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(like this?) OOC: I can see that. Tags put a lot of freedom out there, activity seems good. Took me till page 8 of the RP tagged regions to find a good mix I´d like. What's a Dizzy though? Like, I am not dizzy but uh, yeah... Thanks for the welcome. |
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OOC: While membership in the Discord is not required it is highly encouraged as this is where the bulk of our out-of-character communication is being held. This is intentional so as to prevent cluttering the RMB with non-RP posts. |
OOOC: Oke. I will be more silent on here then and work on some factbooks I think. |
Stahitmao looks to Ferwerter Minister of National Development Dina Blijerda and she is the one to talk about the economics. "Economic cooperation is indeed of great interest to us and could provide both our people many benefits. To be clear a large part of our economy consists of privatized companies as well, which exist alongside the state industry. We are interested in cooperating on scientific research as well and the South-Ferwert Sea offers a wide variety of fish to our large fishing industry, which is eager to expand the reach of its exports. We are also indeed interested in importing certain chemicals as many different chemicals are needed for our expanding electric battery industry as a part of our push towards clean energy as well as for our large microchip sector. In short we see many economic opportunities and hope that this new relationship will lead to a future of shared prosperity." Then Ferwerter Minister of Foreign Affairs Herman de Roker speaks up. "We are glad to hear that you are willing to set up an embassy and as soon as construction is finished we will be sending Ferwerter officials and an ambassador to represent our nation. We do not mind the activity around the embassy as long as the safety of our personnel can be guaranteed. Also your embassy in Ferwert will encounter similar scenes." Then Stahitmao ends with a final remark. "I am glad that this meeting has been so productive and hope that this is a sign of the fruitful relationship ahead of us. Do you have any final notes or questions before we end the meeting?" Stahitmao looks to Lilie. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ferwerter Ministry of Foreign Affairs "We are glad to hear that our allies stand by us. More and more is the Carytonic regime showing a hostile attitude. It is good to know that we have trustworthy allies who will support us and the Ferwerter people thank you for this. Your support will never be forgotten. The Ferwerter government does however like to stress the importance of adhering to the principles of peaceful development and it will always strife to deescalate the situation. In the end this remains a matter of Ferwerter-Carytonic Affairs." |
Autocratic Tower, Kohz Avarkem "Admirals, Major. Welcome." the Autocrat said coldly from behind her desk. Before her were Admiral Marghak Zavormarz of the Third Fleet, Admiral Zurvag Khomarkii of the Sixth Fleet, and Major Zevela Ghermazii who served as the Autocrat's personal assistant. "Your assignments are here." she said, placing the folders containing their orders on the desk. Each individual took their assigned folder and opened it to review their orders. "Admiral Zavormarz, your Third Fleet is being dispatched to Zamboodle to oversee our operations in that region. You are to make contact with one of the local warlords and offer Khovezi support in their bid to vanquish their rivals and bring order to that lawless waste of dirt. With this, Khovezzem will have an ally in that area of the world. Intelligence has compiled a number of psychiatric and personality files from months of observation and reconnaissance. Which warlord you back is up to you, but we've narrowed the list down to a few dozen notables that Intelligence believes will be reliable assets. Choose wisely." The briefing illicited a barely-audible groan from Zavormarz, who seemed unenthusiastic about his assignment. "These savages better be worth the effort." he grumbled. Karazii, unamused, raised a brow. "Or what, Admiral?" Zavormarz looked up from the file to stare the Autocrat in her eyes with a blank expression, only just then realizing how his comment might have been interpreted. He glanced over to Khomarkii and the Major who both looked on expectantly, then back behind him to the armed guards near the door before returning his gaze to the Autocrat and clearing his throat. "For my own sake, of course." he said defensively. Karazii smiled. "Good. Dismissed." The Admiral saluted and left the room. "Admiral Khomarkii, your Sixth Fleet is being dispatched to Caryton. Ahead of your departure will be a message of solidarity to the Carytonic leadership. Your orders are to monitor the situation and, if necessary, intervene in any hostilities deemed necessary to preserve the continued existence and sovereignty of the Carytonic nation. Caryton's enemies are your enemies. When they start shooting, you shoot with them. When they hold their fire, you hold your fire. Ideally you will not have to deal much with their leadership but in the event you do I expect you to be as cordial and accommodating as possible. Your fleet is being equipped for amphibious assault operations and aerial support in the event a ground war becomes the focus of any hostility. At present, however, you will simply remained anchored off shore. Protect their coasts, protect their trade, protect them." The Admiral seemed skeptical. Clearing his throat, he stood at attention. "Permission to speak, Great Autocrat?" Karazii nodded, "At ease. Permission granted." Khomarkii stood at ease and cleared his throat once more. "If I might inquire... why are we devoting manpower, resources, and material to defending a bunch of overzealous oat farmers?" he asked bluntly. "Simple, Admiral. Weak countries like Caryton are only ever bullied by weak countries pretending to be strong. Khovezzem doesn't need to pretend; we are strong. And we will show these showboating foreigners what true strength looks like. Alone Caryton's enemies are weak. Their true strength lies in numbers, and we will face their united front in defiance of it's arrogance. If there is to be an imperial power in this world it will be Khovezzem - and no others will be tolerated! Our entire history we have been at the mercy of foreign aggressors; now it is time we strike back, and bloody Rhoii's nose. This isn't about Caryton, this is about Khovezzem. A hundred years of apocalypse and isolation has made the world forget the once mighty Khovezi. We will remind them who we are and what we are capable of through fire and blood if necessary. After this when we speak they will listen." Karazii leaned back her chair as she finished, awaiting the Admiral's response. Khomarkii was silent for a moment as he pondered the Autocrat's words. "If I am honest, Great Autocrat" he began, "I am not sure I agree with your view... but I understand the mentality behind it. You have my word, for the glory of Khovezzem, that I will do my duty." he said, saluting his Autocrat. "Good. Dismissed." Karazii said, nodding and smiling as the Admiral left the room. The Autocrat turned her attention to Ghermazii. "Two things: first I want you to get in touch with the Secretary of Amity. We've received an offer of trade from some rock called Island Zero. He'll negotiate the details. Also, be sure to remind him to contact Caryton and let them know of our newfound solidarity with their struggles." Ghermazii nodded. "Yes, my Autocrat. And the second thing?" The Autocrat sat up, straightening her posture. "The second thing is I want to compliment your ability to fill out a military uniform without obfuscating your natural, feminine physique." Karazii said as she sized Ghermazii up and down with a hungry look in her eyes. "I find the results quite pleasing to behold." she finished. Ghermazii was taken aback for a moment, her face reddening. "O-oh, um, t-thank you... my Autocrat!" she said as she bashfully attempted to avoid making eye contact with her Autocrat. "You're welcome. Dismissed." Ghermazii left in a hurry, flustered by Karazii's flirtations. The Autocrat poured herself a glass of whiskey and chuckled. "Too easy." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To Whom it May Concern in the Spiritual Republic of Caryton, The Almighty Autocrat has been moved by the plight of the stoic Carytonic people and, in a show of solidarity, has authorized the deployment of the honorable Sixth Fleet under the command of the esteemed Admiral Zurvag Khomarkii to lend military assistance to Caryton in these dire times. Adm. Khomarkii is under strict orders to aid the Spiritual Republic against all of it's enemies, foreign or domestic, at the discretion of the Carytonic government until such time as the services of the Sixth Fleet are no longer required. The Armed Forces of Mighty Khovezzem shall not allow Caryton to fall into darkness and will defend it's enlightened regime to the last bullet. Great Khovezzem stands proudly with heavenly Caryton in triumph! In genuine solidarity, Mr. Khuvem Zarvamii, Secretary of Amity --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To Whom it May Concern in Island Zero, The opportunistic Autocratic State agrees to establish official diplomatic ties between Khovezzem and Zero to the benefit of both of our nations. The benevolent Autocrat looks forward to establishing strong and amicable ties with the Zeron government. The Autocratic State is further interested in discussing details regarding trade agreements at a later date. We the people of beautiful Khovezzem hope that this is the beginning of an eternal friendship with wondrous island of Zero. Sincerely, Mr. Khuvem Zarvamii, Secretary of Amity |
The Zeron government is pleased to hear of the Westbeechian approval of diplomatic relations and agrees to engage in the sharing and trading of such products with Westbeech. |
OOC: Should there be an unexpected thing where that a National Socialist party marches in New Paris, shouting in German, “We will finally get our glory”? |
OOC: what the hell? |
"Sounds great," the emperor replied. "This is truly a big day in then History of our people!" |
I think that's enough, Says Deus Custodiae. It was a honor to talk with you here, your excellency Connall Solis. |
The Governor's Mansion, the Island of Balcra. Dimitri could only grip his rifle tightly as he sat in the bullet riddled library of the mansion, his only hope of surviving was just sitting there and waiting for the fighting to stop. Marloan forces had pushed them to the mansion almost immediately after the rebels had declared independence, All they wanted was for their island to be free, and now they were to pay for it with blood. Dimitri heard the bangs on the door and brandished his rifle, taking aim and as the doors fly open a bullet enters his head. Balcra had fallen and Marlo has restored order on the island, the death toll Balcran Rebels: Marloan Armed Forces: |
OOC: I thought he was called the Kaiser. Also ever get the feeling that in one issue, you ban smoking, only for it to increase something that isn’t related like a higher furniture or insurance industry? “Yes, we should enjoy the holiday while people’s cheers are up!” |
We're glad to be back on the international stage! To honor our future allies, we sacrifice 100 people to the swamp today! Gyub bless us all! |
Marloan TV broadcast: Chancellor Archonovich would appear behind a podium, flanked on either side by large Marloan flags and to his right a man in a basic suit stood behind him, after a moment of waiting for the murmurs of the crowd to die down, the Chancellor would speak. "Ladies and gentlemen, yesterday, our brave men and women in uniform were involved in an operation. This operation being the liberation of the Island of Balcra and the subsequent restoration of its provincial status. As you may have heard already, a group of 500 or so terrorists chose to illegally secede from our proud nation and occupied the island in a violent barbaric manner. After this, a task force of 200 Marloan troops and five tanks was deployed to dislodge these cretins and in a matter of hours, the island was back under our control. I can not help but express my pride in the brave soldiers who fought and won so effectively and brought these rebels to heel. Now, with these criminals now either dead or awaiting trial, I present to you the leader of their little revolt." Two M.S.R soldiers drag a man onto the stage and place him on his knees before the chancellor. Archonovich would get straight to the point. "You have been found guilty of conspiring against Marlo and acting to undermine and destabilize the Nation, the penalty for this is death. However, I offer you a chance to repent, all you must do is kiss the ground which I walk." The man instead chooses to spit on the Chancellor's shoe. "Very well" Archonovich would brandish a revolver, pulling back the hammer and putting a round through the man's forehead. "Let this be a lesson to all of you treacherous dogs, who would see our nation fall into chaos, this is the fate that awaits you." He gestures to the now deceased leader of the rebels "To the rest of you, my country men, I thank you for your continued support and I hope to see many of you at tomorrow's Public executions." The broadcast ends with the Marloan national anthem playing |
“Those who truly believe in the Sisters will always find victory in the end. Whether in life or in death, the salvation of one’s soul is the truest victory.” Rising proclaimed, sounding like a real zealot. She turned back to the statue of Celestia and Luna, clapping her hooves in prayer once more. “It is by Their Grace that we exist and we shall repay them with faithful service.” The Abbess bowed her head low as Skia knelt, quietly praying himself. Sonorous looked to the two vaunted names of Chaos holding him back from Rainbow. Alula, who had lost friend, family and home to the Bloodrain and Ardour, one of the last survivors of the Wonderbolts Marine Chapter who once called Debased Loyalty one of their finest. “Very well, if these two vouch for you, I will stay my judgement. Come, the ritual starts within the sanctum.” He headed back behind the statue as Ardour let out a sigh and Alula removed the rest of her armour. “Shed your uniform, General. Let no sin hide underneath.” She said as she waited for Rainbow. |
Headquarters for the Election Committee of Caryton "...on top of that, he claims to be both the Buddha and Jesus Christ." A troubled aged voice addressed the secret committee, an unprecedented meeting of the remnants of the First United Holy Party, the surging Hannis-lead Liberal Conservatives, and the puritan Relief Party. In the grey-carpeted room and before a long mahogany table sat ten-some representatives. Nine of them seemed to be over the age of 50, and stiffly dressed. Above them would be an off-white projector, which hummed idly as an image would be cast onto the whiteboard in front of them. A campaigning poster from the Happiness Party would leave the fundamentalists with their mouths agape, as it depicted a robed Ariano hanging on a cross. A sorrowful-looking blue font read the following: "Father, hast thou forsaken me? : How much longer must we endure before change comes?" "This is absurd!" A shrill voice from a seventy-some year old woman of the Relief Party said what everyone in the room had been thinking. "This is- this is blasphemy- and they're growing in the polls!?" "The Church has mobilized at least 4% of its total membership in Caryton and has marched on Georgine nonstop for the past several weeks. They have not once disbanded." A spokesperson for the Liberal Conservatives addressed the crowd, which was slowly becoming agitated. "The campaigning members march and sing even in the late hours of the night and early hours of the morning to pull in the late-night stragglers, and have been observed to sleep in 5 hour shifts." The image cast turns into a video shot by a concerned citizen of thirteen people in yellow robes- six of them adolescents- pasting campaign posters and pro-church propaganda in a continuous row in a side-street of Georgine to the voice of the guru's singing from a boombox, at four in the morning. The committee looked on with stern expressions. "They've come across a massive sum of money. The group has not only sustained their march on Georgine, but bought several radio stations, made new dojos, and is in the works for a local television station." Concerning words. "This is the work of extortion. There is no other explanation for Ariano's wealth. The church must be harboring and draining the assets of some high-profile people." "So how will we counter them in the polls? They've already jumped a percentage point of support, and conversions to the church, particularly among the young, are skyrocketing." A Shirleytonite woman, the youngest of the group, speaks up. The Liberal Conservatives spokesperson chuckled. "Some good old fashioned muckraking. We can't raid their compounds, but we can defame them. Get in contact with the NIS in Sadripoor, send them the relevant evidence of deprivation and newfound wealth, and inquire about extortion and mistreatment in the Suraiya branches. They'll send us something good, promise." The group nodded in agreement, the image of an exhausted and starved but still charismatic young woman marching to the 'teacher march' in front of captivated voters illuming the faces of the newfound coalition in light. |
“That’s a cult,” Sikrit says, lifting her head from the palm of her hand. The two agents are standing outside the interrogation room, peering at Santosh through a one-way glass panel. A glass of cold water sits untouched before him on the table. Agent Sukrachanowit sits down in a folding chair, tenting his hands atop the surface of the recording table, whereupon rest a microphone and a large, archaic sound system. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah I know.” A long period of silence lapses, the only audible noise being the relaxing whir of the recording equipment. “So what do you want to do?” Sikrit shakes her head. “What can we do? He’s not giving us anything. It’s all circum—“ she’s interrupt by the vibrations of her phone. Sikrit reaches into her back pocket. “It’s Sundrataporn.” Sikrit puts the call on speaker and clears her throat. “Ma’am? Hi, Sukrachanowit’s here with me.” “I just got out off the phone with Caryton,” she says, her voice as professional and brisk as ever. Sikrit can practically picture the iron-haired woman storming down a hallway. Both agents lean into the phone with interest. “They gave us everything.” “Everything, ma’am?” Sukrachanowit’s brows raise. “Everything,” she replies. “They’ve been collecting evidence on forced starvations, institutionalized abuse. They want us to corroborate it.” Sikrit feels her pulse pick up. They’re on the trail. The energy she’d lost comes rushing back to her. They have a chance. They’re not out of the game. “Yeah, ma’am, we can do that. Are you going to get the royals in on this?” “No, no police. Not now, anyway,” Sundrataporn says. Involving the Royal Police could spiral quickly. It made sense why the IIA would be skeptical. In such a diverse country as Suraiya, people took their religious freedoms seriously. Sikrit could imagine the chaos that would follow a full-scale crackdown, with spiritualists protesting in Xiangmen temples across the country and extremists fire bombing cars in Kalang Chaiya. When they reenter the room, both agents have agreed to change tactics. Sikrit clears her throat. “Do you ever get hungry, Santosh?” |
Kra'Yat Centre Square 13:34 "Our military and scouting forces have been sent into Errada for scouting out places and expanding. We're developing into Errada our scouts have just reported that we have found more Uranium-236 deposits and last but not least oil so we will not be stopping short. This will be good for our defense and economy so this expansion into Errada will benefit us and Kruslovia as a whole." - Barkov Mikhail, the leader of the Red Arrows, looks at one of his kommanders "Have you heard Barkov he's, he's fricking expanding into Errada" one of his kommanders looks at him "Yeah what a fricking mad man but should we maybe look at this as a good thing although they may stumble across some of out secret FOB's" Mikhail replies "Frick they may find some of our FOB's like you said we need to abandon them they cannot find out plans for Chilean military goverment... We can't let that happen and if you do I will chop off your head and mush your brain into a soup and drink it with a bendy straw!.." Chilean Military Government border 23:42 A mysterious convoy of 5 trucks and an APC with the red arrows flag on the sides of each truck while the APC has a flag on top approach the border(They do not know who the red arrows are and check my factbook on flags for the red arrow flag) The guard asks them to state their business and the APC fires at the checkpoint and they enter Chilean military goverment Over the radio the Kaptain says "we've entered Chile what next" Mikhail responds with a grin on his face "camp out and don't make a spectacle of yourselves and await further instructions... shoot to kill if needed" |
A Suraiyan official with the Interior Intelligence Agency, Kuvatri Mahasathep Sundrataporn of the Religious Extremism and Cult Investigations Section shared a brief phone conversation with Carytonic officials. She informed them that a Suraiyan investigation into the Church of Positivity had been opened roughly two months prior, and been ongoing since. “When you’re tracking as many different saviors as we do every day you learn to spot the real trouble makers,” she’d remarked dryly. While she seemed committed to the due process of the law and driven to see the investigation through to the end, she clearly lacked the same urgency as the Carytonics. After all, the Church was not a force in Suraiyan politics, and there were no elections approaching in her own country for them to influence anyway. “We always get them in the end,” she’d declared, her tone carrying a sort of practiced boredom that indicated a life of doing exactly the same thing as was being done now. While the Suraiyans seemed willing to share evidence with Georgine, the lack of regular relations between the two states and the cold hostility of the pious Carytonics—which was so puzzling to the Suraiyans themselves—complicated any such efforts. “Take it up with the State Affairs Ministry,” Kuvatri said after an hour of discussions. Then she excused herself, and the line dropped to the pleasant voice of the IIA’s automated dialogue, which wished them a pleasant day in approximately six languages excluding English. |
Santosh Mahanta had spent the time alone in the room with a vacant smile on his face and emptiness in his eyes. The water laid untouched before him, despite the dehydration in his body. In only a weeks' time, he had been convinced of the need to reject everything of the world. Over the microphone, he recited a mantra to himself. "Affliction is temporary. I will practice! I will practice! I will practice! I will practice! I will practice... I will meditate, I will meditate, I will meditate... the affliction is destroyed!!! Affliction is temporary. I will practice! I will. . ." The door opened, and yet Mahanta kept going for two more times, his mental focus waning at the statement made by Sikrit. His eyes slowly opened, and trailed themselves upwards to meet with the agent. He swallowed hard, and yet resolve built in his body- almost as if he had been prepared by somebody else for this situation. "I hunger only for the presence and satisfaction of the Holy Master, the Teacher~!" He recited the words with an energy he didn't know he even had left in him, hurriedly standing up. Despite the fact that he shook and his head hurt from the sudden motion, he smiled warmly and bowed his head to the agents. He looked at Sukrachanowit, then Sikrit earnestly. "All other hungers that I feel can be overcome... even if I collapse from hunger and fatigue, I will fight for the truth because all I want in my life now is to have the Teacher in front of me- and to look at me and offer his healing powers and kind words to my troubled spirit." He shakily rose his head, the thought of the bearded guru taking away his sins and assuring him misting his eyes and choking his voice. He addressed Sikrit in particular with the enthusiasm only a religious convert could have. "He saved a woman from death, spoke to those so poor the rich cast out to die... he healed a bitter community. How is he not the enlightened one? The Jesus-Buddha sent to save the world before it destroys itself? We need a guru, and that includes you, agents. His message will help our nation and right the wrongs centuries of selfishness have done to the lower classes. He can save you! He loves you!" Now caught in the momentum of his raving, the robed male looked at the glass of water, and symbolically poured it out. "I will give everything that can be given, suffer what can be suffered. Should I perish, the Teacher will be with me regardless in the forever to come. We need a guru. We need Ariano more than ever in these times. Human beings, he says, were meant to experience joy. There is no joy in disproportionate suffering and material things. There is no joy in overworking yourselves for a state that sees you, agents, as a statistic whose sole purpose is to regulate lesser statistics. There is no joy here- in this building. Where is the happiness?" Santosh swallowed, breathing for a moment after speaking. His stomach regretted forsaking the water, but his mind carried on. "The Church of Positivity wants only positive outcomes for every human being. It's the happiest place I've ever set foot in, and I implore you to set foot in it when you're off duty and seek the joy that we seek. The teacher loves me..." Pause. "The teacher loves me." From this point on, Santosh would mumble a mantra to himself, thinking of only one person despite being questioned. |
Martial Law Despite martial law, people are still on strike and the authorities are sending troops against the people. There is currently mass surveillance in Chile and only party members are allowed outside their workplaces and homes. Our economy, although it can still be an example for others, is currently going through a crisis. |
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