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New sedran

Blayredeshia wrote:RP: The Slog
As the battle went on additional reinforcements from CoF territory would swell the Militia's ranks but the onslaught of artillery and numbers from Etrius would stall any advance into or around the NHNS City. In places where the CoF did have control though nothing but a complete massacre would break out as independent militias executed civilians in the streets and would display the corpses of Etrian and NHNS militia Officers on makeshift crosses which would then be set on fire. However, the slaughter of civilians wasn't going to change the results and the CoF second in command Eoin Collins was killed by an Etrian artillery strike, and many suspect that it was because of the zealous militias focusing on the massacre which allowed ground to be gained by the Allies as Generalissimo Pearse has fortified parts of the city to prevent a collapse of his lines to the overwhelming numbers of Etrians. One horror of note would be what the CoF called "Natalia's Piles" which would be small piles of NHNS and Etrian corpses stacked on top of land mines that would explode whenever an unsuspecting Ally tries to remove the corpses. Meanwhile, Pearse has decided that the best course of action is a withdraw from the City and to assume a defensive position back in CoF territory, but in order to do this the CoF must stage a counter-attack on the Allied flanking maneuver to give the CoF time to withdraw. The man tasked with leading the counter-attack on Razor's front would be a man named Jonas Savimbi. Savimbi was a 3rd generation Blayredeshian whose family was one of a handful that immigrated from the Empire of Gora to Blayredeshia due to their unique Catholic and far-right beliefs (as Basaran was under Syndicalist influence at the time), and it would be these beliefs that forged Savimbi into the far-right Christian nationalist that he was who was willing to overlook the CoF's more humanist elements to join. Colonel Savimbi has decided to take a force of 1,000 troops, 20 tanks, and 65 technicals to charge Razor's line and hopefully break his and the Etrians flanking maneuver to give the CoF time to withdraw. Should he succeed in this task then many suspect he shall be made Generalissimo Pearse's second-in-command which would be a huge step up for the "Dark Skinned Behemoth" as he is called due to his dark skin, large stature, and tendency to ride into battle on the back of a truck hip firing a machine gun. Meanwhile in Blayredeshia the CoF were staging protests at various cities in the country demanding that the Confederate Military intervene, and while the idea was tossed around in the High Command it was personally quelled by the Emperor who gave the same statement to the press saying: "The fate of our Brothers is out of our control and to intervene will only doom them further. All we can do now is pray." This of course did nothing to satisfy the protesters who have grown in number in Biaf, Rey, Suid, Blayre von Krieg City, and Blayredeshia City. "Little Archron" would see the biggest fuss as radical Christian Archians began flying CoF Tricolors outside their houses and apartments which has sparked a debate between the Ministry of Culture and the Emperor whether they should declassify Rose's relationship with the Etrian Queen to the wider public which the Emperor has thus far blocked out of fear that "Rose will never be able to show her face in Blayredeshianneighborhood again if the non-ethnic Archians find out."

Total CoF Forces
4,000 Infantry
39 tanks
77 technicals
40 mortars

The Stalemate

Upon the NHNS defense of the city, many would have lost their lives. Only around 2 thousand NHNS would remain, and all of them, would be directed to Razors command. Highly relying on Etrius to hold the city, Razor and Savimbi would clash together. Razors forces would give all they had. Using artillery, flighted Dawn Breakers for Aerial attacks, but it would not be enough. However, while the NHNS should inflict heavy damage on the Vehicles of Savimbis forces, they could not push forward. However, digging themselves in and using foxholes with MGs, they would hold a strong defense should Savimbi make a counter push. All is looking grim for the NHNS

A Offer from afar

Generalissimo Pearse would find himself with a letter being delivered from a Archian CoF runner. The Letter was urgent, and had a Archian seal. This was something that no New Sedran could fake, it had come from Archron itself. The Letter would be a invitation for Generalissimo Pearse tom join a Commander known as "Kommandant Hesern" at a Omegan restaurant, only available to the elite. Hesern, wanted to talk

The desert badlands wrote:

RP: Bravery

The creature stands still and silent. Seemingly from the earth itself, a pedestal with a book atop it appears between the two. The creature speaks to the soldier however, it speaks more clearly to him and him alone, the others still hearing the broken speech it produced before,

? (what the soldier hears): "You are afraid, but not of me. Why do you follow the orders of those who are too afraid to stand where you are?"

? (what everyone else hears): "You fear not me. why follow people afraid?"

With that said, the creature walks back into the forest, the book still left where it was. The book contains what seems like fairy tales of beings that resemble those that have been encountered along with many others that have yet to be seen. This appears to have been a Leshen. The ones from the clouds, Ala. The women in black, faeries known as Blud. There is basic information like what the creature's powers are, where they are normally found, and their general behavior. The entry for Leshens mentions "If you only take from the forest and never give thanks or respect the life within it, they are more than capable of mutilating multiple people from range by growing roots underground much faster than possible and use them as spears to help them return from where their ancestors came."

RP

They nod and take out two small vials and a larger bottle filled with some kind of liquid.

(OOC: move to IC chats now)

rp

The soldiers stops momentarily and thinks about his life choices. He suddenly realizes that he hates the military. He would leave if it not for the mandatory service. He walks up to the being and whispers 'help me' his own words send shivers down his spine l

Archron empire

Rekken wrote:RP: Tango of the two Molotows- The Aftermath

With her cousin, Sievi, victorious in the referendum to decide which of the two cousins would be leading the nation, Anita would officially return to her past work as a butcher. She would work part-time for the Joenperä Butcher Shop.

Unofficially however she would begin offering services as a mercenary and an assassin under the identity of "Lihakirves" (Rekkenian for cleaver). Avoiding actual contact with her customers and wearing a mask in order to protect her true identity she would in the time of just a few months become quite known for her abilities in the business of "protecting the buyer's interests" and the brutal way she executed her jobs usually leaving her victims riddled with long deep cuts and nearly runic-looking burns.

This would lead her to work for a multitude of private well-paying contractors who had a bone to pick with significant people. These employers are rumoured to include the hiding leadership of the Demiran underground, the Paran pizza mafia and the Ruvenian independence movement along with some vaguer rumours of "Lihakirves" being a part of a possible conspiracy against Empress Sievi supposedly orchestrated by Grand Duchess Qerri-Stormberg, Lord Velipuoli and Cpt. Tulimaa. However with the rumour of the possible conspiracy being vague enough to sometimes include people like Duchess Rose Von Braun or Queen Mirvelle of Basaran, the rumours have been greatly disregarded as delusions of some mentally unwell conspiracy theorists.

Meanwhile on the high-throne of Rekken, Empress Sievi would enjoy her newfound happiness with her husband back with her and her daughter on the throne of Alffa allowing her to see her grandchildren.
She would also be preparing the RSS for another Overshine expansion plan, with the aim to further improve the space-station's capabilities in food production, this time striving for self-reliance instead of pure research on orbital farming.

Archron empire

RP: He do be gardening though

As the Rumors grow, Karz would simply ignore them. Having found a strange attraction to the Garden, Karz would begin to make a space for him and Sievi, a large space. Karz would form the seeds of many native Archian flowers, and even throw in a Surprise for Sievi. Adding Dandelion seeds, which he remembered was her favorite.

As for Rose, she would become angered at the rumors concerning herself. Wanting to gain a strong lead to dismiss these Rumors, Rose would deliver a fiery message. Claiming that she has no reason to cause harm to her mother, who brought her back to Rekken to lead, to live in the land she was fond of.

Karz would also reassure Sievi that he didn't believe Rose would be on any plot to hurt Sievi. He would also, crack a few jokes about the new modified Automail.

However, in the middle of the night, we would spice up something with said automail, and take it. Removing the Crystal, he would form his own Cordex variant, with a heart on it. He would place it back into the automail. However, waiting several years, he would finally do it. moving to his side of the room, he would take his knife from the drawer, and begin carving. He would write "Property of Karz Von Braun" on it, and smile. He would place the automail back where he found. Before slumber however, he would manually disable his auto repair within his arm. Seeing as he lives with a literal mechanic that does occasionally experiments on him, he won't be needing it.

The desert badlands

Fardland Mark 2 wrote:rp

The soldiers stops momentarily and thinks about his life choices. He suddenly realizes that he hates the military. He would leave if it not for the mandatory service. He walks up to the being and whispers 'help me' his own words send shivers down his spine l

RP: Why me?

The being is already walking away; however, a piece of paper sprouts from the ground with shimmering letters that almost appear like they'll fall of the paper. It reads,

"Why do you need my help? You are forced to fight for people that threaten your life for having a sense of self preservation. The ones in the plane even did as they were told, and they were killed. Do you truly wish to serve this kind of government? If you feel this way, must there not be others? Do you know what would happen to a snake that lost its fangs? It would become helpless. What would happen if a government's own military were to turn on those that lead it?"

Unbeknownst to group of soldiers, there was a handful hiding in the branches, and he had just received new orders. "Disable anyone that attempts to harm the soldier that talked to me". The leshen was also intuitive, he knew there was a chance the commanding officer would demand to see the paper, so it had enchanted the message to only be visible to the one soldier.

RP:

      "His excellency, August von Hindenburg"

    At once, the heads of the thousand spectators shot around to the entrance. The large, wooden doors swung open; light pouring into the overly tall royal palace - former home of the Evacasian Kaisers. Walking slowly along the red gold-lined carpet, August Hans Frederick von Hindenburg I made his way to the top of the lavish and packed hall.

    Erik Jäger had made it clear that it was not he who would remain leader. It was the distant descendant of Ernst von Hindenburg who would claim the title of Kaiser. This was not a military takeover turned dictatorship, it was simply the continuation of a legacy which had merely been on pause for several hundred years.

    An eternity later, he reached the throne. Standing before it, draped in regal apparel, his voice boomed across the ocean of onlookers.

      "145 years, 3 months, and 5 days since it happened. Since the communists stormed the royal home, killed Kaiser Augustus I, and took the family away, never to be seen again.

      145 years, 3 months, and 5 days later, I stand before you. A testament to the Evacasian will - the will of us all to persevere, and hold to our hearts what we know to be true. Stability, peace, order and prosperity, in spite of chaos and confusion, has returned to Evacasia.

      We are a people who do not bow down to hardship. We stand, heads erect and eyes front, in the face of adversity. And as the enemies of order line up at the gate, we do what must be done. We preserve the immortal faith."

    Himself in formal attire, a helper holds out the original Imperial crown to Hans.

      "As it sat on Kaiser Ernst von Hindenburg, the Great Unifier, the original Kaiser, and the Father of Evacasia, it will now rest on my head."

    He lowers it himself, becoming the 6th Kaiser of Evacasia.

    As bells rung out across the nation, citizens erupted into ecstatic cheering. Gathered in city streets, town halls, homes and the Imperial Palace, they celebrated the return of the authentic Evacasia.

    As the palace walls shook from deafening ovation, Kaiser August I began to speak.

      "The crown has gone through treacherous uprisings. Through world wars. Through revolution and rebellion. Through civil war, instability, and economic and civil crises. It has gone through communist dictatorship, unstable republic, and fascist tyranny.

      The crown is home. Evacasia is home. We, are home."

Archron empire, Nonadia, and Blayredeshia

RP: Molly in Charge

Earlier today in the State of South Shu, the Empress was shot by a Communist assassin. The Secret Service apprehended the assassin and doctors declared there was nothing they could do. Across the entire country, people mourned the death of one of the greatest leaders in the Nation’s history. Princess Molly then took charge, and after a State Funeral for the former Empress, Molly, now 25 (OORP: I aged Molly up from 19 because I wanted to) enacted laws that would crack down on Communists further. Some Civilians themselves even took matters into their own hands, hunting down communists and handing them over to law enforcement.

The Atomic Schism wrote:Official M.A.P. Notice: (oorp)

The following nations have not made an RP post in the past 15 days:

Funnal
Ghornian
Vacoul

If the nations listed above do not post an in-character message within 48 hours, they shall be excised from the map.

Official M.A.P. Removal Notice (Still oorp)

The following nations have been removed from the map following inactivity:

Alkalina
Imperial Nalvetland
Comaraka
Renolia

If the nations listed above wish to reclaim their map spots, or claim a new spot on the map, they are advised to submit a new request through Telegram or Discord.

OORP

Vacoul did post a message on the rmb slightly before this page=rmb/postid=42844926

Archron empire

Evacasia wrote:RP:

      "His excellency, August von Hindenburg"

    At once, the heads of the thousand spectators shot around to the entrance. The large, wooden doors swung open; light pouring into the overly tall royal palace - former home of the Evacasian Kaisers. Walking slowly along the red gold-lined carpet, August Hans Frederick von Hindenburg I made his way to the top of the lavish and packed hall.

    Erik Jäger had made it clear that it was not he who would remain leader. It was the distant descendant of Ernst von Hindenburg who would claim the title of Kaiser. This was not a military takeover turned dictatorship, it was simply the continuation of a legacy which had merely been on pause for several hundred years.

    An eternity later, he reached the throne. Standing before it, draped in regal apparel, his voice boomed across the ocean of onlookers.

      "145 years, 3 months, and 5 days since it happened. Since the communists stormed the royal home, killed Kaiser Augustus I, and took the family away, never to be seen again.

      145 years, 3 months, and 5 days later, I stand before you. A testament to the Evacasian will - the will of us all to persevere, and hold to our hearts what we know to be true. Stability, peace, order and prosperity, in spite of chaos and confusion, has returned to Evacasia.

      We are a people who do not bow down to hardship. We stand, heads erect and eyes front, in the face of adversity. And as the enemies of order line up at the gate, we do what must be done. We preserve the immortal faith."

    Himself in formal attire, a helper holds out the original Imperial crown to Hans.

      "As it sat on Kaiser Ernst von Hindenburg, the Great Unifier, the original Kaiser, and the Father of Evacasia, it will now rest on my head."

    He lowers it himself, becoming the 6th Kaiser of Evacasia.

    As bells rung out across the nation, citizens erupted into ecstatic cheering. Gathered in city streets, town halls, homes and the Imperial Palace, they celebrated the return of the authentic Evacasia.

    As the palace walls shook from deafening ovation, Kaiser August I began to speak.

      "The crown has gone through treacherous uprisings. Through world wars. Through revolution and rebellion. Through civil war, instability, and economic and civil crises. It has gone through communist dictatorship, unstable republic, and fascist tyranny.

      The crown is home. Evacasia is home. We, are home."

RP: Archron Recognizes the Kaiserreich

Archron, being a Reich itself, has shown great interest and fellowship towards Evacasia. Kaiser Roma has informed Blayredeshia of this development, and has delivered a offer to the Evacasians. 1. Archron has offered to host a meeting between the Evacasians, as well as the Blayredeshians to forge a new bond between the power. Or, Option 2, Archron host a meeting only with Evacasia, leaving Blayredeshia out

The desert badlands wrote:
RP: Manufactured and Moving

In the time since the last meeting, roughly 600 weapons had been made. They are as strong as the King of the Forest had promised them to be. The weapons have been sent out, and are being delivered to the Shaman-King. There was also a small surprise included within the shipment, a full set of reinforced leather that had been enchanted, somehow custom fit for the Shaman-King.

RP: Rules of Hospitality

The King is disappointed to hear of what has happened so soon. Under the rules of hospitality, hosts should greet guest warmly, offer them shelter, food, and water. His welcomed guest will find their return much faster and simpler. The rules of hospitality state that if a guest is unwelcomed or hostile, the host has the full right to do what they must to remove them from their home. The unwelcomed guest will have it made known that they are not welcomed. The Kings men will work within the fog, acting as agents of terror hiding and ambushing those who come with harmful intent.

RP: A Secret...

As the Shaman-King recieves all of this weaponry from his Ghostly/Spiritual Allies, as well as the leather set, he then proceeds to hide all of this equipment. A secret council is assembled within a few weeks, all Chieftains and Shamans have gathered with the Shaman-King at the Mountain of Bonds...No one, not foreigners and not even his Horde, knows he left to this assembly. The gathering will occur in a few days, the heart of the Shaman-King is bumping out his emotions as he witnesses before him the carts full of magical weapons he will show to the 147 Kings and Queens (as well as to the most powerful shamans of the lands). Soon, he says to himself, we won't have to play nice anymore...soon, we can pick who to keep and who to eat...

Independentcroatia

RP: Attempt Assassination
Earlier today Poglavnik Dante was in a personal Staff car being driven to the ICP HQ until they came upon traffic it was at that moment a Redline member shot him but only to miss and graze him the man was taken into custody and put into jail. later at the ICP HQ, Poglavnik Dante would make a radio announcement about the assassination attempted.

A Radio is seen playing its usual program until it was interrupted

Radioman: "Attention everyone Attention everyone the Poglavnik is about to speak"
Radioman: "Attention everyone Attention everyone the Poglavnik is Speaking"

Poglavnik Dante: "it seems that earlier today a Redline Commie scum has attempted to take your leader's life but do not worry he has been captured and will face the death penalty their family will be questioned about their involvement furthermore the Communist Redline will now be considered as a terrorist organization and will lose their spot in the parliament the HomeLand Guard will investigate in their recent activities, that is all and have a good day Pgolavnik signing off"

Radioman: "the Poglavnik has spoken go back to what you were doing"
After the announcement was made all radio programs resumed broadcasting their original things

RP: A Surprising Turn of Events; West to East: "My Land Is Yours." [The Archron empire, East evvia]
Jean Vernier, well-accomplished general and self-imposed leader of the new West Evven government, is a fervent Solist like his grandfather. He, understanding that all Evves are Sol's people, views the previous government's rivalry with the East as immoral and counter-intuitive to the faith. With this in mind, he sends a formal letter to king Satyrn, proposing that Evve Terre may be given to the East under the condition that Jean may act as a 'governor' for life.

This is accepted, and all of Evve Terre's 14 states are incorporated into East Evven holdings... Evve Terre and East Evvia have officially reformed Evvia, with its main government in Sere, the capital of the eastern peninsula, wherein king Satyrn lives.

OORP: A NEW ERA: ONE EVVE
For future reference, those seeking to communicate with the official Evven government must seek out East evvia; that is where the government is held. Likewise, all posts pertaining to the Evven government will be made by East evvia.

Obviously, posts pertaining to the goings on the west will be made by Evve Terre, while posts pertaining to the east will be made by East evvia, but THEY ARE NOW THE SAME COUNTRY.

The revolutionary superstate of liaoxian

Etrius wrote:

The flood of Liaoxian forces into the northern lowlands comes as little surprise to defense planners, as they had been in the middle of preparing for just such an occasion for the better part of a year since the broadcasted executions of nobles within the country.

The front line is to be divided into 3 command groups. Army Group East will fight along the coast, using massive artillery and naval bombardment to slow the advance and pin the flank in place. Army Group Center will use what is refered as ricochet warfare through the jungles with their more mobile formations as the Kirosi of old once had when threatened by Hassani armies before the unification to defend their homes once more. Army Group West will consist of the western flank of the Northern Army as well as the Western Army spearheaded by Khalladi Armored Divisions.

Total Current forces
- 20 Divisions
- 3 Auxiliary Brigades
290,000 Personnel
20,560 Unarmored Transports
1,790 Armored Fighting Vehicles
500 Main Battle Tanks
318 Towed Artillery
104 Self Propelled Artillery
104 MLRS

1 Helicopter Carrier
4 Cruisers
20 Destroyers
50 Frigates

144 Fighters
36 Strike Craft

It is estimated that reinforcements and replacements will be made available in the coming months.

On the Ideological front, the Kiros region that makes up the majority of the front had been predominantly socialist before the unification which causes some anxiety in the queens inner circle. However with the current Capitol residing nearby and the current dynasty being Kirosi born, nationalism runs high and resistance is stubborn. The current system provides for the population's universal necessities without taking away rights or threats of violence, causing the propaganda campaign to have startlingly low results.

In the Western mountainous section of the front, invaders are to be killed with extreme prejudice, as Khallad has a 3 thousand year history in the art of war to a point of near cultural obsession. Casualties are an accepted part of the reality but the long range firepower and heavy armor focus to deny the enemy direct conflict has served the ex military dictatorship quite well. When First General Saleem Kavorah was asked about sending reinforcements to the west, his only words were:
"May the gods have mercy on our enemies, because surely Khallad will have none"
The revolutionary superstate of liaoxian

RP: The First Etrian-Liaoxianese War (II)

Long Wang was forced to concede to the fact that initially, his forces were at a disadvantage. Admittedly, he expected resistance to initially be bitter, but the sheer determination of the locals and preparation of the enemy forces had worried him. Furthermore, the sheer presence of enemy artillery was enough to have him asked about his exact strategy. As it stood, the soldiers were equipped with enough anti-tank weaponry, but he still needed to position artillery somewhere, so he ordered 80 percent of the cannons to be moved into the captured highlands out west, and the 20 percent to combat the intense shelling in the jungles. Long Wang would authorize the use of incendiary shells to be fired from the highlands into high concentrations of enemy forces. Among them would be dozens of anti tank cannons for later use.

The clashing on the homefront would be relatively intense. Upon the prospect of being shelled, the 3rd and 4th divisions pull back in an attempt to lure the enemy into a killzone where they would be in range of Liaoxinese artillery opposite of the border. Rebels in 'occupied' villages would be killed, and the very few that decided to join up would be armed and pulled back with the retreating armies.

In the air, 50 divebombers supported by 15 fighters and 3 bombers would be sent to the skies. Albeit primitive WW2-era craft, they'd fly along the coasts, supported by a horde of about 100 weaponized civilian fishing boats (some armed with naval infantry, others rudimentary mortars, others full artillery cannons), 5 destroyers, and 5 submarines would be sent down the coast in an attempt to relieve the 4th Division from the pressures of Army Group East by striking what is considered to be the largest harbor within a reasonable distance of their border.

Even though the quality of some of the wooden boats and their nailed down mortars/machineguns and crude torpedo launchers was laughable, Long Wang knew that by using sheer numerical superiority, they might have a shot at temporarily incapacitating the lefternmost units of Army Group East.

Cenagrad wrote:RP: Maritime Proposal

Cenagrad wishes to extend the range of its maritime patrol aircraft further south into the Sea of Letanrica.

The terms are as follows:

Cenagrad is granted control of a single naval air base on the western tip of East evvia.

Archron empire is freely allowed to enter Cenagradian territorial waters and resupply at Cenagradian ports durring peacetime.

Archron empire wrote:RP: Archron agrees
With the generous offer from Cenagrad reaching Archian ears, Kaiserin Rose has agreed to the proposal

RP: The construction of East Evvia
With the newly acquired East evvia, Archrons vessels which were stated to be in transit, have arrived. Workers and soliders have begun construction of Archian Firebases while Supplies are being transported to being work on the Infrastructure such as rail lines and roads. Archron has also promised to build towns and homes for the East Evvians. the first city being drawn up is called "Evercall". Archron has requested materials from West Evvia to help construct this city while Archron focuses on the Infrastructure. Once it is complete, Archron has stated it will begin educating the East Evvians by providing free education. Archron has also begun to build a series of ports along East Evvia. No naval guns as of yet but are planned to be built
Evve Terre

Evve Terre wrote:
RP: A Surprising Turn of Events; West to East: "My Land Is Yours." [The Archron empire, East evvia]
Jean Vernier, well-accomplished general and self-imposed leader of the new West Evven government, is a fervent Solist like his grandfather. He, understanding that all Evves are Sol's people, views the previous government's rivalry with the East as immoral and counter-intuitive to the faith. With this in mind, he sends a formal letter to king Satyrn, proposing that Evve Terre may be given to the East under the condition that Jean may act as a 'governor' for life.

This is accepted, and all of Evve Terre's 14 states are incorporated into East Evven holdings... Evve Terre and East Evvia have officially reformed Evvia, with its main government in Sere, the capital of the eastern peninsula, wherein king Satyrn lives.

OORP: A NEW ERA: ONE EVVE
For future reference, those seeking to communicate with the official Evven government must seek out East evvia; that is where the government is held. Likewise, all posts pertaining to the Evven government will be made by East evvia.

Obviously, posts pertaining to the goings on the west will be made by Evve Terre, while posts pertaining to the east will be made by East evvia, but THEY ARE NOW THE SAME COUNTRY.

RP: Cessation of irrelevant treaties.

With Evve Terre now unified and independent Cenagrad sees no need to continue allowing the Archron empire access to internal territorial waters as they no longer control East evvia.

RP: Animal of the Nationalists

Deep in the heart of Nationalist territory, locals saw a terrifying sight. The traditional national animal of Windardia, the wapiti (also known as the elk) was attacked by the Windardian Eagle, a large black bird that has long represented bravery and might in Windardia. One Nationalist journalist watched as the eagle picked the wapiti up by it's antlers and flew off with it firmly grasped in the bird's talons. Inspired by this brutal act of nature, the journalist ran home to write a column for the small Nationalist newsletter " The Nationalist Times" to write about the encounter.

He said the attack on the wapiti was an omen for "the traditional identity of Windardia to change from a serene and peace loving-nation to become a more powerful and respected state". Videos of the attack on the wapiti have circulated online, with many calling for the Windardian Eagle to become the animal symbol of nationalism in Windardia. Their calls were answered when Ezrael relased a statement saying "We shall do as that eagle did. Completely manhandle-or wapiti handle-the traditional socialist and weak values of Old Windardia, and march into the rising sun, just as that eagle flew."
With the Nationalists lacking a flag to represent them, some have called for one to be made with the Windardian Eagle displayed on it.

The Gatisland wrote:

The flicker of shutters could be heard almost instantly as the men stepped out of the door on the opposite sides of the hall. After years of war and conflict over a nation so vast, it was to conclude in a former conference hall in the small lakeside town of Mountasier. They walked up the velveted steps to the stage and approached the mahogany desk that had been haphazardly thrown in the middle, upon which lay a stack of paper. As the anthems of the 4 major parties blared over the ageing speakers what the signatories saw before them flashed in their memory once more. Karloff looked at the treaty with glee, a labour of half a decade that had cost him tens upon tens of thousands of men to the mountainous meat grinder that was The Gatisland, but for it the emperor had gained everything. The league now had an enthusiastic new member state ready and willing to become the heart of league power in Ortakar and had put down one of it’s most stubborn foes in the PAP, and for that he swelled with pride after stepping forward as his pen shot across the page. Marrast and Mesny gazed at the treaty with a mix of optimism and anticipation. They were just as satisfied with the treaty as Karloff was, but they both knew that once the treaty was signed, the guns would go away and the knives would come out. The alliance between the NRM and the RTG had been the bedrock by which the nationalists won the war, but only one could rule the nation in the end. And with elections being scheduled within a few months the amical relations that currently existed between them would inevitably sour. Marrast knew that this treaty secured all he had needed and now provided him with ample opportunity in the political dogfight to ensue in order to mold his vision into reality, after it’s signing, it was game on. The treaty for Mesny was more than just a declaration of victory, it was a certification of his legitimacy as president of the republic. He had toiled for years in Salis in exile and through the sum of those efforts and more he had restored himself to the seat of power, and it was one that he knew as he glanced over at Marrast as they both approached to sign, was his and his alone to keep. Belyea looked down at what he saw as no more than a well negotiated death warrant, he had done what he could, but in the face of total defeat was able to secure not much more than table scraps for his comrades of the PAP. Already he knew his fate in the history books, the sum of his career, his decades of service and dedication to his cause and his people will be forgone in favour of a focus on a tenure of less than a year to which he shall be portrayed as the perpetrator of the worst crime. A traitor. Someone who threw the pride and soul of the nation into the fires of hell without reason or care as he broke bread with the foreign invaders. Perhaps in due time they would understand. Perhaps they would come to know that it was the only action he could have taken. Perhaps those history books would change and would know it wasn’t his fault. But he knew that would be a long time away. So he stepped forward and quietly signed the page. And as the roar of clapping and cheers echoed throughout the chamber, he was led to the flag raising outside with the others..
(section involving General Karloff was cleared by Blayredeshia in advance)

Blanc!
Or!
Bleur!

The classic chant of the colours of the banner of nationalist cause, it is both a demand for restoration as well as a call to arms. Lucas Pretre had answered that call years ago, yelling the slogan at the genderarmie who chased him in retaliation around the Therveux streets and furiously debating the merits of the ideals by which it represented over the dinner table on long nights. So when the news broke of the first shots being fired in Moursier, he knew what he had to do. He scrawled the first location details that came out from a pirate radio station and stepped out into the cold night and never looked back. With the rifle pressed into his hands on a damp southern field he had brought himself back to where he had left. As the tristar slunk down the pole in shame as the band played in the background, he pulled the tricolour of the box and affixed it to the pole. With the triumphant high of the score of the new Republic of The Gatisland hitting its stride, the wind caught the flag and the banner stretched into the sky. Surely it was all worth it? Of course it was, yet even in the sea of pride there was a small ball of doubt as to if that was the truth. The memories of his home city burning amid the drone of bombers especially gave him pause, perhaps his brother was right when he said that it would cost much to bring about a future that wouldn’t be as he imagined. No, he was right. He had fought to see this day and he wouldn’t let that effort go to waste and the opportunity that had been given to him and his compatriots to rebuild their nation into a model for all the world to see, a prosperous and proud Gatisia. He couldn’t turn back now, and he would tell his brother that now if he could find him. He pushed that ounce of doubt back into the depths of his mind, and saluted the fluttering tricolour to greet the new dawn that was beginning to rise on all corners of their nation.

The rain poured in sheets, blanketing the northern reaches with a layer of water and turning the forest into an expanse of mud and trees. Here among the farthest reaches of The Gatisland, a group of 500 men march through the trees, the clatter of their kit the only sign of their presence. A single man marches among the sullen faces of the group carrying the tristar banner of the federation, identifying them clearly. These are men of no nation. Where they came from, in their minds, was a nation destroyed the moment negotiations were announced, a relic that turned into dust and was attempting to be replaced by a despicable copy. So when head of the guerilla command Marc Boulet led an impassioned speech before the guerilla command, their resentment of the change in policy had brought them to rally round him. They had successfully dodged Free State and Blayredeshian patrols for weeks now, hiding in the bush during the day and splitting into 3 groups to march through the forests at night. There had been no contact with other former PAP soldiers since they left the barracks, it had been radio silence as the official channels were deactivated per the ceasefire. For all they knew they were the last men of the federation, the final few who would keep the torch of Cazalism burning in it’s darkest hour when it was under threat. Many had left family and friends behind those many fields and towns, but for them the events of the past weeks were something they couldn’t take lying down and they continued to press forward. As the men dragged themselves through the clinging mud they gradually came to view a rectangular clearing in the trees that stretched to the horizon in either direction. This was the Gatisian border, beyond this was the great beyond where the nation's borders ended and terra nullius began. The 3 groups gradually came into view and stopped to a halt and Boulet stepped out from the crowd. After a short speech, the men formed rank and marched forth through the clearing, passing through the bushes and trees and into the veil of the past, unsure if they would return.

The storage house was an impressive sight, a repository of every pamphlet, book, and film that was meant to further their cause that they had ever produced here in Euskades and as the man looked upon it he couldn’t help but smile. It had been the sum of years of work of preparing for this moment, one that couldn’t have been done alone. The chaos had provided a steady stream of new recruits from fleeing bureaucrats ,scientists, economists as well as members of the security service who had aided in the project’s completion. And it was today that the rocket would leave the launchpad. He walked from the storage house down Euskades’ rickety avenues as the fresh snow crunched under his feet. For years he had been stuck here, unable to move affairs domestically while he watched in pain at the events that had transpired since he was forced to flee. He blamed the Nationalists, but he also blamed the Federationists, they were equally to blame in his eyes. Both of them had squandered their opportunity to lead The Gatisland down a nation’s proper path, and had suffered the consequences of their hubris. His project would be another one. He pushed open the solid oak door and entered into the welcoming warmth of the organizing centre. Normally it was used for planning of projects and discussions on policy but today, it had become a recording studio. At the end of the room, thanks to a few mechanics and engineers who had joined on last February, a hodgepodge of stolen Blayredeshian, Federationist and civilian equipment formed a workable (albeit crude) recording studio capable of reaching radios nationwide. The man gripped the microphone and waited for the signal from an assistant to begin speaking. The machine squealed and hummed to life before rapidly coming to complete silence. The assistant nodded, it was time to begin. He began his address by pushing the common concerns of the population, the results of war and of time before, before following it up with a simple question. “Who will be able to bring us solutions to these afflictions?” he asked, now it was time to attempt to posit an answer. He detailed how the sides at the treaty signing had no ideals nor policy which would see an improvement and lambasted their lack of ability to do so. Now for the conclusion, “We the people of Gatisia see your charlatan act and today our campaign begins to right the course of our future and to the nationalists signing the treaty today, this won’t be the last you hear from us, and don’t expect us to be able to be silenced”. The assistant switched the equipment off and the sounds grinded to a halt. They had just declared war, and as with all wars it was time to send the equipment to the front, the storage house was going to get a lot more empty.

The door opened and Amaury entered the room with a frustrated expression and a stack of papers nearly the height of his head.

“They gave it to them, the ex-PAP members will be able to vote” he said.

“Is he out of his mind!?”, exclaimed Martin, “did he also give Marrast the keys early? Maybe a head start in campaigning? If I’m supposed to be running the campaign for this thing i need to know things like these so i can stop Mesny from doing ridiculous things like this. Any reason given?”.

“None”, said Amaury who by now was rummaging through the stack

“We’ll barely have time to change strategies! There’s only have 1 month out to prepare for these elections and he just wants to give the NRM something they’ve been pushing for for years what happened to oppositi-”

“And we can’t spend that month complaining about his choices Martin or we’ll have our heads on pikes by the end of it. It was most likely some concession in exchange for something but we’ll never know”

Martin sighs and leans back in his chair

“Alright then, do we have any updated poll numbers?”

“We have a few but the sample size is pretty small, but they still indicate former PAP members up north will likely vote NRM in droves in the election”

“Do we know if they’ve committed any resources up north yet?”

“I don’t believe they have, they see these demographics as in the bag for them, and personally I don’t see any situation where they wouldn’t be”

“Well we just need to convince the NRM that they won’t be”

“Now how do you suppose you’ll do that?”

“Before I explain do we have any extra spending?”

Amaury pulls out a few pages from the stack and begins examining them

“We’ve used around 34% of our budget already for print and video ads to begin rolling out next week, and i think the national committee has apportioned most already”

“Any we can squeeze out?”

“Nothing official, but I could maybe get us a 4% allotment if I can call in some favours with the committee chair”

“Very well, take that 4% and spend it on radio ads in the most PAP-leaning provinces. We’ll accuse them of forgetting farmers. The demographic is so important to their success they’ll have to spread their resources thinner to defend against our attack.”

“If we do that we can pick up the swing areas in the center valley as well. It’s nothing compared to the original strategy but it’ll do. Get your boys working on those ads and i’ll call the chair”

“Very well, bon chance”

It was evening when the bell could be heard ringing throughout the camp. It was unusual as usually it signaled when food handouts would begin, but this time it was nearly 8:30, 4 hours later than it should be. “Important announcement in the center of the camp in 3 minutes!” a man bellowed in between the authoritative rings of the bell, this was certainly not normal. Julie quickly put on her boots and rushed out of the tent bloc towards the sharp ring of the bell. A crowd was quickly forming in the dusty dirt clearing in the middle of the Govin refugee camp as people attempted to find out what was going on. In the middle of the group, dressed in the plain green uniform of the aid workers, stood on top of a few boxes with a megaphone in hand. As he raised his hand, a slow calm took hold among the people. Drawing a pair of glasses and a single piece of paper, the man scanned the crowd and began reading. “As of today at 12:00am, the Treaty of Mountasier is due to come into effect between the parties of the Gatisian civil war. This treaty, which establishes the process for ending the conflict as well as systems for the future of the country also contains provisions relating to IDPs and refugees and assurances on the safety and well treatment of returnees. Because of this the Gatisian Aid Organisation has begun working with the government to begin the process of repatriation of willing members of the camp. The GAO is now classifying the following provinces as safe....” The man droned on and on as he listed the many southern provinces which have been under nationalist control for months. Harvagny, Paysanie, Guerdiot, the list went on. As the names of lands that many here had fled were spoken, a wave of celebration and relief washed over those who would now be able to return to the land they had left long ago and that their children barely remember. The provinces listed began to drift north and Julie stood there, waiting for when they inevitably said her northern home of Mauvire. But then the man speaking abruptly stopped talking. “The northern 6 provinces have been flagged for persistent insurgent activity and heavy environmental damage and the GAO will not classify them as safe for the time being, thank you and vive la gatisie”. Amid the jubilation of many in the camp, Julie felt nothing but a dreadful mix of disappointment and confusion in reaction to the announcement. As she trudged past those celebrating their return on her way back to her tent, the only question that remained in her mind was when she would know when it was her time to return home, but she knew that even for how much she tried to predict it was something that she wouldn’t know. The only thing she truly knew, was that for her and many others the war was not over yet.

A copy of the final peace agreement, the Treaty of Mountasier, will be posted in the writing-plans-ideas-and-drafting channel of the discord server for those who are interested in reading it.

This has been a lot of fun and I greatly enjoyed getting to RP this whole thing out, so I just wanted to quickly shoutout those who’ve made it that much enjoyable by handing out a few awards to reward their efforts.

The Best Interventionist Award goes to: Blayredeshia, for being committed the whole way through and helping contribute to interesting situations and a more interesting RP as well as putting up with my bad posting schedule.

The Negotiator Award goes to: Icewindia for their dedicated involvement and creating cool scenarios with the fall of the free zone and the troop defection.

The Food, Guns, And More! Award goes to: Schwypia for their generous support of the federal government and their later intervention which made the end state more interesting as well as their withdrawal which made for a fitting end to the whole thing.

The Top Comrade Award goes to: Kynthes for their long standing alliance of the federal government and continued support of them near to the very end (As well as putting the Internationale out of its misery)

To you all, thank you!

RP: White Devils
It was only months after the peace treaty was signed and the elections not far off that under the cover of night the Blayredeshians began secretly importing a new breed of soldier to The Gatisland. These were men who wore white uniforms though would often ditch them for regular civilian clothing to lay low and catch their unsuspecting prey. These men were of the Confederate Intelligence Service and were more specifically sent by the CIS to gather lists of names and identities of men and women who had committed past crimes under Federationist rule such as "Supporting politically liberal social policies, supporting degeneracy, advocating for communism, and committing abominations against God" These, of course, were all what the Blayredeshians labelled them as though it wasn't hard to figure out what some of them really meant. For now, the CIS Agents were simply gathering names and making their lists. But soon enough they would be carrying out what many assume to be a White Terror. Meanwhile, Karloff has instructed his men to pour over whatever military records from the PAP and Dubois that could provide information on any unaccounted for militias and militants who may still be lurking out in the wilderness.

RP: Cracking Down
Meanwhile, broadcasts such as the one from Euskades would set the Blayredeshians into a frenzy as Karloff began having his men in both the Army and the Free State to begin looking for the source of such broadcasts to "permanently silence them".

Icewindia wrote:RP: Refusal - Sike (Secret)

Public Image is that Marshall Yorkshire states he will not Cooperate with Foreign Imperialists who wish to destroy the Country. Icewindia for Icewindia!

However under table Marshall Yorkshire will Accept the deal as honestly the country is in no state to fight a Prolonged War anymore. Marshall Yorkshire will tolerate the "Occupied area" and refuses to recognize the Autonomous Overseas Zone but states that once Icewindia has recovered the Reclamation of the west is inevitable.RP: Attack!

Catherine Response to Negociations was simple. "Whatever. General Jubal. Put a cap in General Goobledigook Tribe and Save the kids."

However President Omar has received news that Wolfinites have taken the Paw Confederation back. They will allow Blayredeshian Army to continue to operate conquering on there behalf with any means necessary diplomatic or forceful.

RP: Meeting? (Secret)

The New Order using old Channels contacts Blayredeshia and asks to meet with an Popular recognizable Actor and a Diplomat.

RP: A New Name (Secret)

Napoe- er Yamamoto Hiroshima disagree's. He notes however that Should Archron find out he is still alive not only would his Father Hemlock probably be sent to kill him or be killed or worse but if they even suspected they were trying to take advantage of him and knowledge they hold it could end.... disastrously. So he states its best they keep this quiet especially since no offense but his Father is kinda an.... Open Mouth to National Secret and has been known for pissing off his own allies. He trusts his Friend Prince Blayre but.... he wont trust his life in his Father's hands.

In the meantime Yamamoto Hiroshima tries to open an Hamburger Joint to get funding for his Toy Shop dreams.

RP: Guns of the South
With Catherine and President Omar's permission accessed for the future drive towards Deija; General Jubal would begin carrying out his assault on the Aqua Tribe. It would seem the Guns of Blayredeshia were firing on the south-west.

RP: Maybe (Secret to all but the New Order)
General Jubal's reply to the New Order's request was a mix as he said that while he could dispatch a Lieutenant and some assistants from his staff to the New Order, he could not spare anyone from the Blayredeshian State Ministry or any civilian actors. The General's reply did contain a segment though that seemed to hint that even if the New Order refuses to meet with the Blayredeshians they will not be considered hostile and: "As far as we're concerned we are here to secure a trade route with the city of Deija and then get out. The Emperor has no interest in interfering in Icewindian affairs as to change a government, and should the New Order begin marching troops into the west they shall find no enemies within the Blayredeshian Army." It seems that should the New Order wish to finesse the Blayredeshians out of Icewindian affairs then all they'll need to do is allow the Blayredeshian-Deijan Trade land route to be established, and most likely never hear a Blayredeshian accent again.

RP: You do you (Secret)
The Prince's CIS Agents relayed to Napoleon that he was understanding and encouraged the Icewindian to move his ventures out west to Texar where no segregation laws exist and the people specifically of either the Cities of Biaf of Rey are most likely to be friendly to his business ventures.

Windardia wrote:RP: Battle at the Front Lines

While the Nationalists continue their march north towards Socialist territory, S Company (or "Socks" Company), consisting around 100 infantry, were ambushed by around 600 Socialist infantry. Surrounded on all sides and outnumbered, S Company fought vakiantly. their commander, Captain Atric Lezel, showed great leadership in the battle. Equipped with only a sabre, the Captain fought bravely alongside his men. When the standard bearer carrying the Windardian flag was killed, Lezel caught the flag and ordered his men to rally behind him. He led a heroic charge up a hill to take a vital position in the skirmish, and was in fact at the front of it. After fighting over the hill, the Socialists on the hill were defeated. With a vital position now in their hands, they opened fire on the Socialists below them, eventually causing them to capitulate. By the end of the day, S Company had killed 250 Socialists, but had lost 80 in the process.

When news of the battle broke out, Captain Lezel became a popular figure for Windardian Nationalism. S Company has since merged with R Company. Ezrael used this victory to mock his Socialist adversaries, saying "How do you lose to a force you outnumber more than 5 to 1, when you surround them and take them surprise? Let this battle at Buyov's Trail be the telling tale for the rest of this war!"

RP: Capitalizing
With the recent success of Nationalist commanders such as Captain Lezel, General Hill has suggested to Ezrael that the combined Nationalist and Blayredeshian Armies march on the Socialist capital to swiftly end the war.

New sedran wrote:The Stalemate

Upon the NHNS defense of the city, many would have lost their lives. Only around 2 thousand NHNS would remain, and all of them, would be directed to Razors command. Highly relying on Etrius to hold the city, Razor and Savimbi would clash together. Razors forces would give all they had. Using artillery, flighted Dawn Breakers for Aerial attacks, but it would not be enough. However, while the NHNS should inflict heavy damage on the Vehicles of Savimbis forces, they could not push forward. However, digging themselves in and using foxholes with MGs, they would hold a strong defense should Savimbi make a counter push. All is looking grim for the NHNS

A Offer from afar

Generalissimo Pearse would find himself with a letter being delivered from a Archian CoF runner. The Letter was urgent, and had a Archian seal. This was something that no New Sedran could fake, it had come from Archron itself. The Letter would be a invitation for Generalissimo Pearse tom join a Commander known as "Kommandant Hesern" at a Omegan restaurant, only available to the elite. Hesern, wanted to talk

RP: Smoke and Mirrors
With Razor's forces pushed back and the initiative firmly on their side; Savimbi would have his forces prepare for another great assault on NHNS lines; this was all of course not to be as the entire counter-offensive was a ploy to allow time for the CoF to withdraw from the city. After a barrage of smoke grenades, tire fires, and other bombs were let loose in the enemy direction; Savimbi and his men would join their brothers as they withdrew from the city and made war for the "Holy Line" a mile or so behind the original NHNS-CoF Border. It would be here that the CoF had been preparing a grand network of trenches, underground tunnels, and traps as Pearse and his officers prepare for what they deem to be an inevitable counter-attack by the Etrians and Pagan Non-Humans. The husk of the sections of the NHNS City now formally controlled by the CoF would only reveal more bloodshed as IEDs, improvised mines, crucifixions, and more of the CoF's "Natalia's Piles" which were corpses placed on top of pressure mines; would remain scattered throughout the city. The bodies of Etrian soldiers too would often be nailed with signs bearing derogatory imagery and slang directed at Queen Natalia. Meanwhile, the secret investigation by Intelligence Officers from Etrius and any interrogations of Prisoners would only reveal that the CoF militants were mostly either veterans of the Blayredeshian military or radical militiamen recruited by the CoF. This of course was well-known information as the CoF prided itself on being built by veterans who shared their beliefs. Most of their equipment though would be that of the Blayredeshian military but most of its could only be traced back to being discarded by the Blayredeshian military or being sold to Blayredeshian Corporations such as Texar Oil, the East Dixia Trading Company, or the Aurelian Mining Company all of which are owned by rich individuals known for operating independently of the Blayredeshian government's wishes. It would seem that no proof of direct Blayredeshian Government involvement in the Cross of Fire's operations would be found most likely due to it never existing in the first place.

RP: Heading Back
Pearse would receive the news from the Archian runner and decided to head back to Maryville where he would then leave for the Archron empire to meet with Kommandant Hesern.

Evacasia wrote:RP:

      "His excellency, August von Hindenburg"

    At once, the heads of the thousand spectators shot around to the entrance. The large, wooden doors swung open; light pouring into the overly tall royal palace - former home of the Evacasian Kaisers. Walking slowly along the red gold-lined carpet, August Hans Frederick von Hindenburg I made his way to the top of the lavish and packed hall.

    Erik Jäger had made it clear that it was not he who would remain leader. It was the distant descendant of Ernst von Hindenburg who would claim the title of Kaiser. This was not a military takeover turned dictatorship, it was simply the continuation of a legacy which had merely been on pause for several hundred years.

    An eternity later, he reached the throne. Standing before it, draped in regal apparel, his voice boomed across the ocean of onlookers.

      "145 years, 3 months, and 5 days since it happened. Since the communists stormed the royal home, killed Kaiser Augustus I, and took the family away, never to be seen again.

      145 years, 3 months, and 5 days later, I stand before you. A testament to the Evacasian will - the will of us all to persevere, and hold to our hearts what we know to be true. Stability, peace, order and prosperity, in spite of chaos and confusion, has returned to Evacasia.

      We are a people who do not bow down to hardship. We stand, heads erect and eyes front, in the face of adversity. And as the enemies of order line up at the gate, we do what must be done. We preserve the immortal faith."

    Himself in formal attire, a helper holds out the original Imperial crown to Hans.

      "As it sat on Kaiser Ernst von Hindenburg, the Great Unifier, the original Kaiser, and the Father of Evacasia, it will now rest on my head."

    He lowers it himself, becoming the 6th Kaiser of Evacasia.

    As bells rung out across the nation, citizens erupted into ecstatic cheering. Gathered in city streets, town halls, homes and the Imperial Palace, they celebrated the return of the authentic Evacasia.

    As the palace walls shook from deafening ovation, Kaiser August I began to speak.

      "The crown has gone through treacherous uprisings. Through world wars. Through revolution and rebellion. Through civil war, instability, and economic and civil crises. It has gone through communist dictatorship, unstable republic, and fascist tyranny.

      The crown is home. Evacasia is home. We, are home."

Archron empire wrote:RP: Archron Recognizes the Kaiserreich

Archron, being a Reich itself, has shown great interest and fellowship towards Evacasia. Kaiser Roma has informed Blayredeshia of this development, and has delivered a offer to the Evacasians. 1. Archron has offered to host a meeting between the Evacasians, as well as the Blayredeshians to forge a new bond between the power. Or, Option 2, Archron host a meeting only with Evacasia, leaving Blayredeshia out

RP: Wonderful!
The news of the reborn Kaiserreich in Evacasia would be received happily in Salis as the Emperor quickly made a public address to congratulate and commend Kaiser August I on his restoration of Glory to the Evacasian Kaiserreich and "Looks forward to a divinely blessed future between the Realms of Evacasia, Blayredeshian, Archron, and all Free Peoples of Kalrania." As an official gift to the Evacasians the Emperor has offered to give them the ICS Dragon; a massive warship equipped with anti-ship missiles, anti-aircraft missiles, depth charges, and anti-submarine torpedoes as well as an assortment of .50 cal machine guns, which served as the Flagship of Admiral Greim's during the Blayredeshian intervention in the Basar Civil War against the Syndicalists and Totalists. It is hoped that the Evacasians will appreciate this gift as a sign of friendship between the old former allies.

RP: A Pleasant Dinner
Although their meeting got off to a rocky start that even caused Roma to leave; Emperor Blayre IV and Queen Boran would soon come to appreciate one another with the Emperor promising to one day travel to Schwypia to mend relations with his people's former eastern adversary, and Queen Boran even joined the Emperor and his family for dinner that night. Shortly after her departure from his estate, the Emperor would message Roma a simple yet meaningful sentence: "My boy, you've found the one."

RP: Want prisoners? (Secret to all except blay)

Blayredeshia

The Kiamaian Government offers Blayredeshia all the communist prisoners they have to be marched from all the way from the Northernmost part of Kiamai all the way to the Blayredeshian Bases down south where once they reach the base, Blayredeshia can do what they want with the communists as long as they aren’t released back into Kiamai alive.

Blayredeshia wrote:RP: Capitalizing
With the recent success of Nationalist commanders such as Captain Lezel, General Hill has suggested to Ezrael that the combined Nationalist and Blayredeshian Armies march on the Socialist capital to swiftly end the war.

RP: Agreed
Ezrael agrees to the idea, but wishes to still be the commander of the Windardian soliders. He proposes the two forces merge into one army, with Ezrael commanding the Windardians and General Hill commanding the Blayredeshians. To prevent miscommunication and chaos, both Ezrael and Hill will communicate with and inform the other of ANY plan one expects to execute.

RP: Rising (Red) Star
As the Socialists are searching for someone more capable than President Eory Gilligan to lead their forces, one man has been nominated from within the ranks of the Socialists; one Privit Roosto, a lieutenant from the Socialist ranks and veteran of the Battle of Kempten. An outspoken Communist and gifted military strategist, Roosto has been named General of the People's Army.

The desert badlands wrote:RP: Why me?

The being is already walking away; however, a piece of paper sprouts from the ground with shimmering letters that almost appear like they'll fall of the paper. It reads,

"Why do you need my help? You are forced to fight for people that threaten your life for having a sense of self preservation. The ones in the plane even did as they were told, and they were killed. Do you truly wish to serve this kind of government? If you feel this way, must there not be others? Do you know what would happen to a snake that lost its fangs? It would become helpless. What would happen if a government's own military were to turn on those that lead it?"

Unbeknownst to group of soldiers, there was a handful hiding in the branches, and he had just received new orders. "Disable anyone that attempts to harm the soldier that talked to me". The leshen was also intuitive, he knew there was a chance the commanding officer would demand to see the paper, so it had enchanted the message to only be visible to the one soldier.

RP

The soldiers withdrew from the area wondering what on earth they just saw. Back in his barracks the soldier would question what the thing told him. Later that day he would decide to meet with the officer that came with him. He walked into the office and saw that he was in a meeting with some other high ups. They were Stunned as he pulled out a gun and shot them dead.

RP: Cooperation?

The Republic sends a message to Dwarf Land4 about possibly cooperating on creating a Deep Space probe to explore the outer solar system to know more about the unknowns out there.

RP: Inter-Island Zipline

Wolfy has recently approved the construction of a brand new project, a rail line to connect the entire Archipelago together + an underground tunnel to connect the rail line to the Far West Peninsula to the Archipelago. This project once completed over the next decade will hopefully increase national connectivity, reduce reliance on ferries, and boost economic productivity.

The desert badlands

RP: A Revolution

((OORP: this is just a post about them developing new tech so you can skip over if you feel like it, there will be a TL:DR at the bottom if you're interested in what they will make but don't want to read this wall of text. If you do plan on reading this massive thing, it'd help to have a reference to the species which can be found here))

Jaromir, the king of the forest, and his fellow representatives all represent the inhabitants of the forest, and what they wish. If a change is to be enacted, they must agree on it. Plamen, who represents the Skarbnik, has been concerned about how they will defend themselves,

Plamen: "Well, let's face it, this kind of equipment was designed ages ago. The inhabitants of this world possess much more than us. Regardless of how much fancy magic we can pump into this stuff, it'll only last so long in the face of true war. Don't get me wrong, the armor is excellent, it does exactly what we need it to do, but it's the weapons that will be our downfall."

Sagan, represenative of the Dökkálfar, agreed. He pioneers the enchantments that are placed on all of the weapons and armor. If not for him, many of the complex enchantments and engravings used to produce the equipment would have been discovered far later.

Sagan: "As much as it pains me to sully mine own work, Plamen is correct. Not only are new enchantments harder to come across with what we desire to achieve, We Dökkálfar have noticed how increasingly hard it is to apply the enchantments. It takes more and more magic and space to apply them. The larger the engravings are, the more likely it is for them to be destroyed in combat, making the armor functionally a knick-knack to be put on display."

Many stood quite, they are not ones to speak of the subject as it is not what they deal in. However, Fanya, representative of the powerful Ala, speaks up. She has heard from many of her kind about the things that go on just outside of their land. She knows of what some of the people of the world possess, and how much of a threat it is.

Fanya: "It's difficult to swallow but what they say is true. We Ala are powerful and were feared long, long ago, but not even we can stand up to the 'jets' and other 'planes'. They fly too high and too fast for us to hit or catch, even with the magic from our armor and weapons. While we can defend against the 'bombs' and 'missiles' they send from those jets and bombers, its merely fighting the effects, not the cause."

Jaromir, official king and representative of the Leshen, was concerned. He had a feeling where this would go, and knew it would go against what the leshens stood for, what he stood for. He would not see his kind be corrupted the same way those who once feared and respected them.

Jaromir: "We will not become become like them. I won't allow it. I had gathered us to protect nature and the ways that were forgotten. You may not have joined me for that, but that is what ultimately brought us together. I understand that the fight will be hard and rigorous, but we must head the tough wave with our resilience. We have not survived this long because we abandoned our old ways."

As Jaromir's voice echoed through the wooden palace, Plamen and Sagan had exchanged looks, a mutual understanding of what they must say. They have a plan, and all they can do is hope the others support it.

Sagan: "You see, my lord, we have taken your standing into consideration, and we believe that there is a possibility for a different way. A way that only we can harness. One such glaring flaw in our equipment is that it is not standardized, each Skarbnik is producing them to the best of their abilities."

Plamen: "While all Skarbnik are skilled smiths, at our core, some of us are simply better than others. Humans and the such have these special places where they can make the same high quality parts over and over. Me and some other Skarbnik believe we have found a way to mimic this, along with some of their weapons, by using the Bluesteel, steelbark, and fancy Dökkálfar engraving magic."

Sagan: "There is a few glaring problems with the system, and that is the source of the magic. It will need a way to melt large quantities of bluesteel often and fast and have the power to make the equipment itself."

Pyotr, representative of the Balachko, had become worried for his people. While their magic is useful, they can only preform it so often, so long. His people might be treated like workhorses no better than the trolls, who aren't even smart enough to have a representative in the first place.

Pyotr: "My apologies for interrupting, but how do you plan to melt all of the bluesteel? I simply will not allow my people to be treated like no more than a forge to be used. I trust you are aware that our magic takes time to melt the bluesteel, and let us not forget that my peoples magic reserves are limited as well! We balachko are like brothers, and I will not have you abusing them for their power."

Sagan: "Calm yourself friend, we are aware of the predicament. This is the largest gap in our schematic so far. While our grandiose concoction certainly has the possibility to work, we are simply unaware of how to make it run. The amount of magic it takes to operate is astounding. As of yet, we still lack a solution. We had attempted to think of something that would work but we had ran out of ideas. We were hoping another representative would have an inkling as to how this predicament can be resolved."

Zora, representative of the Ljósálfar, was quick witted. It was all too familiar to her how the Ljósálfar had to imbue the Zhar-Pitsa with their light magic. After all, she was the one who came up with the technique.

Zora: "Well, would it not be possible to collect an store magic? After all, we Ljósálfar have to store magic into the Zhar-Pitsa to illuminate the lands when night comes. I'm positively certain you, Sagan, would be able to come up with a method for us to store our light magic to be used as a source of power. Our weapons already have the power to alter our, naturally, harmless magic into something quite destructive. You should be aware of this, it was your creation was it not?"

Sagan: "Brilliant! We likely didn't think of such a thing due to our magic only being applied to the engravings. Zora, you would be correct to assume that I would be able to invent such an engraving. For now, I will have to experiment with getting them to function correctly, but it should work in the finale."

Pyotr: "And what of my siblings? Would the issue of our magic being limited still not be an issue? No matter if you can get the smithing parts working, you will still need my assistance to melt them."

Sagan: "I believe a work around will present itself friend. If my assumption is correct, we would be able to harness, store, and reinforce your magic with the weaker, albeit, much more plentiful Ljósálfar magic. Would that satiate your desire for fair treatment?"

Pyotr nods in affirmation, he is satisfied with this answer, trusting in Sagan's raw skill. Jaromir, however, is still much too worried about protecting the old ways while considering adopting the project. It wasn't until he had begun to reflect on Theo Iraira Suru of the old empire in Icewindia that he had truly assessed the situation. They had respected the old ways, but an outside force using the machinations of the great betrayal had reduced them to nothing. Even with their superior strength, Jaromir's faith in his powers falters. The old empire did not bend, so it had broken. Jaromir would not see his people fall to the same fate.

Jaromir: "I see. Do what you must to get it functioning. There is one thing, however, that I forbid you from using, the instruments of the great betrayal. Are all representatives in support of this project?"

One by one, They had all agreed. First was Plamen and Sagan, followed by Pyotr, then Zora and Fanya, and finally with Jaromir. The only representatives that have yet to agree were Kasimir, Niklos, and Vasilisa, the representatives of the Malevolents which were the Chorts and Bluds, the Psoglav, and the Rusalka respectivly.

Kasimir: "This would not interfere with the roles of the Chorts or the Bluds, so it would be unreasonable to not support it"

Niklos: "As long as me and my brethren may draw blood with the new brushes of our art, we agree."

Vasilisa: "I'm in the same boat as Kasimir, this has no effect on me or the Rusalka, so it would be stupid if I stopped it"

With that, the Magikos Kingdom begins to arm itself to counter the coming waves of threats what will eventually target them and their home. But first, they must give themselves the means to be better equipped. What will follow next is the development of equipment that will rival the great creations of the great betrayal.

((OOC: this is the TL:DR, basically, they're working on making a magic factory, and will be working on magic based modern weaponry, so that they aren't at such a disadvantage.))

Srednjaci wrote:RP :SOUTH VOYTANA SECURITY COUNCIL

INTRODUCTORY WORD BY PRIME MINISTER DANIJELA MILANOVIĆ: Dear friends, welcome to Katanija!
What we do here and what we run can change the world and make it a better measure of life.
Instructed by the recent events in Ruskoye uls and Windardia, our task would be to ensure democratic processes, to protect the parade of refugees and displaced persons, and to ensure the possibility of return.
The only way to do that is if we unite.
The Security Council is not an alliance as some interpret it, the Security Council is a political body with the aim of acting in the preservation of democratic principles, sovereignty and integrity of borders protected by the most vulnerable groups of societies.

In case we want to turn our actions into an alliance that will have an economic and military aspect, I suggest that all countries of the Security Council declare themselves and make proposals.
We are here to be democratic through talking about the situation and the turbulent times we are surrounded by.
The Government of DR Srednjaci always acts with aspects of respect and mutual respect.
So it will be now. For the benefit of all of us and the continuation of the dialogue, I propose the following vote
We ask the following members and their representatives to vote in favor of the two proposals:

- The South Voytana Security Council should remain only a political body that will only have the role of discussing and giving guidance.
- The Security Council of South Vojtana should be an alliance of members for better protection of borders, social order, protection of citizens and economic alliance with the aim of free trade.

Saint Shokai- Adrian Ross
Raspotochje- Dario Butkov, Vesna Mađareć
Dotivija- Olga Medunjanin, Azamat Vakulin
Aroneda
Concordaia- Senator Lawrence Lask
Asukiro - Beatriz Rompedor de Sol
Ruskoye uls-Dzokhar Aldhaq
The Charlesland- Ròsa Nogarèda
New cadaria- Eleanor Kennedy

RP: insolence

The Asu delegate, to say the least, is displeased.

"Democracy? Free trade? Order coming from outside the borders of the confederacy? Blooded... Why are we supposed to be interested? At the moment our main concern is nationalism. It's fermenting right on our borders as we recover from the shock of the nationalist conflict we had. We can take any refugees that come our way so long as our economy can support them, that's a given by our principles, but don't expect us to care about your "human rights" nonsense that's propagated in merchant societies. We care about sticking to our own values. Free trade is an absolute no as well, we aren't going to offload taxation we otherwise procure via tariff income onto urbanite commoners and we cannot afford to take any sort of spending reduction plan, if anything we need more government spending with our current political trajectory. Wish we'd need not be insulted with proposals we can obviously only refuse. In short, I vote the prior with my authority as a member of the supreme council of Asukiro."

Her stinging eyes dart around the room and into her bag before she returns them to the presenter and retrieves a small book and pen, which she promptly begins writing in.

Srednjaci wrote:RP :SOUTH VOYTANA SECURITY COUNCIL

INTRODUCTORY WORD BY PRIME MINISTER DANIJELA MILANOVIĆ: Dear friends, welcome to Katanija!
What we do here and what we run can change the world and make it a better measure of life.
Instructed by the recent events in Ruskoye uls and Windardia, our task would be to ensure democratic processes, to protect the parade of refugees and displaced persons, and to ensure the possibility of return.
The only way to do that is if we unite.
The Security Council is not an alliance as some interpret it, the Security Council is a political body with the aim of acting in the preservation of democratic principles, sovereignty and integrity of borders protected by the most vulnerable groups of societies.

In case we want to turn our actions into an alliance that will have an economic and military aspect, I suggest that all countries of the Security Council declare themselves and make proposals.
We are here to be democratic through talking about the situation and the turbulent times we are surrounded by.
The Government of DR Srednjaci always acts with aspects of respect and mutual respect.
So it will be now. For the benefit of all of us and the continuation of the dialogue, I propose the following vote
We ask the following members and their representatives to vote in favor of the two proposals:

- The South Voytana Security Council should remain only a political body that will only have the role of discussing and giving guidance.
- The Security Council of South Vojtana should be an alliance of members for better protection of borders, social order, protection of citizens and economic alliance with the aim of free trade.

Saint Shokai- Adrian Ross

RP: Saint Shokai Votes In Favor For A Political Body
Following the introductory word, the Shokaian government has voted to keep the SVSC a political body.

Basaran wrote:RP: Creating A National Sport
Sports have long been a tradition of the living, a method to entertain the masses. Sports have changed throughout the centuries, becoming more structured and overall safer. With the KFA being hosted in Reru Tanda and the Olympics in Kiamai, Basaran has developed an interest in sports, rooting for teams and players across the board. Though while largely unsuccessful in the former and without a presence in the latter, the nation turns to localized sporting events for entertainment. With reconstruction efforts moving along relatively smoothly, eyes turn to the ruined city of New Jacinto, once the heart of the Syndicalist Gambling enterprises, ran by Icewindian Mafias. In its place will arise a new slew of gambling opportunities with the city's reconstruction blueprints to include several stadiums, one for each major sport such as Soccer, Football, Basketball, Baseball, and NASCAR. However, one arena is set to return to the spotlight after having vanished for centuries: Gladiatorial Combat.

Gladiatorial combat is something prevalent pre and during the medieval age. Quality of life however has changed since then, with more and more people having the will to live beyond their twenties and slavery having been banned for 300 years. The method of fighting was easy to create as the combatants would use wooden weapons to beat each other into submission, a win by yield game, thus prohibiting deathmatches. However, spontaneous events can include criminals condemned to death row who'll then be provided with actual weapons to kill each other with.

Queen Mirvelle, a woman who's supported several renaissance fairs over the years, authorized the construction of the arena as well as a program to jumpstart it when construction finishes in 2 years, as it got priority over the other arenas. Initial plans set to create an annual event in which combatants will compete over the period of a week for the title of "Grand Champion". The arena will also be open internationally for other nations to send in combatants of their own to duke it out in the arena.
(Victor will be determined at the roll of 20-sided dice)

Testing phases for the arena are beginning and the following nations are invited to the beta-test: Exbrenia, Archron Empire, Etrius, Kiamai, and Saint Shokai. The Beta Test will run a collection of best out of 3 fights as well as helping further flesh out the rule system.

RP: Saint Shokai Will Not Participate
Upon receiving the invitation, those in the Capitol almost unanimously voted on declination but the nation will spectate and and allow Shokaian businesses sponsor the events.

RP: Elkstase forces to flee Cervania

The Cervanian civil war has ended after several grueling years of warfare. The Elken people, alongside their Elkstase leaders and soldiers, have been forced to flee Cervania, retreating to the wildlands to the south. Those that stayed behind faces extremely harsh retaliation by the radicalized forces of Cervania who remained behind. The Cervanian nation has seemingly found religion in the form of Cervinism.

But it is a harsh religion born out of war, calling for an extremely radicalized following to uphold extremist versions of previous Cervanian teachings, such as the treatment of Does and the superiority of Stags. The death penalty in Cervania has become all too common as the Prince calls for a holy Jihad against the Elken, the Elkstase and 'All other followers of the kafir Shaytan.' Cervania has similarly banned many things in their holy nation, such as alcohol, pornography, interfaith marriages, and unmarried sex are firmly banned under harsh penalties.

The Prince himself, who has had an even greater cult of personality form around him in recent days, referring to him as the prophet of Cervus, had this to say.

"The Fatwa is given. It is now the duty of all Cervanian Stags to follow the holy teachings of Cervanism to Jihad against all kafir who would dare to put themselves above the unending wisdom and love of Cervus. Resist in Cervania, and write the victory of Cervanism!"

RP: Cervanian Punishment for Degeneracy

Cervania has devised a new form of punishment for all serious offenders of crimes in Cervania. Those who are caught committing crimes such as murder, rape, repeated cases of assault and more, are sent en mass to the Cervanian island of Qunas, where they are hunted down like dogs by the Cervanian Stag Knights using THCT-23 war rifles, swords, and peacemaker revolvers.

If they manage to survive a month on the Island, they are allowed to return to Cervania with no criminal penalties, as obviously Cervus himself has take favor to them. Otherwise they are murdered, their antlers taken if they are stags, to adorn the walls of the many Stag Knight's Keeps, dotted around the nation.

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