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RP: Contracting some Labor
As part of the construction of numerous carriers, including the S.I.N Mikhov I, the planned supercarrier and flagship of the Sol Imperium Navy, the Sol Invictus has reached out to their neighbor Blayredeshia requesting that the Imperium be permitted to hire some dockyards to aide in the construction.
RP: Gun runs from the Vitorran Crime Syndicate (Secret to all but crime groups in Atraland and Kowenian states)
The Vitorran Crime Syndicate has recently begun shipping rifles, explosives, and ammo to the various states of Kowen, seeking to sell them to whoever will pay.
RP: Benthem 3 CBASW FAE Weapon
Development of a new ASW weapon to be used by both the Imperium and Archron empire has finished today. The weapon is planned to a silo-based cluster weapon, where multiple will fire out and target a ship, overwhelming defenses. Specifics on the weapon are kept under wraps, with only select members of the TNL being party to them.
RP: Continued efforts in East kowen
The ISD has ramped up efforts to subvert East Kowen to nationalism, with a doubling in active agents deployed in the area. The ISD is making attempts to contact nationalist groups in East Kowen, seeking to radicalize them into action and possibly provide funding for their efforts.
RP: A Royal Wedding
The Sol Invictus has announced that tomorrow is to be the day of the wedding between Sol Minor Aleksandre Mikhov II, heir to the throne of the Imperium, to the daughter of a prominent Blayredeshia fascist politician. The wedding is planned to occur at the Cathedral of the Seekers, which has spent the past few weeks being decorated in lavish furnishings for the wedding. A week of celebrations are planned to occur after.
RP: The awarding of the Solis Metir to Rose
To honor Rose of the Archron empires continued aid to the Imperium, the Imperium has invited her to come to the Cathedral of the Seekers to receive the Solis Metir, an award for piety and defense of Wolevan Solism.
RP: Lifting Sanctions
With the 
Kiamai lifting their ban on the local shinist temples the trade and other sanctions set upon the Kiamaians involved in Rekken are lifted as a response.
RP: Gift back
Welcoming The charleslandian delegation and their gifts, the Rekkenian high-throne has gathered and sent a gift back.
The gift would include:
-1lx24-pack of Red Pentagon Vodka,
-Rekkenian delicacies like kalakukko
-A litter of four Demiran Desert Cat kittens
-A letter sealed with the seal of the Rekkenian high-throne.
The letter would have a reminder of the Rekkenian trade route and free trade policies on non-government monopolized fields in within Rekken (movement of goods through and trade by foreign companies on non-government monopolized fields like alcohol and glass industries within Rekken is completely legal, even encouraged as long as the field-specific tariffs are payed as usual).
The letter would also contain an add for RIG convoy escort services aimed for companies trading through Rekken.
{ RP | Another Plan, Perhaps? }
The arrival of the Xin-Fael battleship at Essence would mark the first time any people or vessels had reached the Athejian islands in two years, and they were likely to be the last for the time being. The carnage that permeated the city would be a terrifying sight to behold. Xin-Fael personnel often shared stories about the awesome angelic peoples of the Athejian islands and many believed them invincible. Of course, the Conglagateian War proved that sentiment wrong, but still, the myth persisted among the ranks of the Federation. To see so much carnage, both angelic and demonic, was too much for many of the sailors aboard the Tseng Wuxin to bear.
Captain Auresse Elsinore would lead her team to meet with the Sword Saints, making their way through the ruins of the once-bustling city. The swirling mass in the backdrop gave the whole situation an ominous feel, and rightly so. Entering into the meeting room with her lieutenant, Gi Nakasa, the pair would listen in on the consulting of the various Sword Saints and, to their surprise, the Icewindian leader Esolda. After hearing Esolda's... simple plan, Captain Elsinore would pipe up.
Elsinore: "So what tactics have we tried? I'm not sure the continuous shelling is doing anything but keeping that at bay, and we certainly can't just fly in there without any protection. I also doubt that killing everything that comes out of there is a viable long-term solution. I figure the best solution is to go in there and stop whatever unholy abomination is at play. Do wards have any effect in breaching the storm?"
RP »» Kalranian Football Association; Week 7!
Redpeppers 33 Tirnua 13
Ponticianre 10 
Nonadia 26
The Atomic Schism 49 Northern new solingarch 20
Candain 34 Blayredeshia 24
Etrius 38 Kiamai 13
Dharkolfia 18 Reru tanda 21
Schwypia 22 Evacasia 21
Khosrau 16 Icewindia 24
Archron empire 14 Evve terre 33
Dwarf land4 51 Basaran 6
OORP
There's a football league? Sick!! How do I join?
RP: Navy Building
The Imperial Minister of War George Ewell made an announcement earlier today granting 
Woleve Atraland permission to lease the aid of 5 of Blayredeshia's southernmost ports in order to construct their ships. Several dockmasters have been made aware of and await contact from the Atraland representatives for specifics and logistics.
RP: A Delegation fit for a Wedding
The Office of Emperor Blayre IV have sent word to Sol Invictus that the Emperor, his wife Empress Anne, his son Prince Blayre, his daughter Princess Octavia will be in attendance for the wedding in addition to the Bride's father Jakob O'Fallamhain and his wife/the bride's mother Catherine. Other noted attendees will be Chancellor Calhoun Wallace, Dixian Governor Hiram Long, and retired General in Chief and now IFP Senator Wallace Thurmond and their wives.
DER STAATSBERICHT # 1
"Was auch immer im Staat passiert, bleibt im Staat."
"What happens in the State, Stays in the state."
Allen geht es gut im Staat. Das würde jeder verbalisieren, aber in Bezug auf die Authentizität ist das Leben im Staat schrecklich, wenn Sie nicht für den Himmel als würdig erachtet werden. Diejenigen, die es nicht wert sind, werden zu einer Halbpension in Hölle und Verdammnis verurteilt. Obwohl sie auf dem Boden, an dem sie an Tore gefesselt sind, Tag für Tag dem Bergbau gehören, sind die "nicht makellosen" schmutzigen "Bewohner" bloße Werkzeuge des Regimes.
All are doing well in the state. That is what anyone would verbalize but in authenticity, life in the State is horrible if you aren't deemed worthy for the heavens. Those not worthy are sentenced to a sempiternity in hell and damnation. Though on the ground where they are shackled to gates they are owned by mining day out in and day in the "Non-pristine" dirty "denizens" are mere implements to the Regime.
The Great Proletarian Reform!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSyJKgSyAWc
After the fall of Beilan, the People's Liaoxian had entered a massive time of economic transition. The single greatest land reform movement in history had recently taken place, giving lands back to the people through means of sprawling agrarian communes and heavy industrial blocks. As the indoctrinated red guard lead the enthusiastic march to a simpler life free from the complexities and abuses of the Nian Dynasty, the Revolutionary Party of the Beloved Motherland began to shift its priorities into the long-term liberation of the worker from the shackles of foreign capitalism. Thusly, it fell on the Party and Liaoxianic Revolutionary Red Army to form society into the revolutionary principle of discipline and martyr-like fervor.
The first target of destruction? Euphorium. Through either direct selling or indirect smuggling, it had become an epidemic in the Nian Dynasty's ruling period, keeping the proletariat in poverty and hindering national production by its lethality. As Section 1 of the Party's "Cleanliness and Order" notice of the Revolutionary Purification and Pacification Agenda for the Foundation of the Nation had declared, any Euphorium found in the country would be promptly and securely burned, and any addicts sent to the mines or farmlands to shed their old afflictions through the detoxifying process of work.
Evve terre would be referred to as a nation of "two-faced scoundrels" and publicly called out upon the 1st Party Congress for the alleged origination of the drug. "They have brought the pride of our nation and sanctity of our Party into question through their de-regulation of this violent substance, which invariably lead to a worldwide black market." Comrade Congressman Pi Xifeng would declare to the sound of roaring applause.
Another target for criticism would be remnants of the old Nian culture which inherently promoted gluttony and mindless lust. Party members would be seen enthusiastically smashing apart porcelain and ivory sculptures of the bourgeoise. Former landlords would be tried and hung for their long-stretching abuse of the peasantry in public mock trials. Any literature counter-intuitive to the Party's message would be burnt, all in the name of consolidating the rule of the worker.
As the Maoist state looks beyond its borders towards the neighboring states of Etrius, 
Empire of Gora, and Areleand, one could only hope that things in Liaoxian mellow out soon.
RP: News
It was a quiet day at the Office of the President when a team of Secret Service agents entered the room with Minister of Defense Alphonse Hunt at the helm. President Hoffman almost dared question it, but he knew his place; he knew who was really in charge. As Minister Hunt took the seat on the other end of the President's desk, his security detail exited the room. Hunt's cold eyes locked with Hoffman's, sending a stinging twitch down his spine. Part of Hoffman wanted to break from underneath his thumb. He hated this act of corruption with every fiber of his being; he just wanted to be a good President. Yet here he was, a puppet to his own Minister, the mastermind behind the encroaching full takeover.
"President Hoffman, its time I briefed you on a... troubling matter," Hunt stated in his gruff, unrelenting voice. "A few months ago, I received a call from Blayredeshia. They told us, now get this, to 'back Boran's claim to the throne.'" President Hoffman's brow raised and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"What?" He exclaimed, taken aback. "What does that even mean? Who is 'Boran'?"
"I had no clue either, so I did a bit of digging," Hunt explained. "Turns out she's the younger sister of the Emperor of Khosrau, daughter of the exiled Solara Anushirawan-Alore. Even worse, this Boran is here in Schwypia attempting to lead a coup and reinstall the monarchy."
"A monarchist plot..." Hoffman's voice trailed off as he looked down to his desk. He was quite familiar with the Anushirawan-Aloreian line, as he had long taught it when he was a professor. The matriarch of the line, Dawn Alore, had seized control of the nation almost exactly 100 years ago, give a few months. In truth, he admired the work of the now deposed royal family. For a moment, he thought of himself on the Royal Council by the Monarch's side, but shook away the thoughts as his head rocked from side to side. "So, what's the plan then?"
"Blayredeshia threatens to cut us off if we don't comply. Heh, how resolute of them... and utterly useless. Just another mean to an end, I say. Screw 'em. They don't want to give us guns any more? Pfha! We have no need for their simple trinkets. We control the army, the navy, and hold a coalition majority in Parliament. We have no need for them any more."
"Then... what of Boran?"
"Simple: eliminate her."
RP: Boran: In Too Deep
100 years ago, Boran's grandmother took control of a nation. It seemed almost scary how history repeated itself, so Boran observed. Seeing the people around her, she could tell the Schwypians didn't know exactly what to think. Should they be celebrating a national hero, or would that undermine the Republic? Regardless, it was undoubtable that Dawn was still seen as that shining hero. This was proven by the face that watched them on their 50 Xollak notes and by the thirty foot statue of her in the city's downtown. Yet Boran feared that they would fear when the time came. It would be natural, of course, as she would be speaking treason, but she ultimately hoped that they would at least listen, even if they trembled during. She would reveal herself in early October to align the event with Queen Dawn's Coup: October 8th-October 11th, 2035. But for Boran, it would be different. There would be no military coup, just a call to arms. She would reveal the intentions of the current administration and, ultimately, stop the Nationalist Mastermind from usurping the nation; this would be her test of strength.
Just then, a suppressed, yet ever-prevalent bang rippled through the dusk air. The bricks of the building mere inches from her face exploded from a bullet's impact, slashing her cheeks with the debris. Thinking fast, Boran dived behind the dumpster in the adjacent alleyway.
An assassin! Boran rapidly thought. Who's work is this? It couldn't be Alois; I don't think he has the heart. Could it be?... Boran stopped thinking; there wasn't time. Weaving her way through the alley, she emerged several blocks away and hailed a cab. She didn't even remember where she told the cab driver to go, she just knew it wasn't home and that she'd given him a lot of money. Her mind lingered on the visage of death which confronted her not moments before. She rubbed at her raw cheeks, reflecting on just how close she'd come to death. She knew the government was now after her. Who else could it be? Well, it didn't matter to her. She knew it would happen eventually. She would have to be more cautious from here on out. And that would start now; she had a meeting to attend.
Archron empire. Roma. I'm coming.
RP: Zeta
Before Boran boarded her flight for Archron, she felt a rumble in her pocket. Odd, who would call at this late hour? At the E-16 terminal gate in Milare International Airport, she raised her phone to her face. There was no number on the screen; it simply read 'Unknown.' She didn't care.
She raised the phone to one ear and said, "Hello?"
"Hello Boran," a robotically distorted voice replied. "Consider me an ally. You were attacked today, where you not?" Boran's eye widened as she drew the phone close.
"What do you know about it?" She asked in a whisper. "Who are you?" There was a brief pause on the other end.
"Call me Zeta," the distorted voice responded. "I know that the government wants you dead. I'll be your personal eyes and ears within the government; I'll warn you if they intend to strike again."
"How can I trust you?" Boran hissed.
"You'll have to. Anyways, I hope you don't mind, but I've done a bit of tinkering with your phone. I've erased all of your contacts and have taken you off the satellite grid. The government can no longer track you... well, except for me. I've made it so that this secure line is the only connection your phone can make. Think of it as a paired walkie-talkie. I'll continue to feed you information when it arrives. Zeta, out." The call was dropped and Boran lowered her arm.
A mole? She smiled, damn-near laughed. Alright, I can work with this.
Archron empire, Antenesia, The Atomic Schism, Nonadia, and 1 otherBlayredeshia
The sun was rising over the Toros Valley. Takkar got out of his hut and prepared for the hunt. Suddenly, a young hunter appeared running at the entrance to the village. He recounted that strange creatures had been seen near the singing river. Immediately the tribe began to worry. Takkar offered to accompany the hunter to the strange creatures to solve the problem. After a four-hour walk, they reached the icy plains northeast of the valley. The young hunter showed him where the strange creatures had been sighted, and then left Takkar alone. Takkar made a small fire and ignited his club. the cold was beginning to feel. Then he began to track the creatures. After half an hour of searching, he found them. The creatures had the appearance of a man taller, an iron bird were next to them. Gods, thought Takkar. He slowly approached the twenty "men." He finally came out of the thicket and slowly approached the gods. They saw him and began to designate him by speaking a language he did not know. Takkar Takkar tried to communicate by saying "Juwa Tribe". Then, he gently pulled a dead rabbit out of his purse and laid it before the gods. Then he pulled out a knife and opened the beast in half. This sacrifice would appease the gods. Then he left, looking at them one last time : As a herd of mammoths approached, the Gods looked at the dead rabbit and took him.
OORP
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RP: Of One's Purpose
The assembled sword saints spoke with a bluntness and detachment to one another that had never before been seen, they toiled over a model of the island which seemed to show everything move in real time. A series of explosions light up an area to the north, the wedge shape representing whatever had been there winked out of existence.
Pacifism: "Battalions 40-56 are to be declared unusable, last contact reported 92% casualties within the last two hours. We can assume that they have been annihilated, no need to send rescue teams."
Repose: "Hmm... That's nearly 400,000 lost trying to retake Salvatio, with losses being as minimal as they are there we can bring up more reinforcements from Adventa. The city will be expected to be in our hands with only a few hundred thousand more souls lost, it is well within expected parameters..."
Reticence: "Yes, much better than what Piety tried to do up north, what was it again, with just over 2 million under her command they lost 87% trying to seal the tunnel at Paragon. According to our calculations the northern front will stall if they don't keep pushing, send over the two army groups from Victoris and Fortuna, thankfully they're disposable so we won't have to worry about bringing up supplies to them if they live long enough."
Faith would notice the new comers and approach them, she looked drained, but nonetheless made an effort to appear hospitable.
Faith: "As you may have seen, these demonic abominations are the result of that creature affecting the population of Austera and the rest of the island's peoples. Currently there is little we can do against them in regards to tactics, they're fast, deadly, and to top it all off visibility is atrocious. We have had little choice but to throw our soldiers into a frontal assault from all directions to keep them from escaping the island. Earlier attempts at using the angelic legions resulted in failure, their winged beasts vastly outnumbered our aerial forces.
Currently the front has devolved into a chaotic melee, naval bombardment is the only was we gain ground and the infantry are only there to engage the survivors. As far as we know our magic is too weak to dispel this accursed storm and fog but we do have a plan."
A series of symbols and arrows appear on the model, they seem to congregate on four major cities. Pacifism speaks up.
Pacifism: "The cities of Pontif, Grandeur, Principle, and Vibrana must be retaken and then defended, this is to replace the destroyed tower in Austera which controlled our weather. Once this is accomplished, spires will be erected there to form a large magic circle and at the same time the towers on the outer islands will have been repaired. When activated together they should be strong enough to lift the storm.
Once visibility has been restored combat effectiveness will rise sharply and we should be able to seal the tunnels leading to the capital and thus trapping those creatures in the caldera of the island.
We will be part of the force that will retake Pontif."
Seeing violence spreading throughout the Federation's northern neighbor, northern assets of the 2nd Army - those responsible for offensive actions launched directly from the border - are given orders to remain on alert and in a state of readiness in the event of hostility spilling over into Etrius. Diplomatic outreach is not being made at the moment, but any communication by the Laioxians will be answered immediately should they so desire
RP: Esolda Plan.
Esolda:"I can get you in Pontif. Just have Angels on my back and Il fly in... Il Incinerate anything coming at me directly.... Then I can have Angels on back support. I can Draw attention in Pontif while others Secure the Landing Zones to flood troops in."
She smiles looking over
RP: A Counteraction For The People
Being made aware of this nations blaming of the Evven government for the global black market on Euphorium, and taking into account The revolutionary superstate of liaoxian's current state of questionable stability, the Evven Congress would quickly work to pass a law allowing Nian refugees into their fair nation. Though this information has not been made public, this is partly an attempt to preserve culture, partly an attempt to preserve human life, and largely an attempt to hinder Liaoxian's Maoist endeavors.
On the same day that this law was passed, president Claire Bassot has stepped down, after admitting that her alleged insults directed towards the Kowenian people were entirely true. Pro-Kowenian protesters across Evve Terre are celebrating. Elections will be held soon, but for now, the Evven president is former Vice President Julian Jafari.
RP: The Former Kaiserin grows closer to the Queen
With things going well in Archron, under the bold grasp of Roma, Rose has grown very close to her Wife. In Etrius, Rose has tried to keep herself away from media attention. With her expecting children in a month, Rose has grown more clingy to the Queen. Asking her to stay home, holding onto her, even sending gifts while she is away. While this is all hidden from the public, Rose would pray that Natalia would take her time away from the nation, for her family
RP: More industry for North Kowen
With Archron neglecting North Kowen for a little while, Roma has begun to full throttle industry in the North Kowenian land. Roma has instructed for more railways, roads, and bridges to ve constructed. To also aid the Kowenians, Archron has begun to build a series of Factories for North Kowenian use. Archron has offered jobs for the Kowenian people to work to build these factories. Archron has done the same for a another series of Dockyards and ports to be built across the coast.
Roma, for his second phase, would plan for a revival in Kowenian education centers and colleges. Apart of his second phase, Roma would further Archrons stay in North Kowen by placing more Military bases on the coast.
North kowen
RP: Contact Has Been Made
The encounter with the two natives had taken the Windardians aback. Although they didn't understand a lick of what they had said, Lamdo Corris recognized they seemed to fear him and his bodyguards, and had offered a rabbit to them. After setting up camp for the night, Corris said "They think we're gods of some kind. I recognize them as coming from the Juwa Tribe, the most peaceful of the three. They will not harm us. For the other two, I cannot say the same." Corris took the slain rabbit out of his pack and gave it to one of his bodyguards. "Find them and return this. We must teach them we are not gods."
"Sir yes sir!" the bodyguard saluted, took the rabbit and disappeared into the night.
"You." Corris said, pointing to another bodyguard. "Contact the President. We'll report our findings." The radioman set up a signal, which was picked up by the President's secretary. They were put through to the President, who was happy to hear from them.
"Ms. President, we've contacted one of the tribes and have stopped for today. May I request we come back home?"
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Corris. I sent you there to contact all the tribes. One will not do."
Corris held back a sigh. "Of course, Ms. President." He flicked off the radio and looked back to his men. "We'll camp here until the Parliamentary Elections. If the Nationalists win enough seats, we'll be taken back." Although not the greatest of plans, the bodyguards found it better than contacting the other 2 tribes, especially the cannibalistic one they had been briefed on.
The rabbit bearing soldier made his way to the village after hours of searching. With a flashlight in hand, rabbit in the other, he looked for the man who had offered it to them. He found him, and offered the rabbit. The bodyguard knelt on one knee and offered the rabbit above his head. The bodyguard looked up to see the man was confused. The bodyguard stood up and shined his flashlight on the rabbit in his hand. "It's yours. Take it." After the rabbit wasn't taken, the bodyguard set it on the ground at the man's feet. He tipped his helmet, then began to start the long walk back.
Etrius
RP: Visit.
Emperor Hemlock of Icewindia has sent formal request not for Diplomatic visit to see Rose who he views as a step-Mother its vague on by law or not.
Hemlock sends Invitation to rumored Varien Versailles to head to Icewindia to meet Emperor Hemlock in Deija Snow Tower. Given how Close Hemlock is to Archron this could be his ticket to Archron.
RP: Delegation of Raspotochje sent on summit
Representatives of companies from 
Raspotochje flew to DR 
Srednjaci.
The Government of the Republic of Raspotochje also sent representatives from the Ministry of Economy and the Ministry of Crafts.
Reservations are made at the Lopud and Zvijezda hotels.
"The trade agreement between the Republic of Raspotochje and DR Srednjaci has greatly triggered economic trends on both sides. We hope that our companies will perform well and conclude a lot of lucrative deals that encourage investment. We thank our neighbors for the invitation and look forward to working together." said the economy minister.
RP : The Returning Sacrifice
Takkar was confused. One of the gods had brought him the rabbit. He had returned to the south to find the nearest Juwan village and return it to him. The gods did not want a sacrifice ? Were they angry with his tribe? Takkar watched the man walk away. When suddenly, a saber-toothed tiger leaps at the man and is about to slash him. Takkar and a few hunters rushed towards the beast, spears and bows in hand. Takkar threw himself on the beast, and after a hard fight, the beast fled injured, but alive. The god had a lacerated arm. He was bleeding abundantly. He was transported unconscious to the shaman, and treated with plants from the Toros valley. Then, Takkar and some hunters set off on foot towards the North-East, to join the other gods. Although the gods do not bleed. They are not gods, Takkar thought. Arrived at the surroundings of the camp of the other men, Takkar deposited the wounded man in evidence, well they returned to the village, the road would be long.
Not far from there, a Morok scout saw the Juwa and went back to The Glacier to warn his people.
RP: Eastern Economic Upturn Uppercuts West Evven Endeavors (Evve terre)
As anyone who has kept a long eye on the Western Evve would know, there have been many government endeavors throughout its history to preserve culture. As a result, there have been many government agencies that attempted to dictate what was and wasn't cultured, and thus did or didn't require preservation. Enter the Evven National Recording Agency (ENRA), a government organization that was not only Evve terre's ONLY record label, but one that somewhat dominated the Letanrican region.
This has taken a turn, however, as a rise in East Evven industrial output and general prosperity has led to the rise of its own music scenes and, as a result, its own domestic record labels.
These labels, having no government-imposed filter on who can and can't sign with them, are likely to pick up many of their nation's promising artists, as well as some of the West's rejected artists.
On top of this, East Evvia controls much of the Euphorium industry in the form of the Icewindian and Archian markets, while Evve Terre's only foreign Euphorium market is in the Archian region of New sedran.
RP: Banishment of separatist
Homo sapiens neanderthalensis
The Buraddofaian Samitto has banished 50 separatist with two of them being major members of the Faiabōnbokusā and the Faiaburēdo, to distant lands so that they no longer disrupt the Mercenary Republic, they let them keep their weapons, which are blackened steel katanas, and blackened brass knuckles, and their armor made out of blackened steel, they were given food, obsidian for house building, and a ship made out of blackened steel.
(Heres what you should know about my race)
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