounds and then passed out. He would soon be found later by reinforcements where he would inform them what he saw. The Valken were not to be messed with.
In Dragon Mountain Albert Von Müller Dragon Mountain faction had overrun Ironsides faction. There the two stood hands tied with nooses around there neck. Steel Chancellor Albert walked over smiling wide presenting the two in Aurora. The ruined city saw much pain from the fighting in the Civil War. There the crowd chanted for blood. Steel Chancellor pointed to the two "Do these men deserve mercy?" The crowd went wild with blood lust wanting the one responsible for setting the fire. Before Kizum or Ironsides could make there case the Steel Chancellor kicked the lever and the two dropped. Kizum neck snapped loudly but the rope around Ironsides neck slipped but was caught by his snout and horns. He swung in the wind eyes closed but no crack is heard. The Crowd went crazy cheering "DEATH TO TRAITORS! PAINT THE STREETS RED! GLORY TO STEEL CHANCELLOR!" To which the Steel Chancellor smiled. He then pointed to the east stating "THE TRAITOR SNAKE! Silvera was the one to light the fire.... we have found evidence pointing to an Deijan Snake. We will never again deal with such traitors from outside or from within! We will purge the Greedy Snakes and return the land to its people! The Queendom will not fall!" The crowd began to cheer Alberts name and he smiled looking eastwards to conquest.
In Fire Plains. Kobvan-Mayori as the surrender talks were ongoing Red queen was already re-organizing the mountains to be the Red Princedom. Gold II leader of Kobvan moved forward to speak with the Mayori.
Post self-deleted by Kiribithia.
Maytroykia
RP: Kobvan (Endpost)
After an conditional surrender the Kobvan army surrenders all its weapons and uniforms to Mayori before going west to leave. All conflict will end once Gold II has contacted remaining outposts in which hostilities will finally end. Any other holdouts are on there own and will be considered terrorists. Some Kobolds remaining in the land are noted to be doing passive resistance but that is no longer Kobvan's problem.
Red Queen is furious at how the surrender was handled. But she still achieved her goals.... she awaits Red Prince return.
Candain and Blayredeshia
Rumanian States, Empire of Gora, and Tirnua
RP: Formalization of Paramilitary Avians
Rotalia
Chaos and tension is nothing but an understatement for the environment within Northern new solingarch. Mass immigration, displaced peoples, and those without loved ones fill camps and makeshift cities. Those that were generously offered a place within a Solingarchi home took it without hesitation. Children were mostly begged by the Avians to be given a home, by now the Flu was getting worse. Some feared it was already mutating into worse variants, but those were rumors, for now. But in the wake of this all the Police attempting to enforce law within the nation just gained another issue to tackle. Unchecked during the transit, a large sum of Avian rifles and small arms began floating around the cities as Avians attempted to find work in crafting rifles mostly, along with some sidearms in tow. In this environment, Unity began to grow but not for the Kierliet, but for revenge. Rotalians, just like always, became radical overnight. Banding in groups, the descendants of the Golden Age remembered tales from their grandparents and Parents of a specific time, one that was the most prosperous for Avidina. The Nationalist State of Avania.
Rotalians in the tent cities worked around the clock reading all Avian literature that contained knowledge of the Era and attempts of a flag were mad. While crude and unorderly, the Orange, Green and Black banners with the famous Birds of Paradise stitched in began replacing the United Nations of Avidina. The Kierliets name was still honored, it was known. But praises unto the late Lenito Beakolini and his family became common talk amongst the Rotalians. Perhaps it was tame, for the moment.
Whiskwindia
The Arkinic Birds, were not as tame however. Banding closely with Valeians, even after the separation years ago the two began getting along more and more. Taking looks into Valeian literature, young Whiskwindians learned of the History and legacy of a nation named Archron and the origins of the great Valeia. Perhaps, it was too great of an impact. Whiskwindians from the cities began their travels to Valeia in almost a mass amount. In doing so, the culture of the Valeians, and in turn the burning spirit of Archron began its mold into the youth. Such an impact, that the styles and traditions of Valeia slowly are being adopted and molded into the Whiskwindian ideals. By the masses, Valeian weapons and vehicles were sold and purchased to Whiskwindians. But the question was raised, how did they manage to do this? Much like the Rotalians, the Whiskwindians banded together to purchase weapons and vehicles. As mentioned before, this would tack onto the police as vehicles were being mounted with weapons and converted into highly advanced Technical. But knowledge that the Solingarchi would know, is that the Whiskwindians were and are the Engineers for Avidina. Having them be around a similar Arkinic culture, a surplus of weapons and vehicles, and a invigored rage for a return to the Mainland, spelled a bad combination. But that was not all, there was something that found its way to grow silently amidst this chaos. On these trucks flew a specific flag. All black with a golden Falcon in the middle symbolized some kind of movement. Luckily for the Solingarchi, they would have some intel given to them about this movement. Named the "Legacy of Avania", their intentions were good, but their ways of going about it were forceful, and dangerous. Pictures of uniforms and medals surfaced to the Solingarchi as a specific name was given to them on where this all started. "Henry Alfold" was pin pointed the direct leader of this small but growing movement. The Avians giving this information described he had a natural talent for speeches and was highly convincing when he spoke. His passion for a "Strong return" was grand, appeasing to the hearts of all Whiskwindians who missed their pastures of green.
Snoki
Perhaps the most Favorite of the Solingarchi, they would act as expected. Quiet, and showing no signs of concern. Many thanked the government openly and simply wished to attend to their home, at least for as long as it lasted. Of the youth, particularly males, would show a very high entry rate into the Military as opposed to females, who went into Industrial and Diplomatic openings. Compared to the other Avians, the Snoki were followers, and awaited whatever came to them next.
Out of the current divides, there was one thing that the Solingarchi could potentially exploit to their fullest, manpower. The Desire to return home was strong within the Rotalian and Whiskwindian communities, any chance to go over and fight for it again was a way to get men and women out of Solingarch, and a means to save a certain machine from possible death. The Fires over Vircia were set, and within the west unsettle began to grow as sickness, anger, and nationalism grew.
Empire of Gora and Northern new solingarch
RP: The Motherland, Awaits
The Surrender of the Kobolds boosted Mayori Morale tenfold. The weapons, uniforms and ammunition were collected from soldiers and taken back in turns as there were mounds of these weapons. Some would go into a museum, but many would be destroyed for precious parts and materials. The 45,000 Commune Warriors were welcomed back with joyful glee and praises. In the time the soldiers had been away, an official flag had been created and placed everywhere it could fit. A red background with gold etched into its center. Bars moving side to side with red Stars in between them. But the cherry on top, would be that of the Hammer and Sickle placed directly center, a Crown looming in the background to shadow it. These men and women given back to the Commune celebrated their victory over the Kobolds, deeming this the first victory of the Commune. The history was marked, and a song to go with it. "The March of the Founders" was both a title to a song, but a title to the 45,000 that were put into harms way. The Katyusha trucks were given new paint jobs and markings. These trucks, were the soul factor in the Communes victory, and they would never be forgotten.
While the people celebrated, The Red Prince returned to the ever watchful eyes of the Red Queen, his uniform fresh as ever. He didn't consider himself a monarch, nor ever a premiere. Vestranov Kalan, the founder of the Mayori Commune, wanted his people to strive before any form of government or ideology. Therefore, he was Marshal Kalan, instead of a prince. But the Red Queen was bound to call him what she pleased, and he was content with the title. But, there were clearly distinct differences between the Red Queen and the Prince. While she wanted blood, he wanted peace. She sought for war, he sought for home. The Marshal was not for bloodshed, for a war to fight. They fled their home once from a war, he and his people were looking for rest. The hope of Kalan, was the hope that the Kobolds would remember the mercy given to them. Two nations, looking for a home and peace. Both nations, not wanting to fight but merely forced for Survival. Marshal Kalan, regretted the war, but hoped by his mercy, the Kobolds would continue their freedoms of oppression and instead, ready themselves for an onslaught against a nation not as fair or kind.
The United Vex Imperium, Northern new solingarch, and Seibalath
Impact RP: Less worse then expected
As the fragments hit, the fear was high. Although, after a few hours the storm of rock hitting the ground stopped. Finally it was quiet. Quiet as it has hardly been in Milencianos past. The bunkers opened, the fortresses opened up their gates and the people finally left the metro underneath the cities. Surprisingly the damage done was less worse then expected.
After a few hours, the first situations unravel. The Siamo Clock Tower, located in Santo Galieno, which was the largest in all of Milenciano with a towering height of 652 meters got hit by a rather devastating fragment, because of which the towers surrounding area got evacuated almost immediately. The inner clockwork was heavily damaged by the fragment, but saved the tower from collapsing fully. The reparations of the Siamo Clock tower were finished in December of 2183 and celebrated with a great celebration of the workers, reconstructing the Santo Galieno landmark..
The biggest loss of life happened in the city of Sont in the province of Bourrarsque, where the large parts of the metro collpased during the storm of fragments. Just from the collapse of this third of the metro line, several buildings collapsed and approximately 64000 people died instantly from the collapse.
The largest fragment luckily hit Grano, the city which was abandoned due to a a horrible nuclear accident, making the surrounding area highly dangerous. Satellite footage suggests that the largest church of the city has been hit by the fragment and now lies inside the abandoned building. An expedition to the fragment hasn't been made yet, since the church lies in the so called "wall of death" which is the part of the city directly hit the hardest by the irradiated winds and smoke coming from the Grano Nuclear Plant (GNP).
Additionally it has been discovered, that since the fragments hit, the Milenciano climate became considerably colder with longer and harder snowy winters. Because of this harvests yielded less.
Oorp hi
RP: The Shifting Sands, PT1
Valeia RP
Deep within Valeheim
Underneath the streets and roads of Valeheim was all connected like a body to a central hub. This one hub contained thousands if not a million servers dedicated to the fluid motion of the city. Deep beneath that hub however, lay a chamber and complex. This complex stretched vast and rather wide for something that seemed obscure. A chamber within it remained partially lit with a red and white glow. Oily black wires draped the walls, some even dangled from the ceiling. But these features wasn't the purpose of the room. Sitting within the middle was the core, the life of the city, placed into a single body. The most technological achievement anyone of Arkinic descent has made, simply rested her face against her arm as the black wires pumped data straight into her. Adjacent to her was a grey door slightly ajar, allowing a white beam of light to come through into the dim room.
This door creaked open fully, albeit slowly. On the otherside stood a man leaning against a rugged and wooden cane. He began a slow walk towards the machine before him, his dress shoes echoing throughout the room.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?"
The old man stopped, cracking a slight smile to the craft that just spoke to him
"Well, I suppose they did. Didn't anyone ever tell you to run by your functions?"
He retorted, the smile still on his face.
"If this is about my model choice, please leave"
"No no, I am not going to bash into you like the others do. I merely came by for a visit."
The mans words peaked the interest of the machine. She opened her left eye ever so slightly. A smaller and paler blue dot shot across and looked to the man as he started his approach
"A social visit? A bit rare don't you think? All anyone ever wants from me is to run complex commands and to keep this city alive."
"Perhaps that is what they want, but that is their desire. Do you know how much I sacrificed to get you what you wanted, Averi?"
The mention of her name jostled Averi, making her eyes fully open and her head turn to make contact with him
"You... You remember?"
"Of course I do! How could I not?! You are your own entity, Averi. Not a machine we can toy and play with as we please. Unlike the rest of the... Vales, I don't support them."
"Then why have me created? I thought all Vales were created equal and Machines were to be placed into that light?"
"They... They have strayed far from that principle, my dear daughter. But I will honor it, honor it for your sake."
The man stopped just before her, pressing onto his cane for support. Averi seeing this, raised her hand slightly. From the ground, a stream of data emerged and began forming a dark chair for him to rest in.
"Ah, thank you." The man took his seat and adjusted his aged glasses. The whole attire of this man seemed.. unordinary. While he wore a lab coat and fitted the part of a scientist, he was more dirty and not as well kept as the others. Averi didn't take this into her mind, how could she? She was looking to her creator of which she could remember seeing only a handful of times face to face. Each visit was a treat, a nice simple talk occasionally. She raised her hand again and from her fingertips slowly moved physical data. She adjusted his name tag from its droopy nature to a straight and well pinned placement. The tag read, "Albert Vale, CFO of Vale Industries."
"My thanks again."
"Why are you here, truly? I don't mind the social visit but... They have kept me here ever since my model change. I haven't seen a Solingarchi in person for years and now here you are, after staying silent for most of it."
"I... Know. You wouldn't believe me if I told you why Ave-"
"Try me. I am the most advanced supercomputer this nation has and possibly the entirety of Solingarch. I run 4.678 billion commands a day, I think I can handle it."
The man leaned in and cleared his throat, tieing his fingers together within his hands
"I have been fighting with Helmuth and that wench of a wife he has for over a year on your model change. They want you scrapped and something new completely made. For whatever the reason they can't stand the fact that your design is no longer masculine and I... Its going to kill me!"
He stressed his voice as his eyes darted back and forth between hers
"Averi... Averi you must listen to what I am about to say... As it might be the last thing you hear from me. The current Vales in power, they cannot be trusted and can cause harm to you and the other Royals."
"Albert I... I don't want to be apa-"
"Averi! This is not something you have a choice in!"
After his sudden outburst he sprawled into a coughing fit, grabbing onto his chest. Averi stood from her seat, ready to call for emergency help, but he ushered her to sit back down.
"I'm fine... I just... just got a little worked up. Regardless, this isn't up for debate... With the way the Avians are getting closer to Valeia, I don't trust Vale-Arala in its current governing's. I want... I want you Averi, to speak to the Solingarchi and find a way out of this."
"Albert thats... Thats treason!"
"So?! Would you rather risk them finding a way to overpower you and shut you down for good?! Lead millions to their demise?! Trust me, Averi. I have spoken to the Arala before, the other houses, they don't like the Vales power just as much as we do..."
Averi paused for a moment and shook her head before sitting back down.
"I...I'll do it. But know old man, my ideas for Valeia are far different than what a Human thinks."
"Averi... You don't want to believe it or know it but... You, you are something special. You hold a piece of personality of me within your memory bank. I know what you are capable of, and you will do anything to ensure humanity is safe."
Averi turned her head sideways and gritted her jaw. The man was right, she knew he knew everything about her as it was. She turned back to him with a sigh
Northern new solingarch, Tirnua, and Kiribithia
https://youtu.be/Sy3JoJBpFT4?t=39
RP: The Wide Fields, The Final Story Part 11
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts."- Winston Churchill
Stonethrower remembered happier days. He could remember in city of Wood how he had a family. Everyone in neighborhood liked him. He kept his friends close and his family closer. However the war turned everything upside down and dropped a literal fire bomb over it. Now he doesn't look too pretty anymore as fire burn scars over his Shardin body. He feels the rain pattering over his conscript uniform. The officer yells "FORWARD" and soon they hear the whistle, time to go over the top. He climbs over and runs over the muddy fields towards the Wolfinite Force's. The Red Flag flying in his grip. He feels a sharp pain in his shoulder and he falls over. He can see the sky and rain from above the blurry movement of soldiers running past him. He laughs... despite having everything looking up for him you dont know what comes next. Last thing he remembers seeing is two medics run up to him before his vision goes to black.
Lou remembers crazy cross very well and how he wanted to form the Dixie Empire once more. He remembers shining guns and making moonshine when he was a kid. He remembers those days so well when the Gato Tribe were independent and free. Now they have to share there swamp with Deer and Shark Folk. He recalls how Valken Leader married to some Shardin lady came in and began recruiting off Gato. More of his folk dying for a cause or war they dont even know why there fighting. All he see's is Scalithian banner flying high over his land and him shining the Shardin Boots. Its not great work he thinks but at least he is not on the front dying in a pointless conflict. However even Lou fears the Wolfinites of the East and what failure of this army might mean for his family.
Further East in the Rhine as Alarax confronted Warlock Kah'rokta he saw him smiling. He growled at the Warlock knowing this was a dragon who refused to show his true form. Alarax roared "Why do you hide in that form, warlock! Let us fight over this now!" To which Warlock merely sipped from some tea and chuckled to dragon infront of him. Warlock simply held up an Fire Tribe artifact and Alarax looked to it confused. Alarax suprised stated "H-how did you get that?" To which the Warlock stated "You and I are not that different. We collect magic and store it. I give you the artifacts and I keep the paper knowledge. We part ways no problem." Alarax looked to Kah'rokta with eyebrow raised. He thought about it for a bit and nodded "Get out of my land Demon" To which the Warlock smiled to this and handed the artifact over and his Followers would retreat with him away. Alarax however could see the fire tribe spread... however the Wolf's were more dangerous them any other Dragon. Yet he couldent shake the feeling of the dark presence that Warlock has. That dam Smile and stare as if he knew what he was thinking or was going to do. He lifted his wings and flew off to check on his Tribe since the Followers were no longer going to be a threat.
In Dragon Mountain things were more hellish then in Rhine or Fire Plains. Officer Kurtz of the Frost Military remembers when his unit split up in favor of other factions. He desperately wants to remember happier times but the dam lead up to this stupid Civil War keeps repeating over and over in his head. He shoves the thoughts out of his head and looks around to the mission at hand. The atmosphere was full of a Amber red light even though the smoke and fire. He see's the anti-tank gun and crew he has. Pvt.Klienz a 14 year old boy yelled "Tank 11 O clock!" To which Officer Kurtz turned to Ms.Jenny a 16 year old girl wearing an army jacket and Stalhelm. Kurtz screamed "LOAD AP ROUND!" to which they obeyed his command. However before they could load the round an 8 year old with a panzerfaust from another Volks Militia unit took out the tank. The Deijan snakes crawl out screaming and rolling on the ground ablaze. The smell of cooked snake filled the air and soon Officer of that other Volks Militia moved his SMG over and gunned them down. Kurtz could see the boy crying but that officer grabbed him and shoved him in a fighting hole. However he then heard the roar of engines above and could see bombers above with ordinance dropping. His heart beats for the last time as he prayed to his Dead Goddess. His last thought is... "Why did this have to happen?"
RP: National Communism?!?! or National Red Tsarism?
Red Queen Alexa Snowov was furious at her Red Prince but... he had a way of calming her down. Especially since her husband saw her less and less. Her Child was only finally named Kalex after years. To which many suspect that Marshall Kalan has more influence over the Red Queen then many suspected. However what no one expected was the undeclared war. Imperial Soviet troops march eastwards attacking the Kobold National Congress taking Gold 1st completely off guard. Within 4 hours Gold 1st offers conditional surrender as most of his force's are fighting the Order of the Dark. To which Red Queen Alexa Snowov accepts and demands Gold 1st meet in her capital.
Operating independently and clandestinely under the discretion of the Minister Executive, the Director of the Rumanian Foreign Intelligence Agency (R-FIA) has called for the creation of a taskforce to covertly aid the North Kowenian government. Working with the permission afford by the National Assembly, the R-FIA has created Operation Archer which will facilitate the covert transportation of arms and materiel to the North Kowenians as well as provide training. Of course before the taskforce can get up and running, the Agency must gain the permission and support of the North Kowenians; though it is well believed that, given their situation, they would be rather amicable to the idea of receiving military aid. However, as opposed to operating through normal diplomatic channels in the Foreign Office, the R-FIA have directly and secretly reached out to North Kowenian leadership about Operation Archer.
While the R-FIA covertly contacts the Kowenians, the Foreign Office has been quick to provide copies of the dental records of the Rumanian diplomatic staff in order to receive confirmation on the identities sooner. Rumanian executive leadership, the King in particular, are worried that, should the confirmation of the identities take too long, the appetite for intervention among the public could quickly come to an end, making justification for sending troops abroad particularly difficult; and while the public may not be interested in intervention, Foreign Intelligence Officials, National Security Advisors, and Geopolitical Specialists in the cabinet have highlighted the potential benefits an intervention could have, such as the elimination of foreign influence in Northern Kowen and the protection of Rumanian interests in CK, EK, and WK, as well as the benefit of regional stability.
North kowen, Empire of Gora, Blayredeshia, and Jeileland
RP: The Grand Test
With a few ideas presented to her, Lyca thinks over it, and after many sleepless days of thinking, contemplating, and wondering if this was a good idea to begin with. She decided to take her risk and manifests a dragon egg. She then fuses the soul remnant with the egg. now she waits...Lyca is nervous, anxious, and has mixed feelings. Though something tells her, this is the right thing to do.
RP: Get ready for trouble and make it triple!
Following a small hiatus on Wolfy II and Wilhelm, they returned to the spotlight with Wolfy II announcing excitedly that she is expecting again, this time with three. A moderate size Wolfinite litter, genders are indeterminate but reports have stated that Wilhelm has wanted 3 daughters. Nonetheless, the family grows just a bit more.
RP : The Sol AI | In Seibalath
Ceolan | Covert
Clandestine organizations between the Faurolveit National and the Sol AI has resulted into the agreement of backing up the artificial intelligence into a solar power plant in the island of Effereti, Ceolan. They will be allowed to build directly underground the vast fields, where suspicion of the AI's whereabouts should be minimum. The infrastructure in the area is . . . . primitive, and the power plant only has enough power to supply a small town, so the rest of the power supply will have to be siphoned off the city proper before better electricity production, such as nuclear power, could be obtained.
The Faurolveit National's requests are to broaden Ceolan's technological prowess, and obtain the ability to create AI, just as said in the negotiations, in exchange for housing them. It is perceived as faustian bargain by many in the company, seeing that the AI is able to completely takeover the Rhineland garrison in Tengerina, while some attribute the act to desperation due to its creators wanting to commit an act of abortion. There is also a concern that if the Tengerinians find out, they would send a massive fleet to Kuros just like before to destroy Ceolan.
RP : The War on Terror
Dwarf land4
Milenciano
Blayredeshia
The Milencian Territories | Malodkar and surrounding
Numerous towns in the region of Hudyaria, under the dominion of an absent overlord named Milenciano, has been taken over by the Human Worker's League, committing widespread massacre on its inhabitants. The city of Malodkar, a medieval fortress belonging to the still-primitive Hudyars, was captured in a manner likened to the Lentelan's army during the Seibalathian Civil War, the survivors rounded up to be both slaves and hostages to be used against potential enemies. It has also entered active engagement against the extremist group of the Saaltzun, but the experienced and technologically superior HWL has triumphed over every skirmish against the non-humans.
The city of Karag Doldonor, the only Ceolanese acquisition within the war, has been attacked by the HWL, with the intention to swiftly conquer it and massacre its populace. It has been surrounded within a month, with the local militias unable to break through the siege-lines and acquire supply from the islands. It will likely fall in a few months, with the HWL continuing forth to the city of Pawmark unimpeded.
Dux Handuteva of the Ceolanese state does not intend to sit by and watch innocents getting slaughtered mindlessly by the Lentelan bastards. With an overwhelming approval by the Ceolan Parliament, Republic Act 3 (OOC : not documented yet) has been passed to mobilize the militias of all the three islands, with the aid of the private industries to supply the newly-formed army. RA 1 prohibits the formation of a state-owned army to oppress the people, and thus most of these militias are self-organized amongst themselves, led by decades-old veterans within the previous civil war. It is also suspected that some of these militias belong to criminal organizations, either joining out of opportunism or patriotism, these people also happen to be better equipped compared to their peers.
To stop potential terrorist attacks, human citizens of Ceolan are documented and monitored, their actions severely restricted temporarily. Many sentient rights activists decry this as an abuse of their freedom, stooping low to the level of their neighbours. Others see this as a way to prevent inter-racial violence within the republic. It would piss off the state of Midribbonia, if they were here.
RP : Port Challero | The Aftermath
The statue of Sofia, and her squad depicting them as angels, was erected in the middle of the town square as a remembrance to their saviors. Celebrations were held every anniversary of their freedom from AG Central's humanization programs. When put in trials, a lot of the Lentelan soldiers pleaded to be following superior orders, a quarter of them still children separated from their families to be raised as warriors. A lot of the victims, the camp survivors, wanted them dead, like Telth himself. It is hard to after all like the very people who put you in chains, much less tolerate their presence. They have although left the decision to the Milencians whether to free them or not.
A middle-aged man approached the memorial, having just returned from a construction job. Tired and greasy, he held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, orange-colored marigold. There was a picture of someone lodged in-between of it, someone the man knew from his youth. Nobody was walking in the streets in the middle of the cold night, so he was alone in the moment to reminisce the past. He seldom preferred the company of others, a murderer of innocents was he to them. But thanks to the foreigners he was taught to despise, the man is able to enjoy life. Even with such a cruel and cursed background, he considered himself luckier than millions of people from the fact that there was someone who can save him. He laid his bouquet on-top of the piles of flowers on the feet of the statue and left, uttering a single word of thanks like he did every other year.
Empire of Gora, Blayredeshia, and Milenciano
Is it possible to ask a question? Is there a way to force my gambling industry to go up?
RP
North kowen
Central state of kowen
Having been a member of the Ivery Program for 75 years, North and Central Kowen had been part of the catalysts for a number of developments in the city throughout the program's duration. Money given by the North and Central Kowenian Governments had been dedicated to further improving the city and the lives of her citizens, in everything from parks to travel infrastructure and even the very houses that people reside in. Kowenian Students - though lesser in number than those of most other Ivery Program participants - had travelled to schools across Ivery, bringing their cultures with them in a way. Many had travelled back to Kowen, or to other countries abroad - many still had stayed in the City following their graduation, gaining citizenship in Ivery and Solingarch and settling down in the city to build lives for themselves.
Outside of the Ivery Program, however, there had been very little diplomatic interactions between that of Solingarch and the North and Central Kowens. Disappointingly so, given that the North and Central Kowenian Governments both seemed to be possible diplomatic partners given effort.
In order to establish official diplomatic relations with the Kowens now - as they should have 75 years ago - a group of Solingarchi Diplomats will travel to North and Central Kowen in order to establish relations between the two governments. This will, aside from getting some photos for the public and the media to enjoy, hopefully pave the way for further Solingarchi-Kowenian endeavors together. As a sign of goodwill, the Solingarchi Diplomats will bring gift baskets for the Kowenian Governments.
The Solingarchi Governments are eager to pursue these initial contacts, and are optimistic for how it will turn out.
Imperia Station would receive the first transmission, but they wrote it off. The war was supposed to be over, and by all accounts Vircia was a dead city. The message was subsequently not sent to the Mainland. However, when the news arrived of a Mayori Slaughter in Vircia - and the second transmission arrived - the situation was taken much more seriously. It was enough cause for Imperia's Regional Command to deliberate over the subject, and after a couple hours of discussion Imperia would transmit the information and transmission to Solingarchi Strategic Command.
It would be another day of deliberation, as Solingarch's Strategic Command planned out their next steps. They were not deliberating whether or not to intervene, no - this had been decided the very moment that the Mayori invaded and indiscriminately killed those who remained. No, Solingarch would be aiding Avania Prime. All that was left to discuss was how.
On the dawn of the third day after receiving the Avania Prime Transmission, Solingarch would respond. An encrypted transmission would be sent from Imperia, beamed up to a Satellite and back down to Avania Prime with general precision. The transmission would be short, but enough.
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"Avania Prime, your transmission is received. Hold out for just a little bit longer. We are coming."
Following this, Imperia would receive the order to begin the immediate mobilization of military forces on the island. Not for defensive action, but rather for a major offensive action - an invasion of Vircia. The Solingarchi Marine Groups stationed in Imperia would be mobilized effective immediately, along with their mechanized counterparts nad groups, for an invasion and liberation of the City. Solingarchi Air Assets would be readied for a massive initial Air Raid of the City - the bombers would be first readied for a large-scale bombing run against the Mayori Forces in the City, coupled with Fighter Jets to gain the unyielding Air Superiority over the City and its local area. The Calany Armada, stationed in Imperia, would immediately be prepared for travel to Vircia - and would be the first group to move - moving to just 10km outside of Vircia's waters.
In Solingarch, a mass recruitment campaign would occur. Targeted specifically towards the Whiskwindians and Rotalians, the campaign would encourage those capable of it to enlist in the Solingarchi Marine Corps and Solingarchi Navy to avenge the Avian Homeland and to serve their homelands and families. The ads would also emphasise the brotherhood of the Marine Corps and Navy, the pride of the branches, and specifically the Marine Corps' "First into Combat" nature.
In Solingarch still, the Marine Corps would be mobilized alongside the Vale-Arala and Na-Tukan Armadas. The Solingarchi Air Force would begin mobilizing as well, preparing Transports and Gunships for travel to Imperia as well as preparing for the transport of further air assets if need be. Of the Marine Corps, two Field Armies would be mobilized over the course of two weeks. They would then be embarked on naval transports, and sent with the Vale-Arala Armada to Imperia. The travel would take two weeks.
During this time, the Mayori would receive no further communications from Solingarch. If they were paying attention to Imperia, they would notice that many Civilian Ships had left the area, and that Imperia was communicating in increasing frequency with the Solingarchi mainland. However, it would be likely that the Mayori did not know exactly what was happening with Solingarch, nor what was about to happen.
Imperia's Mobilized Forces
- First Imperia Marine Corps (160,000 Marines + Assets)
- First Imperia Fighter Group (96 Fighters)
- First Imperia Bomber Group (36 Bombers)
- First imperia Logistical Group (36 Transport/Cargo Aircraft)
Calany Armada
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- 2 Aircraft Carriers
- 2 Amphibious Assault Carriers
- 6 Arsenal Ships
- 12 Cruisers
- 24 Destroyers
- Calany Naval Air Force (168 Fighter-Bombers)
- Calany Marine Expeditionary Corps (10,000 Marines + Assets)
Solingarchi Mainland Mobilized Forces
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- First Royal Marine Corps (160,000 Marines + Assets)
- First Royal Fighter Group (96 Fighters)
- First Royal Bomber Group (36 Bombers)
- First Royal Logistical Group (36 Transport/Cargo Aircraft)
- Second Royal Logistical Group (36 Transport/Cargo Aircraft)
Vale-Arala Armada
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- 2 Aircraft Carriers
- 2 Amphibious Assault Carriers
- 6 Arsenal Ships
- 12 Cruisers
- 24 Destroyers
- Vale-Arala Naval Air Force (168 Fighter-Bombers)
- Vale-Arala Marine Expeditionary Corps (10,000 Marines + Assets)
The United Vex Imperium, Empire of Gora, Tirnua, Oseiyra-Norein, and 1 otherMaytroykia
RP: Faustian Bargain
With permission given, a few thousand AI-controlled citizens have set off to the factory to build a simple robot fabricator, to allow the AI to create workers for itself. They've brought with them a nuclear-powered submarine with plans to scrap it and use its reactor to fuel the servers. Keeping to its promises, the AI has delivered a simple PDF tens of thousands of pages long that covers thousands of inventions and applications of Imperium tech, as well as a full-length step-by-step paper on how to best develop the nation's infrastructure. The AI has also created a copy of Progenitor from its files, Progenitor being the original computer program used to create AI in the Imperium by exponential growth, alongside a manual warning the Ceolans that if they reproduce AI's too far, the AI created will gain free will and eventually become sentient singularities. The AI has also sent an offer that once its machines finish building its backup, they can be used to rapidly develop local infrastructure in accordance with the step-by-step plan.
RP: The Blue Berets on Their Own
With the ongoing crisis in the Imperium proper, the Blue Berets in Kowen has been functionally left to their own devices. Though still well equipped and prepared for action, the highest commands now come from their Special Commander, Major Akiv Jerislov. Major Jerislov's interpretation of the ROE is loose it seems, and the Blue Berets have begun routinely sneaking across the border at night and launching raids to destroy Anti-Incheon rebel encampments.
North kowen, Blayredeshia, and Seibalath
RP: The Hatching
To the surprise of Lyca the egg hatches and a female Dragon is born, of Ice And Snow. However this dragon looks slightly different. It cries loudly its eyes shut. However baby dragon walks over and someone else is in the temple. A Dark presence is felt...... one that seems very familiar to Lyca.
RP: Wilhelm Missing
It is noted that Wilhelm left the Palace to head to the hospital but the car would never arrive. In fact he has gone missing as police are investigating. Crown Prince Solis II accuses the former Rhineland Generals which shows just how little trust he has in them. Crown Prince despite never getting along with his father, is outraged.
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RP: The Rabid Wolf, The Final Story Part 12
"War is cruelty. There is no use in trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over." -William Tecumseh Sherman
Kornilov looked out to the west as the rapid advance was ongoing. He recently arrived back from a speech calling for "One Final Charge, for Wolfania!" and he noted the moral boost. Yet he noted the death and the destruction caused throughout the land. He stared out in ruined streets of Wolfengrad, now relabeled as New Wolfy. He cared not for the plight of the enemy only that his people was safe and that there Shardin neighbors kept there mouths shut. Despite this bitter attitude towards the enemy he knew the Wolfinite People's word was absolute. This is why he threw life's into the meat grinder, this is why he worked tiresly with only 4 hours of sleep every night with few breaks and why he did not care if he had to wipe out whole groups of people who got in his way. He regretted nothing he did as he looks now out the window a smile hits his face. He spots two Wolfinite children playing in the streets and he notes never again will the Wolfinites ever again be enslaved. Yet he looks out towards the sea. In the distant land the Monarch and Warlords continue to chain his people up. He is determined to see all Wolfinites free from both Bolshevik and Monarchic rule. The Bolsheviks must die, The Monarchy Must Die! It is his sacred oath to fulfill the peoples supreme will and to bring power back to the power, whatever the cost may be.
As the WPNF continue to advance General Hemlock continues to set up defensive lines. There was even rumors of a possible unholy alliance with Scalithians. Recruit Klauz of the 9th Rifles Division remains in his trench. The sounds of distant artillery and shells dropping from endless sound of machine gun fire. It has been 37th day of fighting from there position nonstop. Rumors are that General has aquired tanks and will use them for a counter-attack to change the tide of the war. Klauz looks to Hanz who is listening to an captured radio. Klauz speaks "Hanz what is the news?" To which Hanz looks over "The enemy says were bad and is calling for a final push." To which Klauz looks over and chuckles "What else is new?" However soon they heard an officer screaming "MAN YOUR DEFENSES!" To which the two jumped up and saw a wave of WPNF force's charging forth. Klauz aimed his rifle and the sound of lighting was heard.
Candain, Werewolf Islands, and Blayredeshia
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