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Wielbelkia wrote:

The Wielbelkian-Egoian border was in a weird spot. It was both considered militarily a low priority as Egoia was seen as nothing but anarchist rabble but there were still concerns over border incursions so it couldn't be left undermanned either. This was eventually settled by Crown Prince Einfrieren himself stepping in and ordering the creation of the Kaiserliche Grenztruppen (Imperial Border Troops) who would take over the Army's job of securing non-militarized borders. So it was the troops of the 9th Border Company, 6th Border Regiment "Hans Clausewitz", that were sitting in the border outpost in the crowd's path. The outpost itself was on the smaller side, a single command bunker, a barracks; armory and watchtower the only buildings there. The entrance meanwhile was flanked by sandbag emplacements and wire fence. The first one to spot them was one Private Hans Schultz in the watchtower, who nearly dropped his binoculars when noticing the large crowd. He quickly did a double take then elbowed the other soldier in the watchtower with him, pointing frantically at them. After having the other soldier keep an eye on them Schultz frantically ran down the steps to the watchtower and towards the command bunker. Causing some of the other border guards to raise an eyebrow. He promptly burst in yelling "Herr Kommandant!". The officer in charge, one Leutnant Wilhelm Klink glared at him annoyed over a book he was reading.

"What is it this time Schultz? This better not be another complaint about the weather." he said. Schultz promptly saluted before speaking in a more calm tone. "Th-there's a crowd on the way here." This got Klink's attention as he quickly stood up, shutting the book.

"What!? How many?"

"About 30 or so I think."

Klink took a deep breath before looking at the other troops in the bunker. "Well don't just stand there like deer caught on the railway, get into positions! Make sure the MG is ready and tell HQ we've got visitors!" On cue all the troops went into action, the radioman quickly sending a message to the nearest outpost to be passed along to the Regimental HQ. By the time the crowd got close enough to be in shouting distance an MG14 was set up on the sandbags while other troops stood ready with rifles. Klink himself was flanked by two guards with MP 19 SMGs and stood with confidence. He smirked as the leader of the "rabble" made their request.

"Who are you even and why exactly should I permit you access into the Emperor's territories?"

The crowd seemed to giggle at the idea of "The emperor's territory" but made no vocal statement.

The leader removed her hood revealing tattoos with odd purple marks around her neck and shoulders and she began to speak in a rough mixture of Wielbelkian and Pradian with an Egoian accent which made it probably very difficult to understand, "We are the Cult of the Void. We are missionaries, we come to spread our message to the people of Wielbelkia. The Great Nothing has bid us this way," she rolls her eyes, "also technically a diplomatic mission to your capital."

She reaches into a satchel at her side with documents including a letter with the diplomatic seal of Staalgrad and a passport, "You should find that things are in order. You aren't scared of hooded figures and chimes stalking the shadows in the woods are you? Our guns are old rifles from the war, back when we seceded. Most of our party is unarmed, but should you wish to slaughter us on your border, it would be a dear shame to kill a diplomatic envoy, not that the majority of the world would care about you killing us, no one would ever know say for clans and villages, not that your kaiser cares about that. The Congress would have sent a message but at the moment it is disbanded until next year or until called for by a special session."