WA Delegate (non-executive): The Alpine Kingdom of The Soviet state of Svalbard (elected )
Founder: The Indivisible Republic of Grenopia
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Embassies: United States of America, The Free Nations Region, The Region That Has No Big Banks, The Order of the Grey Wardens, Londinium, Official European Union, India, Novus Lucidum, The Socialist Syndicalist Union, Future Earth, The Great Universe, 0000, Bus Stop, and The Great Experiment.
Regional Power: Moderate
Today's World Census Report
The Most Extreme in Northern Utopia
The World Census ranked nations on the basis of how odd, extreme, or fundamentalist their social, economic, and political systems are.
As a region, Northern Utopia is ranked 10,243rd in the world for Most Extreme.
|1.||The Holy Empire of Kkhano||Psychotic Dictatorship||“The world is out of balance - that needs correction”|
|2.||The Most Serene Republic of The Sunken Isle||Psychotic Dictatorship||“All good things, under the Sun.”|
|3.||The Socialist Federal Republics of Novoroyska||Psychotic Dictatorship||“Мир под одним знаменем!”|
|4.||The Dominion of Palinstog||Corporate Police State||“Conform and flourish, rebel and be crushed”|
|5.||The Dominion of DarkStar Cabal||Psychotic Dictatorship||“Absolution through Technological Domination”|
|6.||The All Powerful Glorious State of Ravanon||Corporate Police State||“Hail The Glorious, Honorable, and Handsome Von Saltere”|
|7.||The Federal Republic of The Enclave congressional armed forces||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Ad Omnia Finem”|
|8.||The Empire of New Shiba Empire||Compulsory Consumerist State||“We do what we want!”|
|9.||The Knights Holy Military Order of The Atlas Archipelago||Corporate Police State||“Bless The Might Of Atlas”|
|10.||The Unified Provinces of Jezabelstien||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Praise Irene.”|
- : The Empire of New Shiba Empire arrived from The South Pacific.
- : Tergai ceased to exist.
- : The Federation of Southern Andulsia arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Incorporated States of Sagittarius Commonwealth departed this region for The Turtle Tea.
- : Iarthar ceased to exist.
- : Zahirea ceased to exist.
- : Talamh sleibhe ceased to exist.
- : The Incorporated States of Sagittarius Commonwealth arrived from Libertas.
- : The Disputed Territories of Zaerai Island arrived from Lazarus.
- : Psionic order ceased to exist.
Northern Utopia Regional Message Board
The bells outside range softly as the wind blew. A cloud over the sun plunged the tower's interior momentarily into a dim colourful twilight, before the light reappeared serenely like heavenly clouds.
--- Areni Kuz, Zaerai Island---
Niqel Jozne wakes up in the half-collapsed massive airport hangar. He crawls out from a small hut he and his companions have made out of the large pieces of concrete that once was part of the hangar. The other part of the hangar is so old that even the plants have started taking over it. He sees numerous similar shelters with bedrolls inside. People are lying next to small campfires near each shelter. One person is sitting and sharpening his knife while the others are chatting with each other.
There is a big, open tent in the very corner of the hangar with several bedrolls and other furniture, like crates & tables. That's the home for Sani Nielor, the current leader of the Raiders and Areni Kuz-settlement. He was the one who led the Jazkovnians to victory and took over this military base and enslaved 70% of all Kuzians on the island. He is very known all over the island and has been participating in many large-scale conflicts and raids. Due to his fame, there is always 5 armed guards always guarding him. Niqel is the commander of the armies and is the best friends with Sani.
Sani stands up and kicks his rusty steel chair on the corner, almost flipping it over. He walks over to Niqel and sits next to him.
Sani: You know what pal?
Niqel: Aye, what is it?
Sani looked excited and took slowly his knife out, carving something on ground.
Sani: I think it's time for us to cause true havoc to those Kjareladians and Trinians.
Niqel: And how we're supposed to do that without harming our Zyzarni and slave trade anymore?
Sani: Well. I got an answer for you... A night raid...
Niqel: A night raid? But isn't there quite a lot of those predators around during night?
Sani: Yes, but if we move fast enough, they won't get to us.
Niqel: Hmph... What is your plan then? We're just rampaging over and killing everyone?
Sani laughed out loud and puts his knife down.
Sani: Very funny. My plan is this: We take out the guards that seems to be continuously guarding in front of their wall and at the watchtower. We're going to use bows and knives to silently kill them. I've also heard that they're packing their carts full of Zyzarni. If we manage to get the cart with us and burn their fields, we're going to make them poor in few months while we're prospering!
Niqel: Well, If that's your idea, then we're rolling out. How many men I need?
Sani: Take 10 best soldiers you can find. We need this to go smoothly.
Niqel nodded and left the hangar to outside, which was full of tents and shelters. He took 10 armed soldiers with him and walked into the forest. It might take a day or two for them to reach their destination due to the harsh nature.
27 hours later...
Niqel and his men were sitting behind two large rocks next to the outskirts of the Vurzi Jarlema I. Niqel looked over the rock with a bow and saw a single guard in the watchtower. He took a quick aim and released an arrow. The arrow hits the guard straight to head killing him instantly.
Niqel: Let's go boys.
Niqel whispered to others who started heading slowly towards the gates. A single guard was patrolling the gate, which was soon killed by an arrow shot on the head. Niqel and other men leaned on the wooden/scrap metal fence and observed the insides of the base from small holes in the fence. One of the men saw a cart full of Zyzarni bags.
Soldier1: I see the cart.
The man whispered to Niqel.
Niqel: Get it, quickly. You others, proceed to start the fires.
Niqel whispered to his men. One of them quickly ran inside the base and carried the cart away, heading straight to the forest. Niqel took a fire bottle and threw it on the hangar. He kept lighting more fire bottles and threw them on the shelters. As Niqel was running back to forest, he already saw massive Zyzarni farms on flames. The Kjarlemadians woke up in complete chaos. People were burning alive and running away from the fire.
Maqner Innum rushed to the center of the base with a light machine gun, observing the area attempting to find the people behind the attack.
Maqner: Raid alarm! Raid alarm! Wake up, everyone! We're being raided!
He shouted as loud as he could. He rushed outside the fence and saw the burning Zyzarni fields and the dead guards. He quickly ran back inside the base and woke up Jano Isnua, the leader of the settlement.
Maqner: Wake up! Someone is destroying our fields!
Jano Isnua looked confused, as he stood up and took his assault rifle. They both ran back to the outskirts to see the flames.
Jano: F*cking Raiders... any casualties?
Maqner: I believe several dead guards and 8 civilians dead by the fire. They also stole our trading carts full of Zyzarni...
Jano: Hmph... Make these flames go off by any means. We're going to do a visit with our Jazkovnian friends soon.
Maqner: Okay sir...
Maqner went rushing back to the center of the base, shouting people to get water buckets to extinguish the fire.
It was in that singular moment I knew he had to die, fists felt too obvious, I needed him out quick... I think we both regretted how it went, but I was still standing in spite of the god-awful bruise on my head.
Natiliae jerked awake in the hall, the unfamiliar surrounds spurred a panicked breathing before the past day caught up, her chest thumped painfully as she looked back and forth across the ornately furnished room, "...they just left me here?... bastards the lot of them." she murdered as she stood up slowly.
“What a mess” A man told, “The teahouse rushes to work after this sudden... guest arrives, then insists on performing the task even more meticulously when they hear it is a Jezabel dignitary, then we find out that there are no servants attending to the drawing chamber where the guest is-”
“Well who can blame them? The Jezabel are intimidating... if there is so much as a hair- oh”
The servants fall silent as they see Nat. They approached her and knelt hastily, trays of cake and tea in their hands.
NUIHF CHAMPIONSHIPS ARE STARTING!
After the interesting games were finished in Division I championships and AusValia & Greater Autenheim getting their well-deserved promotion, it's finally time to start the big games! It's once again the time when the best hockey nations are facing each other with one mission: Win the NUIHF World Championships.
In the 6th season, we're having quite an interesting set of teams in both groups. These competing teams are listed below:
We wish the best of luck to all the teams!
If you want to watch the games live, go to YouTube and Subscribe the channel "Northern Utopian Ice Hockey League"!
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Natiliae nearly blundered into the kneeling men, she stared at them kneeling while awkwardly fumbling with her cigarette, "Uhh... those for me?" she asked as she knelt down to pick up one of the cups of tea, "This better be decaf." she muttered as she drunk a mouthful, she stilled for a moment and remarked a confused, "It's a bit watery..." before she finished the cup in its entirety.
OOC: There's some ambiguous stuff that requires timestamps, so if anyone has questions, please let me know)
Somewhere Between the Strait of Sicilia and the Czech Strait
Diplomatic/Military Mission to Frontera
The sun rose over the horizon, the shining golden light coming against the calm grey sea. The salty ocean smell filled the air around them, the calm waves which lie ahead interrupted by millions of tons of steel. A massive fleet moving through the serenity, gargantuan cannons laying dormant like a bear in its rest, ready to awaken and bare its fangs at those who dare oppose it. There was reason not to oppose such a force, The Atlas sit in its middle, cruising at a smooth twenty knots. The pride of the High Seas Fleet, it was unopposable to all but few vessels. The warship had been traveling to the Fronteran Republic for some time on a mission of military aide and diplomatic deployments, the republic presented a prime ground to set up a sphere of military influence and perhaps a place to gain a foothold in the Wasaruan continent.
The Commandant stood at the helm, looking out at the golden waves which flowed in the early morning. It was not often one would see beautiful seas such as this or the beautiful blue sky and golden sun in Atlas, the dark clouds often cleared few times a year, so the Commandant relished in its beauty with a smile. Of course, the golden sea and sun reminded him of other things, things which he missed dearly, a beauty unmatched by many...He snapped back to himself and blinked a few times as the made their way to the exit of the Old Lake Sea, the Czech Strait coming into sight...
(Tag: New Republic of Frontera)
It has been now more than 4 months since the war has ended. Joseph looks at the window of Omni City. Despite the destructive nature of the war, reconstruction has been incredibly fast with projections saying that total construction should be complete by the end of September. He is not surprised, whenever something horrible happens to Astana-Anders, they usually fix it with incredible speed. Heck, just 5 months after the Anderian Revolution, which destroyed more than 70% of the land, everything was rebuilt even better than before.
"Sir, what shall we do now that we are back in power?" Ask Chief Diplomat Prussia Werdin. "... I want their to be a Northern Utopian union. Ask, when they are free, if Feng Dynasty, The Atlas Archipelago, and North Electrica if they wish to help us create an everlasting union between the nations of this region." Said Joseph. "I will telegram this as soon as possible." Said Prussia.
URN-RAN Joint Fleet, 1st Gorgon Strike Group