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Most Nations: 601st Most Advanced Public Transport: 1,815th Most Corrupt Governments: 1,820th+3
Largest Black Market: 1,866th Most Advanced Defense Forces: 1,960th Greatest Rich-Poor Divides: 1,967th
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Tsumonrin, land of legends, full of diverse peoples and a plethora of species. Here is the place where legends are born, and here is the place where legends die. Often at the same time.

More importantly, we have cookies! Cake too! Ooh, and candy! Sweets for everyone!

Despite the above tone, we're actually a fairly serious roleplay region, currently in a dieselpunk setting.

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Current RP Year: 1920

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Featured region 29 October 2015
Featured region (again) 11 September 2019
Featured region (again²) 10 August 2020


Embassies: The Glorious Nations of Iwaku, Eientei Gensokyo, Alstroemeria, Hollow Point, The Embassy, The Bar on the corner of every region, Yarnia, Aeterna Publicae, Queens Coming Into Our Own, The Nation of Nations and Friends, Avadam Inn, Kylden, United Republic of Sovereign States, The Great Wonderland, International Debating Area, Gypsy Lands, and 24 others.Novo Brasil, Happy Utopia, Coin Collecting Club, Non Aligned Movement, Lardyland, The Galactic Empire of Britain, Chicken overlords, Pravda, 00000 Land of Nod, Arconian Empire, Fredonia, Diamond City, Telegram Pals, The Astral Union, Regionless, Turkic Union, Oneid, Katzen, The Western Isles, The Wooloo Pact, 1st Epitome United, Greater Canada, The Libertarian, and The Consulate.

Tags: Anime, Casual, Democratic, FT: FTL, Featured, Future Tech, Independent, Isolationist, LGBT, Magical, Map, Medium, and 8 others.Multi-Species, Neutral, Offsite Chat, Outer Space, Pacifist, Role Player, Serious, and Silly.

Tsumonrin contains 28 nations, the 601st most in the world.

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The Largest Soda Pop Sector in Tsumonrin

The World Census recorded sales of fizzy syrup water in order to determine which nations have the largest beverage industries.

As a region, Tsumonrin is ranked 7,647th in the world for Largest Soda Pop Sector.

1.The New Space Communists of Great Red BearsCorporate Police State“Drink for the red Bear!”
2.The Principality of RhodiciaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Pour La Furste, Pour La Fatrie”
3.The First Holy Order of NagrissCorporate Police State“Assassin all who dare”
4.The Duchy of The CorelandsLeft-Leaning College State“Three peoples, one nation”
5.The United States of Serdian RepublicCivil Rights Lovefest“United As One, In God We Trust”
6.The Assemblages of Free Planets of Venurian SpaceInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Chu aela qos lyrraq”
7.The Khanate of ArvugFather Knows Best State“Our great fleets are the flail of god against your sins”
8.The Venurian Free Kingdom of YaebanLeft-Leaning College State“A new era dawns”
9.The Imperial States of DaciciaLeft-Leaning College State“e pluribus unum”
10.The Unity of XijiunFather Knows Best State“Strength through unity”
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The Socialist Republic of Irithylle

Egoia wrote:Loria admires the checkpoint, noting the details and the accents of the men around her, she admittedly found their speaking rather peculiar and found their uniforms a little hard on the eyes but shrugged it off.

"I am and I have both the letter and a statement from the Congress of my diplomatic status", she reaches into her bag and hands the officer both the letter from the Taoiseach and the letter from the Congress with seals and all, "You can check my vehicle and my person if you want. Not like I'm going to throw bombs through anyone's window."

They'd check through her truck and find nothing but a few chalks and on her they'd find some cards but nothing illegal. On her own person they'd find an odd medallion with odd runes etched into it but nothing out of the ordinary.

"I'll assume we're done now" She then made her way to the Vehicle to have them take her to the Taoiseach.

As she speaks, the officer seems to writing in a large brown book, likely logging down her arrival. Although, when she jokes about throwing a bomb, the officer raises his head towards her then returns to writing.

"Heff, what's the story with that truck?" the officer yells at the two soldiers clearing the truck.

"All clear, sir. Nothin' but chalk an'a few cards."

Resuming his attention to Loira, the officer confirms that the inspection is over. He then instructs Loira to park her truck beside the army truck then report to the two gardaí. He assures her her truck won't be touched.

Once Loira does as she's instructed, and reports to the gardaí, they would fire up their car, and begin the journey to Iríthyra City.

"So, here's what's happening." the garda in the passenger seat says. "We're bringing you straight to the Caisleán. That's where the Taoiseach will be meeting you. You might be waiting up to 30 minutes to an hour, but, what can you do? Afterwards, you'll be escorted to your accommodations, a nice upper-class suite, back when the monarchy was a thing in Irithylle. Pretty nice. Or, if you feel like you're wasting your time here, we can be drop you back to the checkpoint.
During your stay in Iríthyra City, you'll have limited free roam access. Sorry, but, we have to keep an eye on you, that's just the way things are. Wouldn't do if you got lost, and end up in some alleyway, would it?"
"

The driving would last a few hours. During which, they'd drive through many towns, villages, and plenty of countryside views. At last, they arrive in Iríthyra City.
The current weather does the city view no favour. It would be raining down pretty hard, casting a dark and gloomy atmosphere over the city. The structural architecture seems to have a Victorian look to it. The roads and pathways would be paved with stone, there'd be a large clock tower, in the centre of the city, and many church bells can be heard in the distance. Despite the gloomy weather, people would still be seen doing their daily routines. Some people would be wearing fine looking clothes, such as black suits and top hats, while others would be wearing brown jackets and pants with flat caps. A few horse carriages would be seen here and there.
Arguably, the most impressive structure in the city would be the huge railway track, that's elevated above the main road. In fact, the railway would be larger than most buildings, save for the clock tower. The railway appears to go throw many towers. It can be speculated that these towers that the railway goes through are the stations on which passengers board.

Finally, the car arrives outside of the Caisleán. As soon as Loira exists the vehicle, any passerbys would instantly recognise Loira as a foreigner, and give her strange looks.
The two gardaí escort her inside, and up to the Taoiseachs office. As they enter the receptionists office, she tells them to please wait, as the Taoiseach is currently busy.
After what seems like an hour and a half, the receptionist announces that the Taoiseach is ready to meet Loira.

As Loira enters the Taoiseachs office, she'd note that no one else is in the room. Just her and him. No guards.
The Taoiseach, stands up from his seat, smiles, and gests Loira to take a seat, while also extending his hand to shake hers.

"Hello, you must be Loira, the representative from Staalgrad. I hope you had a safe journey here. I am Taoiseach Thomas O'Valera, you may call me O'Valera, if you wish. Now, I understand you have something important to tell me, regarding the Pradians? A rather extreme accusation, if I've ever heard one, but I'm willing to hear what you have to say."

The Kingdom of Wielbelkia

Egoia wrote:"A couple weeks ago a egoian woman was here for an interview with some newspaper fellow associated with your party. I need to speak with him."
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Gertrude looked around, "Things are weird here unlike home. A lot larger, not as natural, doesn't feel as ancient. Not like Staalgrad, it's got these awesome caverns and catacombs and passages running all over the city, some say the gateway to otherworld is down there, and that the portals can link up to others parts of the world through the world tree."

"Mhm and do you have an appointment?" she said.
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While she got an odd look from the bartender, one of the soldiers decided to humor her.
"You don't see many caves like that this far from the Waldreichs." he explained. "Unless you're crazy enough to go into an imperial ant nest of course."

The Free Land of Egoia

Irithylle wrote:As she speaks, the officer seems to writing in a large brown book, likely logging down her arrival. Although, when she jokes about throwing a bomb, the officer raises his head towards her then returns to writing.

"Heff, what's the story with that truck?" the officer yells at the two soldiers clearing the truck.

"All clear, sir. Nothin' but chalk an'a few cards."

Resuming his attention to Loira, the officer confirms that the inspection is over. He then instructs Loira to park her truck beside the army truck then report to the two gardaí. He assures her her truck won't be touched.

Once Loira does as she's instructed, and reports to the gardaí, they would fire up their car, and begin the journey to Iríthyra City.

"So, here's what's happening." the garda in the passenger seat says. "We're bringing you straight to the Caisleán. That's where the Taoiseach will be meeting you. You might be waiting up to 30 minutes to an hour, but, what can you do? Afterwards, you'll be escorted to your accommodations, a nice upper-class suite, back when the monarchy was a thing in Irithylle. Pretty nice. Or, if you feel like you're wasting your time here, we can be drop you back to the checkpoint.
During your stay in Iríthyra City, you'll have limited free roam access. Sorry, but, we have to keep an eye on you, that's just the way things are. Wouldn't do if you got lost, and end up in some alleyway, would it?"
"

The driving would last a few hours. During which, they'd drive through many towns, villages, and plenty of countryside views. At last, they arrive in Iríthyra City.
The current weather does the city view no favour. It would be raining down pretty hard, casting a dark and gloomy atmosphere over the city. The structural architecture seems to have a Victorian look to it. The roads and pathways would be paved with stone, there'd be a large clock tower, in the centre of the city, and many church bells can be heard in the distance. Despite the gloomy weather, people would still be seen doing their daily routines. Some people would be wearing fine looking clothes, such as black suits and top hats, while others would be wearing brown jackets and pants with flat caps. A few horse carriages would be seen here and there.
Arguably, the most impressive structure in the city would be the huge railway track, that's elevated above the main road. In fact, the railway would be larger than most buildings, save for the clock tower. The railway appears to go throw many towers. It can be speculated that these towers that the railway goes through are the stations on which passengers board.

Finally, the car arrives outside of the Caisleán. As soon as Loira exists the vehicle, any passerbys would instantly recognise Loira as a foreigner, and give her strange looks.
The two gardaí escort her inside, and up to the Taoiseachs office. As they enter the receptionists office, she tells them to please wait, as the Taoiseach is currently busy.
After what seems like an hour and a half, the receptionist announces that the Taoiseach is ready to meet Loira.

As Loira enters the Taoiseachs office, she'd note that no one else is in the room. Just her and him. No guards.
The Taoiseach, stands up from his seat, smiles, and gests Loira to take a seat, while also extending his hand to shake hers.

"Hello, you must be Loira, the representative from Staalgrad. I hope you had a safe journey here. I am Taoiseach Thomas O'Valera, you may call me O'Valera, if you wish. Now, I understand you have something important to tell me, regarding the Pradians? A rather extreme accusation, if I've ever heard one, but I'm willing to hear what you have to say."

Loria shakes their hand before taking a seat, "I appreciate you taking the time to meet me, I understand you're very busy." Loria reaches into her bag and hands over a package, inside are pictures of people being dragged out of their homes by soldiers in darker uniforms and people being loaded into trucks, "Pradians have been rounding up 'undesirables', political enemies, the infirm, the disabled, and others they considered subhuman. My people are concerned that Pradia is on the road to genocide. We have attempted to show this information to Wielbelkia and Serdia and a few others. We cannot be sure where their growing war machine will march to but we know Egoia and Wielbelkia are first. I am asking, if only from a humanitarian perspective, to help prevent this would-be atrocity." Loria looks up gripping her staff, "I'm not asking for materials or anything, just at least recognition for Egoia as a sovereign territory, perhaps work towards cooperation in the future, perhaps the ability to station a diplomat here in irithylle to facilitate that? I understand what I am asking is no little request but we wouldn't be asking if we weren't greatly concerned for the well-being of all the people on Argus. A specter is haunting Argus, a specter of the great war."

Wielbelkia wrote:"Mhm and do you have an appointment?" she said.
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While she got an odd look from the bartender, one of the soldiers decided to humor her.
"You don't see many caves like that this far from the Waldreichs." he explained. "Unless you're crazy enough to go into an imperial ant nest of course."

Joseph rolled his eyes, "No, and even if I did I feel as though you marxists wouldn't let me see them."
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"imperial ant nest? I think i've read a book about them in the old royal archives. Giant ants that collect and grow fungi right?" She sips her drink, "We have Megatherium, they say the claws on their burrows are them marking those that have died in the Sloth's lifetime, they're usually friendly but don't get too close or provoke them, their claws will rip you to shred."
She looks at her watch, "I should probably be getting back to the hotel before it gets dark..."

The United States of Serdian Republic

In the dead of night and far off from Serdia, over the former territory of Staalkastel now known as Egoia A heavily modified aerial freighter By the name of the S.S. Minerva would, aboard her a rather familiar figure would be hunched over the ship's radio set, working himself ragged to try and get into communications with Egoian leadership as he fiddled with the unreliable machine though eventually he would however manage to get it to work.

"Testing, Testing 1...2...3... Is there anyone on the air? This is Captain Alfred Johnathan Cactus requesting permission to speak with whoever is in charge of the Staalka- I-I Mean Egoian Armed forces, I wish to discuss a deal I wish to make." The good captain would say over the radio to whoever was listening in, meanwhile inside the Minerva's cargo-hold, a man would take inventory of the vessel's precious cargo, going through multiple large crates of tools and machinery to see if the group that was aboard the vessel had brought along their most important equipment...
The Aircraft.

"Alright... check off that we do indeed have seven of those GR-7s the Wielbelkians sold us..." He would say to no-one-in-particular except to himself, checking off the notes he wrote down on a pad before walking back to the crew quarters, whistling to himself as he went along.

The Kingdom of Wielbelkia

Egoia wrote:Joseph rolled his eyes, "No, and even if I did I feel as though you marxists wouldn't let me see them."
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"imperial ant nest? I think i've read a book about them in the old royal archives. Giant ants that collect and grow fungi right?" She sips her drink, "We have Megatherium, they say the claws on their burrows are them marking those that have died in the Sloth's lifetime, they're usually friendly but don't get too close or provoke them, their claws will rip you to shred."
She looks at her watch, "I should probably be getting back to the hotel before it gets dark..."

She gave him a bored look. "Then I'm not sure why you're here sir if you didn't expect anything to come of your visit."

The Dominion of New Aaronian Empire

A monster of a warship is unveiled in the shipyard with a crowd of Aaronian citizens cheering as the flag of the Aaronian navy is hoisted over the it.

The leader of the nation finally appears at the christening ceremony. Emperor Argos steps out on the platform waving to the crowd. He then heads to the stern of the massive warship as the crowd falls silent as he raises his hand.

"I herby name this ship... The Byzantium." He then smashed the bottle on the stern and it slides into the harbor where the rest of the navy awaits its new flagship.

The Socialist Republic of Irithylle

Egoia wrote:Loria shakes their hand before taking a seat, "I appreciate you taking the time to meet me, I understand you're very busy." Loria reaches into her bag and hands over a package, inside are pictures of people being dragged out of their homes by soldiers in darker uniforms and people being loaded into trucks, "Pradians have been rounding up 'undesirables', political enemies, the infirm, the disabled, and others they considered subhuman. My people are concerned that Pradia is on the road to genocide. We have attempted to show this information to Wielbelkia and Serdia and a few others. We cannot be sure where their growing war machine will march to but we know Egoia and Wielbelkia are first. I am asking, if only from a humanitarian perspective, to help prevent this would-be atrocity." Loria looks up gripping her staff, "I'm not asking for materials or anything, just at least recognition for Egoia as a sovereign territory, perhaps work towards cooperation in the future, perhaps the ability to station a diplomat here in irithylle to facilitate that? I understand what I am asking is no little request but we wouldn't be asking if we weren't greatly concerned for the well-being of all the people on Argus. A specter is haunting Argus, a specter of the great war."

Looking at the pictures, O'Valera would not appear to be visibly disturbed by the pictures.
"These round ups are nothing new to me. Sure, this has happened here before, shortly after the civil war ended. Loyalists of the monarchy were rounded up and imprisoned by the citizen army. I can't be sure if these are 'undesirables', but I'll take your word for it... This is quite the predicament... You're asking for sovereign recognition... How many other states recognise your independence? If it's just us, it'll do you no favours. Irithylle, at least I think, has not a lot of diplomatic weight. We're non-interventionalist. If it doesn't directly involve or affect us, we don't want to get involved. Recognising Egoia as a sovereign sta-... land, is very risky for us. It could drag us into a war with Pradonia, which, we don't want. We don't want our own people to suffer and die for someone else's war. Now, the whole genocide thing is an extreme accusation if I've ever heard one, and one I don't think should be used lightly.
Can you tell me if Pradonia is bound by any disarmament treaties? If so, are they actively militarising? If so, could you send us proof? That could be something to pull them on. Unless, you are aware of the location the dark-uniformed men move the 'undesirables' to. That'd be useful to know Now, even though I said we DON'T want to go to war with Pradonia, and I meant it, we will... intervene... if genocide is involved."

The Free Land of Egoia

Wielbelkia wrote:She gave him a bored look. "Then I'm not sure why you're here sir if you didn't expect anything to come of your visit."

Joseph glares, "You've never met anarchists have you?" Joseph looks at his watch, "Well maybe you can help me with something? I'm looking for maybe a Belkian copy of your platform as well as a few other materials about your party? I also would like to speak to your general defense committee if you have one."

Irithylle wrote:Looking at the pictures, O'Valera would not appear to be visibly disturbed by the pictures.
"These round ups are nothing new to me. Sure, this has happened here before, shortly after the civil war ended. Loyalists of the monarchy were rounded up and imprisoned by the citizen army. I can't be sure if these are 'undesirables', but I'll take your word for it... This is quite the predicament... You're asking for sovereign recognition... How many other states recognise your independence? If it's just us, it'll do you no favours. Irithylle, at least I think, has not a lot of diplomatic weight. We're non-interventionalist. If it doesn't directly involve or affect us, we don't want to get involved. Recognising Egoia as a sovereign sta-... land, is very risky for us. It could drag us into a war with Pradonia, which, we don't want. We don't want our own people to suffer and die for someone else's war. Now, the whole genocide thing is an extreme accusation if I've ever heard one, and one I don't think should be used lightly.
Can you tell me if Pradonia is bound by any disarmament treaties? If so, are they actively militarising? If so, could you send us proof? That could be something to pull them on. Unless, you are aware of the location the dark-uniformed men move the 'undesirables' to. That'd be useful to know Now, even though I said we DON'T want to go to war with Pradonia, and I meant it, we will... intervene... if genocide is involved."

Loria sighed.
"Your nation would be the first. You wouldn't need to do anything, but if one nation, even one not as necessarily weighty as say Wielbelkia or Arvug or Pradonia, that might convince smaller nations to recognize us and our separation from Pradia. At least then we can make an argument of protecting our freedoms that are legitimate in the eyes of the world, at least among your peoples. Your peoples know the struggle of sovereignty, of trying to be recognized, of wanting the freedom to not be bound as serfs to a monarch like ours. But the Pradians are ten times more terrifying that whatever the monarchs could have thrown at us, even the Monarchs fear the terror they are unleashing upon this world. we sent agents to Wielbelkia, Serdia and even Czestowalskalia, knowing full well we might be rejected, but we wouldn't do it if we didn't believe that we all had a role to play in the protection of people from the slaughter of a second great war. I understand your apprehension, I don't even need you to step in to defend us, our people will die to the last man, woman, and child to keep us free.

She looked down at her fingers and then looked back up.
"If I get you more information, would you at least be willing to work with us and potentially other nations to form a joint taskforce to investigating the accusation of a genocide?"

Serdian Republic wrote:In the dead of night and far off from Serdia, over the former territory of Staalkastel now known as Egoia A heavily modified aerial freighter By the name of the S.S. Minerva would, aboard her a rather familiar figure would be hunched over the ship's radio set, working himself ragged to try and get into communications with Egoian leadership as he fiddled with the unreliable machine though eventually he would however manage to get it to work.

"Testing, Testing 1...2...3... Is there anyone on the air? This is Captain Alfred Johnathan Cactus requesting permission to speak with whoever is in charge of the Staalka- I-I Mean Egoian Armed forces, I wish to discuss a deal I wish to make." The good captain would say over the radio to whoever was listening in, meanwhile inside the Minerva's cargo-hold, a man would take inventory of the vessel's precious cargo, going through multiple large crates of tools and machinery to see if the group that was aboard the vessel had brought along their most important equipment...
The Aircraft.

"Alright... check off that we do indeed have seven of those GR-7s the Wielbelkians sold us..." He would say to no-one-in-particular except to himself, checking off the notes he wrote down on a pad before walking back to the crew quarters, whistling to himself as he went along.

A woman answers on the other side of the radio, "Uh high yeah uhm kind of a hard question to answer on who "leads" our armed forces since we don't have just one, but I'm the commander for the The Engineer Militias of Akrosford's 10th Scout Regiment, my post is technically the garrisoning of the local airbase, you can land there, it should be large enough for you to land. I'll transmit the coordinates to you now."

She looked over at a group of engineers, "Better tell the pilots to clear the runway... why are Serdians like... this? Very eccentric individuals..."

The Kingdom of Wielbelkia

Egoia wrote:Joseph glares, "You've never met anarchists have you?" Joseph looks at his watch, "Well maybe you can help me with something? I'm looking for maybe a Belkian copy of your platform as well as a few other materials about your party? I also would like to speak to your general defense committee if you have one."

"They don't usually come here for some reason." she said dryly. "Well the first one I can do easily, it's not like we charge for it." She said handing a few materials including a book titled "The Task of the Working Class Today". "As for the last one, that would be up to the committee to decide but I'll forward your request if you provide me your name and your reason for meeting and of course some contact information. They're not here today unfortunately."

The Free Land of Egoia

Wielbelkia wrote:"They don't usually come here for some reason." she said dryly. "Well the first one I can do easily, it's not like we charge for it." She said handing a few materials including a book titled "The Task of the Working Class Today". "As for the last one, that would be up to the committee to decide but I'll forward your request if you provide me your name and your reason for meeting and of course some contact information. They're not here today unfortunately."

"uhm... do you ship across the border?" He writes down his name, his Address in Egoia and even a phone number! He takes the book and states thusly, "My reason is as a scholar of Marxist and Anarchist studies, a noble pursuit no?" He smirks and turns to leave, "Do take care now..." he heads back to the Hotel slowly making his way down the streets.

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