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Yay Auxicoin is growing already! Big fun!
Communist Beijing Must be China and Clatoria
yay..
would you like to join my political party in the North Pacific you can be the minister of foreign affairs
you are too ambitious
but i aint saying you are gonna lose
we need someone like you how about Ministry of interior
i will think about it.
if 10 people are in your party, i will be minister of coms
What? I dont think we have political parties, only individuals
Ibb and taizz and Communist Beijing Must be China
ah yeah, right, i back out.
SR RP
"Truly, this is a most strange and alien land. Oh, what manner of calamity has befallen us? I know not why we were brought here, or indeed what entity is responsible for it, but I will NOT allow Madrueji to perish! This I swear on Ahura Mazda himself! For I am Ikram el-Habib, king of Madurjei, and I will be the one who leads her to eternal domination! For I-"
A loud knock startled Ikram, rousing him from his internal musings. He was currently sitting upon his throne, having been deep in thought as he reflected upon events that had transpired. Ikram did not know why Madrueji had been transported to Strangereal, but he was determined to make the most of a bad situation. After all, this land was full of strange creatures and advanced technology, and with the right amount of diplomatic wrangling and military prowess, he might just be able to secure some of these unknown treasures for Madrueji itself.
For the present moment, however, Ikram would have to deal with this current interruption. He nodded to his guards, who proceeded to pull open the massive golden doors leading up to his throne room. In walked an elderly man, his face wrinkled and creased, his back hunched over at an odd angle. This man was no other than Ikram's faithful advisor, Fat'hi "the Cunning". He had served Ikram, Ikram's father, and Ikram's Father's Father, becoming a household staple and common sight around the palace at Khorralkhal. Personally, Ikram was quite fond of the old man, going so far as to allow him to keep his post even with there being other far younger and more vigorous candidates to replace him. Nonetheless, Ikram appreciated his ancient wisdom and unique worldview on all sorts of different manners. A man like Fat'hi would serve Ikram until the day he died.
Fat'hi slowly ambled toward Ikram, seemingly completely oblivious to the multitude of stares coming from Ikram's guards. As he approached the base of the Shah's throne, he got down on all fours and prostrated himself before Ikram, loudly proclaiming:
"Hail to you, o king of kings, my Shah! May the wise lord bless you with good fortune and a thousand years of reign! Long live you and the House of el-Haibib!"
Ikram, for his part, found this display of loyalty both highly embarrassing and unnecessary.
"Come, raise your head, Fat'hi! I know your bones have seen more than their fair share of hard work and labor. You need not prostrate yourself in my presence. So stand, your Shah orders it!"
Fat'hi slowly picked himself off the ground, ignoring any attempt of help by Ikram's guards. Fat'hi may have been old, but he was still a proud man, and he would not allow himself to show any weakness around his beloved Shah.
"My apologies your majesty, I am simply always in awe of your inspiring presence. Truly, such a man as yourself deserves the total adoration of all your loyal subjects."
"Come now, Fat'hi, you know your honeyed words will not work on me" Ikram said with a wry grin. Oh, how he enjoyed his conversations with Fath'hi! "But I take it you did not come here merely to sing my praises, no? Come, walk with me. Let us discuss certain matters together."
Ikram arose from his throne and stepped forward to join Fat’hi. He was immediately followed by a pair of his Mamlukes, the royal guard of Madrueji. Dressed head to toe in gilded mail and shining mirror armor, and wielding a massive Bardiche in both hands, the royal guard was a truly intimidating and terrifying fighting force, once completely loyal and devoted to the Shah. They made no sound despite all the armor they wore, and a faint purple shimmer could be briefly seen glowing around them. They followed the Shah and Fat’hi as they exited the throne room and went into the royal gardens.
While Madrueji might be mostly desert, there was no indication of that fact around the royal palace. All manner of exotic plants bloomed in the garden, expelling strange and unusual fragrances as Ikram and his party walked around. Beneath the palace was a massive canal system, called a Qanat, that brought all the water necessary to keep such an extensive collection of plants alive. It was a marvel of engineering and testament to the skills of both Madruejain and Desert Dwarf engineers. As Ikram walked throughout the garden, any palace workers who saw him instantly stopped what they were doing to give the Shah a deep bow of respect. Unlike most other Shahs, Ikram had insisted that his subjects need only bow in his presence, and not prostrate themselves like they usually did for the previous kings. It was a decree that everyone had followed to the letter. Everyone except Fat’hi, of course.
As Ikram continued to enjoy the sights and smells of the garden, he turned to Fat’hi.
“So, tell me Fat’hi, what business do you have with me today?”
Fat’hi grinned, revealing rows of blackened teeth, as he replied:
“A suggestion from your most humble servant, your majesty, in regards to who Madrueji should associate with on the international stage.”
Ikram considered this statement for a moment.
“You talk of who Madrueji should have relations with, yes?”
“Indeed I do, your excellency. Madrueji currently finds herself alone, surrounded by a hostile environment full of unknown characters. I believe that by allying ourselves with the strong, we can not only ensure the survival of the Madreuejian state but see it thrive as well.”
“I see”, Ikram said as he took in what Fat’hi had said. Obviously, as powerful as Madrueji was, the country would be at a severe disadvantage if it couldn’t find any proper allies to establish ties with. “Certainly, a most wise decision Fat’hi, one I wish to implement post-haste. But, tell me then, who shall we court? Who is worthy to become our friends and allies, and who can we safely ignore and pay no heed to? I know we are in the midst of establishing relations with Gothgraff and Lilium, is that not enough?
“I fear it is not, your majesty, as we could use all the friends and allies that we can get. As such, I have prepared for your majesty a list of potential candidates. Please, your majesty may read it at your leisure.”
Opening the folds on his Kaftan, Fat’hi pulled out an intricately carved scroll and handed it to the Shah. Ikram opened it, and read off the list of names that Fat’hi had proposed:
"Friently, Western Vapia, Kyoki Chudoku, Angshire, Oskarheim, Pandoska, Minuda..."
Ikram raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"This is a rather short list, is it not?"
"Indeed your Majesty, it is. We are still doing research on the other nations of Strangereal, as no other nation has yet shown its worthiness to become our allies and friends. These nations here are the most promising ones yet, I suggest we contact them as soon as possible."
"What about this...what is it called...Eternal Dominion?” I believed that they attempted to make contact with us last night?"
"Correct and astute as always, your majesty. Indeed, they send a sort of magical communication to us, though I fear that it was garbled and quite difficult to understand. The mages are still working on decoding what they sent to us."
"I see...very well. Here is my decree: contact all the nations at once, including these "Eternal Dominion" as well. Send them offers of free trade and genuine friendship (aka an offer of an alliance), and include an invitation to the royal palace with it. Be sure to send a small quantity of gemstone with each official reply. Our messenger pigeons will do the rest."
"Very good, your majesty. Will there be anything else?"
"No Fat'hi, you are free to resume your duties."
"Oh? Then, if that is the case, might I remain in your majesty's company for just a bit longer? I wish to have a conversation between us, one that does not relate to politics or matters of the state. I wish to converse with you not as your advisor, but as your friend."
Ikram sighed to himself. Fat'hi was truly loyal to a fault.
"Sure, Fat'hi. Let us forget station for just this once, and converse as friends might do!"
As Ikram and Fat'hi talked about nothing in particular, messenger pigeons were already being prepared to deliver their messages to the aforementioned nations...
Friently, Western Vapia, Pandoska, Oskarheim, and 6 othersMinuda, 5 Kingdoms of Britannia, Katuda, Ibb and taizz, Eternal Dominion, and Emeraldisia
I find it really hard to imagine your Shah talking to someone with normal conversation...
...Nonetheless it still adds a nice story bit.
Madrueji and Communist Beijing Must be China
Goood morning comrades!
Communist Beijing Must be China and Emeraldisia
We have become polar opposite ideologies. Monarchism vs Communism.
I guess so.
good morning, comrade.
Orpzis is not communist, but Vanguard socialist.
I'm both confused and intrigued...
Guess you’ve never had any wizened male figures in your life, eh?
O_o
Communist Beijing Must be China and Emeraldisia
Weather
It's currently 17.9C with cold winds of 17kph blowing and a bit cloud cover in the sky.Minimum temperature will drop to 15.5C.
Today's maximum temperature was 24C with a very warmth day with no rain and wind ranging from 15-24kph.
Dossier Breaking News of the Day.
A small but vocal minority on an unnamed (I do not name names for the most part) leftist region is denying the Uyghur genocide...
And yet they wonder why leftism is looked at with skepticism (TBH though, china is closer to fascism, no make that Nazism, than communism at this point).
Post by Maximus tyrant suppressed by a moderator.
I just don't like to be rude.
SR RP
The news of the Clatorian decision has spread across Emnaria, many cities have crowds cheering in the streets over this event. However, some people haven't been so happy. Specifically a group named "Guadelijo", the group have been committing acts of arson across the nation since the declaration of war and police are hard at work to combat this group. With the support of Clatoria, it is hoped that the war will be over soon and domestic problems will be solved.
My name is Joe Gaming from Amogus. Am I funny yet?
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