Governor: The Abov Voytsestria of Etrius
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|1.||The I lost my cat of Novaya Equestria||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“i lost my cat”|
|2.||The Federation of Federation of Africa||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“How did I get here?”|
|3.||The Ayarate of Murotania||Psychotic Dictatorship||“Viré ülem ta Murotánem | Long live Murotania”|
|4.||The Federal Republic of Kemonomica||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“A shark flows with a small stream”|
|5.||The Democratic Capitalism of South Easthern||Capitalist Paradise||“Power to the people”|
|6.||The KINGDOM of Central Military||Authoritarian Democracy||“HINE”|
|7.||The Republic of Empire of Gora||Democratic Socialists||“Hail Gora”|
|8.||The Abov Voytsestria of Etrius||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Remain polite and remain armed”|
|9.||The Communist Paradise of Sllew Egdirbnut||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Do Doubt Not Well”|
|10.||The Republic of Kynthes||Democratic Socialists||“The Republic Prevails!”|
- : The avaria ceased to exist.
- : The Jingoistic States of The Cachinnation Korps departed this region for Pepto Bismol.
- : The Republic of Otyken arrived from Ardenia.
- : Blayredeshia ceased to exist.
- : Phallis ceased to exist.
- : New noric ceased to exist.
- : Talsori ceased to exist.
- : The Disputed Territories of Argoro Rogue Domains arrived from Osiris.
- : The Kingdom of Knights of Lolbri arrived from Ardenia.
- : The Socialist Union of Kulkkistan arrived from Lazarus.
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RP: Memories of a Lich King and his father.
Lich King Varix reflected on his memories, he recalls that he was a prisoner because his father was a ‘tyrant’ whilst it was ambitious noblemen and clergymen who were twisting his orders and used that as a reason that he was imprisoned by them, and so he done a ritual that turn him into the Lich King he is today whilst he was imprisoned. He recalls that he got his revenge, but went a little overboard with resurrecting the dead of peasants, merchants, and minor noble families. He turned some of said peasants, merchants, and minor noble families to revenants, undead with intelligence and free will so that they won’t die when Varix’s phylactery is destroyed, but the mindless undead will and some of these mindless are from the same families as the revenants, so he seeks to systematically turn them into revenants so to soothe the pain of being undead corpses to a new people.
And you’d think he’d be wholly evil and seek nothing but to kill off the entire world.
Last night, an earthquake, magnitude 7.6, had been reported. Apparently coming from Aluro, the earthquake can be felt by many, even some neighboring nations. Grand Marshal Borealis III, who felt the earthquake while he was with family back in Ampayon. "Actually, this was the first time I felt an earthquake of this magnitude," he said to the reporter, "it's also strong in terms of force." Many others commented the same thing in their own words.
Already, Novayan military, government and civilian groups began to mobilize their resources, equipment and manpower to assist in the earthquake-struck region. Aftershocks could be felt afterwards, however.
RP: Island People, Island Things
Some local groups (Especially the west coast) are thankful for the remoteness, praising the nation's food self-sufficiency and energy self-sufficiency (Which they had no choice about really). A think tank was created for a contingency of closed-economic prosperity and allocated a large sum of computing and research budget to speculate on this and draw up a playbook to survive such a thing in a rapidly changing and chaotic world like this, citing the utmost importance of such a playbook because of the recent economic crash. Luckily, the group had plenty of available technology, which made such a plan easier. The nation was well known for inventing after all, but inspecting the data, the think tank speculates that expanding the well-developed Autofabricators in their recycling ability may be essential; warehouses full of spools and ingots of necessary components exist, but if recycling skill and advancements are created, the system could sustain itself longer without cracking open the deep storage and using up spools of precious elements; furthermore, a key prospect may be to balance the people's expectations as this could lead to a drastic change of lifestyle that is strictly non-consumerist like in the past. A portion of the budget went to these tasks.
KAIA's Quantum Computing cluster has reached 3,355,169 Qubits. Much of the program lately has been working on MAGE and revival and modernization of Paleolithic humans; the key was creating a large enough variety from small samples and extrapolating to create a population that could sustain itself indefinitely and not all be clones. Gradually, the program expects to expand the Qubit count to ~5 million and maybe shoot for the billions once manufacturing costs decrease for these technologies. The Scientists at KAIA's laboratory were having a great time racing the developments in NE Iqaluit. However, they didn't have decades to wait, so they expected many of the firstborns would be created in Vats, which was less than savoury, but vowed that this would only take place during the beginning to get the project rolling.
RP | Damning Revelation
Vilight was the position denoting the head of state in Amberleaf, traditionally occupied by a Drone, currently by Feylar. While the Vilight held some powers, their purpose was mostly to be the representational individual for Amberleaf. The head of government was the Minister-Minister, currently Ketiras, who ruled the Amber Ministry. Over the years the Vilight had been mostly reduced by the Ministry to a background figurehead. While public appearances of Vilight Feylar had been reducing greatly in recent years, he had been increasingly more active privately. With a weakening of the patronizing force of the Ministers, Feylar had acquired a taste of agency. He had occasionally been attending progressive events, and had recently started also meeting figures of the new pacifist movement.
Since having been given outside validation and confidence to forming himself an own opinion, Feylar had began slowly retaking some agency within the Ministry, showing more defiant and difficult to deal with. He had full access to Ministry agendas. There was some disgruntelment by certain factions of the Populus that protested the Ministry's intransparancy. Feylar had used this power to openly leak secret Ministry-internal information to the Amberlevian public.
Firstly was the joint plan of the High Ministry and the military command to start an intentional war with TSS, using Etrius as a tool, with the goal of justifying the military's privileges and powers, and to unite the fracturing Amberleaf by creating an external threat. The second pack of revelations was that Baltocarpathia and Federation of Africa had been engaged in Sapient trafficking, and with Aquitinia of all horrors.
The Amberlevian public felt doubly betrayed. The Ministry's public approval, which had been conflicting before, crashed to a new low. It tried to secretly coax the nation into war, without any say of the public, and it had hidden the sinful actions of Amberleaf's supposed allies. Confidence in Baltocarpathia, which had been waning but still ok-ish, was now shattered. And view of the Federation of Africa would also never be the same. And who knew what taboos Ribbonia might be up to. There were large protests, mainly in the capital of Silvercinder, demanding a variety of things. The replacement of Ministry and military leadership, the transparentization and democratization of both, and the reevaluation of Amberleaf's allies. Straylight Bloom should either be dissolved, or a standard of decency implemented, and any indecent members removed.
Conflict was emerging within the Ministry. The Vilight had for the first time used his forgotten power to review and disapprove and block the Ministers' agendas. Upon realization, the Ministers swiftly made a motion to revoke the power of the Vilight to singlehandedly repeal the Ministry's policies. The policy change was repealed by the Vilight. In the second attempt the High Ministers went about it more cleverly, hiding the policy change inside a large document of other bureaucratic executive motions. But since Feylar had had to deal with this collection of capricious women his entire life, he was very aware of their shenanigans, and announced to block "any document way too convoluted". The Amber Ministry was experiencing an internal blockade.
RP: Slow and growling process of Revenantization and the formation of the Shadow Guard
Lich King Varix started his first ritual of Revenantization, he had Skeletons surround a small group of Ghouls that were both related to the skeletons by blood to atleast give the ghouls back some of their memories, but it only ended with a select few of the Ghouls actually becoming Revenants due to some of them being directly knowing the skeletons their prior lives, some were teens that have a tendency to sneak around and ambush skeletons, perfect for agents of his own, and so he formed the currently small agency known as the Shadow Guard who’ll defend the Lich King’s people from the Shadows along with other nations people’s if they would have them.
RP: Averius Film Industry Seeks expansion into International Markets
The Averius film industry has begun seeking to enter the international markets. The average film price is about $20 per video. Physical and digital copies are available for purchase. Streaming services worldwide are being offered exclusive streaming rights within national boundaries for reasonable licensing costs.
RP: Agloolik Stuff
Photobioreactor & Algaculture
Liquid Trees are to be placed in dense urban areas to clean carbon, but also as a stylistic item of large green liquid objects with the added bonus of producing useful materials. Some laboratories are converting the algae into various products.
RP New Years in Prussia
Ckʿo x̣ḿeŋtoq ṕaaq́
Ł̣utʿtońat would stare quietly at the bowl that was brought to her once by the Ribbonians, a small gift of theirs that could make water taste of any flavour, and would focus on it for many long seconds until an expression that had not appeared in her face for many decades since would resurface then: Horror. Before then she had poured water inside the bowl and was ready to use it to change it to the desired flavour, as she had done for many decades by then without issue, but now...now she had forgotten what flavour she wanted. A trivial thing for many, but she was of extremely sharp mind and without decay, up until then. She would remember the flavour after a while, but the sensation did not leave her that day as she continued doing her things, though she did her best to hide it from her people, succeeding...almost.
During the evening, before the sunset, she would take to a location very few people knew of, for the path was covered in shrubs and tall grasses and the way through the wold that surrounded it was full of treacherous shadows and odd shapes, leading to a hidden staircase through a mountain. After three hours, she would arrive at a grove, full of trees, with exits for lights at both sunrise and sunset, and a semi-circle of totems and urns, nine in total. The oldest had some slightly damaged features, for it was almost one hundred and seventy years old, more ancient than she, while the newest of the totems was a meek thirty. Two totems, tall and proud, stood at the outermost circle, with one representing a young warrior and another a female noble, it was her grandparents, Ł̣oq́ł̣eeq, her grandfather, died forty years before she was born fighting the Thuhaqi humans. Then came two other totems to their sides, slightly smaller and representing other warriors, her two uncles, one of whom had died when he was barely thirty in war; while the inner circle were two tall and three small...she could not bear to look at them, for it was her father, mother and siblings. Her mother, two brothers, sister, youngest uncle and grandmother had all died one fateful 2158, year in which her father had built this grove in secret for them, to grant them the ethereal safety he could never give in life.
The totems bore happy faces, many of them depicting objects the dead had before cremation, with names written in hidden corners in a script only she knew. She would clean them of the plant overgrowth, dust, and then would sit and light candles in front of each of the urns as the sun passed through the sunset arc of the grove. In that moment she stood silently, staring at the great light and her family, until the faintest of sounds broke her concentration. She would slowly stand up and turn around: it was Meta.
Tsotʿaan Ł̣utʿtońat: "You have followed me here, ¿have you not?"
Meta: "I always watch and follow you, wether you see me or not. I did not wish to think you were coming here. It has been three decades"
Tsotʿaan Ł̣utʿtońat: "It has...it has indeed been such long time"
Meta: "There is only one reason someone like you would come to this place..." -Memories flooded the Sphynx, of seeing he whom she called a friend, a guardian, a father even, though not in front of others, visiting this location, increasingly so near the end of his life, ever weaker, ever sadder. Still with dread in her voice, she mustered the courage to finish her words- "¿is...is it time already?"
The once proud leader had now in this place shifted to a damaged, old lady, mourning in silence. The usual void in her eyes was ever more entrapping and terrifying, her gaze tired from the burden her entire life as been. Barely moving, the Tsotʿaan would give her answer.
Tsotʿaan Ł̣utʿtońat: "...yes. I thought it would be arriving later, but here I am now, starting to forget...starting to weaken. All my life has been built up from tragedies and my mind is not as strong as my father's, mine just wishes to go away soon, join him"
Meta: "It has barely been thirty years...¿are you sure they are ready?"
Tsotʿaan Ł̣utʿtońat: "More than I was...I will give them two years. I have prepared them as my father did with me, and they listened more than I did with him. ¿You think thirty years is too little to prepare them?"
Meta: "It is too little for me to bear with the burden that comes after. I am gifted with a life potentially tens of times larger than yours...it has not been enough time for me yet. I was not ready for your father's passing, I will not be ready for yours"
Tsotʿaan Ł̣utʿtońat: "Perhaps not, perhaps yes...you will have some time to reconcile with it, for unlike my father, I have no more reason to silently struggle, I am too tired as is"
Meta: "We shall see..."
As the two then gazed again at the grove and the last rays of the sun before it sank below the steppe, the Tsotʿaan would make way for her home, while Meta remained, staring in silence.