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Welcome to the World of Xedas!✨

A land of powerful magic, legendary weaponry, diverse people groups and species, lore, wars, darkness, prosperity and countless other events and possibilities. Rule your own nation and share its story.

Featured on 02/02/2019

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Xedas tech limits are based off of real world tech of the mid 15th century. For a more specific reference point take 1442

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Xedas contains 66 nations, the 234th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Most Rebellious Youth in Xedas

World Census observers counted the number of times their car stereo was stolen from outside fast food stores to determine which nations have relatively high levels of youth-related crime.

As a region, Xedas is ranked 16,258th in the world for Most Rebellious Youth.

1.The Senshadou Crew of Panzer VierCapitalist Paradise“Yes hello”
2.The Allied States of YostrariaLeft-Leaning College State“Anarchism”
3.The Kingdom of Stoney ShoresCorporate Bordello“Ultio Et Fama”
4.The Queendom of SnaiaMother Knows Best State“Strength Through Honour”
5.The Holy Northern Empire of CatsorInoffensive Centrist Democracy“United in eternity.”
6.The Q-Kingdom of QlutlunInoffensive Centrist Democracy“From Many, One”
7.The Republic of NotSoKawaiiInoffensive Centrist Democracy“I am progress”
8.The Most Strange Republic of Emily KaneAnarchy“School Kids on Buses are Singing My Name”
9.The Titans of QuanthasDemocratic Socialists“Remember the titans”
10.The People's Federation of DaakPsychotic Dictatorship“Be wise”
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The Commonwealth of Chalsardu

Thannis and the Friend Meet

In a meeting house in the city of Dadia, a man and his wife sat in an alcove, a little back from the hearth that lay in the centre of the room. In the height of the Dadian summer the hearth lay quiet, no fire burning in here lest the building overheat, but it still served as the focal point of the room for the ordinary folk to sit around.
The main doors swung open to let in a traveller, by his dress from the Strymon valley in the heartlands of the Commonwealth. He looked around the room, around the many locals sitting and standing both patrons and hosts, and his eyes eventually settled on the pair in the alcove. The man there caught the visitor’s eye and made a semi-intricate hand gesture to indicate his and her presence; the visitor responded with a similar one of his own and went to join them.

“Thannis,” the visitor said as the man shuffled along the curved bench to allow the visitor to sit beside him.
“And you must be the good friend that I have been told about on a number of occasions,” Thannis replied.
“Not so out loud, there’s other people here!” the visitor responded in a loud whisper, halfway between the volume of ordinary conversation and that of the surreptitious kind.
“Relax friend, they’re simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the New South.” Thannis, despite his protestations, had lowered his volume down to the near-whisper of the visitor’s.
“Very well, I shall relax. Have they anything civilised on? If not, get me the local brew. Wasn’t expecting the journey to be this hard.”
“My wife and I are currently having the local mead; it’s been a good summer for the bees apparently. Shall I get you some? Oh, and before I forget, I need to introduce you to my wife. Indartsu-senor, this is my wife Tasia, Tasia, this is Indartsu.”
“Indartsu (Strong)?” I like the sound of it. Good day to you, Tasia.”
“Good day to you as well; my dear Thannis has spoken highly of you,” she replied.
“It’s fine,” Thannis said as he noticed Indartsu’s expression, “she’s one of us.”
Indartsu’s expression eased. “Very well; the mead for me, if you’d be so kind.”

Thannis returned to the table with three fresh goblets of mead, spiced according to a Dadian recipe.
“Don’t mind the taste,” he said as he placed them down and offered Indartsu one, “it takes a little getting used to, but it’s well worth it.”
“I suppose if this was all you had to drink for a year you’d get used to it,” Indartsu responded after the aftertaste finally went away. “It’ll suffice. However, we are now here, and you are the miracle worker who I’ve heard so much about from our mutual friends.”
“Indeed I am.”
“They tell me that you have achieved great things here. I’d like to hear it in your own words.”
Thannis took a few seconds to compose his thoughts. How much detail do I go into?
“How long have you got?”
“Enough that you can explain what you found at the sites before you take me there to show me in person.”
“I see. Very well. For obvious reasons, as we are in a public place, I shan’t say too much, unless you’d like to head back outside just after arriving here. How was your journey here, while I’m on the topic?”
“That can come later. Answer the question.”
“I’ll keep it brief. You’ve read your Kevorkian, haven’t you?”
“Someone as close to him as I didn’t have a choice.”
Thannis leaned close to Indartsu, so that only the latter would hear.
“I hath drunk the milk of paradise.”

The Commonwealth of Chalsardu

Report - Special Division "Lenaceri"

Most of the Akritai, the light infantry of the Commonwealth armies, are general levies of subject populations, mediocre in equipment, loyalties, and training. The one exception to this has always been the highland skirmishers of Vindeirnesi, the only Elves to serve in such a capacity. Theirs is a tradition drawn all the way from the earliest days of Druchii inhabitation there, and in the form of the Lenaceri it continues to this day.

The Lenaceri take their name from the now long-dead Lenacer clan, the first to unite that sceptred isle over two thousand years ago after the death of Vindeir. Vindeirnesi, known for its marshes and hills, was never conducive to mounted combat and large formations; warfare instead was a matter of small, light, mobile forces on foot that knew the terrain and could slip in and out of the clan holds unnoticed. Such forces were how the Lenacer became kings; such forces were how the Adenar, Aevir, and Oderil likewise became kings.

The history of the Lenaceri as a standing unit dates back to the Oderil kingdom of Vindeirnesi, some four hundred years ago, when the monarchy sought to reduce its reliance on the feudal levies of the clans and subject peoples. The Lenaceri at the time were recruited from the finest young men of the clans, a united fighting force that owed its allegiance not to the whims of the clan patriarchs (despite who was in it) but rather to the king or queen alone. The force maintained its strength despite the fluctuations of Vindeirmeri power, and even in the turmoil of the country's final years before its unification with Chalsardu the corps d'esprit stayed strong.

In Commonwealth service the Lenaceri proved their worth despite the short time since their incorporation, serving with distinction in Valassyria, Seniker, and the Aralur as part of the regular army. Now, it is a separate unit once again, its ranks continuing to be maintained by the fine men of Vindeirnesi and augmented by other Druchii men and women of similar origins throughout the Commonwealth. Their ability to operate across all terrains, their ability to infiltrate where none expect, and their ability to serve equally well at all times of day shall continue to prove of immense value to the Chalsardi people in matters where surreptitious security is key, within the Commonwealth's borders and, if necessary, without them.

Originally printed in Military Matters Magazine.

The Commonwealth of Chalsardu

The Great Opportunity of Tanais awaits.

A hundred miles off the southeastern coast of Koemashita, this equatorial isle holds great promise for the ambitious investor or the intrepid settler. Verdant jungle tumbles down the slopes of the mountain that dominates this tropical paradise. On its eastern shore, numerous coves that once harboured pirates now offer the finest clams and crabs. In the south, a sheltered bay oft patronised by sailors heading east now hosts a detachment of cutters, doing their part to keep the sealanes safe. The pineapples are to die for.

For further details, speak to Ascalon at the Old Gatzliman Coffee House.

Printed in the small ads pages of the Etzeki Kazetari, Chalsardas

The Commonwealth of Chalsardu

Golden Company Opens Official Branch in Chalsardu

Yesterday, in a continued expansion of their business operations across the globe, the Golden Company opened the headquarters of their Chalsardu branch. Occupying the former Anansi buildings in the Upper Banks neighbourhood of Euskara, the unveiling ceremony was presided over by Aulonas Kamateros, Mayor of Euskara, accompanied by many other movers and shakers in the Bostra-Euskara business community.

The Golden Company, originally of Nemadon, is one of the world’s few truly international organisations, with full subsidiaries in twelve countries and business dealings in many more. In addition to its subsidiaries, it also manages a network of island entrepôts across the globe, and has stakes in almost every industry under sun, ranging from insurance to security, from tobacco to reprimerium. Even in countries where it does not have a full subsidiary its business often operates, in competition with both local businesses and other conglomerates such as Minon Trading.

The opening of a Golden Company subsidiary in Chalsardu is a major step for the organisation’s business operations in the Commonwealth, no longer needing to report all dealings directly back to Nemadon. It is a sign of the Company’s confidence in its own resources that it has opted to invest so heavily in one of the most competitive markets in the world, and that flood of international money will likely soon make itself felt.

Originally printed in Efimeridia Munduko, Bostra-Euskara


I think therefore I am.

The Federal Republic of Messaria

(I was heavily inspired by The Shining when I wrote this.)

The wind was blowing, and hard. Unrelenting, cruel, cold gusts furiously roared outside the small house's windows, occasionally rattling the building's window panes. The snow was falling down so thick that you could barely see your hand if you were to fully extend your arm and position it in front of your face. Such was Dringa's climate. Most folks who lived in the state had gotten used to the cold; it was a life or death scenario. You froze or you didn't. The spring thaw was short-lived, and almost as soon as it was time, the skies opened up and cold, white flakes of snow started falling once again. In any case, the little house offered warmth and a break from the bone-chilling weather.

The house was home to a grumpy old man, about 50 or so. His name was Wencil, a human. He'd come to the frozen hellscape years ago, back when Messaria sent settlers to the dark frontier of Umbra, back before Vrathiir was a thing. He and dozens of others had come under some noble by the name of Malch von Malinhou. When their ships reached the shore, all seemed truly glorious indeed. But then Malch up and died a month later, mauled by a bear on a hunting trip. To date, no one had managed to kill that bear, and not many people tried. Wencil tried, though. Every spring he'd go up to Mount Scoyn and try and find the bear. He never saw it though. That beast proved too elusive for even the great hunter, Wencil of Trommen.

Wencil was enjoying the little fire he'd built, and was now roasting a large hunk of a great elk over it. The smell was intoxicating, only making his hunger greater. Suddenly, he heard three quick knocks on the door. Strange. He hadn't been expecting anyone, and he doubted any of Trommen's residents would take time out of their day to go visit the grouchy old village huntsman, but he opened the door nonetheless.

He was greeted by three soldiers, two murus, one human. "Master huntsman." Said the first soldier, pushing up the visor of his Sallet. "As you are aware, you're rather isolated from the village. Not by much, but enough to... pose a slight danger. It would appear that a killer's running loose on this bitter cold night."

"A killer?" Wencil said, not entirely believing the soldier's words. "Yes, a killer. The quarry's foreman and his family are all dead. Met a rather grisly end." This concerned Wencil. He'd visited the foreman's residence earlier that day to drop off a fine new hunting bow. The foreman's wife even invited him in for some soup. The foreman's residence was also a little ways out from the village, around the same distance as Wencil's own home. "They took an ax from around the back and butchered 'em like pigs. Not fun at all." Said another soldier. His comrade elbowed him in his ribs, giving him a look that said 'now's not the time'. The soldier got the message. Wencil was speechless.

"Well, we'll leave you to it. Sorry for the disturbance." Said a soldier, and the band mounted their steeds and rode off. Wencil was still processing all this as he watched them go. For the first time in his adult life, he was actually scared. However, the man still had a hard time believing the soldiers' words. The foreman was a burly man. Strong, hulking. He towered over others in the village. Whenever Jakob the Innkeeper hosted fights in the town square, the Foreman almost always took the first prize. In short, he was not an easy man to best in feats of martial strength. Perhaps he'd been sleeping when he'd been killed. Wencil would have to go see the Foreman's house for himself.

Upon arriving at the secluded residence, the hunter immediately saw signs of struggle. For one, the windows of the house were shattered, the shutters off their hinges. Secondly, there were visible blood stains trailing into the house. Tracing the blood stains back to their origin, Wencil could see two small lumps in the snowy blanket that coated the area. Dismounting from his horse, Wencil trudged over to the lumps and brushed away some snow. The lumps were in fact the Foreman's guard dogs. It was a sad sight, to say the least.

Trudging away from the dogs, Wencil mentally prepared himself for what he might see upon entering the house. Fully opening the already somewhat opened door, Wencil dared to look inside. What he saw was truly grotesque. Before him lay the body of the Foreman, half-buried in a heap of snow. His face was permanently stuck in a twisted expression, his mouth agape in a distressed frown, his eyes squinting but not seeing. His arms were also frozen, extending out as if he was in a fight, his hands clamped into fists. Towards the back of the house, there was another heap of snow. However, Wencil knew what would be under that one, and the thought horrified him. He'd look no further. It was time to go home.

The Republic of Calmut

Ooooh noooo!, A raiiiiideeer!

The Republic of Calmut

I love you

The Most Strange Republic of Emily Kane

Just for Valentine's day

Post by Evil Cub suppressed by 3XH181T B.

The Super Kawaii Wolfchild of Evil Cub

this looks like a raid which is good but also this looks like bird people and i dont like birds but they look gold and i dont think gold birds can be alive and i like dead birds especially when they are edible but these dont look edible but thats okay because this is a RAID AROOO*yelp* and raids are good

hi there weird gold bird did you raid any food especially meat

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