RP: Turtlebros United
Tearth has been granted full membership in the TNL and the ICT. As Imperium soldiers pass through the country, they've begun rounding up all Dharkolfians under suspicion of mafia ties, sending them to a large prison within Atraland. Task Force Indigo has begun preparations to establish a permanent border defense against Icewindia
RP: Welcome to the City of Lights
Narantuya Kabiley would be asked to first travel to Owlet the closest major port hub on the Sanguluna Strait. This time the normal meeting center for foreign ambassadors the Twilight Tower would be completely private to host the envoy of the Inkhaganate. Several of the merchants that have travel to the neighboring nation for trade would be stationed at the city's main entrances to help communicate and show the Tori on where to travel to. Which would be the tallest building with violet stained glass close to the center of the city. While the city was still busy with its normal on goes the plaza in front of the Twilight Tower was roped off to the public just several sprite guards there from the city and that of the Monthra faction. They would gladly let in anything Tori like through and access to the building given their orders.
RP: Peace in Nature
In the mountain temple in the capital city of the Bhaolin Coasts, the young Bhao Dama Niraj Pethe of the Niraj Dynasty views his eventual kingdom to rule over with Om Naik
Om Naik the Elder: “One day, I wouldn’t be needed to defend you, you’ll eventually have to rule the kingdom like your father did, but think further for prosperity of our people young Pethe.”
Bhao Dama Nitaj Pethe: “Likewise my Guardian, I hope I’ll be ready to rule when the time comes.”
RP: The cracks in the Reich
Upon the push into Tearth was a successful endeavor, the Reich had strained itself too far. With the Mark beginning to rise on the Archian side as more and more marks were being produced, Factories began going on strikes as payment was lacking. The factories making jets and bombers began refusing to build out of overclocked workers trying to finish their quotas.
Understanding the Reich was getting into a dire situation, Kaiser Dominic Von Braun gave the order to cease all military production other than basic equipment such as rifles, support equipment and rations. The sudden stop would add a temporary relief, but wouldn’t last long. The fighters deployed would return back and under orders from the Kaiser, nearly all fighters would be scrapped to be recycled into armor or rifles. Only one thousand in fighters would be left for the airforce, along with only five hundred in bombers. The active fighters would be placed within five hundred, and the bombers in 250. The remaining aeroplanes would be placed in reserves.
The Kaiser began making economic reforms to begin working on the Civilian side of industry, hoping to open up trade amongst the world as civilian industry would be placed at the forefront, placing the military on the back burner. The civilians began to come back around, but heavily remained within a status of anger. The Kaiser also opened more jobs within the scrapping of the jets in hopes to provide all the former pilots and engineers new jobs. In addition to those, a plan to begin creating new civilian industries around Rotalia and Avia would go underway.
The Archian government informed Woleve Atraland of its current situation, and has taken a passive stance for the time being. Stating that the industrial aspect was more important than a fighting force.
A variety of large Imperium corporations have offered to open up within Archron, providing stable jobs and building infrastructure in the nation for a period of 10 years, where upon the end of the contract all industries within Archron would be sold off to Archian citizens. An order has come from the ICT for Archron to immediately return their Marks to the gold standard the entire currency is intended to be based upon to prevent hyperinflation from hitting the rest of the ICT. 30 year zero-interest small and medium business loans are being offered by the Imperial Reserve to keep the middle class afloat while Archron restructures its civilian industry.
RP: Eastern Magyarorzag Nazhitak - Spirits High, God Higher
Pecs, Magyarorzag - Coming before the vicious crowd of enraged Catholics, Silvas' Nazhitaks looked towards their path with a feeling not unlike frustration. No more was this felt than within Silvas herself, who understood the value of Pecs, a city charged with holiness like a conduit flowing from God themself. But, as a follower of John, extreme in her interpretations or not, there were many things that Silvas understood in regards to God and the so-called Christians of Pecs who pledged themselves to dividing the One into three. She understood that the God of these Christians was limited in his scope, bashful and undeniably vengeful; an ignorant and weak emanation of something indescribably greater. She also knew, beyond any reasonable thought, that though these Christians gathered around the Conduit of Pecs like moths on a lightbulb, the light did not come from the Mother-Father, for God was not in these hollow tombs. God was in Her.
And she spoke to the Catholics, saying, "Look at us Pecs! Look at this great generation of followers of the Way of Christ. Shout against us all ya'll can, cause yall's screams will give way to raw throats and mute lips! When we were placid and willing to serve God under ya'lls shade, you all called us siblings of Christ, but now that we chase what is right, ya'll degenerate into the oppressors of the Magyar and call us heathens, heretics, and children of the street! Tell us what we really are, shout it out and reveal who ya'll really are! Don't ya'll see, the Child of Humanity stands before ya'lls very eyes! Ready to judge!"
Snina, Magyarorzag - When John Nash rolled into Snina, he brought with him the full force of the Nazhitak Movement upon his lips. Speaking with a renewed vigor to the inquisitive populace all the teachings he had spoken since his arrival in Khust many, many months ago. In his sermons, John used the rural environment around to exemplify the Nazhitak view of corruption on the face of Kalrania, describing cities and material attachment to something "like a tumor and infection. A corruption of the Mother-Father's creation and spirit." On the edge of Rumanian and Magyarok civilization, already so distant from the usage of objects cellphones, computers, and television, John Nash was totally ignorant that another preacher of the Barbelite faith was teaching a very similar message, hundreds of miles away.
RP: Sofites - Spirits High, God on Equal Ground
Braila, Rumania - Szófia of Galati has returned after a period of a lengthy absence, but it is not Galati she has rapidly manifested in. Instead, she has appeared in Brailia, a smaller city just across the Harbor from Galati. As in latter, Szófia has continued preaching in the quiet and private areas of the city, delivering brief sermons and parables, before vanishing as quickly as she appeared.
"Very rightly, I must urge ya'll to picture a city like Galati, or even one such as Braila. Look down on it like a dove descending from a cloud and see how it glows in the night, not unlike how Barbelo shines herself; full of wisdom and compassion. But now as a dove, soar ya'llselves down into the streets. Swoop into the alleys and ghettos and sewers and find the poverty within. A poverty not unlike the emptiness of the First Ruler, who has many things but owns none of it. It is a poorness that traps the dove and clips its wings in preparation for a feast. Rightly I say, the Archons of Heaven shine like Barbelo, but deceive with the poorness of Samael. Follow me then, and know Wisdom is not in the city lights or the ghettos, but is within all ya'll. Follow me then, and fly to the fullness of Barbelo offers!"
And with the conclusion of her sermons, Szófia once more vanished quietly from Braila
RP: Treachery of the 10th
It is the 3rd of April, 2170. The day has thus far been calm and the government is operating as normal. Queen Boran has just departed for a state visit to the Archron Empire, taking elements of the secret service with her. It was only then that a message was sent to Grandmaster Rheim of the First Guard, straight from General McAfee of the 10th Rifle Division, the unit tasked with upholding the defense of the capital during times of war. The message was quite simple: “At 11 am precisely, soldiers from the 10th will enter Milare with the express purpose of removing Prime Minister Rhodes from power. Lay down your arms when we arrive and no blood will be shed.”
But the First Guard has never gone quietly. Frantically, Grandmaster Rheim organized what Guardsmen he could for a defense of the government, summoning around 700 Guards by the time the first wave arrived. In their trucks, thousands of soldiers poured into the city to surround Government Square, Milare’s defenders becoming the city’s attackers…
It was into this situation that Lieutenant Roma von Braun found himself stirred awake. One of the first responders, Roma met with the other officers of the Guard. As the clock struck 11, Guardsmen were still rushing about and Roma charged into the officer’s meeting room. About 30 other officers gathered in the hall, Grandmaster Rheim at the head. His eyes tragically fell upon Roma’s, grief-filled determination surging within them.
“Men, the rumor is true,” Rheim began. “Elements of the 10th have decided to lead a coup against the Prime Minister. As Guardsmen, it is our sworn duty to prevent this. The 10th will attack on foot any minute. They will not risk using any kind of aircraft or heavy artillery, lest they endanger civilian lives. We have reason to suspect that this is an isolated incident. Other army groups will arrive in the city to aid us, but we have to hold out until then. Lead your Brothers well; the odds may be stacked against us, but recall that the original Guardsmen stood fewer than we during their first defense. Remember the onslaught faced by the Guard in 2011. Remember the Westenburg Rebellion of 2038. Forever vigilant…”
Hours passed. Roma had lost count of the number of soldiers he had killed today. Wave after wave, the 10th came, yet the Guard held. But word came from every flank that the line was beginning to waver. Building after building had been lost until all that remained defended was Parliament itself, where the Representatives and the Prime Minister took shelter. Windows had been bashed to make way for machine guns and sandbags enveloped the property. When the officers met again, around only half rallied to the position. Among them was Grandmaster Rheim, though he arrived last and between the arms of two soldiers. Blood stained his uniform from several gunshot wounds.
Fatal wounds, Roma knew. His life is just about over. Slumped against the back wall, the officers and several lower rank Guardsmen huddled around their dying Grandmaster to heed his final command. The faces of each man and woman said they too knew his final breaths were imminent.
“Until… the end… keep… fighting,” Rheim managed, his breathing becoming shallow. “Reinforcements... soon… Hold…” And his breath faded, the last defiant sparks in his eyes dimming with a quiet resolve. Grandmaster Rheim was dead. Next to Roma, Captain Harwen, the Guard’s second-in-command, gulped. Harwen stepped forward, standing before his fallen commander. He cleared his throat, preparing to speak, but was soon cut off…
It started as a murmur in the back before sweeping across the entire crowd. Roma, near the center, could not see what the commotion was about, but the looks of each Guard about the ends told him that something was amiss. Their eyes bulged at the source of the commotion and their jaws threatened to fall off their faces. Roma could see the sea of men and women shift; someone was approaching. And when the figure reached the center, Roma too fell victim to dumbfoundedness.
She stood at five feet, two inches, a meager height amongst the members of the Guard. Dressed in a ballistic vest, stealth fatigues, and a billowing blue cloak, the woman halted about the table at the huddle’s center. She swept the platinum blonde hair with a single black streak out of her eyes, and looked about the Guard with stern resolve. Her presence should not have been possible, yet here she stood.
“Rally your men, we’ll spearhead straight through their line in five minutes,” Dawn Alore said, pointing to a map of the area. With that order, Dawn left the center of the huddle, the Guardsmen avoiding her like the plague as she passed. For a moment, nobody could move, nevertheless speak, until Roma roused them from their shock.
“You heard her, men!” With that, the Guard followed Roma and Captain Harwen, who in turn followed Dawn. They found her before the massive doors of Parliament, outside of which hundreds of soldiers of the 10th waited. With a powerful kick, Dawn exploded the doors open, raised her bayonet-primed rifle, and charged with a mighty war cry. Amongst the hedgerows, Dawn was hard to see, but the dumbfounded Guard watched her cut down soldier after soldier. And so too did the Guard rage, an all-encompassing war cry erupting through the halls of Parliament. They charged, and the enemy broke.
After two more hours of battle, the coup was over. Broken by the First Guard’s charge, the 10th attempted to rally before a loyalist contingent of the 10th arrived to envelop their traitorous brothers. General McAfee had taken his life before capture, leaving a few thousand of his troops behind to be taken into custody. Roma, and many others, searched for Dawn in the aftermath, but no trace of her remained. Perhaps she had never even been there; after all, it was impossible. Yet Roma had seen much in his time, he knew that she had rallied the Guard to save them in their time of need, leading the charge just as she had in 2038. He knew that their testimony would be described as some sort of mass hallucination, just a story for bards to sing about the triumphant stand of 2170. Yet Captain Roma, the new second in command of the Guard, knew the absolute truth: he had fought beside a legendary figure that day, and he would never forget it.
RP: Migration - The Megálikínisi
It was but a declaration, and the march began without question. Every scroll, structure, and the near million person strong of the Ducal States were packed to move, but this was no normal day for the aitti. The Megálikínisi was announced across the land, the great migration; a journey to entirely new lands, done after many years of familiar pasture. Every man must go, and those who refuse are summarily executed for treason. Not a thing is left behind, not a soul- it is as if there had never even been a people in the former home of Gorgon to begin with.
"I have seen from the lore of the world, a place where we will find stead!" Demigorgon declares to his clan, dressed imposingly as is befitting his rank. The camps across the nation thunder with his voice, as the many men of his State toil away with his orders. "The Realms to the West hold money and power, befitting our service. We will treat with them, there, and see for ourselves if this world is TRULY worth our attention!"
All of Ducal Gorgon will travel to the borders of Atraland, from whom the Demigorgon formally requests audience with upon his arrival there. He seeks land fit for use by his countrymen, along with the autonomy to act as he pleases when not bound by agreement. In return, he will engage in the military affairs of the region...
RP: Opening the Investments
The Archian government accepted the companies investments and began working in tandem with them. The government also followed the order for the currency to be swapped to the Gold Standard. Such a switch would take time around the nation but did see a significant improvement thus far. Talks of reducing the military size all together have been placed on the table as an option to help the repairs. However, such a move would place millions of Archians out of jobs, a move the government cannot afford to make. Banking on the civilian market working, the government has revealed its plans to begin revitalization of its most important infrastructure such as roads, airports and tele-communication lines. Railways have also come to light as a vital necessity which has been placed for the Atralandian companies to carry out as the Archian ones get onto their feet.
As an overall plan the following plots are hoping to be achieved within a 10-20 year period:
-Increasing the Civilian factory production
-Improving road and other vital infrastructure
As for now, the military has been garrisoned around the mainland and its Islands. The Archian militarism has ceased in favor of creating stability within the Island. Native Avians have been recruited for these operations in hopes of working integration much more throughly.
RP: Meeting with the Nomads
Upon their arrival, they are given free reign of the Aboralium AEZ to settle in, with special rights to hunt and forage on any land in the region so long as they take care not to destroy any farmers crops they come across. Upon their arrival, the Sol Invictus would meet with Demigorgon.
Following Hemlock's touchdown, the plane, its crew, and Hemlock are all detained. The crew are taken into custody for questioning, the plane is locked up in a hanger, and Hemlock is questioned too. Afterall, not only did he fly in to the Republic when a travel ban has been in effect for many years now, he has an expired passport. And since he's now civilian, he will be treated as such in Wolfinite Custody. The crew will likely be sent back to Icewindia, and Hemlock could share the same fate too until the ban is lifted. They entered illegally in a public airport, they'll be treated as illegals then.
RP: Sudden Motions
Today orders were set in place to begin a rapid and total mobilization of the active duty and reserve forces of the Imperium. The civilian economy has seen numerous factories ordered to switch to production of military arms, while thousands of propoganda leaflets are spread in the streets, encouraging patriotism. Whispers and rumors are everywhere in the Church of Sol, talking of a new Solar Crusade on the horizon. Task Force Indigo is seeing significant restructuring, with its reserve forces being returned to station in Atraland, while active duty forces replace them. It seems the goal is to have the full active duty force of the Imperium Army set up on the border with Icewindia while reserve forces garrison the country. The Imperium Air Corps have begun moving all aircraft to bases within striking range of the Icewindians, with a new oil tax being levied on oil companies in the AEZ, requiring half of their oil to be forcibly sold to the state at market cost, this move will soon increase civilian oil costs, in response to these concerns, the Invictus simply issued the statement, “Learn to ride a bike.”.
RP: Treaty with Old Government (Endpost)
XY and old Tearth Government had made a deal to allow an 3 Year deployment of an Icewindian Army. However with recent Coup it seems the deal has fallen through. All Icewindian investments have stopped and Civilians are told to get out of country while they can.
RP: Pilots and Hemlock
Pilots dont care but Hemlock appeals to his Marriage certificate.
RP: Mafia and Citizens Taken
800 Mafia Members and 3,800 Citizens among them is mostly Deijan Snakes and targeted Shardin have been taken in arrests.
An Ultimatum has been sent requesting the Tengerian Throne. Queen-Regent Catherine the leader of Icewindia wishes to meet with Emperor Blayre 5th to discuss the Ultimatum details as her Daughter Akulda who will be attending the meeting as well has convinced her mother to attend for a possible peaceful solution.
The Fate of Tengerina hangs in the Balance.
RP: Standing firm
The Archian government has denounced the Ultimatum as a desperate effort to hold onto the fading power of Icewindia. Archron has removed a section of the Garrison forces, mostly one million in standard infantry with anti tank equipment, and has begun sending the regiments to Woleve Atraland.
In addition, Archron has retrieved from the reserves 1,000 Wolverine light tanks, being the largest mobilization of armored mechanized vehicles in Archian history.
Even as Archron has ceased its military production, it is able to offer its preexisting divisions to aid in what appears to be Icewindian aggression. Kaiser Dominic has called for Icewindia to retract the ultimatum immediately, or potentially incur the wrath of the TNL and glorious ICT.
Following yet again renewed interests in their Friends to the North, the Confederate Government has sent to the Xin-Fael Government an invitation to a Diplomatic Meeting in Ivery. Included as well in the visit's invitation is a 2-Week Stay in Ivery, with all prerequisite expenses paid and a hefty allowance for the visitors throughout their time in Ivery and in the Confederation.
High Queen Leyaile Arala herself has expressed interest in meeting with the Xin-Fael once more, and eagerly awaits a Xin-Fael Response.
Throughout Solingarchi History, there had always been stories, legends, myths about the lands to the Confederate West. Legends of untouched, virgin paradise lands, full of wealth and the lands of the gods. Stories about dark, terrible monsters who hunted brave Confederate Soldiers and innocent colonists in the age of antiquity. Myths of vengeful gods and their eldritch servants, on a dark throne deep in the hidden lands.
Whether these stories be true or not, Confederate Settlements - the few that were ever made - never stuck on these lands, No Confederate Interest was accumulated in these lands, and the various nations stayed well away.
To public knowledge, this is the whole truth. The lands were too violent for permanent settlement, too unfit for any life to live and prosper. However, to the few entrusted by the High Queen with the burden of knowledge, the handful of people in the history of the Confederation shackled with truth, they know that this is far from the truth.
The "Virgin Paradise of the West", known as Setumura, was a land of incredible diversity. Filled with numerous resources and much material wealth, Setumura was - in a sense - the Confederation's Sister. Setumura was, similar in form to the Confederation but differing itself, a Federation of States located on Akjana Minor. Inhabiting it's various states were 6 different peoples - the Fareen, Iradans, Arjake, Arcadians, Teryo, and Metanni - who, more or less, lived in peace with one another. In the modern day, the nations of Setumura were in a state of prosperity. Cooperation and Friendly Competition between the Setumuran Nations led the nations to develop to the level of the Confederation.
Almost 5 Centuries ago, following a particularly horrible conflict, the Setumurans and Solingarchi Royals signed a treaty. The treaty, which ended the war, led to the separation of Setumura and Solingarch. As per the terms of the treaty, all public records of the Setumurans - in order to prevent a second conflict - would be destroyed. History Books were recalled and either destroyed or edited to remove any and all mentions of the Setumurans, and any other record was confiscated, ripped apart, and burned with Concentrated Crest Magic to ensure their fullest destruction. Only then, when one of every record was archived into the Royal Vaults, was the treaty fully achieved. As generations passed, and children aged, reproduced, and died, the public completely forgot about Setumura. Similarly, the Setumuran Public forgot about Solingarch.
The Treaty was written to only last 500 Years. That was how long the Setumuran and Solingarchi Royals thought the treaty should last, how long it should take for everyone to forget about their opposite and how long it would take for the threat of a 2nd Conflict to fully die off. A 2nd Treaty was never mandated, never signed, never even thought about, and so now, in the modern day, the treaty is finally coming to it's due end. 499 Years, and soon the treaty will end.
As the years draw closer, Setumuran and Solingarchi Royals separately open their Vaults, and begin their contingency plans to release the knowledge. Internet Spaces secretly go dark, allocated to some larger address. Ministers and Dukes receive their orders and are sworn to secrecy, as the final day draws closer and closer - as the truth grows closer and closer to breaking.
RP - Tour of Atlantic Stegosaurs
once the Queen arrived, The Stego Tourist made a welcome introduction and told the following statements: "Atlantic Stegosaurs is the 1st nation populated by a dino species, but since we became an intelligent species we came onto ideas to start off our civilization which occurred a while ago, someday we'll reach to your nations level as a sign that we are here". The proceeds showed her its 1st tour spot, the main agriculture facility which is where it directly goes to Stegosauria Atlantis, the capital of the whole stego regime which is its 2nd tour spot, including a section which stegos believe they may have come from, just near the capital. Then the 3rd tour spot goes to the colonies of their own where building materials were stocked for upcoming infrastructure to be built, maybe a radio tower, or some new judicial court the stego council debated. for the 4th he shows the queen reserves and historical lands which shows a picture or 2 of the land before stego domination. He also notes to the queen that the military is expanding in order for the nation's defense to be more stable as expected.
RP: Meeting End
In a meeting between Queen-Regent Catherine of Icewindia and the XY of Tearth, the XY allowed Icewindia to deploy an army in Tearth to take care of the mafia troubles. However, as soon as the meeting ended, the XY was met with a coup, and she would be arrested.
RP: Mobilization for Defense
After seeing tensions rise between Icewindia and Tearth’s allies in TNL, Tearth has decided to mobilize 350,000 troops to the southern border for defense just in case Icewindia decides to do something to Tearth.
San Lata's allegiance to Aurora has led many thinking that the war will only drag in Nonadia one way or another. Whether it be due to Nonadia sending in troops or Nonadia commanding an army. Either way, the Third Imperial Armed Forces has limited time to pull itself together. Missile defense systems across Nonadia are put at full readiness, with any missile willing to hit a major city being destroyed if it manages to get close. The Third Imperial Navy is putting orders to expand its arsenal. 50 new submarines and 4 new aircraft carriers, 20 new corvettes, 10 new destroyers, and 30 new missile cruisers within the next 1 - 2 decades. This overall will cost over 40 billion Nanoes (80 billion USD), the biggest purchase for the Navy since it existed.
The Third Imperial Army has ordered 3,000 new C-1 tanks, but so far, the purchases have been delayed to make room for the navy.
King Uzanad is being sent to discuss the current situation and possibly, arrange a royal marriage.
RP: Arranged Marriage
Queen-Regent Catherine agreed to arrange something and sent Princess Solara Winter. Age 40, Religion: Solist Species: Dragonoid.
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RP: The Formation of the Mechanists and Mechanism
Months ago, the Archians were pushed back and wounded by the Pravadan assault. Having placed a small garrison outside of the new territory, the Archians would have successfully begun integrating the Avians into society. With Garrisons moving about the mainland, orders to enter Pravda again were sent. A group of 20 soldiers had begun their journey in when they were stopped by a few infected Avians. The Archians pleaded that they only wanted to see their leader to the birds, of which they were granted access to. After a days journey, they stood before the Siren. Dropping their jaws, they partook in the sight of wires and parts everywhere. The Siren adored their curiosity and merely asked them why they were so surprised. The Soldiers replied with the tales of Machinism, and the horrors it brought. They had been searching for a new religion to follow, for an entity to worship and rely on. Sensing an opportunity, the Siren would have no objections to praise from the humans she had just encountered. Dawning the name "Mechanism", the Soldiers saw first hand what the Siren could do as she stepped from her throne. Walking to a soldier, she sensed he was in some way. Spreading RAS throughout his whole body, he had an undiagnosed case of Type 1 Diabetes. She quickly tended to his need and cured him completely of his illnesses. She immediately began to receive praise and undying loyalty to the Siren and her ways. The rest of the forces would do so as well, which placed a smile on the Sirens face.
Later that week, The Siren became a hot topic for the Archian government and the civilian populace. Pravada became a holy city as more and more Archians began flooding in for a conversion to the Mechanist ways. pressure began to rise within the Government to make it the national religion as members of the government began to convert into Mechanists. Under the Kaiser, Dominic permitted this as he himself began to lean towards Mechanism. The Siren was busy around the clock mending and converting lost Archians of the Machinist faith, to the new ways of Mechanism.
The Siren gloated to Sibir and even went so far as to call Catherine and Akulda, bragging about how she had the Archians within her hands. While the tone was mocking at first, her tone soon changed as Archians began taking their sick and dying children to her, wanting and begging her to cure them. As she did so, her mind towards the people became more loving and attached to her new followers. Within Pravda, she began holding Archians back and infecting them with the RAS, to carry out her will within the rest of Archron. However, they would not infect anyone or anything. These new infected were called "Forerunners", and they served as leaders outside of Pravda.
RP: Beginning recruitment of the locals
As production began to make its way more north, Archron began recruiting locals to make integration within Archron much simpler and transition easier. Roads and factories were the main concerns as humans began taking to the north, building mainly roads and communication towers there, along with some factories.
Conversion here is meaning to the faith, not being infected
RP: Nationalism Rises Again
The expected collapse of the NL has not been met yet. The Foreign Affairs Observance Union has not expected this. However, the Republic sees that Nationalism in Kynthes might rise again. The suppression of illegal nationalist parties, as well as supporters of the Nationalist League shall be legalized. However, majority of SDP, LDP and other opposition groups have opposed this action, seeing it as unconstitutional and hypocritical of the Republic. This leads to the Technocratic Bloc rising in membership.
RP: Mt. Jinpa Monastery Bhaolin Monk training
In the Monastery in the Capital of Mt. Jinpa, a training regiment for a Bhaolin Martial Arts tournament coming up, 600 children of the age of 12-17 meditate, breaks bamboo bundles, and test their flexibility.
RP : What should I say?
Feltz became anxious at giving his opinion on the terror incident. After all, mages all over the Seibalath have different methods of performing spells, and it was likely Midribbonia's were completely alien from them. He hesitated to respond for a minute, as he was after all a diplomat, hardly an investigator.
" Three whirlwinds? That might have took a lot of preparation for them to conduct. The uh . . . magic people use in the Seibalath require numerous instruments and ingredients to conduct spells, the one I done earlier was just a simple parlor trick. Specialization is required for us to adequately comprehend the miracles we are performing, especially at this scale. I understand none of the ritual circles that are placed here, apologies, but a mage of your own blood might. I suggest tracing back the components to suppliers, unless if it something extremely common, or finding information connected to the ritual circle. Interrogation or reading a book might help? "
RP : Om Nom Nom Nom
The lich-diplomat locked its gaze on the meal. He moved his finger in the air, forming a floating white powder substance that eventually forms a ritual circle akin to the celtic cross. The skull-pet clenches its teeth four times and spoke on its own. " Laya del silla. ". It results into the circle disintegrating completely, upon Melladar begins eating the meal happily. The food disappears into his jaw, including the beverage.
" This is refreshing, Salla kana (Thank you)." He complemented modestly. Melladar's sense of taste is extremely dulled, being an illusion of senses made by the spell, so he instead took enjoyment in the sustenance that it gave him. He took a sip from the tea, similarly disappearing in his jaw instead of splashing around his ribcage. One thing that could be gathered here is that it was absorbed directly by his body, although where it would go is unknown.
" Sorry about the elaborate show I had to put on, I cannot eat as naturally as your kind. " He embarrassedly apologized. " I have one thing to add about the Seibalath, although it is of my own opinion. Me and my colleagues believe that one of the states, named Lentelan, will ultimately succeed in its quest to conquer all of the confederacy for better or worse. I do have a request, if the time were to come, to allow my people to refuge in your state. The Tershen do not want to see their work of the centuries be undone by the madness of the living, no offence to your people but those in our area. "