The Hole To Hide InBoard

Dwarf land4 wrote:

RP: Study
The Lirana government begins a program to measure amounts of immigration, with KERU (Alingarch, Evacasia, Etrius), Schwypian, North kowenian, Xin-Fael (Fiercewood), Wolfinite (Werewolf Islands), Artaecusian and Rumanian (Rumanian States) immigrants being encouraged to register at their nearest station, with a financial bonus being offered. In addition, any North Kowenian immigrants are now able to gain citizenship under less strict terms.
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May 3rd, 2194 ADB (August 11 2119)

RP: Citizenship Hopping

A group of political scientists wanted to go study in Dwarf Land4 for a extended period of time. Doge Land Air denied their visas when they attempted to go.

They recently found out a way to circumvent the system- triple citizenship. The scientists would register (or at least attempt to) for citizenship in the Rumanian States, and then would jump on a boat to Dwarf Land4 and register for citizenship there. When they were finished studying, they would take a plane to Rumania, and then hop on another plane to Doge Land City.

The Republic recently found this out and has prosecuted the political scientists for Illegal Possession of Citizenship (The IPC status can be used for illegal immigrants and people with invalid Doge Landian identification who have been living there for an extended period of time. It is also used for citizenship dilemmas such as this one.)

Icewindia wrote:

RP: A Nation in Despair, Weakened by a War Defeated.

Emperor Hemlock flies to Nonadia himself with Admiral Catherine, His Army Cheifs and some members of government representing his Political Factions. He Asks the Treaty Signing be recorded so future Generations and future Nonadians understand Clearly Emperor Hemlock's Reasons for coming to the Table.

He Purposes Treaty of Lovin:
-Icewindia will pay for 10 Trillion Nanoes of Damage
-Kosama and Republicans are Pardoned if they agree to cease activities.
-Icewindia is to Lower her Military Numbers to 200,000 of one of Defence rather then Offensive.
-Icewindia takes sole blame for the Nonadian Dispair.

The Reactionaries walk out of the Treaty Room refusing to sign such a humiliating Treaty. In Which Emperor Hemlock has them arrested as he and his Loyal Staff signs the Treaty and offers pen to Queen Lovin. He Apologizes to the Queen and the People of Nonadia asking the Sole Blame Rest on himself and not the Icewindian People.

RP: Border Guards.

Icewindian Border Guards in that Region are Wolfinites and Shardin Dharkolfians Operating there and many are Sympathetic to the DRA. However some accept bribes looking the other way for 500,000 Ice Stone Per 5 Minutes. However time is limited as Border Guards are being replaced slowly with Lizardmen Icewindians due to this known Sympathies and Bribery.

RP: Payment
Using funds from their large corporate donors the CoF attempts to bribe the more sympathetic border guards to allow them entry into Icewindia so they can carry on with their plans of attacking leftist strikers and DRA militants in Dharkolfia.

RP: A Future Asset
Up until now the relationship between Prince Napoleon of Icewindia and Prince Wilhelm von Krieg has been quite comical as the young Wilhelm balances his playboy lifestyle with raising an infant Icewindia of a species he knows nothing about. The chaotic nature of this came to an end upon the intervention of the Confederate Intelligence Service and Grand Admiral Armand de la Croix. Grand Admiral de la Croix and Prince Wilhelm came to an agreement where the young Prince Napoleon would be educated in a military school under the influence of de la Croix and the CIS with the goal of using training and propaganda to turn Napoleon into a valuable asset although he will still be in the custody of Prince Wilhelm who has grown attached to the young Napoleon, and with about 11 years remaining before the 3 year old is due to return to Icewindia one can only imagine what the influence of the far-right extremist monarchism in Blayredeshia will have on the young prince.

RP: Naval Rebirth
Earlier today the Imperial Ministry of War’s Department of the Navy announced that a re-armament plan designed by Rear-Admiral Thomas O’Malley and approved by Grand Admiral de la Croix would soon go into effect. The plan seeks to begin overhauling and updating the weapon systems of Blayredeshia’s 467 Warships, 3 Aircraft Carriers, and 14 Submarines. The plan also approved the creation of more ships within the next 30 years that would bring the total number of Blayredeshian ships to 543 Warships, 5 Aircraft Carriers, and 20 Submarines. The plan is the latest headline among a broader Blayredeshian militarization as many suspect the Grand Admiral is preparing the Confederacy for another possible Great War.

Nonadia wrote:

| RP: Konnul Project |
| 28th July, 2119

Nonadia has put down a new project, named The Kolay Tunnel (Or Konnel). Nonadia has sent a request to Comaraka for them to help work on building the underground subway connecting the two nations. The estimated price for such a big project would be around 8 billion nanoes (16 million USD). The subway would make travel a lot more open between the two nations, and it make it easier for business. Ticket prices would be 20 nanoes (40 USD), which could end up making the tunnel profitable for both governments.

RP: The Council accepts but lower the ticket price
The Iron Council accepts the deal but asks to lower the ticket prices to 10 neos (20 USD)to make sure that people get a fair wage of prices.

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Icewindia wrote:

The Atomic Schism
RP: Incoming Troops.

Of the 200,000 Troops in Frost Islands the Garrison of Prison Island is 50,000 and 20,000 Infantry move Forward to engage the Landings. Infantry Mortars begin to fire on the Position and LMG teams begin to lay down Suppressing Fire as Infantry begin engaging the Enemy. Others are setting up M116 Howitzers aka 75MM Pack Artillery.

Holy Republic: Morale Low

The battalion sent to reestablish Prison Islands fort has suffered a tremendous defeat at the hands of the Icewindian forces. Much of the battalion was quickly torn apart by the machine gun teams before the Icewindian infantry ever got close. Realizing the battle was lost before it ever began, the Holy Republic forces desperately attempted to retreat back across the channel to the mainland, only for most of their ships to be destroyed by the artillery.

Meanwhile in the Borderlands, the City of Midville has been captured with extraordinary ease by the combined Basaran and Dominold forces. The defending army of Midville, already disheartened by various reports of defeat and being largely outnumbered were quick to surrender as the invading army entered the suburbs. The citizens of Midville, while initially hostile, also quickly came to accept the occupational forces as Dominold troops began passing out food and water to many of the city's homeless.

With the loss of such an important city and riots continuously breaking out across the nation, Regent Ddovtole has ordered several thousand more troops from Fort Embark to return to the Borderlands and reinforce the front lines, but many in the high clergy fear that as Dominold Forces begin marching south, it is already too late for the Holy Republic.

Dominold: Retaking the Atomic Schism

On the opposite side however, morale has never been higher as the Dominold army not only began marching to Stonaville, but also towards Expedition as new recruits join the fray. The City of Stonaville, like Midville fell quickly to occupation, with the city's rioters aiding in disrupting the Holy Republic's stationed army. Now, with Royalberg just a metropolis away from the main invasion force, President Sózei briefly visited the front lines to commend the soldiers bravery "in the face of tyranny and destruction." The President also personally thanked the Basaran troops for their help, naming them "the bravest soldiers in Kalrania."

With the war far in their favor now, President Sózei has requested to be present as High Priestess Svteaer's trial in Liranaholm (Dwarf land4) along with a number of diplomats. Furthermore, as the Dominold Republic has taken control of more towns and cities, Chancellor Achouered has begun the initiation of a "reformation programs" to return the Atomic Schism back to its pre-Holy Republic status. The programs have included the reopening of secular, free tuition schools, the dissolution of religiously back government positions, the reconstruction of important cultural buildings and much more. The programs have already seen much resistance by the population, with many of the youth reluctant to let go of what they spent much of their life growing up with. Nevertheless, Provincial Dominold has already made massive progress in the programs, no doubt thanks to its secular history.

Cenagrad wrote:

RP: Cenagrad requests assistance from Evve Terre

Nearly 32 years ago in the summer of 2088 the Letanrican Federation between Cenagrad, Evve terre and New Cadaria collapsed, leaving Cenagrad to maintain the military defenses built prior to its fall under a scaled back budget. With the return of normal relations between Cenagrad and Evve Terre the Cenagradian City Council requests monetary funding to maintain the islands defenses. It is in Evve Terre’s best interests to help maintain the island’s defenses because the island could be used as a staging area against Evve Terre should it ever fall.

RP: Of Course!
The Evven government, with little opposition of the idea in the government body, plans to offer the same amount of steady funding that it had given to Cenagrad before the fall of the Let-Fed.

Dwarf land4 wrote:

RP: Study
The Lirana Marine Exploration Institute has sent a ship out to the Northern Orinaca after reports surfaced of a landmass located in the region. There are doubts, however, that any reports will be released to the public for several months after the government receives the reports, after previous government reports having the same happen to them.

RP: Place of Frozen Sky

The Riyetaroko archipelago. While not the northermost of lands, the pecularities of wind and ocean currents buried the lands among endless stretches of glacier. Through most of the year, the northern ice packs were a near-solid wall that may as well have had 'non plus ultra' inscribed on them. But during the brief summer, the ice receded just enough to reveal the existence of land to the rare passer-by, or to one of the satellites circling above Kalrania. The existence of land was but an academic curiosity, one last piece of terra incognita, as the archipelago was certainly far too barren for the presence of anything of note. Or so it might appear at first glance.

The whaler Gnirtusk slid off an iceberg and into the sea, sending up a mighty splash. The drenched sailors stopped pulling, and hauled in the heavy punting skids that had gotten them back to the water. After drying off by the boiler, the crew returned to lower the sails, allowing the iron-hulled windjammer to speed along.

"No whales yet, skipper." Said First Officer Rhol, poking her head out of the hatch in the forecastle's whaleskin ceiling. The wind stung her ears as she peered through snowgoggles at the steep slopes of Rakow island. Far in the distance, a patch of fog glowed, the forges at the top of Terror island barely visible.

Captain Arce, a scrawny fellow with a pendant of wind, was the next to poke his head through the hatch. "We're really flying along, we'll find ourselves whale yet. It's their feeding season, and that means it's ours too." He felt a poke and ducked back into the fore shelter, only to see his arar (dog) whining. "What deep philosophy's going through your mind, Spark?" Arce asked the pup, who panted in response.

"'I'm hungry', probably." Mused Rhol, whose own stomach was growling. "If you look out long enough, the icebergs start taking on shapes. See? That one's a sandwich, that one's a fish, there goes a bottle of wine, and I think that's a giant floating steak."

"Move aside" Grumbled Arce, his eyes rolling. "What's with everyone and food, anyhow? If you're hungry, the proper thing is to take your mind off it. Let's see..." he peered out into the deep blue polar waters. "That 'berg looks like an anvil. See? And that looks like a drum."

"Ooh, they really do!" chirped the first officer, as they both took turns looking out of the hatch. "And over there, that one looks like a child and a bison trapped in ice!"

"You've got quite the imagination" Chuckled the Captain, before a glint caught his eye. "Ooh, and you see that iceberg way over to starboard, in the distance? That one looks kind of like a ship!"

The two popped alternatively in and out of the single hatch, peering into the chilling wind. Rhol made a mental note to install a second hatch in the whaleskin ceiling, as the only other way would be going on deck. And nobody wanted to go on deck for long, not compared to the relative warmth of the disc-shaped carbide lamps.

"Waaaait a minute" Said Rhol, with dawning suspicion. "That's not a ship-shaped iceberg. That's an iceberg-shaped ship! Well, it's a ship, anyway."

The captain pulled several levers, and, with the ticking of gears, a series of 'dolmens', walls with an aperture to focus light, extended from the foredeck and wrapped around the hatch. Nobody on Riyetarok had ever gotten around to inventing a portable telescope, but the dolmens zoomed in enough for Arce's face to crease with worry.

"A ship." He confirmed, frantically. "No sails, it must be oar-driven."

"You think those folks from the monastery are trying to steal our catches?" Asked Rhol, confused as to the captain's apparent state of panic.

"No, nothing so simple." Said Arce dismissively. "I have the complete set of navigation cylinder-seals, a list of every type of ship or boat among these islands. These have to be outsiders."

"Outsiders!? Are they here to steal our kidneys?" Screeched a midshipman, ducking into the cabin just in time to hear the last sentence.

"I'd worry more about them being here to execute us heretics." Said Arce grimly. "The last incursion was hundreds of years ago, but we thought they'd forgotten back then, too." "Sound to quarters!" He barked to the midshipman, then to Rhol when the junior officer failed to move.

The crew reluctantly assembled on deck in their parkas, loading gunpowder into a pair of harpoon-guns in the bow and stern. Forgotten in the blind rush, Spark the dog briefly mused about the excitement, and instead decided to go see if the kitchen door had been left open.

Everyone stared out on that strange vessel on the horizon, growing slowly closer as the Gnirtusk turned towards her.

"Koz." Began Rhol, turning to one of the junior lieutenants. "Can you make it back home from here?"

"As long as I'm not swimming, ma'am."

With a nod from the captain, the first officer pointed to one of the two boats on deck. "Take a sea-sledge and a pair of dogs. Get to Rakow and tell them strangers are here. Captain, should we assume they're hostile?"

"...no." Ventured Arce hesitantly. "So sayeth the great philosopher my mother, 'some fear something so much that they bring it about themselves.' There are tales of shipwreck survivors cast here from afar, years ago. They told us much, but most of all that the world has changed, that it is split between many powerful nations, each with their own agendas. I will not write their intention for them and fire the first shot. See if you can signal them."

So the Gnirtusk sailed towards the Lirana ship. As it did, a whistle blew loudly, a device powered by the kitchen furnace.

RP: Boat
A Lirana research vessel has been sent to the Southern oceans to research Polar life. The predicted course would take it right past the coast of Xotrayjan. No precaution has been taken to defend it, but two additional long range radios have been placed aboard in case of a problem in the south

OOC:
I love how West kowen j launched nukes at Rumanian States lol

Dwarf land4 wrote:

RP: Hallo?
The Lirana ship responds
“This is the Lirana research vessel Intrepid, on a trip to the south. And you?”

RP

Opgepasst! stoppen direkt Bewegung!

Riyetarok
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKHaBpnVxmM
RP: 3 Unknown Ships and the Land Dreadnought.

Three Ice Breakers are spotted far in distance.... the smoke was the first sign of them trailing in the cold unforgiving sky. Little would these Explorers know of there struggle ahead. Most of them were Wolfinites and Shardin. Used to the Cold Tundra back home.... but not this Cold.... these lands reminded them of the Dead Artic hell in Eastern Icewindia. The Icewindians... the Lizard-men leading the Expedition were used to this cold... but something felt different here then at home.

Captain Ken-Yashi of the 3rd Atomic Expedition belonging to an Military Family is a Veteran of the Wolfinite-Icewindian and Icewindian Civil War. His Wrinkles show.... however his Officers only 5 in number belong to wealthy Elite they are trained but have no experience in War. The Rest are mere Working Class Workers with there Famalies desperate for a New Life in Frost Islands. But as captain Ken-Yashi checks his maps he realizes this is not the Atomic Schism. Yet he has orders to settle on the Frost Islands.... Yet an GPS Error by Icewindian Command says there in Atomic. So the expedition commences as the Ships begin to unload an Giant Land Dreadnaught to ferry the Expedition over The Still, Cold World.

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Riyetarok wrote:

RP: Place of Frozen Sky

The Riyetaroko archipelago. While not the northermost of lands, the pecularities of wind and ocean currents buried the lands among endless stretches of glacier. Through most of the year, the northern ice packs were a near-solid wall that may as well have had 'non plus ultra' inscribed on them. But during the brief summer, the ice receded just enough to reveal the existence of land to the rare passer-by, or to one of the satellites circling above Kalrania. The existence of land was but an academic curiosity, one last piece of terra incognita, as the archipelago was certainly far too barren for the presence of anything of note. Or so it might appear at first glance.

The whaler Gnirtusk slid off an iceberg and into the sea, sending up a mighty splash. The drenched sailors stopped pulling, and hauled in the heavy punting skids that had gotten them back to the water. After drying off by the boiler, the crew returned to lower the sails, allowing the iron-hulled windjammer to speed along.

"No whales yet, skipper." Said First Officer Rhol, poking her head out of the hatch in the forecastle's whaleskin ceiling. The wind stung her ears as she peered through snowgoggles at the steep slopes of Rakow island. Far in the distance, a patch of fog glowed, the forges at the top of Terror island barely visible.

Captain Arce, a scrawny fellow with a pendant of wind, was the next to poke his head through the hatch. "We're really flying along, we'll find ourselves whale yet. It's their feeding season, and that means it's ours too." He felt a poke and ducked back into the fore shelter, only to see his arar (dog) whining. "What deep philosophy's going through your mind, Spark?" Arce asked the pup, who panted in response.

"'I'm hungry', probably." Mused Rhol, whose own stomach was growling. "If you look out long enough, the icebergs start taking on shapes. See? That one's a sandwich, that one's a fish, there goes a bottle of wine, and I think that's a giant floating steak."

"Move aside" Grumbled Arce, his eyes rolling. "What's with everyone and food, anyhow? If you're hungry, the proper thing is to take your mind off it. Let's see..." he peered out into the deep blue polar waters. "That 'berg looks like an anvil. See? And that looks like a drum."

"Ooh, they really do!" chirped the first officer, as they both took turns looking out of the hatch. "And over there, that one looks like a child and a bison trapped in ice!"

"You've got quite the imagination" Chuckled the Captain, before a glint caught his eye. "Ooh, and you see that iceberg way over to starboard, in the distance? That one looks kind of like a ship!"

The two popped alternatively in and out of the single hatch, peering into the chilling wind. Rhol made a mental note to install a second hatch in the whaleskin ceiling, as the only other way would be going on deck. And nobody wanted to go on deck for long, not compared to the relative warmth of the disc-shaped carbide lamps.

"Waaaait a minute" Said Rhol, with dawning suspicion. "That's not a ship-shaped iceberg. That's an iceberg-shaped ship! Well, it's a ship, anyway."

The captain pulled several levers, and, with the ticking of gears, a series of 'dolmens', walls with an aperture to focus light, extended from the foredeck and wrapped around the hatch. Nobody on Riyetarok had ever gotten around to inventing a portable telescope, but the dolmens zoomed in enough for Arce's face to crease with worry.

"A ship." He confirmed, frantically. "No sails, it must be oar-driven."

"You think those folks from the monastery are trying to steal our catches?" Asked Rhol, confused as to the captain's apparent state of panic.

"No, nothing so simple." Said Arce dismissively. "I have the complete set of navigation cylinder-seals, a list of every type of ship or boat among these islands. These have to be outsiders."

"Outsiders!? Are they here to steal our kidneys?" Screeched a midshipman, ducking into the cabin just in time to hear the last sentence.

"I'd worry more about them being here to execute us heretics." Said Arce grimly. "The last incursion was hundreds of years ago, but we thought they'd forgotten back then, too." "Sound to quarters!" He barked to the midshipman, then to Rhol when the junior officer failed to move.

The crew reluctantly assembled on deck in their parkas, loading gunpowder into a pair of harpoon-guns in the bow and stern. Forgotten in the blind rush, Spark the dog briefly mused about the excitement, and instead decided to go see if the kitchen door had been left open.

Everyone stared out on that strange vessel on the horizon, growing slowly closer as the Gnirtusk turned towards her.

"Koz." Began Rhol, turning to one of the junior lieutenants. "Can you make it back home from here?"

"As long as I'm not swimming, ma'am."

With a nod from the captain, the first officer pointed to one of the two boats on deck. "Take a sea-sledge and a pair of dogs. Get to Rakow and tell them strangers are here. Captain, should we assume they're hostile?"

"...no." Ventured Arce hesitantly. "So sayeth the great philosopher my mother, 'some fear something so much that they bring it about themselves.' There are tales of shipwreck survivors cast here from afar, years ago. They told us much, but most of all that the world has changed, that it is split between many powerful nations, each with their own agendas. I will not write their intention for them and fire the first shot. See if you can signal them."

So the Gnirtusk sailed towards the Lirana ship. As it did, a whistle blew loudly, a device powered by the kitchen furnace.

RP: Poke
The Lirana research ship crew begins discussing among themselves what to do with this new ship, with groups advocaating to both leave it and contact it. With a majority finally asserting themself, the decision is made to contact it, as the ship slows to a halt