The Delegates nod before the female delegate takes out a form and put it in the table, then slid it to the Empress.
Woman Delegate: "Sign this, and everything on the base will be honored. And also your government agrees not to speak a word about this to any other governments not part of our plan, at least until they are part of it. And also to withhold thus information from the civilian populace, we don't want to cause a mass panic."
The Empress took it with elegant hands and her eyes observed every word written upon the paper. She produced a seal of deep green jade and pressed down, thus signalling Imperial agreement.
With the seal, a plan has now gone into effect. Whatever is coming in the fallowing years, and whatever is below the surface of our world, we all must fear it. And we all must work together to prepare for it.
Woman Delegate: "Alright, it is done. Construction will begin in the fallowing weeks, and we will begin transferring information about these Behemoths to your government."
Male Delegate: "Before we adjourn this meeting, is there anything else you would like to discuss?"
The SM Arc
Deep in the Feng Dynasty Countryside
A young man watched an old couple eat dinner inside their home, he had a wide and sick smile on his face, his eyes seemingly covered by a shadow. But he changes his smile to a friendly smile and walked up to the home. He knocked on the door and the elderly man opened up, he was incredibly polite and they had a conversation, it would be awhile before he would enter the home his smile going back to his bone-chilling one from his little "Present" at the palace.
7 Hours Later
A teen Fengese girl walked up to home of the elderly couple, perhaps a friend or relatives? She noticed something was off, the door seemed to have been left opened. Fearing what could be inside she rushed in yelling their names, and found something that shook her to the core.
There was the couple, hanging there from what seemed to be straps on their feet, body, and hands, and they were in a twisted version of air ballet. The elderly man had an old sword through his chest, and the woman had her neck in a very sickening direction, both with smiles cut onto their faces.
All she could do was just collapse to the ground onto her knees and stare, they was spinning and doing the dance, as if someone had recently done this. That fear became reality as the Smiling Man came from behind her.
Smiling Man: "Welcome home, 'Little Phoenix'" He says the nickname only her grandparents gave her, she could only sit in complete shock and fear as the man kneeled down in front of her, moving her hair behind her ear, and putting her grandmothers hair pin, a small phoenix. He smiled even wider before he stood up and left the house, taking off his gloves and carrying them as he walked away from the scene.
The Smiling Man Has Claimed two more Victims
A many greetings to every nation in this region. Hello. This is a royal message from the international ambassador of Thodor.
We are a seaside country with a rich history of having both a monarchy and a democracy to rule the country.
This is the government structure and political situation in Thodor:
Thodor is a land ruled by a monarch who has a senate to advise him what to do. The monarch does have a lot of authority however tries to rule the country in a way that brings safety and peace to his people. The monarch, king Patrick VII the green, is a good ruler loved by the people. However many elections are held in the provinces that are corrupt and Thodor has a tension between the nation and different political factions. This has lead many to either advocate for the end to the monarchy, or an end to democracy. Thodor has been known for having both a democracy and a monarchy and therefore abolishing either is seen as as a rebellion against the state...that is unless the monarch gets rid of elections however king Patrick VII the green supports elections further angering both groups.
The religion of Thodor is Christianity. The people are very faithful and Christian faith is a very important part of the daily life of a citizen of Thodor.
The citizens are usually very friendly towards each other and many are starting to get used to foreigners.
The capital of Thodor is called Fa city and is known for having the largest Cathedral in the country, for having a beautiful river flowing through the center, and for it's medieval walls which were usee to defend the capital back in it's history.
With this greeting and introduction of this nation, I wish good health for your nation and your leader!
Rossendam, 18th June 2020.
Greetings, Thodor. Welcome to Northern Utopia.
Our Ministry of Foreign Relations has examined your nation and although it was just recently founded it seems like it could soon become a valuable ally and trading partner.
Even if you decide that perhaps aligning with Arwindom is not in your best interests we wish the best of luck to your nation and your citizens and do sincerely hope you'll enjoy your stay in Northern Utopia.
Andrew J. Beckford.
The country of Barqa, a loosely unified collection of provinces drawn together after the dismantling of an empire at the end of the Great War, has a population of almost 60 million. Having been subjected historically to a great many movements of peoples, religious conflicts, ethnic migrations, refugee flows, and colonial powers, there exists a great amount of division within the country. Barqa has a disparate government, with weak central authority, other than it's ability to receive international recognition and thus authority. It can through force and other means secure a revenue, a revenue which often goes into the hands of politicians and their families and preferred clients. Much of this revenue is spent on arms, and various security forces.
Barqa is notable for it's great and extensive oil and petroleum deposits, as well as high-quality sand and stone, and an abundance of clay. Other resources include rich farmland in some parts of the country.
Black market and grey market activity is huge. Militias, self-defence groups, corrupt police forces, local councils, and autonomous areas exist in abundance. Yet many charities and other organisations work to relieve humanitarian issues. Some do not welcome these. And yet, with the chance to get a job, or merely blend in and be one of many in the sprawling towns filling the country, refugees will come here. The porous borders between provinces, and occaisonally different laws between them enable crime, smuggling, and traffiking, as well as the movement of people.
So this, then is Barqa, a country of extremes, of vulnerabilities, and cruelties, of charities, and of hard work; it is a country of many peoples, of many towns, of many interests. It possesses many resources, and great potential should a government or other group secure control. But for now, division is supreme.
It is in this nation that Barqarorsozii Ilohi, the Divine Movement for the Restoration of a Golden Era, has come to fruition. Described by some as terrorists or as criminals, or as a militia. It is not this. It is a movement guided by fervent and wise leaders, unifying good people together to be defended from corruption, and to secure power for the sake of justice, rather than exploitation. So Barqa is the country this is set in, and there will be worldbuilding of it, but this movement will likely be the primary thing roleplayed.
OOC: Hello NU. You are a roleplay region. It is modern, and mixed. I hope that we can enjoy things together.
St. Normia, Saturday, 12:38 AM
Walking the main street of St. Normia, Kaiser Omega looked upwards at his office. The top of the spire was an opportune vantage point to the rest of the city of which he ruled. His office was at the top of the highest tower in Corlenia, the helm. He and his allies in the ministry knew that place as home, but since Milo began becoming more... unlike himself, the Kaiser found himself uncomfortable in the security of its titanium and marble walls and mahogany furnishings. He found himself wandering the streets, waltzing in the streetlights, and generally taking in the sights and sounds of the people of St. Normia.
Kaiser Omega strode through the automatic doors at the front, a set of guards holding their rifles close, and standing to the side, saluting the figurehead with a raised fist. He greeted the two masked soldiers with a small, genuine smile. He held his head high as he made his way to his secure elevator, calling the car down.
Constructed in 1977, the Helm was envisioned as the tallest building in Corlenia. It was funded out of the pocket of the central government, and in return, it would be used to house the members of the central government and the ministries themselves. The head designer, Oostren Vita, took inspiration from several other megatall skyscrapers and was designed to look "otherworldly". The outside is an incredibly slim tetrahedron, but it expands outwards like a cylinder at the bottom, and the bottom is spread out into a large circle, acting as a support. Because of this, the interior is designed to be cylindrical at the bottom, but triangular at the top. At the 130th story, a small cylinder is placed in the middle of a large spire, held up by coils. This is the seat of the Kaiser, the Ovatemn, or Circular Office. A hyperfast security elevator is required to reach this room, and the Ovatemn itself is heavily guarded by upwards of thirty Elite Guards at a time, armed with CR-180 assault rifles. It is a symbol of imperial might, and the influence they will always hold above all other branches of government, even if they don't want to admit it.
Nearly thirty seconds later, the car arrived, slowing to a halt before the doors opened, and Omega walked through. He pressed the number 130 on the floor pad, and the doors closed.
One painful 45-second elevator ride later, the Kaiser arrived on the top floor, his floor. Stepping out of the elevator, he'd expect himself to feel more at home, but still, he couldn't understand why he just couldn't feel as if this haven, this escape from the brutal reality of the world, was too unappealing to him.
Walking to his desk, he took several glances at the city around him, full of lights and life. He looked out to the port, where hundreds of vessels make stops daily, for military, cultural, and economic purposes. He looked to his educational district, still under construction, but looking relatively better than when he first got to work on it after the attack.
Finally, he looked to the quarantine zone, where the rubble of several collapsed skyscrapers still stood.
The grim remembrance of the event shook him to his core. When he was forced into that tiny bunker, along with civilians, his civilians, he couldn't help but break into tears. He was at such a position of power, such a place of envy, but he was still a citizen of Corlenia, and his fellow citizens are his brothers and sisters.
He failed to protect his blood and bone. He failed to stop the missiles before, and now he couldn't yet again.
He felt unworthy as if his position was better suited to somebody else. As if he would be better off as a clueless civilian.
God knows it would be best if his loyal citizens were clueless themselves, that they weren't burdened by the stress of trying to hold an entire nation together.
The sound of the elevator doors opening shook him out of his thoughts.
"Sir." came a voice behind him.
The Kaiser turned around and was pleasantly surprised by the fact that his Minister of Defense, Jeffery Callihagn was standing before him. He held a small map in one hand, a glass screen in the other.
"What do you have news on?"
"I think I have a general idea of where our pirates have taken to hiding." He placed the screen on the Kaiser's desk, a satellite image lighting up the screen.
In the footage, they saw a ship, slowly melting in the middle of the ocean. All signs pointed to the vessel being the same one that attacked the city, It held three makeshift missile ramps on both the port and starboard side.
"Hmm, so they've been captured and their ship destroyed?"
"Well, almost, sir. They haven't necessarily been 'captured.'"
Jeffery pointed to a vessel moving away from the wreck, headed to the northeast.
With that, almost all semblances of glee melted from the Kaiser's face, and he stared right back at his adviser, his brow narrowing, and scowl forming on his face.
"I hope you understand why I am angry."
"YES. OKAY? Just... I need to know where they went, and most importantly, how we can get them here. I don't care how, and I don't care why, we must do EVERYTHING necessary to put these terrorists behind bars. It is our moral obligation, so we must succeed..."
He rose to meet his advisor, his face mere centimeters from his, and he said, with full seriousness:
"By any means necessary."
"...Any? Sir, I don't think you-"
"Do it. If not for this nation, do it for the thousands they took from us when they tried to take everything. Retrieve them, and if you fail, kill them. Only then will we be equal, and will I be at peace."
"Yes... sir." declared Jeffery, almost painfully.
"Please, I need you to leave before I break again... and, sorry for my rage."
After that, Jeffery bolted for the elevator and sent himself down.
After a quick few seconds, the enraged kaiser slammed his fist on the table, shouting in rage and pain as a vessel burst in his arm, staining the layers of thin, fleshlike metal above a dull purple, and as he imagined what he would do to them once they were within his, and the people's grasp, the volume of his rage increased until the glass around him began to vibrate.
With one final increase in rage, the windows of the Ovatemn cracked, and the Kaiser finally stopped and sat down.
There he remained, frozen in time, fearful of himself and the endless rage he felt within himself, bolstered by the strength of his resolve.
The docks of Al Mased were bustling with intense business, as they do every day. The city-state had maintained its position in international trade for decades now, and their docks were the secret. The positioning of Al Mased made it sot hat every ship would be losing money not to stop there. They are a gate into the countries beyond them, and gate to the sea for those who were unlucky enough to not have access to the shallow waters around the prosperous city of Al Mased. Thus, the trade vessels came into the welcoming docks and unloaded their wares, paying the mighty fees for docking and bringing with them numerous taxed goods and people who would partake in the many shops and eateries in the city of Al Mased.
However, this morning was not like any other. Although it started out as many others, with the freighters pulling into the docks and the heavy cranes moving shipping containers too and fro, disaster soon struck. Explosions ripped throughout a freighter, sending shockwaves throughout the city. Glass shattered and men ran and ducked, debris flying every which way. Cars and trucks poured out of the dock gates and into the city, dozens of workers with them as they tried to avoid the destruction. Crates and shipping containers fell from the freighter in droves as the mighty ship began to turn over onto its port side. The explosion had ripped a hole in the bottom of the ship and had triggered a chain reaction of smaller explosions along the ship's interior. Smoke was pouring out the command deck and portholes along the side of the ship but was chased away by the orange and red hues of fire.
Fire Fighters ran to their stations, their trucks in their garages along the dock, just for disasters like this. However when they arrived at their rescue stations their horror deepened as they found their truck tires had been slashed and the garage door chains disconnected! Sabotage at the heart of the nation.
Deep in the city, the Sultan was interrupted during his morning coffee. It was going to be a long day in the city of Al Mased.
Magnolia Valley Arc
Magnolia Valley, Bloom Plan, Electran Air Group
It was in the middle of a night, a thunderstorm in full swing, cutting throw was a large great craft with 3 Sparrowhawk escorting it. Inside the craft was a small group of men and women, some wore clothes with body armor, there was a man in a suit, some of them where in full gear. These where the people in the Bloom Plan, which was to send a small team in the cover of darkness that would set up a Base of Operations then survey the situation in the Valley.
One in particular was a young woman in completely regular clothes, wearing a bullet proof and flak vest, underneath was a slightly oversized yellow shirt with long sleeves, khaki pants, and sneakers. She had a fairly light almond skin color, with hazel-gold eyes and dark brown hair, highlighted with yellow at the ends. Her name was Blaze Brown, on fo the three volunteers who joined the Bloom Plan, to assist the members in setting up the Base. She was slightly nervous, one of her first times flying and it didn't help that they was flying over unknown territory, there was a machine man in a suit, his human like body making him not so different from the other humans in the room a group of soldiers checking their weapons or equipment.
She would breath in and out to calm her nerves, thinking of her large family, chuckling at the thought about how her grandmother would be calling her a fool for doing this. But she had family here in the Valley, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to check on them. That's when a hand was on he shoulder, it was one of the other volunteers. He was older, probably in his mind 40's sporting a large and semi braided black colored beard, he was pale in complexion and his green eyes. He was wearing green, brown, and gold clothes fit for someone who climbed mountains and lived in a forest.
Man: "You okay there miss?" He asked.
Blaze: "O-oh yeah I'm good. Just never really been on a plane before."
Man: "Well don't worry! One of the many strong aircraft of the Electran Airforce, capable of traveling all the way to the Dynasty through any storm. At least that's what the engineers day!" Blaze was grateful for him trying to make her feel better. "Also where are my manners? My name is Bernie, Bernie Nord."
Blaze: "Blaze Brown" She says and the two shakes hands, the man nudges someone besides him and a younger woman leaned forward and greeted Blaze.
Woman: "Hello, I'm Astrid Nord. I'm his niece." She says and she and Blaze shakes hands as well. She seemed to be less pale than her uncle, having freckles under heir eyes and over her nose, having the same black hair but in a braided ponytail. Her eyes was different, one eye was green, while the other was more blue then green. She was wearing a black t-shirt and hoodie with blue jeans and black boots, at het side was music player.
Blaze: "Nice to meet you. How did yoy all end up here?"
Astrid: "Well it was my uncle who volunteered, I was sent by my parents and his other siblings to keep an eye on him. He has a habit of getting in trouble."
Bernie: "Oh Astrid, it's all in the name of adventure! So little things like that happens these days so why not take the opportunity!" He says giving a hearty laugh, some others look over at him, on of the soldiers toll their eyes and mutter something about "civilians".
The last of the volunteers was a young guy, his hair was green and was cut down into a low fuzz and black eyes. His clothing seemed to be of someone who didn't fallow the rules much, most interesting was the gold cross earring one ear. He was on his phone playing a video game, pretty much just ignoring everything and everyone.
Magnolia Valley, Surface
At first it was still, the forest was at peace and the animals shambled around. But then,there was the sound of machinery turning, the yelling of men and women as they where telling orders to others. And then the forest shook with force as multiple guns went off into the sky.
Magnolia Valley, EAG
Inside the craft, one if the soldiers stood up and put his hands on his hips.
Soldier: "Alright, I'm Lieutenant Kane, leader of this operation. Now I know not all of you is trained for what is currently going on, now what I want you all to do is get on tour parachutes, and I'll debrief you all."
Blaze: "Wha-what!? Why do we need the p-parachutes?!" She says nervously the others would be getting on their parachutes she would begin to nervously take off her belt, but that's when everything went to hell.
The last thing she could remember was seeing the lieutenant being sucked out, along with the AI man, and a few others not strapped in. Bernie had grabbed Astrid and the Teen to prevent them from being sucked away, the plane continued to fall before crashing into the ground. She would continue to daze in and out of consciousness, seeing different scenes such as the others being forces to leave the plane by strange people, soldiers fighting against unknown forces, a medic was working on her as a woman yelled "where surrounded!", till finally, darkness.
Magnolia Valley, The Next Day
Blaze would begin to wake, slowly looked around with her eyes half closed at the destroyed structure around her. She would begin to cough as she unstrapped herself from her seat then fall to the ground, coughing before eventually vomiting. The latter being a combination of the crash, and the smell around her. She looked to see multiple dead soldiers around her, she would yell in freight backing away till she couldn't anymore, she turned to the hole in the roof leading into a forest of deciduous trees and forest animals. She continued to breath heavily before running to the nearest body and search for a radio.
Blaze: "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" She apologized to the dead soldier, before finding what she needed. Immediately she pressed the button and began to speak. "Hello! Anyone Listening! Please I need help! My plane crashed somewhere in the woods and some of the others died. Hello!?" She would wait for a reply but come up with nothing. She would continue to call out in the radio, hoping that someone would hear. But no one would answer.
The Magnolia Valley Arc, Has Begun
As the light of the early morning pierced through the dark veil night had thrown over the sky, the dockyard of Poreliscav was brought into view for the hodge-bodge crew on board the SRN Failnaught. The night before, Darnia had talked to admiral Kinny Mcgalaway to let him know of their arrival before hand; although she had been skint on the other details around the ships retrieval, leaving him rather anxious about the actual state of the ship - particularly seeing as the rest of his calls had been left to voicemail.
A familiar alarm was going off inside a familiar room in the Poreliscav dockyard. Admiral Kinny Mcgallaway begrudgingly shook himself awake and out of bed; he had to, as apparently today was the day the SRN Failnaught would be returned to the dock, along with his admiral-in-training Reyna Fadovsky. Supposedly her and the three agents who had gone to return the ship to him. He slowly dragged himself downstairs, still having to rub the sleep out of his eyes as his walked down to the living room, however when he got there...
"I-I just, what?"
"An unfortunate training accident occurred outside the naval base in Poreliscav today, leading to the SRN Failnaught taking significant damage to it's hull and deck, however fortunately all crew members on board were safely evacuated, and the ship was rescued by being brought back into port by heroic admiral-in-training Reyna Fadovsky" This was the voice coming out of the TV in the living room of Darnia's house. She had allowed her two companions from the mission to stay over for a few days, and they were currently watching admiral Mcgallaway's announcement about the state of the SRN Failnaught - well, 'they' maybe was pushing it, as Liaku had fallen asleep on the chair oppsoite the couch Darnia and Mikhail were sitting on; the latter of whom seemed engrossed by Liaku's uncharacteristically snoreless sleep; or at least, he was until Darnia jabbed him in the ribs with her shoulder. "See look, I told you he'd use that excuse" A bodiless voice who was most likely the news reporter than proceeded to annouce something else.
THE DENMARKIAN NEWS
The current version of the law, which hasnít been altered or tinkered with, has many key points, which would try to lay a ground framework for the rights of transgender peoples.
A key point of the legislation is, of course, the rights of transgender peoples.
- discrimination against a person, or persons on the wrongful basis of gender, in or around workplaces, should be underseen by an independent body, which should look at reports of such discrimination individually and should be able to enforce the law by fines, taxes, etc.
pansexual, nonbinary, lesbian, bisexual, asexual, agender, polygender, neutrois, androgyne, novigender, etc.
Whilst the bill is expected to pass parliament, it is, with a flaming exist.
I have just joined, and would like to request a spot on the map.
(is this how i do that?)
Hi! I am new! BTW, I am not a raider
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Thanks for the invite.
Cool Iíll be here for a spot in the map lol Iíll join discord
Hi me to Iím trying to figure this game out seems slow though so something to check on from time to time.
Okay Iíve raised my industry a tiny bit lol not bad for some Exiles. 😂
This land is cool I got my eye on a spot on the map if itís still there when my week-2weeks is up. Iím small so wonít take much room for me 😂 reading up on things a lot of information sheeesh.
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Dust had fallen over the entirety of the bedroom, blanketing as if it were a thin layer of snow. A mug of tea remained unfinished, a crossword incomplete, and in the centre of it all, Neyde slept in her bed. Her eyes closed tightly, a soft smile on her face.
In the depths of her slumber, Neyde picked up on somebody entering the room, gingerly creeping up to her bed.
Supernanny laughed "Indeed! Now let's get things going again..."