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The etetrnal reich of totsdam

Mzeusia wrote:I haven't. I'll listen.

Its a ten out of ten song

Mzeusia and Lorigia

Hong kong empire

RMB RP


Welcome to the TNP RMB! The TNP RMB is diverse, dynamic and fun community. This is a guide on how you can succeed here in only a few steps.



Step 1:
To get started, you first must TG the creator of the map that you wish to be on that you want land, and include your claim that you can outline with screenshot editing software. The main map is Strangereal (SR), originally created by Puczovska and run by British Bayonet. For Strangereal, the maximum claim size is 30,000 pixels. If your initial claim was less than that, you can get one expansion to get your nation's size up to 30,000 pixels.

Strangeral factbook:
page=dispatch/id=1465611

Also, we have this handy map of the Strangereal Solar System, made by Paxiosolange and kept by Friently.
page=dispatch/id=833242


Step 2:
Your next step is to join an alliance (or stay neutral if you'd prefer, but it's important to at least know about the various SR alliances). These RP organizations are basically blocs or factions of nations. It is recommended that you join one since they provide RP opportunities.

If you would like being part of a large alliance with lots of activity and a sense of community (providing economic and military benefits too), then look no further than OSEAN, an alliance currently run by Montarc and factbooked by New Chilokver
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Made and led by Western Vapia, Pax Havenica is the alliance for those who have a strong sense of togetherness and brotherhood.
nation=western_vapia/detail=factbook/id=1040595

Or if you are a dictatorship and want a stable and peaceful alliance (with quality RP), joinFriently's Warsaw Pact, which is for dictatorial nations.
nation=friently/detail=factbook/id=890815

If you are somewhat militaristic and authoritarian, then Oskarheim presents The League of the Willing
page=dispatch/id=1469586

Finally we have The Convention of Astrana, founded and run by Cereskia
page=dispatch/id=1470263
You are not allowed to join an alliance until you have spent one week on SR.


Step 3:
Now is the time for you to make your presence in the community known. Feel free to RP with the many other nations on Strangereal, and if you want advice on how to improve, many of our experienced community members will be happy to help. There are also plenty of people who are familiar with military strategy, so if you have questions on how to RP a war, feel free to ask them.

If you are particularly ambitious, or you see a niche in the community that isn't currently filled, you can try making your own alliance, as many other nations have done in the past. You can apply to have a discord channel for your alliance in the TNP RP server if your alliance passes 5 members.

Please note that should you try and found an alliance, RMB RP rules prohibit the recruitment of nations who have been on Strangereal for less than a week.


Much of our community happens on the TNP RP Discord. Join the server and role yourself with ~iam RMB RPer. Then go to the Strangereal RP category. You will find various channels about cartography, worldbuilding, RP posts, and also channels for the use of the various alliances. Link: Linkhttps://discord.gg/QRCxEYZ

RMB Etiquette/Rules


    1. Please do not use caps lock, or long strings of capital letters in your posts

    2. Please try to use correct English grammar, and make your posts easily readable by breaking up big blocks of text.

    3. Please do not double or triple post on the RMB

    4. Please refrain from quoting suppressed or spam posts, as it results in region or site moderators having to suppress your message too.

    5. Please spoiler long posts with

    [spoiler=title here][/spoiler]

    6. And, as with most message boards online, spamming and flaming are not taken lightly here. If you do either, you will almost certainly get reported to the NS mods and you may get your nation deleted, or even IP banned from NS.

    7. Be nice OOC. Being rude and insulting IC is fine, but once you act rude and insulting OOC, then you will probably get a punishment from a mod.


RMB RP Terms


    RMB: Regional Message Board

    NS: Nationstates

    RP: Roleplay

    OOC: Out Of Character

    IC: In Character

    IRL: In Real Life

    SR: Strangereal, the main RP map of the RMB



Examples of RP

There are several common categories of RP on Strangereal, which are listed as follows:

War RP
Diplomatic RP
Self RP

For Military RP

Here are the rules and restrictions on military sizes:
nation=friently/detail=factbook/id=851210

When actually writing your RP posts, please include the number of what doing what going where.
Following are examples of good RP, made by experienced community members.

Example of good war RP:




The HIS DDG-87 Juniom, HIS DDG-54 Nilek, HIS DDG-926 Lokem, HIS SDDG-724 Silenk, and the DDG-62 Hundier silently glide through the icy waters of the Arctic Ocean, approaching the coast of Tanabon. The crew, not trying to freeze themselves, hid under the deck except for the watchmen. The sea was covered in fog. I was sitting with some seamen, playing cards. I remember it precisely, I had just gotten a royal flush.

Suddenly, a cry rang out, but not from our ship. Then, a loud bang as a ship collided with another. I got up to inspect with the other crew. Some thought that the helmsmen had turned into each other. As he got out, we heard alarms ringing. But,
only one was coming from the direction of a Hardonian crusier.

As the other ships' crew reported to the armories, we knew that something had happened. Something bad. Suddenly, our ship lurched and started to turn. It was going east, back to Hardonius, but it slowly glided around. It activated its stealth drive, moving slower but silently. We watched as sailors and soldiers clashed. The The Sanada Clan and Tanabon troops shot and killed even the surrendering sailors.

We saw the other destroyers and the hostile escort ships bombard each other. Only about 7 minutes after the battle started, it ended. An enemy victory. The Hardonian ships were burning slabs of dead metal and fire. As soon as we knew our men lost, the ship pulled into the fog, disappearing back towards Hardonius.
-Credit to Tanabon, various other former nations.



For Diplomatic RP

Be formal, as if you were representing a nation in real life. Also, approach the RP with an attitude to compromise.

Example of good diplomatic RP:



It was more of a throne room than a meeting hall. From Vintress’s perspective, the Chancellor of Jenovah was sitting on a fancy chair at the apex of the circular table whilst the others were demoted to average ones.

For the room itself, it was as long as a football field. Most likely used for more grand occasions. Long wooden tables had been pushed off to the walls and covered in sheets to preserve from too much dusting. Tall windows occupied the walls and one grand window marked the end of the hall. Speaking of the end of the hall, there was a large throne that sat there, protruding most of the view of the back window. It had circular marble steps that walked up towards it and marble armrests that were carved into snakeheads at their ends. The top of the white throne was crowned with spikes that stuck out to point in every direction, like a thornbush or really pale porcupine. Random jewels also sprinkled its edges, but it was rather undermined compared to the rest of the masterpiece. And, off to the side of the Queen’s throne was a lesser throne for either the princess or chancellor, Vintress could not tell.

She took in a deep sigh and stopped gawking at the thrones, and refocused on walking to the center of the great hall, to where the roundhouse table had been established. She noticed the Chancellor was perched atop a fancier chair or whom she assumed to be the Jenovachi chancellor. Off to her right was the Sawteeth people who had arrived several hours earlier. Among the faction, she did not know many, for the exception of Mina Ironhorse, the Sawtooth Empress. She sat two people right of Vintress and was guarded by fifteen different guards, some of which appeared Avuronian. Besides that, the only other person she had any relation to was Blare, but with Scarlet’s strict instruction to not interact with him she attempted no such fate. She had dwindling respect for her cousin, but Scarlet always had ways of figuring things out and knowing that the Empress of the Sawteeth was here, it was not the right time to try and talk to Blare. It did not help that he was told to neighbor Vintress by sitting on her left.

He peeked over at her and delivered a sneaky smile, but slid right into spot and played along with the eerie quietness. The room was entirely silent separate from the shuffling of feet from people who were still moving into the hall. For example, the rest of the Avuronians, including diplomats, peacekeepers, and citizens filed into their spots all left of Blare. However, even more, Jenovachi guards flowed into the room, Vintress did a headcount for nearly one hundred twenty, all of them occupying a portion of the wall, guns readied to fire should any of the immigrants try and harm the Chancellor, but even he looked mused from the over-protection.

Finally, when the last of the guards walked to their spaces, the room was enveloped in silence. The loudest sound was the sunlight beating on the surface of the chandeliers which dangled from the ceiling. The sizzling of metal was more entertainment than whatever this meeting would behold, Vintess was sure of it. Even some of the guards seemed more focused on the reflection of light than watching the diplomats. Another minute passed before anyone spoke.

Then breaking the silence, was the man in the fancy chair. He was decorated in a clean-cut gray tuxedo, complete with a black tie, and silver watch and necklace. His fingers were braced in all sorts of rings and jewelry, tinted to look obsidian. More mysteriously, was the dark side cape which dipped from his left shoulder over his left arm and leg. It was supposed to impose luxury and importance, but to Vintress it just delayed the time it took to grab your weapon. As for the Chancellor himself, he was a fine-looking man, very pale. His chocolate-colored hair was of little mess and his facial hair all too much the same. His eyes were a bleak gray and faraway like he was in another world. Besides that, the only other thing of major notice was the tattoos along his neck.

He gave a chilling smile before he talked, the grin was morphed to represent hospitality as if it took years to harness his charisma to contort as his emotions to confuse his prey-it worried Vintress that the Chancellor thought her his prey.

He folded his hands onto the table, covering a sheet of paper, and spoke with a loud voice, “and I thought I was going to be the lazy one! What a somber group this morning, jeez.” Small laughter twinkled in between the air. Vintress could care less, she was more competent with listening to his voice. It was soft, smooth and at the same time, cold and calculated. Each word was pronounced on the beat and it eased Vintress’ nerves.

“So what of this meeting,” asked another Avuronian diplomat, “I understand you all need oil…”

“Jumping right into it I see,” the Chancellor laughed, “I think it is better that we familiarize ourselves prior to the discussion, should we not… Reynold?” the diplomat was slightly taken aback by the Chancellor’s knowledge of his name, though the trick was little to not impressive. “My name is Fey Izuna.”

“Mina Ironhorse,” Mina said.

“Blare, and only Blare,” Blare nodded toward everyone in the circle.

Everyone looked into Vintress’s direction, pending for her name, “My name is Vintress,” she said finally.

“Grand,” shouted Chancellor, clasping his hands together, “well done, now to the meeting,” he smiled at the diplomat that had brought up the oil dilemma, “as my Avuronian friend stated, Jenovah is poor on the black gold. Estimates put our limit in one year’s time, that's why you’re here,” he gestured accordingly to all the bigheads at the table.

“We know you want our oil, name your price, but it better be good,” spoke Sawtooth Armed Forces, Czerno Blackheart, he shuffled in his chair, “Anin has supplies that run deep, but our exchange is pricey per se.”

“I can confirm that,” Blare said in the direction of Czerno, “Our queen, Queen Scarlet said she is willing to triple exports for your nation… at a cost.”

Vintress reiterated, “she told me something along the lines of a one hundred billion dollar plan.”

The table fell silent, the only sound was the sizzle of copper chandeliers in the razor spears of sunlight.

The sizzling echoed off the walls, cackling at the diplomats who wallowed below.

Then Izuna started to laugh. It was a bitter laugh, that scratched a message to everyone at the table. Izuna was going to take advantage of the inflated deal and make them all pawns of his greater plan.

“‘One hundred billion’ you say?” Izuna asked, his tone falling between hysterical and manipulative.

“Nothing more, nothing less,” Blare instated, passing a look by Vintress, “One hundred billion for quadruple the exportation, that should give you some five additional years…”

“Five years is not enough to shift our entire energy sector, cities like Stralle will starve,” Izuna replied, “you of all people should know what it is like, general.”

Blare bit his tongue and refrained from shouting. Luckily, Mina interrupted just in time, “what my Avuronian colleagues are trying to say is that exports will increase fourfold and Anin will forgive future debt in this trade dilemma.”

“Hmm,” Izuna pretended to ponder the idea, but his mind was already made up. “Eighty billion,” he stated, then turned to Blare, “nothing more, nothing less.”

“You plan to steal from us,” muttered Czerno, his eyes shot daggers in Izuna’s direction, “we will not allow this.”

“‘Stealing’?” the Chancellor grumbled, “it would merely be a small lowering of the price-”

“Twenty billion dollars is not a ‘mere lowering,’” Blare barked, pounding his fist on the table, “we will have none of it you ignorant twot.”

The closest guards stepped toward the center table. Again, the room was corrupted by silence. Izuna began to play with his fingers, dully consulting his conscience. Vintress stared at him blankly, then at Blare, and back to Izuna. The men appeared locked in an ideological war, neither of them winning.

“Very well,” the Chancellor finally came to amends, “eighty-eight billion.”

“Not enough,” one voice said jokingly.

“I agree that your payment stops too low,” Czerno said.

“Indeed it does,” snapped Mina. Blare, too, nodded. It had seemed the three had formed an alliance against Izuna, which could be exposed by their connecting of eyes and glances.

“Then what the hell do you all want?” Izuna shouted.

“One hundred billion,” Vintress said, all eyes turned to her, it appeared her time to head the conservation. “And for the fun of it, because you are so demanding Izzie-”

“Izuna,” he interrupted.

“Sorry,” Vintress apologized, “Izuna. Anyway, Izuna, if you are so unaccepting to negotiate, what is stopping us from joining the Fusean’s blockade of your coastline? Say you are a heavily corrupted and weakened nation, we could simply storm you by amphibious invasion then sprout a revolution. One year’s worth of oil is not enough to stabilize a house than cannot stand, so what do you say, a hundred billion or sweet and swift uprising?”

The others smiled, completed by Vintress’s speech, even she was quite stunned; however, it did not impress everyone and the Chancellor looked to struggle to maintain interest altogether, seemingly relaxed. “What an interesting proposal Vintress,” Izuna snaked, “so you threaten war over black gold?”

“Intervention on behalf of your people, it’s more of a liberation.”

“No, it definitely seems like it is more of a war,” Izuna corrected sarcastically. “Anyone else wants to wave nukes at my face, it looks like our business will have to conclude otherwise-”

“Ninety billion,” muttered Blare, everyone turned to face him--the Chancellor’s mouth curled into a sinister smile.

“Could you repeat that?” Izuna asked.

“I said, ninety billion dollars,” Blare reaffirmed angrily.

“Blare…” Vintress turned to look at him, they locked eyes for a split second. His expression said everything she had to know. He only wanted to get this mission over with, he knew that others were endangered if Scarlet did not get her way.

“It looks like we are back to negotiating, thank you for being so reasonable,” Izuna nodded in Blare’s general direction. “Any objections?”

Several hands shot up, including Mina.

“Of course,” Izuna mumbled under his breath, “What do you propose Mina?”

“Ninety-three,” she replied, cooly.

“Ninety-three?” Izuna scratched his head, “Interesting.”

“On behalf of Czerno and me, we too support the proposal of ninety-three billion,” Vintress stated assertively, “It is a fair price for the… economy.”

An Avuronian diplomat, stood, “All of our present citizenry and diplomats vote in favor of the plan for a price of ninety-three billion dollars.”

Then, all eyes stooped onto Blare, his face contorted with a sour kick, but he faded away to looking into Mina’s, then Czerno’s, and finally Vintress’ eyes. Reaching a conclusion, he smiled and relaxed back into his hard wooden chair, speaking directly into the face of the Chancellor, Izuna. “Let's wrap this up already, I vote yes to ninety-three,” Blare concluded, firmly.

Everyone collectively shared a sigh of relief, except the Chancellor. Izuna picked at his fingers and donned a smile, it was tattooed upon his face and never shook. He reached below the circular table and grasped a hold of a bottle of champagne. He twisted it open and poured himself a glass, “To our relationship and diplomacy, to the ninety-three, and our future,” he toasted.

“To the ninety-three,” everyone exclaimed in unison, “and our future!”

“Yes,” laughed Izuna, “yes indeed.”

-Credit to The mike roctafinserland



For Self RP
Be as descriptive as possible. You are showcasing your RP skill to the rest of the RMB.

Example of good self RP:



28th of January, 2040.

'What was it, the 100th or more time that she layed on her bed, looking at that ceiling? It seemed never ending, every single minute that she spent like that...'

"No more."

It was a dark night in Königsberg. The city was quiet, but bright. Tiara wandered through it, alone, feeling the cold air of the coastal city hit her face was not a pretty feeling, but she'd bear it. She was underway to the Königsberg Central Station, to take a train to the far-away city of Brandenburg, where she would settle down again. Life in the Imperial Palace, though nice, was too damaging to her own self emotionally to ever be worth it. She knew that she was acting fragile, she knew that people would never understand her reasoning for escaping with a mere backpack and her ID, but she was still going to run away. Königsberg, a city she once loved, was now the last thing she wanted to see. Her walking pace seemed to accelerate every time that a small breeze of cold air passed, though that, to Tiara, was of no importance. She had to get away.

Ten minutes later, she found herself entering the station, and on the line for the last train of the day to Brandenburg. She got a free pass, as she was one of the Kaiserrins of the Rynese Empire, and they were excempt of travel fees such as the ones imposed on the Königsberg-Brandenburg line. Eventually, she entered the passenger car, and sat down alongside the window. It didn't take too long before the train departed, silently at first, before picking up speed. All passenger trains had a maximum speed of 130 kilometers per hour inside of large cities, though it didn't take long before the train could speed up above 270km/h, as she boarded the train on the station closest to the city's end, per se. She grabbed her backpack, opened it, and grabbed a pair of headphones that she bought, as well as a music playing device that could use them. It was time to sleep the way to Brandenburg, so, as there were many small towns on the way there, she hoped that she would get there around 6 in the morning, some 4 and a half hours later. She picked the calmest song out of the ones she had on her device, "Midnight Drive - Instrumental", and not even 10 minutes later, she was fast asleep. The small bumps that the train made as it continued it's fast way down the railroad were of no bother, as the train was designed to supress them as much as possible. She slept well, even people entered and exited the train on the several stops before hers.

At 6:09 in the morning of the 29th of January, Tiara was woken up by one of the crew members, as she had reached the last stop of her journey - Brandenburg Central Station. Located two blocks from the Spee River, it was about as close to the very center of the city as one could locate it. From there, she would need to walk just about 7 blocks to the Brandenburg Palace, where all the political advisors of the Rynese Empire lived, and where she would begin to live too. It was her best bet to stay in power, yet run away from that place that caused her this feeling of emptyness. She was a bit tired, even if she had just slept, but she thought a bit of music would get her going again. "The Mechanix", by SULFUR-7, was her song of choice. A fast, thrashy song about cars and auto repairs. It was SULFUR-7's counterpart to Battery's "The Four Horsemen", which was the next song on her playlist. Eventually, she got off the train, and was now underway to the Brandenburg Palace. Brandenburg, unlike Königsberg, had a very 'flat' city centre. There weren't a lot of skyscrapers or high-rises in the city centre, but there were a lot of parks, museums, and other important builds around that made the city a very good touristic spot, even if it was located on the very middle of the country.

The road infrastructure at Brandenburg was very carefully planned out. Every road flowed perfectly onto the other, so there weren't a lot of street lights to stop the constant flow of cars, except on intersections where people could cross the street. Tiara headed down La Plata Avenue, the very central avenue of Brandenburg, and continued down it for several blocks. The Palace, a tall, classical-style construction, could be seen in the near distance. She wasn't too far away from her new home, so she decided to take a small detour to where the Spee River and the Aperture River merged. It was a nice scenic spot where one could see very far into the cities' far away skyline. After all, Brandenburg was the most populated city of the Rynese Empire. She sat down on a nearby bench, and just watched as the rivers' waves collided with one another, forming one large wave movement down the rest of what was the Plata River.

She was calm. The metal was gone, and she just carefully listened as the waves clashed against one another. The sounds of the cars, people walking by, and the constant chatter and sounds of the city did not bother her, for she was now living.

Without that empty feeling,
Without doubting herself.

It was then, when she said probably one of her most famous lines...

"To Live, one must kill parts of themselves to 'fit in'. However, i do not believe in such pale deaths. To Live, one must Die, but to Die, one must have already lived something that drew them away from fitting in. An endless cycle of living and dying, that i will not follow through with." - She didn't realize it, but when she spoke, everyone around her just payed attention. Her soft, thin voice was able to be heard even if she spoke really lightly, in such a way that it was almost as if she was speaking under her breath.

To Live... Is to Die.
-Credit to Rynese Empire




Read factbook

Lorigia, Estantia, and The etetrnal reich of totsdam

Baltic nation of estonia

The etetrnal reich of totsdam wrote:You will never be Nordic

aw...... no into nordic *^*

Lorigia, Libertandonien, and The etetrnal reich of totsdam

The Krinslo Empire of British Bayonet

Mzeusia wrote:Hey. How are you?

I’m good thank you, how are you?

Hong kong empire

Tommatito wrote:No, Obama

Orban is the conservative leader of Hungary. Obama is the controversial ex-leader of the USA. :P

Lorigia, Estantia, and Libertandonien

The etetrnal reich of totsdam

Baltic nation of estonia wrote:aw...... no into nordic *^*

Yeah no into nordic

Baltic nation of estonia

The Cheesy Stuffed Crust Remains of Yugobatania

Hong kong empire wrote:Not really.

Well if these so called “Romans” have an empire that is close to our borders, then we will be on the defensive 24/7.

Mzeusia

The etetrnal reich of totsdam wrote:Its a ten out of ten song

Certainly interesting. I don't really know much about that time at all.

British Bayonet wrote:I’m good thank you, how are you?

Not too bad.

Lorigia and The etetrnal reich of totsdam

The Iatrarchy of Kirostan

Hello guys whats going on?

Lorigia, Estantia, and Libertandonien

Hong kong empire

Yugobatania wrote:Well if these so called “Romans” have an empire that is close to our borders, then we will be on the defensive 24/7.

If anything happens, you can ask Yukghania and Sanada for help on Verusea.

Lorigia and Baltic nation of estonia

Baltic nation of estonia

The etetrnal reich of totsdam wrote:Yeah no into nordic

Lithuania: Nice job, Eesti should stay Baltic like us

Estantia, Libertandonien, and The etetrnal reich of totsdam

Libertandonien

Kirostan wrote:Hello guys whats going on?

I have a romance with Marasume.

Lorigia, Marasume, and The etetrnal reich of totsdam

Estantia

Kirostan wrote:Hello guys whats going on?

The usual in our nation (nothing).

The etetrnal reich of totsdam

Libertandonien wrote:I have a romance with Marasume.

Well not really its a potential romance

Lorigia, Baltic nation of estonia, and Libertandonien

The Cheesy Stuffed Crust Remains of Yugobatania

Hong kong empire wrote:If anything happens, you can ask Yukghania and Sanada for help on Verusea.

Yukhagania? After that stunt I pulled off that almost started a World War? As if they would help me.

The sanada clan, I have no political relations with them whatsoever, so that’s unlikely.

And don’t even ask about the Unian union of city states...

We’re on our own.

Lorigia

Baltic nation of estonia

The etetrnal reich of totsdam wrote:Well not really its a potential romance

*Starts bothering*
Can I into Nordic now? OvO

Lorigia and The etetrnal reich of totsdam

Libertandonien

The etetrnal reich of totsdam wrote:Well not really its a potential romance

But I have good chances.

The Iatrarchy of Kirostan

Estantia wrote:The usual in our nation (nothing).

Well thats sounds usual :-D

Libertandonien wrote:I have a romance with Marasume.

UwU

Lorigia, Estantia, and Libertandonien

The EPU Member State of Greater Saint-Paul

Friently wrote:The Empire of Friently recognizes
Bryan von Friently-Hannover, seventh of his name, protector of the realm, Emperor of the Gærman, Rømans, Russmanders, Brøttish, Byzantines, Vikings, Aegyptians, Øttomans, Spønish and Francians, as the rightful king of the Rømans.

Emperor Arthur IV endorses Bryan von Friently-Hannover VII as the one and only true Emperor of the Romans

The Republic of Deerfenland

Tommatito wrote:>:[

Dude, Viktor Orban is a politician in Hungary and Barrack Obama is a former US President.

There is a difference in the two...

Lorigia

Mzeusia

Greater Saint-Paul wrote:Emperor Arthur IV endorses Bryan von Friently-Hannover VII as the one and only true Emperor of the Romans

Hey there. I'm looking to wrap up the ant RP. You wouldn't be able to find your last RP post to me on it would you?
Don't worry if you can't.

Lorigia

The Cheesy Stuffed Crust Remains of Yugobatania

Greater Saint-Paul wrote:Emperor Arthur IV endorses Bryan von Friently-Hannover VII as the one and only true Emperor of the Romans

The Vice President of Yugobatania is unsure what to do, so he just sits down on his couch in his Presidential Office and eats some delicious butter-covered popcorn, watching the international news of the event as it unfolds.

Lorigia and Greater Saint-Paul

Post self-deleted by Greater Saint-Paul.

The EPU Member State of Greater Saint-Paul

Greater Saint-Paul wrote:Ooc: beware plot twist (kind of)

Joana stood at the entrance of the nest. From afar, she and her hunting party could see thousands and thousands of glowing golden lights, marching out of the Golden Mountain. “What in the world?” She asked herself. Soon, many other ants stood and watched the spectacle: Golden ants in golden armor marching out the entrance of the nest. She wondered what had made them assemble a army. Then it hit her. Litteraly. She was punched in the face by a red fist. Joana desperately bit the air, and her sisters came to her aid. A crimson corpse layed in the ground, and she watched as many more climbed the Mountain of Claws. “SOUND THE ALARM” an ant shouted. A great horn could be heard from wide and afar. Even the golden spots stopped their agitated movement. The trapjaws were being invaded.

Joana rushed down into the nest to the armoury, where she found hundreds and hundreds of trapjaws in their armour of bronze and bones. She grabbed her armor and charged back up. A great battle happened before her eyes. The defenders were suffering heavy casualties and ants in crimson armour charged ever closely to he entrance. She quickly made it to the front lines. As more professional soldiers and hunters made it to the battle, the slower ether crimson ants advanced. Joana fought fearsomely, and many red heads layed on the ground. Although focused, she could see glimpses of red dots on the Golden Mountain, fighting golden warriors: a double invasion, cutting off the two main threats to the crimson advance.

The jawed warriors fought bravely, but the red ants had the superior numbers. After 3 brutal hours, the queen escaped with the most elite guard after they dug a tunnel that streched 1 meter away from the nest. Finally, the trapjaws retreated. Joana miraculously survived the battle. Her left leg was injured and part of her right jaw was laying in the floor ahead of her, but she survived. After the retreat, the red ants rushed into the nest and quickly killed any resistance.

The once glorious Mountain of Claws was in shambles. The once brave and fearsome Jawed Warriors were broken. The remaining ants of the colony didn’t know what to do, and all were in distress. In the background, the ants could hear the battle for the Golden Mountain. Joana was happy they were already prepared for that. The arrogance of the Trapjaws led to their demise. Suddenly, the confidence they held for being the best warriors of the land went down the sink. But there was still hope. The guard United with the army in shambles and the formulated a plan: they would try to sneak past the crimson camps and try to support the golden ants. All agreed. After some time of preparation, they departed.

Here!

Mzeusia and Lorigia

The great dragonspyre

The President of Dragonspyre Voldem Walshpourgsht, watches strangereal news on TV in his presidential office and sees the news about a Roman leader

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