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    Merry Christmas, everyone!
  2. 10 points
    This is another snapshot into the civilian lives of Rhodellian citizens. This one specifically focuses on five mostly working-class university students studying in Gottesberg, the capital city, in the Rhodellian state of Königsheim. In contrast, the previous one I wrote was about two people from the Rhodellian state of Janbourg visiting Gottesberg to spectate Militärfestival 2018. In this sample RP, the five students are starting their long commute across and out of the capital to reach a popular campsite located in the countryside. Do note that they're not necessarily speaking English. I'm just choosing to translate them like this to better communicate intent and the variety of styles of speech between the urban working classes. Gottesberg, Rhodellia It was the early hours of the morning. The sky was still dark with the sun only starting to peak over the glass and concrete skyline. To the convenience of five university-age students - four boys and one girl - hauling carbines, tactical load bearing vests, and assault packs, most commuters had yet to start their morning rush hour. Most people out on the streets this early were local servicemen and women performing independent morning PT on their own. Besides them were the "early bird" commuters who either dreaded claustrophobia or had to travel to an opposite end of the city for work. And so, the Gottesberg Underground station “Lettow-Vorbeck” was nowhere near as packed as usual; they saw only a couple dozen or so early birds queuing up at the ticket barriers, with about a dozen more lining up at the self-service ticket machines and tills. It didn’t take too long for the group to get their tickets, pass through the ticket barriers, descend a long escalator towards the Fegelein Line, and reach Platform 3 early enough to catch the next Northbound train. The group leader, Edward, glanced towards the electronic platform display. ‘ETA for the 0530 train is four minutes’. His friends moved from close behind. They weaved in between other commuters, and apologised to the odd few they'd accidentally whack with their assault packs. After navigating halfway down the platform, they found an empty row of metal seats. ‘At least this bench is empty. Guys, let's set down our stuff over here while we wait.’ ‘Noice.’ Decker took off his assault pack, tucked his rifle between his knees, and sat back on an end chair. The rest filled up the other spaces. ‘Ay. Jonas, Emil.’ ‘Yeh cuz?’ Jonas nodded up and nudged Emil. ‘I’m bored. Let’s play a game.’ ‘Sure, mate.’ Decker leaned towards them. ‘Listen up: Erika Wittman, Aloysia Kalss, and Emilia Seibold. F*ck, Marry, Kill?’ Jonas rubbed his chin at an advertisement on an opposite platform: it marketed four-eyed “Generation 4” night vision goggles (which looked very similar to the ones worn by the Rhodellian commandos who, only a few days prior, cleared an entire Separatist command bunker to assassinate a high-ranking tribal Separatist leader in Nordwalde). Emil scratched the back of his head. Alice glanced up from her smartphone and gave the others a repulsed look. Jonas spoke up first. ‘Aight, so I’d f*ck Erika, marry Emilia, and kill Aloysia. Erika got that “back” you know what I mean? I’d bang her so hard, yeh, that we’d come up on the Richter scale.’ ‘Ah, I see you’re a man of culture as well.’ Edward pitched in ‘I still think Aloysia’s an underrated Panzerfahren ace though. I’d personally marry her instead of Emilia.’ Emil shook his head to Jonas, laughing. ‘You do realise that Erika’s 16 and you’re 21, you utter nonce.’ ‘Yeah but she’s still perfectly legal according to both state and national laws, mate!’ ‘There’s still a five-year age difference between you both, so you’re still a flipping nonce.’ ‘You for real bruv? You telling me that if a peng bird like her walked up to you and started chirpsing, you’d pass her up? About time you came outta the closet you massive homo.’ ‘Mate I’m as straight as a ruler!’ ‘A bendy one.’ Edward applauded. ‘Congratulations Emil. You played yourself! Of all the things you could’ve replied with…’ he clapped even harder ‘...you just had to pick the one even secondary schoolers are smart enough to avoid!’ ‘Well done fam.’ Decker chuckled ‘Aight, I reckon we oughta change games now.’ ‘Aw why man?’ Emil asked ‘I was just about to say mine. It's jokes!’ ‘Trust fam I wanna hear it, but look at Alice. She’s well shook.’ he nodded towards Alice, who had somehow gotten up and moved away from the boys to an opposite row of seats (without anyone noticing to boot). Decker laughed ‘You alright there Alice?’ Alice took off an earphone, smiled, and looked up from her smartphone again. ‘You lot are disgusting pigs. Honestly, yeh, I'm having second thoughts going camping with you!’ Edward replied. ‘You’ll be alright Alice. Just sleep with your back to the tent wall!’ ‘F*ck’s sake.’ Alice simply laughed and went back to scrolling on her phone screen. Decker turned back to Emil. ‘Ayo Emil, since you wanna say something so bad… Here’s one for you: Bait out the biggest sket you know. Full name, address, phone number, credit card details, social security number, all that shit ya get me fam?’ ‘Bruh. Bait-out vids have been rinsed for years.’ ‘Innit cuz.’ added Jonas ‘We be living in 2018 now, not 2016 you prehistoric caveman.’ ‘C’mon man just do it. Do it for the bants.’ Decker slapped his hands together, and pleaded. ‘For the bants?’ Emil paused ‘Alright then so… biggest sket I know, yeh? Initials Anton and Richard.’ ‘A.R…’ Decker pondered ‘Ain’t that your ex from college?’ Emil shook his head. ‘Nah mate. This’ a different one.’ ‘Noice! What ‘bout the rest doe?’ ‘Ha ha! Naaaaw, man.’ ‘Why not my man?’ ‘That’s bare deep bruv I can’t bait that out!’ Jonas joined. ‘You’re well dry you know that bruv? Help a mandem out. At least tell us her Insta.’ Emil nodded. ‘Alright I can least show you that.’ ‘We’re just having a laugh my bruddah!’ Decker chuckled ‘So what’s she like?’ Spill the beans!' Emil took a deep breath ‘Aight yeh... so this girl’s a proper sket, like… On the real, she bangs like ten boys a week bareback.’ ‘Bruh that’s grim.’ Decker’s jaw dropped 'She be spreading STIs like it's Plague Inc.!' ‘It’s absolutely flippin’ disgusting, yeh. Back in July, I went skiing with her in Gottesthal. Our entire hotel was proper dyin’ of herpes cos’a her I swear down.’ ‘Then why ain’t you dead cuz?’ ‘Man’s smart and wears protection innit.’ Emil knocked on the plate carrier he wore over his shirt. Jonas leaned in again. ‘Oi. What’s her post code? Ya boy’s getting a medical discharge tonight!’ ‘From spitting bars to spitting blood. Bloody hell Jonas that’d be one hell of a career path.’ ‘To be fair though, with her body count, this Bad B probs knows how to have a banging time. Man don’t care if he gets mega-chlamydia. Allow “Taps”. Play “No Regrets” and sick beats at my funeral!’ ‘Oh my days fam… You’re well thirsty you know that?’ ‘Yeh and?’ ‘Heh, you’re an absolutely disgusting degenerate Jonas.’ Edward chuckled towards the electronic platform display ‘Yeh and?’ Jonas repeated. The rest were still too busy laughing to say anything back (with the sole exception of Alice, who remained silent). ‘That’s what I thought.’ The subway train rolled into the station. The group stood up from their seats, strapped on their assault packs, and picked up their rifles. Edward beckoned the others over to his position. ‘Alright boys let’s cut the meme’ing.’ He watched the lights of the forward-most carriages whizz past. ‘Oh look, they’re pretty empty.’ ‘It’s five in the morning mate of course they’re all empty.’ Emil patted him on the shoulder. A carriage door stopped directly in front of them. ‘Calculated.’ grinned Edward. The glass safety barrier and carriage doors beeped and automatically slid open. The group strolled right on through, followed in by other fellow commuters. There weren’t a lot of others in the carriage. Among the more conspicuous were three builders wearing orange high-vis PPE and white hardhats. Chatting to them were five soldiers wearing full battle dress, kevlars included. The soldiers seemed to be complaining about how their unit's not getting deployed to Nordwalde, and how they didn't get to spend their Christmas season smoking some uppity tribesmen in the face for disrespecting their country. The builders expressed similar sentiments, stressing above all that if only they knew Nordwalde would blow up again so soon they'd have re-enlisted as combat engineers instead of becoming civilian contractors. Elsewhere in the carriage were three secondary school-age kids showing off their rifles, bragging about their shot groupings in school, and whose family members had the coolest MOS. A couple of foreign tourists were also in the same carriage and in some of the others. The tourists appeared to keep to themselves, probably intimidated by the fact that practically every Rhodellian chooses to carry either a gun, knife, or most likely both on their person at all times. Decker unstrapped his assault pack and took his seat, followed by Alice, Jonas, and Emil. Decker looked up at Edward, who was still wearing his assault pack and preferring to stand. ‘Oi Ed, so how 're we getting to the campsite again?’ 'Let me check...’ Edward opened up his smartphone. He managed to connect to the Underground station’s free Wifi and search up his route just as the train was departing into a tunnel ‘So… Going over our route again… We’ve got five stops left on the Underground.’ he pointed up at the Underground map for the Fegelein line ‘We’re changing at Wilhelm II Station. From there, we’re taking Maglev train to Manstein Park station. Using the Guderian Line, that is.’ ‘Guderian Line? I swear if we're going to Manstein Park it’s faster to take the Ludendorff Line.’ ‘About that…’ Alice looked up from her phone again ‘I already said it on the group chat, but umm... there’s basically massive railworks going on there until February.’ Edward nodded. ‘Yeah. But who knows? Maybe if there aren’t any scheduled delays on the Ludendorff Line’s timetable we can take that line instead. Alice, go search up "Ludendorff Maglev Line delays" when you connect to the station Wifi at our next stop’ ‘Sure thing Edward.’ Alice went back to her phone. Decker nodded a few times. ‘Aight that’s safe. What time's our train?’ ‘Yeah, so if we’re still taking the Guderian Line… when we get to Wilhelm II station we’ll need to take the 0600 train on Platform 4.’ ‘0600?’ Decker stretched his legs ‘Mate, we’re legit gonna have to pace it.’ ‘Mhm.’ Edward agreed ‘Good thing we’ve never skipped leg day.’ ‘Yeah it’s chill bruv. We’re all gym lads. Man’s never got a failing PT score in secondary school or college. I ain’t mucking up my record now ya get me?’ ‘I haven't suffered the disgrace of failing PT scores either. So yeah, when we get to Manstein Park we’ll be changing again onto the GNR high-speed train going north…’ Edward paused ‘Hey Alice?’ ‘Yeah?’ Alice looked up ‘Where are we getting off on the high-speed train? Closest stop to Carius National Park. Preferably with a bus station directly going to our campsite’ Decker seconded that. ‘Yeah. Allow having to haul this gear all the way. I already did my Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Platinum Duke of Edinburg awards in school. Doing a fifth one would be bare effort.’ ‘Hm…’ Alice recalled her memories ‘I think that would be Macharius station. That’s where my brother and his mates got off when they went camping last November.’ ‘Alright. Macharius station it is. Cheers Alice.' Emil looked up from his seat, seeming a tad concerned. ‘Yo, Ed. You know Carius National Park? Bruh I swear it used to be like, an actual military training ground. My dad was in the 12th Panzer Division, and his unit used to train there a lot. The place must be radioactive as hell with all the depleted uranium lying about.’ Alice looked up from her phone again. ‘Emil. Uranium-238’s got a really long half-life. We're talking billions of years. I remember, like, in secondary school... our teachers taught us that the main risk from depleted uranium munitions comes from alpha particles. Those don’t go through our skin or our clothes. They don’t travel far through air either.’ ‘So... that means we should be good for the most part, right?’ Emil asked. ‘Yeah.’ Alice nodded‘The government’s also done a lot of cleaning up over there before opening it up to the public. The background radiation, for the most part, shouldn’t be much higher than normal. Do you honestly think they’d screw us over like that?’ ‘Well, our government’s actually not retarded, so... that’s fair enough.’ Emil gave a thumbs up. Edward spoke up. ‘Okay, so here’s what we’ll do… Just to be safe, we’ll avoid anything that looks like a crater made by a 120-millimetre tank gun. Also, keep your Geiger counters on around sites where depleted uranium's known to have been used. Use your mobile data to brush up on their locations in the field if you have to. Pay attention to any warning signs of radioactive or chemical contamination. That way, none of us ends up with Leukaemia like those tourists who ignored all of the signs last year.' ‘That’s safe bruv.’ nodded Jonas, who was fiddling around with his rifle’s optics ‘Oi. Do you reckon the campsite has its own KD range? My new ACOG came in yesterday so I gotta zero it.’ ‘It probably does.’ Edward shrugged ‘I mean, every other campsite we’ve been to had its own KD range, and the one we’re going to was a former military training ground. It’d be a damn crime it didn’t have a KD range’ Decker whistled. ‘Ay mandems. Speaking of crimes…’ he gestured towards the group of three kids they spotted earlier. ‘What is that? What the f*ck is that?’ ‘What…?’ Edward squinted at the group of kids ‘I don’t get it. What’s wro-oh… Yeah, now I see it. Damn...’ Nothing about the kids themselves was out of the ordinary: they looked like the kind of kids that went plinking with friends in the day, played street football or basketball in the evening, and online battle royales at night. The problem lay with their straps: they had so many attachments decorating their rifles that the weapons systems looked as if they were 3D-printed straight out of a video game. ‘Bloody hell…’ Emil rubbed his eyes ‘On the real though, do they honestly think they look allie putting 30 pounds of shit on a 9 pound service rifle?’ ‘They must think they’re hardmen.’ Jonas looked up briefly before going back to servicing his own rifle ‘Kids these days think they’re so allie with their “Tacticool” mall ninja gear. I swear down. It’s flipping annoying.’ ‘Like you can talk fam.’ Decker chuckled ‘Let’s not forget, right, how you also went through a “Tacticool” phase back in secondary. Shit was bloody hilarious. I swear, yeh, you woulda slapped a thermal scope onto a bayonet if your mum gave you the pocket money’ Jonas laughed. ‘Man’s a big boy now, innit. I ain’t about that mall ninja shit anymore. Besides though… 50 metres, 100 metres, 200 metres, 300 metres... I scored higher than you in all my Marksmanship exams, and everyone had to use iron sights for those.’ ‘Ah, shut up fam. At least I actually came first in our area’s Schützenfest last year!’ ‘Bruh, that’s cos you bare sweated it that time around. Nearly every day after lectures, yeh, you’d DM me saying “Oi come outside fam let’s go to the range” and I’d be like “Nah mate. Man's got exams to study for innit”. You are a proper tryhard.’ ‘Gotta do my duty to Rhodellia, ya get me mandem? Moment I start National Service, yeh, I be flexin' on the other crows with my rifle game. Big man ting.'
  3. 9 points
    MIYAKO 2019 SUMMER OLYMPICS BID Kipan is a balance of traditional custom and modernity, held together by the dynamic people who inhabit these islands. They have been inhabited for as long as there has been recorded history first under the long reigns of the former Emperors and now, under the Republic. Since the Udo Transformation during the mid-1850s, Kipan has rapidly evolved becoming one of the most populous and technologically innovative in the world. Under the wise guidance of our first President, Kazuo Yamazaki, alongside the Kipanese Olympic Committee and the various chief executives of the Big Ten corporations, we hereby submit Miyako's bid for the upcoming Olympiad for consideration. Miyako: The Capital Miyako prior to 1854 was nothing more than a humble fishing community on the bay of the same name. Then under Emperor Udo, he proclaimed it the new capital of the then-Empire, and today, the national capital. It is home to over 12.5 million people. Being the most important urban area in the State means that it has an extensive public transportation system (both run by the State and by a range of private operators backed by the major megacorporations). It is dense, the skyline dominated by the tall apartment and commercial towers. The city itself is broken into 40 Prefectures: Shintoko is the central business district and heart of the Kipanese economy. It is currently going through a 32 billion Ken redevelopment, opening up nearly 6 million square feet of office space and over 57,000 units of housing. The city hosts a football stadium for the local club which plays in the premier K-1 league as well as two baseball stadiums - one for the Dragons and the other for the Giants. Given its location on the water, it is more than capable to accommodate many of the designated water sports. The Miyako Metropolitan Corporation has designated plentiful land to the west of Shintoko for required venues including the Olympic Stadium, Aquatic Center, Gymnastics Center, and other premier competitive sports. Miyako will utilize many university facilities to minimize the need to overbuild for the games. The MMC, Kipanese State Railways, and relevant Prefectures (in coordination with the State and Olympic Committee) will ensure the facilities are given sufficient transportation. Vision Our vision for the games are simple: bring people together in the name of sport, unity, and peace. Kipan has gone through a period of rapid transformation, on a scale unseen since the Udo Period. We want to give the nations of the world an opportunity to see the wonders of Kipan, give them a chance to see how far we've come and begin building long-lasting ties with the global community. We may have a stigma that we are homogenous in culture and not as multicultural as our neighbors to the north in the Sunset Sea but we believe we will prove everyone wrong. Not to mention that we will be able to further convey to the international community that we are peaceful and have no delusions of grandiose imperialism, a mindset we've thrown out since the end of the Thalassan War. Game Design Concerning the design of these games, we intend to construct the buildings and provide the general uniform concept with the overarching principles of harmony and balance - two beliefs that stem from our spiritualism from long ago, though practiced still by a small minority today. Our own athletes will be wearing traditional clothing designs of the Mito Period with an ancient Achuran symbol of peace integrated. Logistics As with any major sporting event, flawless operational procedures and logistics are required. For optimal weather, we strongly recommend that the games take place in late June into early July as this segment of the calendar has been very good according to the trends over the last fifteen years. As discussed previously, Miyako has an extensive public transportation system which carries over 7 million a day. Due to the increased crowds, the State Railways will immediately invest over 2.1 billion Ken into additional services to provide more capacity on the busiest lines and more than 1.5 billion Ken on a new branch line to the Olympic District. Miyako is a major business hub and has many hotels for all income levels but like many cities around the world, has a severe housing shortage. To house the athletes, the new district will have 21,000 units of housing - with easy reach of the stadiums and arenas in the district. The Metropolitan Corporation has made it very clear that it would not construct any roads specific to Olympic traffic but will work with the traffic division to ensure that the road network can provide adequate accomodate to such movement within the city while not impacting others too much. An international broadcasting center will be temporarily established within the District through prefabrication. Such methods will also be used in the athlete village. Despite the peaceful transition from Imperial to Republican rule, crime does not simply vanish. It is no secret that Kipan isn't as 'safe' as the Sunset Sea Islands. However, steps are being taken to increase police numbers within the National Police to 100,000 officers ahead of the games. Such numbers would remain constant following the completion of the competition. The District will be provided with utilities as needed from the national grid network. To help with the games, up to 35,000 volunteers will be recruited to participate not just in the Opening and Closing Ceremonies but to provide guidance to attendees and work with relevant work crews in maintaining the grounds and facilities. The Legacy For the Kipanese Islands, these games would mark yet another milestone in our transformation and embrace amongst the myriad nation-states of the world. Through harmony and sport, we can all come together to see the best in each and every one of us. The Kipanese people themselves would see this a chance to show the world the power of purity and balance. That peace is more than important than taking up the sword and attacking their neighbor with it. Regarding its impact upon the city, Miyako has always been a vibrant city and these games will further enhance and broaden the cultural influences throughout the city, giving individuals to see other cultures and learn from one another. The built environment will see further and potentially needed mass transport to be constructed and provided as well as aiding in helping the capital's housing crisis.
  4. 9 points
    The Sanctum Imperium Catholicum, Home of the Papacy The largest nation in Marenesia, the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum, or in short-name Salvia, is home to 23 million people. Originating from local tribes who formed an imperium over the millennium, Salvia has developed a rich culture entered around the faith of Catholicism and its founder, Jesus Christ. The population is spread out rather evenly, however are more located in the four larger cities on the coast, preserving much of the natural beauty out west and on inhabitated strips of coast. With a rich history and unique culture, the nation has become a tourist destination for decades. St. Paul’s The third largest city in Salvia, St. Paul’s is located on the small Leolian Island to the south of the mainland. The city is located on the western coast and extends to the smaller Tiglian Island, which is home to the local professional rugby team’s stadium as well as other athletic facilities. Densely populated, the city is also home to a cutting-edge transportation system due to government and private funding, with the city being the hub of the Salvian Stock Exchange and the center of the recent national economic boom. Both islands are fit for the competitions, featuring islands of coasts and many already present athletic facilities that can be used. Besides the competitions, with the nation already fit for tourists, visitors can experience the Salvian way of life, food, art, and experience the rich history and culture of the island nation. St. Paul’s Vision The central focus point of the Olympic Games are those of St. Paul, of which the city bears his name. The emblem represents the three characteristics that are wished to be imparted on the international audience as well as the athletes that are participating. The characters it’s of peace, purity, and courage are essential in today’s world. The white for purity, not just physically but also morally and logically. Courage, for the leaders and the led, to be able to stand up for others and for oneself. And the dove, for peace, to illustrate that peace is required and necessary for the best society. While the athletic games are certainly competitions and feats of impressive value, the main goal of the games is to encourage and promote these three ideals that are sorely absent from our world. Design and Inspiration For All The design for this Olympiad should inspire all three values within the athletes and the audience. As such, much of the graphics are to feature the red and white dove, with athletes wearing their own national uniform with some modifications, chiefly being a large diagonal line separating to sections, one of the national flag and the other of white, accompanied by the emblem of the Olympiad. The national flag to symbolize our differences and the courage needed to defend oneself while the white and emblem will provide a uniform look, with the white representing both peace and purity. Logistics and Dates With Salvia’s location just south of the equator, the tropical climate is best experienced sometime in autumn (March-May) or the winter (June-August). These seasons avoid the extreme temperatures of the summer but are still warm to enjoy the weather and the games. The already adept transportation system is capable to accomadte the many tourists that visit, and with private and government investment on the rise, the public infrastructure can easily keep up with the demand. The benefits of already being a tourist spot don’t stop there, though. St. Paul’s is also home to many hotels and facilities, athletic and public, that are ready for use and able to accomadate the increase in users during the Olympics. Foreign news agencies can be provided further resources upon requests in advance. With an already low crime rate, security for the Olympics would be able to counteract against any threats and will easily ensure the safety of all guests, foreign or domestic. Security would be provided through a combination of the nation’s own National Guard and private companies. The Legacy of the Olympiad The legacy of this Olympiad will span over many people of many generations. For foreign obeservors, it will show them the three characteristics previously described- peace, purity, and courage. For native Salvians, the impact will be felt even more. It will signify Salvia’s advancement to the front stage while also providing inspiration to the international audience to show peace, to be pure, and to be courageous. The Olympiad has a good home in the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum.
  5. 8 points
    The Eurth Olympics Summer 2019 - BIDDING The International Eurth Olympics Committee (IEOC) is formally announcing that is looking for potential hosts for the upcoming Olympiad that will occur in the Summer of 2019. The Committee is committed to making this the greatest assemblage of athletes the world has ever seen. It is our intention to get this process underway as soon as possible to give all potential hosts time to prepare their bids and have them be put up to a vote as early as possible so that all the required arrangements are made in a timely manner ahead of the games themselves. Proposal submissions will commence today and end January 10th. At that time, all the prospective hosts will be put up to vote, by secret ballot, which will last 7 days. The official host will be announced January 17th. Bids should include the following information: Brief Description of your country. Which city will host the games (including a description of the city, anything you think the committee would find useful to have on-hand, essentially boost the city, it is important to know how hosting the games in this city is part of a long-term planning future for the municipality? What is the transportation situation in the city currently). Their vision for the games. Their design concept for the games Game operations (date for the games, sports venues, transportation, utilities, media facilities, accommodations, security) What legacy the games will leave for their city and nation. The following sports will be part of the games: Athletics Swimming Diving Artistic Swimming Water Polo Basketball Baseball Canoeing/Kayaking Cycling Gymnastics (artistic, trampoline, rhythmic) Volleyball Equestrian Wrestling Archery Badminton Boxing Fencing Field Hockey Football Golf Handball Martial Arts (Judo, Karate, Taekwondo) Pentathlon Rowing Rugby sevens Sailing Shooting Softball Sports climbing Surfing Table Tennis Tennis Triathlon Weightlifting
  6. 8 points
    Now that the SATAMFC and ANAFA League cups are behind us, I do want to run some smaller, more localized competitions over the next few months to build up to the next Nations Cup. Since the World Cup already happened this year, I do not envision (at least in my opinion) another one occurring until 2020. Since there was mixed involvement in writing for both cups (more so in ANAFA), it may be more prudent that I just run the tourneys and report the scores and group tables and people can then decide for themselves if they want to write given the provided information. Doing this would give enough information to begin constructing a proper global ranking to determine participants in the Nations and down the road, World Cup. How I see this happening: Aurelian Cup Alharun Championship Gold Cup of Islands (Marenesia/Thalassa) Argic Cup Europan Continental Cup Thoughts, comments? P.S. I am happy to continue running the competitions with the used scoring tool and updating the information via iiwiki and on here in light of the impending drop in activity on my own end.
  7. 8 points
    The snow fell in thick and heavy sheets over Bilehora, blanketing the capital city in a cold white that offset its stone buildings with a simple and gentle sheen. Even under the weather, the great capital did not lay quiet, every street bustling with the activity of a country hard at work. For that day was not any ordinary day. The white cliffs did not lay quiet, they could not afford to lay quiet. One of the greatest meetings in Aurelian history had just drawn to a close in the jungles of the Rihannsu, and the treaties signed in pen were to be consummated by the dance and by the firelight of Bilehora’s greatest hall. There was something dark and calming about the empty streets, gently dusted with snow, prepared for the path of the foreign visitors. As they drove by, far from the sunny fields of their homelands, the terrible weather and resolution of the guards and citizens they encountered must have surprised them. Their exact thoughts are lost to the depths of time, but their path continued, bringing them up closer and closer towards the cliffs’ peaks, standing proudly some distance from the coast. The convoy of armored vehicles carried on, taking a sharp right turn to ascend, upwards- along the same paths centuries of horses, carriages, and couriers had once tread. The view became breathtaking, prompting thought on what it perhaps may have been like if the weather were not so terrible. It took several minutes before the cars came to a stop outside. The guests were escorted out in all their finery, and brought into the hall, where a sizeable component of the Kirvinska nobility became apparent, having arrived several hours previous so as to clear up extra space for their newfound companions. The Rihannsu were the first into the building, followed by the much leaner Shffahkian delegation- and at the tail end, three lonely visitors from a still obscure country, content to make themselves at home beside the lesser nobility and not yet worry themselves with the affairs of the Continent. It is of these Rihannsu, of these Shffahkians, of these foreigners that we will primarily concern ourselves, for the affairs of the Kirvinska are known to themselves, their court being as open as it is. With all the court gathered, the Grand Duke made himself apparent- dressed richly, with a buttoned waistcoat that spoke strongly of two centuries ago. The crowd turned to regard him, and he clapped his hands once, twice, making himself apparent. He regarded very slowly the throng of people present, his gaze travelling through them. Before he paused again, it seemed to meet every single one of them, a weighty silence falling over the gathering. It was then that he began to speak. “Friends and neighbors, I welcome you on this auspicious day to Bílehora, to the White Mountain, to enjoy the finest my nation has to offer in honor of the diplomatic efforts of your own.” He glanced around again, far quicker this time. “It is with much joy that I announce this meeting. For in this meeting, centuries of Aurelian heartache are finally being put aside. We are all working, together, for a better continent. More than anything else, that is what those who have come here today should take home with them. No matter the resolutions that are reached, by secret counsel of a dance partner, or by the fireside, remember at least that.” He gave a short smile. “Remember that we have come here, for the first time in hundreds of years, in brotherhood. The Aurelian nations, united for a day, if only in dance. With that in mind, I must move on to, of course, welcoming our guests. That is, those who have taken it upon themselves to arrive for this promising first day. You have my profound and sincere thanks.” He shifted, moving a page on the lectern. “I must welcome first the Rihannsu- our ancient allies on this continent. Surely these halls are no stranger to them, and surely neither is their longing for the richness of their home.” He smiled again, just a moment. Perhaps it was a little bit of a smirk. “However, what makes this day quite special is the fact that a new generation of Rihannsu are making their first trip to the Cape. Such ambitious men and women as their Praetor of recent years, the honorable Terix, and his administration- I can not resist naming a few notables. Allow me to extend an extra mention to the far-traveled Senator Charvanek, and her husband, Senator Darok, and his wife- and as well, the General Morror Kassus, and his adjutant, one Seranne Varak. General, I am afraid that you will find us a nation of seafarers- but I hope that whatever you came here to seek, you will find.” He shifted a little bit again, swapping pages. “With the Rihannsu welcome concluded, I may now greet the Shffahkians. There is no reconcilation more historic and profound than our own. No meeting of enemies, become friends, that has left such a mark on our continent. So I welcome you, too, under these lights, to the White Mountain. It is my hope that conversations here are made which further solidify and expand on our nascent friendship, and that the opportunity to prove our bond comes soon.” He switched pages again. “From Shffahkia I will extend a personal welcome solely to their President, Sera Adélaïde Larue, who has taken a great political risk by travelling here to greet us as a friend.” He looked around. “We could all learn a little bit from this willingness to take chances for the betterment of our nation, could we not? And, of course, I must also welcome our island friends, the Oyusards- there will be no lengthy mention of reconciliation for them, however, since we have enjoyed cordial relations for four hundred years now.” He now set aside the papers, done with the pre-planned opening. “Ladies and gentlemen, there are all forms of entertainment- there is drink, there is food, there is plenty of space to dance should you wish- and, of course, there will soon be fights for your entertainment. The finest brothers and sisters of the sword will duel for gold and for their honor on the hallowed sand, as my ancestors spoke many years ago when establishing this hall for the first time. It is on that note that I bid you all a good evening- and great joy during these festivities!” He backed off from the lectern, retreating into the shadows of the raised room set behind him. Each guest began to mill about, most with a pre-planned destination in mind, some without. It was the Praetor who found himself with the most prominent goal, making his way decidedly through the crowd and brushing aside requests for conversation. He arrived rather quickly at the foot of the hall’s grand stairwell, leading up. The two guards at the bottom wheeled, one to either side, to allow him passage, and he was able to travel to the second story with little difficulty. Once there, he found a curious sight- three long couches, arranged in Tagmatine fashion, so that the one who sat could recline. In the center of the three, there was a grand map of the Aurelian continent on a spinning table, as well as other important documents slated to be discussed. The room was remarkably empty of a guard or servant presence, simply one of the former and one of the latter. The Grand Duke, as expected, sat, reclining at the far side of the room. He acknowledged his important guest with a simply nod, and motioned to either one of the other two seats. “The Shffahkian is late! So you may have your pick, not that it especially matters which you prefer.” He demonstrated this by spinning the table gently. “I am sure there is much for us to speak of, but it would be best if we waited just a minute for her to come… I am sure it will not take too long, what with the layout of the hall. Perhaps she has made the mistake of being willing to answer to the press on the way up here.” He mused a moment. “No matter. She will be along, I assure you. Make yourself comfortable, food will be on the way shortly- and then we may begin to speak of the heart of the matters which assail us.” The Duke seemed oddly tired, considering the considerable expense and worry that had gone into the design of these festivities. Even moreso, considering he could not see them from his seat, and had to content himself with just the thought that they were proceeding properly. The Senator Charvanek smiled slightly, content with the fact that she had been introduced specially, though chafing under the idea that her name had come -after- Terix’s, as always. Her expression stiffened into a frown, and she decidedly wheeled about to find her way into an important crowd, her husband stumbling to keep up with her. She quickly stepped her way to what seemed like a group of middle-aged men of some wealth standing in a circle, chattering quite quickly in Kirvinska. Though she could not easily make out the words, her approach caused them to slow down in their discussion and part to make a space in the circle for her. Motioning her in, the most senior among them took it upon himself to greet her personally- “My most sincere greetings, Sera Charvanek. I hope your trip has been quite alright, hm?” The jovial-looking old man smiled a little bit. “I welcome you to the White Mountain! My friends and I are a lot of romantics, we are, we’re simply discussing the root and legend of our people, our nation. And our destiny, to take back the Batreasca and create once again a unified Kirvina. A country for all Kirvinska people. A beautiful legend, isn’t it? Come- come! Drink.” He filled a cup of wine, almost pressing it into the slightly stunned woman’s hand. “Your people are no stranger to expansion either, haha!” He belted a laugh, looking to one of his compatriots, who nodded in agreement. The same man cut in, bearing himself a much more subtle and quiet voice, which stung slightly of a soft distaste. “We would love to hear what you have to say, Sera Charvanek. Do make a little room for your husband … the night is long, and I am sure there is a lot to speak of.” He chuckled, quietly. “Forgive my friend. But we are all a little ambitious on this day, as I am sure you could understand, being as you are.” Darok, the other powerful Rihannsu senator present, had kept an eye out and stayed in place for around a minute. Spying the fate of his compatriot, to be consigned to a discussion on the destinies of nations with a gaggle of moderately alcoholic Counts, he determined to wheel out of the way of such an end to his evening and instead make his way to a more… sober crowd. After several minutes of strategic listening- strategic listening that made him seem quite the fool, head softly bowed by gatherings of other people without daring to join in- he found a group that he could stand to join, and roughly sidled his way into their circle without being called in. Here, too, there seemed a leader, and he cleared his throat. “Good evening, Serem Darok… I see that you have made yourself quite… amused, and that the festivities have had quite an… effect. On you… no matter.” This man was quite young, seeming twenty-something, with straight brown hair and sideburns. He seemed better suited to be an actor or a singer than- whatever he was, judging from appearance, but his deep and quietly tired voice did not suit such a role at all. “Janos H. Kalevaitis… I am the Duke of Ceara, and the man in charge of expansion of our government’s… naval and military industries, in preparation for… various actions, in light of our promising league and certain obligations that our dear Istvan bears… whatever you are here to discuss, I should hope that I prove, ah… helpful, yes.” He cleared his throat. “And no, I am not War Minister… but I am Minister for the Expansion of the War Ministry, and thus subordinate to him… I create new departments and… manufactories and such.” The man nodded. “You, Darok… I do not take you for a military man. You are a bureaucrat. That is fine, so am I… in a way. Make yourself known, I am sure we may speak of… matters in which our two nations may… aid each other, yes? I am listening…” The General Morror Kassus felt far more at home than either of the two scheming senators, the medals dangling off of his burly chest earning him many looks of admiration from the throng. It seemed almost to direct him, effortlessly and with many waves and raises of drinks, to the group of generals and admirals seated around a large table, drinking and speaking of their old tours of duty. Here there was no apparent leader, but several people spoke out to welcome him. “Come sit, fellow!” “There’s plenty’a space for ya’!” “Get this man a drink!” A similar hearty welcome was given to his second-in-command, who was sat quite comfortably right next to him. The two of them had full plates and drink slid in front of them, at which point a man bereft of his coat and vest but not his admiral’s cap raised his glass in toast. “To the Rihannsu!” The table raised their glasses in turn and belted out the same cheer. He turned to the pair with a smile. “Ah! So you’ve come to escape the papers and legalese of that crowd as well, I hope. Well, there are more military matters than we can count to speak of, so make yourself right at home. Including how our League is going to manage any shared military business.” He chuckled. “Word’s goin’ round that the Kirvinska navy’s boutta’ double, right boys?” The table gave another chuckle, though quite soft and reserved… but the man’s grin stayed. “Anything the Rihannsu are looking for, any aid you need, any advisors you need, allow me to proffer my services first by saying that we will almost certainly be ready to provide. A storm’s brewing on your eastern border, friend- who knows what lies In the Shadows?” The Shffahkian President had about as easy a time as Terix had, simply stalled for a few moments by the relentless barrage of the press, hungry for any information they could get about the gathering. They were only allowed in in limited numbers, but even this limited number congregated into a small blob, traveling around the dinner to interview those who signaled the okay. Even so, they were not especially welcome, gettng distasteful looks from all those who were not in the camera’s eye. Having escaped them, she found herself at the grand foot of the same marble stairwell, and a short number of steps later at its head. The other two leaders already reclining, she could scarcely mumble an apology before the Grand Duke waved his hand. “There is no need for that- I know how they are. Come, dear woman, and let us speak- there is much to be done tonight, and quickly, if we wish to catch even a hint of the festivities outside.” As she made her way to recline alongside the other two, the idea of what they were doing must have passed her mind- the three were reclined around a grand map of their continent, taking into purview all that lay before them the same way the Tagmatines had shown the first Kirvinska Duke more than a millennia and a half ago. The fate of the Aurelian continent was to hang in the balance, a continent that Adélaïde Larue loved dearly, and she would have to fight quite hard to pass any of her major (socialist) policies by the two reactionaries seated so closely across from her. She settled in, subtly, for a long knight of debate. The young Oyusard lady was not a major functionary, not a major diplomat, and not a military officer. Her name was Pania, and she was simply there to meet some people and enjoy the company of Aurelia’s most distinguished elite in the name of her nation. She padded softly towards the gathering of young fencers, their helmets in their laps, ready to spring into the fray. Their amicable chatting continued even as she came right in front of them, and they waved, collectively. They even made a spot for her, pulling her up further into the crowd, and putting her in between a dashing young soldier and another young, noble-seeming lady of similar age with her hair pulled up into an elaborate crown of braids. They both wore the dark armor of duelists, and seemed rather good-natured. The man on the left bowed, first, and then the lady to his right- they introduced themselves as “Palemon, Victor of Spars” (appended with ‘by that logic, you’re also Eater of Chickens, aren’t you, Pale’ by one of the other fencers) and “Anne vár Attre.” The man spoke up first. “We’re to be the first two to fight, you know? Annie here’s really got it out for me, I beat her a few w- “ He was interrupted by the blaring of the horn to announce the first fight, at which the two of them slided rapidly down through their companions, tugging on their helmets and buckling them. It took several moments for them to get down and clamber over to the right part of the hall, Anne running faster to reach the opposite side of the fighting area. They came onto the sand from opposing sides, bowing slowly to each others as their names were announced by the presiding referee. A small crowd had gathered to watch the battle, mostly Kirvinska, as it was their sport, and a soft wave of commentary began to wash through them. Certainly an interesting group of people to speak to, should any wish to join them. They paused for a few moments, facing each other, and their hands dropped to the hilts of their swords. When the order was given, they drew and approached each other, hands coming out so that their curved sabers crossed. On the count of ‘one-two-three’, they circled their wrists so that they crossed each others’ swords three times, and then began to back up, each one taking a moderate crouch. The man struck first, his elbow wheeling the weapon back in a curved and elaborate moulinet over his shoulder to barrel right for his opponent’s head. She shifted to one side, bringing her own weapon up to parry his away from her, and then rushed in for a slash across his chest. The two of them danced this way for upwards of a minute, prompting the crowd watching them to enlarge significantly now that the match was known to be even. The quiet violin music, the song of sword-fighting, and the soft chattering of a crowd with all to gain and all to lose. It would be a grand evening.
  8. 8 points
    OOC - Interesting choice of story line, but I too, am happy with this. Lays a good foundation for possible further RP with the other members.
  9. 8 points
    OOC: Nice writings @Rhodellia. This is different than your previous stories. Less meme, more story. The quality is certainly there. Nice writing.
  10. 7 points
    The armored limousine leaving KTIADecember 21st, 2018, 10:30, Motorway to Sunset City "Please, there is nothing to apologise for. Believe it or not, I too was young once. Also, if I may say so, this trip might be an excellent learning experience for You, Ambassador Lubis. I am glad Your trip was satisfactory, especially considering the distance between our two nations. Furthermore, the honour is mine, Kera. It is not only good behaviour to welcome new friends in the Radiant Republic, but also a pleasure." Although King Tomasso International was located on the outskirts of Sunset City, the drive to the city was relatively short, in part thanks to the well-maintained high-capacity motorway, in part thanks to the police bike motorcade escorting the limousine. As the vehicles approached the suburban districts of Sunset City, the motorway began to incline. The road passed above hundreds of newly built family homes. For the foreign emissaries, it must have been a strange sight. Although it was clearly evident, that these districts were for the wealthier members of society, most of the buildings were made out of fair-faced concrete. The rising popularity of new-age SSI Brutalism could not be denied. The guest could see electric cars parked on the sides of the road, charging from street lights. The integrated chargers were not the only curious thing about the lights, however. There were surveillance cameras right below every light source, enough to have a complete overview over the entire street, no, the entire street network. As the towering skyline of Sunset City slowly grew on the horizon, so did the density of surveillance cameras per area. Sunset City was a jungle of glass and concrete, housing tens of millions of inhabitants, several times as many as there were people in the entirety of @Oyus. The technological progress the nation made since the fall of Mat Troi Lan was undeniable. After the war, the Sunset Sea Islands were nothing but another source for cheap labour in Thalassa, with the added bonus of the stunning environment. The first foreign investors produced clothing and other textile goods that were cheaper to manufacture in the SSI than in their home countries. Over time, however, sometimes with, sometimes without the aid of foreign help, local inventors opened their own companies, relying on innovations to stay competitive on the international market. This mentality of always maintaining a bleeding edge in the fields of technology, innovation and business made the Sunset Sea Islands into the economic powerhouse it was today. What once was but a city of sewers and fishermen, now was one of, if not the most populous and technologically advanced city in the world. This was also apparent through minor details. For example, the limousine did not stop once throughout the whole journey, every traffic light it passed was green. The Synapse System, the infamous AI controlling not only the Sunset Sea Islands' surveillance mechanisms, but also the metropolitan public infrastructure, prioritised certain vehicles, for example, police cars, ambulances, fire engines and, of course, diplomatic and government vehicles. By skillfully controlling the city's traffic lights and calculating detours, the limousine's path was barrier-free, without interfering with the rest of the traffic in any noticeable way. There were many architectural wonders throughout the city. Over the course of the drive, the Prime Minister revealed herself to be a skilled tour guide, as she entertained the guests by sharing her knowledge about dozens of the city's most important sights. One building, however, throned above the rest of the monumental skyline of the megalopolis: Yuyake 101, the seat of the national government and the Ministry of Welfare. The limousine stopped right in front of the main entrance, where another carpet, this time a golden one, led inside the building. "Now, dear guests, if You might follow me inside, we can begin our talks in all seriousness." As the group walked towards the entrance, the Prime Minister's secretary and bodyguard, Mai, who revealed herself to be the driver, followed the diplomats at a certain distance without making a single sound. Even though she walked several meters behind the group, even the guards lining the carpet didn't pay any attention to her, maybe they didn't even notice her existence. Mai did not take the elevator the rest of the group took to the 99th floor, where the diplomatic conference rooms were located. She took a special, fairly well hidden one, that travelled fast enough to arrive before the main one, giving her several seconds to make sure the floor was safe. Except for her, the PM and the other parties involved, there would be no other people on the entire floor. At the sound of the bell marking the elevator's arrival, Mai had already vanished. The room in which Prime Minister Theresa Tumbleweed led her guests was tiled with dark Marmor, decorated with golden accents here and there. One example of the tasteful interior design was the traditional art of Kintsugi; fixing broken vessels with gold, a @Kipanese form of art imported at the end of the Thalassan War, whose popularity in the meantime surpassed its popularity in its home country by far. The golden cracks created a stunning effect on the vessels decorating the walls of the room, their value was impossible to estimate. Some of the art pieces appeared strange to the outside observer, as Sunset Sea Islandian taste, especially in art, was quite exotic. Some of the exhibits were supported by stone hands seamlessly sticking out of the wall. A Marmor table was placed in the middle of the room, just large enough for all of them. The moment everyone had taken their seats, the Prime Minister began speaking again: "We have three main topics to discuss today. First, since we have just established embassies between our two nations, we should discuss the details of this bilateral relation, including taxes, visas and further diplomatic standards. Secondly, as members of the Group of Island Nations, it is clearly apparent that our nations have a lot in common and are faced with similar challenges. We can use this as a starting point for exploring how our nations could learn from one another. Furthermore, we need to discuss potential Oyusard participation in the Manamana League. We have come to the cognition that Oyusard input could increase the environmental sustainability of the Manamana Canal, something we, the Radiant Republic, dearly care about. Is there anything else You would like to add?"
  11. 7 points
    Home | Tikva | World | Politics | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports | Opinion El Al Ordered to Temporarily Suspend Many Routes, Aid Aluxian Juddish Asylum Seekers By Riva Demsky 26 December 2018 El Al (אל על in Yebru or Эль Аль in Aluxian), Tikva's national airline, has been ordered by Prime Minister Jacob Lasker to suspend all non-essential routes and to increase the number of flights between Harel and the Aluxian capital of Vardin. The order comes following reports conveyed to the Government by Ambassador Uri Asimov in Vardin that there has been a major rise in tensions between the Aluxian Orthodox community and the small Juddish minority that still remains in the country. Over the past thirty years, millions of Argenazi Juddish people have emigrated to Tikva, seeking refuge from racial discrimination and religious persecution. Aluxian migration slowed down following the rise of Davros to the Aluxian throne. Ori Dayan, CEO of El Al, commented saying that "the airline would comply with the Government's order and would proceed to suspend eight of its least operated routes for whatever length of time as required to fulfill the Prime Minister's mission." A spokesman for the Prime Minister conveyed his praise for the airline's cooperation and that their increased involvement would permit the extraction of many thousands more Juddish people than before. The order was only put into force once Prime Minister Lasker received further access to Aluxian airspace. Aluxian Imperial authorities confirmed that El Al would have unrestricted means to fly over the country provided that it would stick to pre-arranged flight paths until 2nd January. Dayan said that by the end of the week there would be upwards of nine flights a day. The Government, in its order, assured the airline that it would fully compensate El Al for the losses incurred. The increase comes alongside an announcement by Prime Minister Lasker this afternoon that his Government would be committing up to 1.9 billion Shekels to provide Aluxian asylum seekers with a range of public services including foodstuffs, fuel, emergency finances, and health services. Major Juddish foundations contributed a third of the funds. Construction Minister Mikel Sokolov said that shelter would be provided to these individuals in the Samarran Valley settlements including Mevo, Matan, and Odem. Less than a quarter of the Aluxians who have arrived since the beginning of the Tikva airlift efforts have shown little literacy of Yebru and a portion of the allotted monies has been put towards language courses. Several individuals have asked if the Government intends to permit these asylum seekers formal citizenship, the Prime Minister's spokesman said that "if they meet the criteria set forth in the Law of Priority, then they are more than welcome to take those steps." In a brief statement, Palladine Authority Chairman Salah criticized the Lasker Government in which "the State was taking advantage of the crisis unfolding in Aluxia by using a tragedy to bolster its population and further grasp its control over the Samarran Valley, a territory they deem to be their sovereign land."
  12. 7 points
    Yo @Fulgistan could you make a bid for this some time soon? Sumbissions end by January 10th, according to @Rihan's original post. Also, I really want you guys to boycott games in the SSI for some reason. Whatever you hate that I do; genetically manipulating babies, mass surveillance, etc., this is your chance to tell the world you find my morals questionable.
  13. 7 points
    Okay, so here is what I have right now: Curfew Instituted in Chukba, a Juddish-majority city. As the FAA advances closer to the limits, it will change from a curfew to a complete lockdown, no one will be allowed to leave or enter. This will cause tensions with Tikva as Chukba is one of the largest Juddish areas in Aluxia remaining following the departures of millions in the decades in the past. The lockdown would throw a wrench in the Tikva asylum flight scheme, meaning @Tikva will probably need to threaten the Imperial throne for major concessions or even the deployment of a 'safeguarding team' to ensure those individuals are removed. As this builds up, extrajudicial killings will occur which may include Kuzha...which will only cause more problems...in due time. Saying that the FAA will make inroads on the city but will be pushed back by the Imperial Army in the end, meaning that they will have to focus their energies elsewhere for some time. Seylos and Tagmatium (and by extension Sanctum) will operate in Narlis, the major port. Given the heavy military presence, the FAA will not attempt to assault this stronghold. Instead, they will seek and capture a different port, Gradin to the south of it. This will open a door for Fulgistan and Sayf to provide humanitarian aid and other assistance to the 'rebels'. Going back to Tikva's involvement, the Shai agents will be helping the FAA in recon efforts but they're more there to provide eyes and ears to the Government in Ayalon and not really there to 'support' the rebels. They want them to succeed but only after influencing them. The Lasker Government (based on a PM exchange and the above bullet) will be showing as much 'love' to the Imperials for the sake of Aluxian Juddish people. In the long term, many of those individuals will be given permanent Citizenship in Tikva under that country's Law of Priority. Whichever government ultimately wins is going to be vexed by this. Fulgistan: I am going to attach your covert unit to one of the FAA's elite units to engage in a strike upon an Imperial military base to secure additional war material and ammo for the rebels as a first operation between the two organizations. Tagmatium: As I mentioned in the communique between the militaries, I think it's best that you maintain stationary in Narlis and other major Imperial areas. I do not plan on having the FAA make a big assault into Imperial throne territories just yet. I want the FAA to win control of Voteb first. Sayf: Military trainers to the FAA should go to Endvo - they can help whip up the hastily-assembled civilian soldiers are being used to bolster the ranks as the rebels only have a relatively minor contingent of the proper military forces of the country. Oyus recommended the shooting down of an aircraft (or gone missing): I want to incorporate that into the storyline. As the offensive against Voteb begins, both sides will have their mobile AA launchers in the area and as the unidentified aircraft (to them) approaches the area, both fire but no one knows who actually struck it - leading to both blaming each other and an outcry from the international community. I am leaning towards the Imperial Army shooting it down but I can also be convinced for the FAA to be responsible. Bulgenstaz should aid the FAA but it may be prudent to cooperate with Fulgistan... This is still fluid but I do hope that this information at least gives you a sense of where I am going with the story. Feel free to comment here with suggestions, ideas, etc. I want this plot to be as involved as possible by the participants as much as it is generated by me. P.S. The war map I discussed in a previous post should be ready for use following the Battle of Chukba.
  14. 7 points
    Due to the ongoing civil war, it is not advisable for Mister Simizi to visit Aluxia. This advice extends to all foreign nationals.
  15. 7 points
    Aluxian Benevolent Fund Announced Church encourages donation of money to suffering Christians As the civil war in @Aluxia continues to grind on, His Holiness Patriarkhos Nikolaos IX of Trapezon has announced the founding of a benevolent fund to help our fellow Christians in that war-torn country. It has been given the name of the Aluxian Benevolent Fund and although . The Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion is sending a task force to deal with the rising threat of the so-called Free Aluxian Army (FAA) but the conflict seems to be gathering pace nonetheless. His Holiness has urged all Christians to give generously to this benevolent fund, as winter comes harshly in that part of Argis and this is the season of goodwill and charity. “It is the duty of all Christians, whether they follow Orthodoxy or more heterodox beliefs, to help those in need, such as the benighted people of Aluxia,” said Patriarkhos Nikolaos IX. “We must make sure our Christian brothers and sisters are not going to suffer whilst this crisis continues. God willing, it will be over soon and then the Aluxians can see a return to peace and stability. I therefore call on not just Arhomaioi, but Christians across Eurth, to donate to help the Aluxians in their hour of need.” The line from Tagmatika is that it the FAA is nothing more than a terrorist organisation, funded by money coming from overseas and not a home-grown movement, although the Aluxian monarchy has often been viewed as stifling and uncaring towards its citizens. Its isolationist stance meant that the country had little in the way of contact with the outside world almost from its formation as a nation, although they were steadily converted by missionaries led by Saint Andronikos, from the middle of the EK6700s (AD1200s) onwards. Whilst Aluxia itself has been relatively closed off, contact with the mother church in Arhomaneia did continue, although somewhat sporadically. As yet, since the Aluxian government still holds the major port, Narlis, food, medical supplies and other necessities are reaching those who are in the territories still under government control. However, the same cannot be said of the areas that are held by the FAA. Little clear information has been received from those parts of the country and, although fighting has been sporadic at the moment, it cannot be doubted that the innocent are beginning to suffer due to this chaos. Few other nations have got involved with this burgeoning humanitarian crisis, although the State of Tikva has stated that it is at least trying to help its own citizens, as well as those that share the Juddish faith, with leaving Aluxia. The @Oyus Matriarchy has also expressed a willingness to take in refugees from Aluxia, although it has not gone as far as to offer aid to the people themselves, which isn't entirely useful to Aluxians. And the Matriarchy's distance may mean that few Aluxians take advantage of the offer. The Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion, whilst being the first nation to actively intervene in the civil war, has not quite followed this up with a stance on humanitarian aid. It can only be hoped that Tagmatika will recognise its Christian obligation to the Aluxians and not limit itself to bringing peace to Aluxia but also help the citizens of the country and to try to avert any humanitarian crisis before it starts to make itself felt. Whilst the Benevolent Fund will be set up by the Patriarkheion of Trapezon, it will be administered to by the Arhomaniki Red Cross as opposed to the Patriarkheion itself. They which will use the money gathered to purchase humanitarian aid such as medical supplies, food, water and shelter for the Aluxians and will be distributed by representatives of the Arhomaniki Red Cross. The Red Cross itself has indicated that it hopes the first shipments of aid will be sent at the start of the new calendar year, although the distance involved will mean that there may be some delays. This paper heartily condones the words of His Holiness and encourages all of our readers to give what they can to the Aluxian Benevolent Fund. A portion of the Kronografia's profits from now on will go towards the charity, to show that we are keen on following through with the Patriarkhos's call to all Christians. Tunnel Proposed between Tagmatika and Matapon Ambitious new engineering project floated A new proposal for a tunnel between the Tagmation area of Arhomaneia and Perateia, the southern part of the country, has been proposed to the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion by a deputation from several haulage firms. It is an idea that has often been put forward, as the only way to move between the north and south of Arhomaneia has been through ferries. Whilst the Kentriki Thalassa, the Central Sea, is not often racked by storms large enough to cause severe disruption, they nonetheless have happened, often several times a year. They can entirely cut commerce, as the only other way to reach either part of the nation is a very long land route around the western end of the Kentriki Thalassa, which often deters those who need to go in either direction. The route is still served by a long distance road network, as well as one of the longest rail routes in Arhomaneia and these routes wind along the coast and do connect many major cities, including Theodosiopolis and Prousa. The haulage firms have said that a tunnel link would mean that the north and south is linked together no matter the weather and that it would prove a massive boon to the economy, not just of Perateia and Tagmation, but Arhomaneia as a whole. As such, the tunnel would not just be a tunnel – it would consist of what is called a “bridge-tunnel”, the advantages of which are said to be that it is not quite so expensive as a true tunnel. Critics, however, have said that it may well need to have several artificial islands constructed in the Kentriki Thalassa, raising the cost above a true tunnel. However, this is not the first time that this has been proposed. Such moves date back as far as the mid EK7300s (AD1800s), although the attempts made back then were abortive as the technology was not up to the task of building such a long tunnel. Indeed, the subscriptions sold and the stock bought for the company set up to build the tunnel caused a financial bubble to form, which has since been termed the Tunnel Scandal. This held back any attempts for at least one hundred years. Since then, the ferry companies that run between the northern and southern parts of have often attempted to stifle any attempts to make a tunnel, pointing towards job losses to stave off any plans. Infamously, during the reign of Konstantios IV, the ferry companies went on strike in response to Konstantios' flagship policy of tunnel construction in EK7477 (AD1968), precipitating the crisis that led to the Navarkhokratia, the Rule of the Admirals. So far the Logothesion for Transport has stated that whilst it would like to consider the building of such a tunnel, it is far too expensive at this point for the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion to start on in the foreseeable future. This is undoubtedly due to the conflict in the former Machina Haruspex, as well as the deployment of a large force to Aluxia. When the idea of a tunnel was brought up during the reign of Theodosios VI, it was shot down by the Synkletos ton Tagmatika, the Senate of Tagmatika, due to the fact that a tax would have to be raised specifically to pay for it.
  16. 7 points
    Summer Olympics in the Sunset Sea Islands The tropical archipelago of the Sunset Sea Islands is the most populous nation of Thalassa. 164 million people call this equatorial country their home. Over the centuries, the nation evolved to have two faces: one urban, and one rural. Whilst the most of the inhabitants live in huge megalopoleis, such as Sunset City (Yūyake-kyū), the vast majority of the nation is sparsely populated and covered in lush, dense rainforests. The brimming biosphere of the Sunset Sea Islands are the home of countless endemic species. During the last seventy-five years, the previously largely homogeneous population experienced a large influx of international immigrants, turning the nation into a cosmopolitan hub for the young and creative. Sunset City (Yūyake-kyū) Sunset City is the capital city of the Radiant Republic. There are over twenty-five million people living in the greater Yūyake metropolitan area. The coastal city features a highly streamlined infrastructure, including state-of-the-art means of public transportation. The densely populated jungle of futuristc high-rise buildings harbours tremendous potential for athletic activities of all kinds. Situated both on a river delta and on the coast, optimal conditions exist for sports like kayaking, rowing, tri- and pentathlons, sailing and surfing. Furthermore, preexistent facilities, such as pools and athletic grounds exist in sufficient capacities. Aside from sports, Sunset City offers far more for international tourists and athletes. Visitors can explore and enjoy the vibrant culture of the Sunset Sea Islands, such as national quisine, art, architecture and history. Our Vision for 2019 For the past decades, the Sunset Sea Islands have worked hard to interconnect with the wider world. The will to coexist with other nations in peace and the high value of diplomacy in the culture of the Sunset Sea Islands can be felt throughout all layers of society. Olympic games are a shining symbol - one might say a torch - of peace. Games like these show that it is indeed possible for a diverse mix of nations to live together in harmony and that friendly competition is a major factor in preventing armed conflict between nations. Therefore, peace has a central position in our vision for the Olympic Games of 2019. The games should be a celebration of harmony, coexistence and multiculturalism. We want to bring people from all over the world together. Measures will be taken to encourage enjoying the events, both live and livestreamed, together with other guests from different corners of the world. To summarise, the Olympic Games in the Sunset Sea Islands should not only encourage friendship between nations, but also between individuals, for there can be no peace between nations, if there is no peace between the people. A Futuristic Perspective into the 21st Century Aside from the multi-coloured star of the International Olympic Committee of Eurth, white should be the main colour of the 2019 Olympic Games, as there is no other colour as strongly associated with peace and harmony as white. Elegant, spotless sportswear will allude to the Olympic Games of the ancient era and unite people from every nation under one symbolic cover, no matter what flag will be displayed on their tricot. International flags will be displayed all over the city. In combination with the futuristic architecture of Sunset City, these games have the potential to become a shining beacon of hope for a future for mankind in which world peace is within reach. Logistics As the Sunset Sea Islands are located directly on the equator, temperatures are relatively high all year round. To both not be exposed to the most extreme temperatures and to avoid the monsoon season, the optimal time window for the games would be between March and May. As previously stated, preexisting infrastructure in Sunset City is able to handle the additional load. Furthermore, modern broadcasting technologies can be made available for foreign news agencies, should they require additional resources. The ever expanding cityscape of Sunset City will be able to accomodate hundreds of thousands of international athletes, reporters and tourists with ease. Furthermore, accomodations would follow the same concept of bringing people from all over the world together. The Radiant Republic of the Sunset Sea Islands is known throughout the world for it's top notch security concept. The national crime rate is amongst the lowest in the world, however, security measures would be approporately tightened to guarantee the security of all foreign guests. The Legacy of Yūyake 2019 For the Radiant Republic of the Sunset Sea Islands, Games like these would be a sign that their previous efforts to promote diplomacy and peaceful coexistence worldwide have not been in vain. Inspiring millions of children to pursue a professional athletic career and to venture out into the wider world will boost the morale of the whole nation. In conclusion, these games would not only carry significance for the SSI, but also for the rest of the world, as they would be proof that humanity can overcome its brutish nature and that it is able to unite in peace and harmony. We cannot imagine anything that would match the Olympic spirit more.
  17. 6 points
    @Rhodellia It's my pleasure to inform you about your graduation from candidate to full RP member. Congratulations! You now have access to the main RP forums. You can also decide which of your trial RP's you want to keep and expand upon.
  18. 6 points
    GENERAL DEMOBILIZATION: MILITARY WITHDRAWS FROM VIBURK, STATE OF EMERGENCY DISCONTINUED Pictured: Over 1,200 conscripts, reservists and career military personnel remained in Viburk to keep the peace after the suppression of its violent riots. The State Executive Emergency Committee has confirmed that all military elements in Kerlia will be officially demobilized within the next two weeks. Furthermore, the state of emergency and all curfews will be discontinued, proclaimed Viburk's provisional city government. The events that occurred will leave a lasting scar on the city: government estimates report that over 2,460 people were wounded during the rioting while 25 lost their lives. Multiple state- and federal government institutions hung their flags at half-mast today to show respect for those who perished or suffered serious injuries. Financially, the damages caused by the unrest are valued at 2.3 million dollars. Many public services (primarily transport) remain unavailable and it is unknown when they will return to working condition. Some 560 homes inside of Viburk are without running water or electricity, or both. The provisional city government has managed to restart power- and water production, but delivery will take some time. Out of some 1,500 arrestees, 700 people have been charged for crimes committed during the riots, primarily for attempted murder or assault. 86 city- and Kerlian state officials await trial for charges of treason, among them figures such as the freshly-appointed Minister-President of Kerlia, Matvey Konech. During a government press event on Friday, President Gerald Webb publicly deflected foreign criticism and concern directed at Girkmandian actions in Kerlia; several news outlets, such as the @Oyusard 'Yulaa Spectator' and the @Bulgenstazi 'Bulgenstaz Liberation News' compared the events in Kerlia to the civil war in Aluxia, comparisons which President Webb strongly dismissed: "I wholeheartedly believe in the right of nations to conduct their domestic policy in any way they wish, as long as it conforms to international laws; it is a core principle of a state to exercise self-determination. Our foreign policy is based on this principle. We will resolve our own problems, let others solve theirs. We have narrowly avoided a path of gratuitous violence and anarchy by defending our national integrity with whatever lawful and constitutional means necessary. There is no country on Eurth that will condone separatist actions of this caliber." -President Gerald Webb -David Fitzgerald  30 December 2018, Federal Herald 
  19. 6 points
    Livana was always used to men looking at her - after all, she was an aristocratic woman, attached to a powerful family that had served the Republic for generations. She took the presented cup of wine from the gentleman. "Thank you," she responded. "We Rihannsu have never been afraid to fight, and civilize the continent. Before we arrived, it consisted of nothing more than wayward and disorganized people - lacking purpose, lacking dedication, no order. We brought order and duty to the barbaric land that is the fertile and productive Republic. This mission is open-ended and there is always an individual who can be brought into the light of D'era." Taking a sip she continued, "My family has played a role in bringing the Upper Ganser into line two centuries ago, an area where my great-grandfather settled our clan. Galan and I still remain there to this day - a cute vineyard estate outside Calanista," she paused, taking another sip. Her husband, who had joined the circle spent almost all of his time at the vineyard while she resided at their urban villa in the center of the capital back in Dartha. Both of them were rarely in the same place and it was becoming clear that their interactions in the room seemed not as close as would be seen by many another married couple. Galan was completely unaware of the fact that his own wife was engaged in no less than three affairs but the way these men were eying her made him quite uncomfortable. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ballroom, Gathan Darok was conversing with the Duke of Ceara. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he said. As he listened to the young noble, the more he was intrigued about his work on behalf of his own Government. "Such coordination and management is key to any long-term strategy - whether its business or war or," he paused, scanning the room briefly before turning again, "advancement." He continued, "I am not an industrialist myself but I do possess hundreds of thousands of acres of abundant farmland and a dozen mines in the D'Kalla range. Though I sell some on the market, much of it is bought by the Republic itself," he said, smiling. He knew he was not only making the policies of the nation but also profiting from it and he didn't care about the morals of that one bit: at least two dozen other Nej'ahar members had similar arrangements. "I did serve in the military for my required service upon the granting of my formal citizenship at the conclusion of my studies, but once that term was over, I left. Gathan was very, very intrigued about Kalevaitis and knew that he could build a very good relationship with this noble. "With the creation of the League, there is much work to be done and I have sources within the Foreign and Transportation Ministry who've whispered to me that a Trans-Aurelian Railway is on the table, but that's down the road. But I am sure you want to prove yourself sooner...and I think you will with the chaos unfolding in Enolia..." Morror Kassus was in his element. He was a recipient of both the Soterek Citation, and the Republic's highest honor, the Shining Star. He also had a dozen other metals on his chest and felt his ego rise with each look of admiration from the crowd. He took a seat at one of the tables occupied by admirals and generals. "Thank you, I would be honored," he responded as he sat down. He took the drink handed to him and saluted to the call and called back, "to the Kirvinska!" They all joined in that one. "I leave the paperwork and legalese to the bureaucrats and politicians, I am a soldier first." Kassus was not just a general, but he was a serving senator but he rarely attended unless he had to. In fact, the first session he had been at in over a year was the one that involved the Praetor's mobilization order at the behest of his war hawk allies in the Jaridan. Alidar Jarok was the coalition's 'leader' but neither man really liked the other. Morror was building a tight-knit inner circle that he could trust with his wider agenda for the future. For many in the Senate, he was a humble general, a patriot. But that was the illusion: he was just as equally ambitious and was prepared to do whatever it took to take power. "I may be an army man through and through but I have always had respect for those who serve on the waves," nodding to the Kirvinska admirals at the table. "I am sure Central Command is already hard at work at integrating the military cooperative structure set up by the League and is in collaboration with our colleagues here on other matters." He paused, thinking briefly about Enolia. "Yes, it is nigh war in the East against Enolia. We fought them thirty years ago which ended in a horrible slaughter and humiliating defeat. Not this time. We will prevail, and destroy them utterly." Kassus knew the conflict was going to transform him from general to national hero. But there was a certain individual in his way. The Praetor had joined the Shffahkian President and their host, the Grand Duke of Kirvina himself, the three were discussing the League in more detail now that the general arrangement was signed and sealed. "It is a stupendous ball you've put on," Mathon commented. "Simply amazing." While they talked, he couldn't help staring at both Livana Charvanek and Gathan Darok speaking to individuals amongst the crowd. Terix knew his colleagues were curious as to why he was distracted when he should be both enjoying the festivities and deliberating with them. "Power always breeds challengers. Rihannsu politics is a very dangerous game," he said. "I may be the Praetor, the leader of the Republic, but I know there are always schemers and plotters in the shadows, waiting. Of all the senators I could have invited, particularly ones who want to improve their standing with me - I chose those two," he pointed to them. "Both of them are sly, cunning, wealthy, deeply networked, and devious. As one said: keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
  20. 6 points
    SUMMER SOLSTICE CELEBRATED RASA ATŠVESTA COMMENTARY: "...to the backdrop of the invitation of several major Aurelian leaders to the White Mountain, the city is currently enjoying festivities centered around the celebration of the Summer Solstice ... Rasa, one of the biggest holidays of every year. Any Tagmatine or Limonaian viewers we have may find themselves confused when they step outside and feel the chill, but do not despair. We are Down Under, and the sun burns as hot as ever- as hot as it can, with our climes. I encourage anyone looking to enjoy their favorite vacation spots without the rain do so now, because we're about to get hit with a whole lot of storms as we begin to swing into the fall." "... Those same foreign viewers might be going what goes into Rasa, and Rasa festivals, so I'll put them in the know. Now, there a whole lot of things that go on during Rasa, so if you're visiting right now and are in need of some explanation. We're approaching 17:00 right now and the light is beginning to dim, so the fun should be starting right about now ... get one of the live guys on it, stat. Right, so- Rasa begins for real with the dancing around the gates, the dancing around the kupolas, the great vaulted roofs. Even if you're new in town, it can be some great fun. Join in. Participate. You won't regret it. Everyone loves dancing, right?" "Circle dances are probably the biggest part of Rasa. You'll see a lot of that. Dancing around gates and kupolas, like I said- around the bonfire, around the High Priest- the Carvaitas- it all just depends on the time of day, how far into the party you are, all of that. There is also the blessing of the trees and the fields, the greeting of the sun, and such- but I've been informed by my Foreign Advisory Panel that all of that is, apparently, 'some godsdamned hippie sh*t' and not fit for foreign broadcasting, so we're going to move on to our regular broadcast, soon followed by some live commentary on the festivities. On that note, Vidá Rasa, my friends! Enjoy yourselves!"
  21. 6 points
    With Matteo Arlotta's company constantly growing, their increased manpower has allowed for them to strike more and more historical goldmines by the day. Already discovering so much in their home country, it could be possible that they might become multi-national as their feats are starting to attract the attention of some larger nations. This thrilled Matteo and he was extremely happy with the way that Arlotta Archaeology panned out, and he hoped his family business, turned large attention-grabbing corporation, would last an eternity. One such project that he'd been working on was the topic of "Kogaanzul," a name found in certain discovered of stone and clay tablets and translated by the Aresi Stone. Sitting in his office, he got another mail tip. Filled with thrill and excitement, he rushed over and tore the envelope open. Reading it aloud to himself, _______________________________ "Dear Mr. Arlotta, We have found another hint of archaeology in the coastal village of Viaserta. Possible links to the Limonaian Merchant Texts are possible. Please respond soon! - Anonymous" ________________________________ With joy, he packed his travel case and sent out a memo to his archaeology team, heading out. Within about a day from their headquarters in Norgamo, they reached the village and were greeted by a short, stout man with a short haircut. "Ah! Mr. Arlotta, welcome!" The thinner and taller Arlotta looked down at him with a smile, "Hello! Thank you for having me, Mr..." he held out the 'r' in "Mr.," as he waited for a response. The shorter man realized what Arlotta was doing and let out a light chuckle, "Liborio Mattaliano, at your service." He held out his hand for a handshake, and Arlotta happily shook it. "Come! Follow me, I'll show you where the spot is." After walking for a few kilometers through light forestation close to the beach, he found a small ruin. It was crumbling apart and could possibly fall over at any minute. Made of stone and covered in moss, cracks, and vines, Arlotta stared at it. "So, you think there could be something beneath these ruins?" He inquired, so focused on the ruins that he didn't even make eye contact with Liborio. Arlotta unpacked his travel case as Liborio talked, unpacking a magnifying glass, a few sampling pieces, and various other devices. "Erm," Liborio began, "precisely. There is a lot of military history here, although no one is completely sure what could have happened here and why. It's why I called you. I mean, you found the Aresi Stone of all things--" Arlotta cut Liborio off. "Now now, Liborio. I did not find the Aresi Stone. My team did, and they were the ones who deciphered it. You'd best clear out of this area, we'll likely begin soon." "Got it, Mr. Arlotta! Good luck!" Arlotta sent Liborio off with a nod and called his archaeology team over. They began first with marking off the areas and sending their various dating equipment and other materials to find out how long ago this could have been. It's obvious it had something to do with Limonaian colonization, but that ended in the 1910s. That could've lasted from the Limonaian Merchant Texts or somewhere even later than that. As his team worked, Arlotta went off to his camper and rested, ready for another day of work, uncovering the past and looking to the future.
  22. 6 points
    VISA APPLICATION FORM Requirement: Yes Max. duration: 90 days Health requirements: N/A TOURISM GUIDE Top cities: Limone, Citulo, Tirli, Arnella Sights worth seeing: Celino mountain range, lake Pozzillio, Old Limone, Ducal Palace, Careini Castle, Anacone coast. The Island of Anaca. Cultural events taking place: National Day October 2nd. Getting around: Serviced by most major airlines, and features high speed rail connections between Limone, Celano and Sermerio, with normal railways servicing the majority of other sites in the country, trams and metros exist in the larger cities (Limone, Celano, Sermerio), and road quality is generally good in the eastern parts of the country (Smaller and less maintained roads are common in Celino and parts of Colline as difficult terrain make road construction hard here.) Ferries also connect major coastal cities and Anaca Local cuisine: Largely varied with ingredients from all over the world being included in Limonaian cuisine, so you can mostly get whatever you want, although Limonaian traditional food is highly recommended, as well as the wine. Limonaia features a range of sleeping options at most price points, with small family run hotels in small villages, to hotel resorts with all inclusive deals and whatnot, Sermerio is however a bit notorious for being a very noisy city, which could be a slight annoyance at night Map by Seylos showing the regions and smaller cities of Limonaia (Anaca on the side is scaled up)
  23. 6 points
    Some time had passed since the confrontation of the unknown vessel. Whilst both the Fulgistani and Adapton marines were still present investigating the ship, the captive had been retrieved, and was now in a holding cell aboard the Salamis. Several of the on board medicus (medics or doctors) however, had acquired quite the curiosity about their new addition. Upon initial medical inspection, several peculiarities were noted, as a result, the captive was placed under a closer watch. Despite still being unconscious. The lead physician onboard has noted the very pale skin of the man, which seemed to shift to a blue, or green hue, depending on which way the light shone. In addition to this, it seemed as they his skin was covered in a sort of constant perspiration, making it appear oily, or even scaly in some light. It was also noted, that the man was almost completely hairless, save for some blonde hairs on the ridges of his brow. Although the examiners were still unclear whether this was actual blonde, or whether the man was in-fact albino. That analysis would have to wait. Meanwhile, the unknown ship was yielding interesting data. The composition of the ships hull was bizarre to say the least. Appearing metal, but heavily oxidised, almost as if the ship was made of bronze. Which was of course, seemed unfathomable. The outer coating, which was first noticed by the drone footage was, as yet, undetermined. But was providing a bit of a hinderance to properly investigating the ship, since the coating seemed to obstruct the boarding teams the further down into the hull they ventured. One thing, which had been noted, was the absolute lack of any form of munitions onboard the vessel. Faustia had ordered a full intel team to make their way to the ship, to throughly investigate, which the current finders were sent to the allied vessels in the area.
  24. 6 points
    Curfew Instituted in Chukba Imperial authorities in the Juddish-majority city of Chukba in Northern Aluxia today announced a mandatory curfew between the hours of 20:00 and 06:00 Hours. Its implementation is due to an impending offensive by the Free Aluxian Army per a spokesman from the Imperial Army. Three brigades of soldiers supported by detachments from the artillery and armored corps have been deployed to the immediate region to enforce both the curfew and ensure the protection of the city. The Mayor of Chukba was not informed of the decision until after it was conveyed to military personnel. Chukba-native Kuzhe Mikel Levitin was critical of the order saying that such an order would impact the ability of Juddish individuals who insisted to make the trip to Vardin to take up the Lasker Government's offer of providing asylum to any Juddish person who wished to leave Aluxia for the duration of the conflict. The same spokesman for the Imperial Army's Regional Command said that the curfew would not impact individuals as long as they left before its commencement each night. When asked when it would be lifted, the individual said that it would remain as long as required and could increase in the determined time period as needed.
  25. 6 points
    Separatists launch full-scale assault on military base Alfonse Schmidt, 20 December 2018, 19:68 The violence has escalated. On 18 December, the Nordwalde Troubles reached a new peak after two decades of relative peace: separatist paramilitaries attacked a Landwehr-operated military installation near the district capital of Hohenstein. A “battalion-sized” force of insurgents swarmed the perimeter of Camp Kirstein, manned by reservists of Dieter Company, 3rd Battalion, 72nd Panzergrenadier Regiment of the Heer's 14th Panzergrenadier Division. The United Separatist Front (USF) has claimed responsibility for the deadly assault in a video circulating on social media. The video’s anonymous on-screen narrator credits the insurgents killed in the attack as the “first martyrs of the [wider separatists movement’s] 21st century cause”. The Reichstag sanctioned the deployment of additional peacekeeping troops and Stasi operatives amid threats of further violence. The attack began at 10:32 when a “suspicious-looking” fleet of trucks and cars swerved off a main road towards Camp Kirstein’s eastern perimeter fence. The garrison opened fire, stopping all but one vehicle: an up-armoured “killdozer” truck. It exploded on contact with the fence, punching a gaping hole into the wire. Muzzle flashes lit up the nearby woodlands as a “wave” of insurgents poured out of the shade. It was a mad dash for the newly-opened breach, a full-on infantry charge. They toted fully-automatic carbines, light machine guns, grenade launchers, and rocket propelled grenades. They unleashed an arsenal of improvised mortars, civilian drones dropping remote-detonated satchel charges, and toy RC cars rigged with explosives. They threw everything they had. The garrison eventually stalled the fierce assault under a withering hail of suppressive fire. Mortar crews zeroed in on insurgents pinned behind road embankments. Riflemen returned fire at the eager who peeked out of cover and gave covering fire from the woods, and made quick work of the insurgents’ drones and RC cars too. Snipers sneaked out of the installation to hunt down forward observers and drone operators lurking in the trees. The garrison held out until friendly attack helicopters relieved them. The remaining insurgents routed. The pilots chased them deep into the woods, turning many into pink mist through the canopies. The Department of Defence has since posted online uncensored thermal imaging footage of the helicopter chase. To the pilots’ surprise, the sound of gunfire and explosions had attracted scores of nearby Loyalist paramilitaries. These independent warriors, mostly men and women from the “Nordwalde Tigers” militia (accompanied by a few dozen thrill-seeking tagalongs), fought their own battle in the woods. They routed the Separatists’ rearguard, silenced the mortars, overran the field headquarters, and cut off the enemy retreat. The Loyalist’ actions undeniably saved the lives of many servicemen and women, as well as played a crucial role in scoring a great victory. The Raid on Camp Kirstein lasted three hours. A Battle Damage Assessment (BDA) conducted by foot patrols confirmed 342 insurgent fatalities, reporting no enemy survivors. 27 suspects in Hohenstein and neighbouring areas were later arrested by police in connection to the attack. Though the battle was won, victory did not come for free. 6 soldiers were killed, making the 18 December attack the 24th deadliest attack on Rhodellian troops since the start of the Nordwalde Troubles in the late 1960s. Another 47 soldiers were wounded and medevaced to Hohenstein. 22 Loyalist fighters sacrificed their lives in their assault, with those having underwent National Service set to be buried with full military honours. Another 38 Loyalists are being hospitalised for gunshot and shrapnel wounds. Voices of solidarity echo across the nation. Hundreds of netizens from across Rhodellia are already en-route to Nordwalde just to volunteer in Loyalist paramilitaries, with many more predicted to follow in the coming months. Chancellor Theobald Michaelis called 18 December a “black day” for Rhodellia in a press statement following the attack. King August III posted “...[the separatists] will pay with their blood... for committing crimes against Rhodellia and her people...” on social media. The Underhaus and Oberhaus of the Reichstag began their most recent meetings with a full minute of silence. Flags in every government and royal building, including the Reichstag building and Gottesberg Palace, are being flown at half-mast to commemorate both fallen soldiers and loyalist paramilitaries. Princess Elysse has announced her intent to travel to the Nordwalde District of Rabeswalde. 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