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    Home | Orioni | World | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports Gruis growth grinds to a halt? GRUIS -- A struggle is underway for the future of transport in Gruis. In 2018, voters approved a +5% sales tax to expand the length of the city’s light-rail lines, which carry 30.000 passengers a day. But a new bill called Proposition 404 threatens to halt further expansion plans and put money towards building more roads instead. The movement’s supporters fear that light-rail construction will impact business development; others disagree. "Light-rail has allowed our city us to grow vertically rather than outwards," says Mayor Awidefale Rezovi. "It’s brought more investment and has attracted a more creative workforce to Gruis." Voting on the measure has been underway since August 1st. We expect campaigners on both sides to be active during this weekend, ahead of the citywide ballot on Tuesday.
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    Home | Tikva | World | Politics | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports | Opinion GOVERNING COALITION COLLAPSES, EARLY ELECTIONS CALLED By Noah Ginsburg 2 September 2019 It was around 2am AST when Prime Minister Lasker received a phone call from Lev Party Chairman and current Finance Minister, Daniel Wolf, who said that his party would be pulling out of the governing coalition. Relations between the Prime Minister and Wolf has been deteriorating for weeks and reached absolute rock-bottom following last night's cabinet meeting where the long discussed 9% tax increase was formally endorsed by the majority of the cabinet for incorporation into the budget that was set to be presented to the full Knesset this week. Lasker met with President Rivikin at 8am following an emergency conference of the now-minority government. Without Lev's 5 members, the coalition does not have a clear majority. The Prime Minister formally conveyed to them that the Government and Knesset would be dissolved, with early elections to be called for early October. Prime Minister Lasker said to those gathered that the President accepted his request. Liora Shapiro, leader of the Opposition and party leader of the center-left Avoda Party, called a press conference immediately following Lasker's public declaration and said that she has been waiting for this day for months and had already begun to make electoral preparations once the initial cracks between Lev and Herut came public. Shapiro is expected to meet with the leaders of the Meretz, Shinui, and Dor parties this afternoon. She would not comment as to whether she'd meet with the United Palladine Front or not. Palladine Chairman Rami Salah issued a brief statement from the de facto Palladine capital of Zaba stating: "the Palladinians are happy to see the demise of Lasker's government. He and his allies have done nothing but destroy the lands and rights of those who live in Palladine which have no choice but comply with the abusive Tikvan laws dictated by the military. We only wish to live in harmony with our Tikvan neighbors. We hope the next government will make it a priority to come to a fair and equitable resolution over the lands of Palladine." Over 35 political parties are expected to compete for the 120-seat Knesset. 61 seats constitutes a majority. Since 1968, no party has been able to rule Tikva without a coalition. Elections will occur on 2 October.
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    Hey everybody! I've already joined the Discord server under the guise as "Jargoon" which I already know is a pretty dumb screen name, so some of you may already know of me. But none of you guys really know me yet and I can't wait to start remedying that! A quick summary of who I am, to get started: I have been roleplaying on NationStates for 2 years, usually for a few months at a time before a long break (though I hope to stay here much longer than that) I have almost no experience in modern tech roleplaying And I really like spaghetti I can't wait to get to know all of you guys and start roleplaying here!
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    Government announces bill to improve "hundreds" of the nation's aging bridges. As Parliament regathers this week the government has introduced legislation to improve hundreds of the nation's bridges. This comes after Saint Elmo's bridge in Brighton partially collapsed this summer causing 2 deaths, aswell as weeks of traffic jams. Officials say that 45% precent of the nation's bridges are in need of repairs. With GBNB I'm Joe Cole.
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    Home | Orioni | World | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports Safety first in e-scooter spat GRUIS -- Following two recent rider deaths, Gruis mayor Awidefale Rezovi has banned issuing permits to e-scooter companies. Ridership in Gruis is at an all-time high. The new legislation won’t extend to current permit holders but it will limit the number of e-scooters and electric bikes to less than 5.000. Advocates for alternative mobility rail against the city’s reliance on cars; they say that the deaths could have been avoided if the city had dedicated lanes for e-scooters. But the mayor's critics believe that the problem lies not with the vehicles but with the people riding them. From regularly discarding e-scooters to whizzing recklessly down the interstate highway, this bad behaviour extends from Ferrefaaierhafen to Tagmatika. Rezovis' ban, then, is a smart move to curb dangerous riding and a step towards safer scooting. Grindr Coffee workers treated inhumanely AISFELD, @Morheim -- Grindr Coffee workers have made numerous claims alleging poor working conditions in the Morheim Trade and Industry Zone (MTIZ). The accusations surfaced following a report by ex-employees who requested to remain anonymous. Roiters spoke to 12 employees of Grindr Coffee working at the MTIZ in Aisfeld. Complaints include supervisors' alleged withholding of pay for illness or yearly vacation, working outside of agreed hours and the retention of customer tips. A Grinder Coffee spokesperson said an objective examination would be started. Meanwhile, Grindr CEO Joe Khamsai spoke out on Wittier, saying: "Given these serious allegations, I have notified our partners that we will launch an independent audit into these internal HR matters."
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    CREATURAE Full Nation Name: Legatis Foederationis de Creaturae Government type: The government is based on the RL structures of Iqta‘—practiced by Islamic nations in the 10th to 11th century—and inspired by medieval European feudalism. Creaturae has a main leader of the whole nation, called the "Vilicus", who is in charge of handling national and international issues. When this leader dies or retires from his position (though not common, does happen), the Vilicus' heir takes the position. While the heir could be one of the Vilicus' relatives, it is not automatically hereditary. The heir is usually one of the nation's Principes Provincias, who handle all of the issues within their territory. If no heir is chosen, then the Principes cast an internal vote to choose the next leader. This is the basics of what the government is like, though I do realize a few details are missing, such as justice system and the specific duties of the Vilicus and Principes. If those are needed, please let me know (though I will 100% be going over them in the factbook I eventually write up). Culture / Ethnicity: The majority of Advenae are descendants of or are somehow related to the original colonists from Aroma. Therefore, they share many cultural and ethnic similarites. For example, they both share olive-colored skin and dark hair and eyes. The major religion in Creaturae is a RL variant of Roman Mythology. While it is the major religion of the nation, it is not practiced the same as it used to be. Blood sacrifices have fallen out of style, though some cities do still hold animal sacrifices on ancient holidays as a tourist draw. Short Description: Creaturae is a former colony of Aroma, sharing many cultural and societal similarities. The two are still quite distinct from one another, however, as the expensive and grandiose marble buildings were not practical to build. Instead, buildings made from the local rocks and wood. Though the buildings don't match the look of the Aroman ruins, the architecture and remnants of the culture are enough to bring tourists from around the world to their oldest cities. Do you have an IIWiki page?: No, but I plan to make one and update it regularly. WRITING EXPERIENCE RP Experience: I've always had a passion for writing and making stories, I even wanted to grow up and become a professional writer. When I was just a little kid, I used to roleplay on Roblox, as cringy as it sounds. After a few years of that, I eventually found myself in the Undertale RP and NationStates communities and my ability to describe my thoughts and ideas began to mature. I've spent about 3 years of free time roleplaying as either individual characters (UT + NS) or news agencies / governments (NS). Writing Samples: I didn't have one I could easily access, so I thought it'd be best to write up something with (Flavius) Sanguine Valerius—the current Vilicus. I would also like a mentor, if it's no trouble, for nation writing. I have some experience with nation-building and writing things up as a government / news agency, but I am much more experienced with character writing. NATIONSTATES Reason for joining: I added this region to my dossier while looking for potential RP regions. The amount of detail in the worldbuilding impressed me. So, for reasons I don't want to get into, I have tons of free time and looked back to NationStates to be the time vacuum I needed. I remembered Eurth / Europa and decided to try and join. Have you ever had trouble with any moderators?: The moderators and other users have been welcoming to me and very helpful. Summary of my NationStates experience: I first discovered NationStates about 2 years ago, when my writing / roleplaying experience wasn't anywhere near what it was today. I stayed and roleplayed in what I can only describe as a low-effort RP post-modern region. After an extended break from the site and community, I returned for a month or two and dabbled in several different RP genres. Past Tech, Fantasy Tech, FTL. Most of my experience is with PT, but I'm excited to try something more modern. Are you currently or do you plan to be a member of the NationStates World Assembly?: I am and have endorsed Orioni 2. Anything else?: Nothing, I don't think, but do tell me if there's something I'm missing. By submitting this form, I am indicating that I agree to abide by the community and RP rules of this community. Any breach thereof may result in disciplinary action including but not limited to revoking of forum posting rights, banning from the forum, removal of regional citizenship, and ejection from the region.
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    Sign ups are now closed! Participants: Variota Fulgistan S.I.C. Oyus Team-ups: Variota and S.I.C. Fulgistan and Oyus You/We now have two weeks to worldbuild together. One thing is 'required' but ambitious duos may always make multiple stories/posts. I'll open up an official IC thread this evening or tomorrow at the latest and tag everyone in it. Haven't done that now because I'm typing this off of a mobile. As said before, you're completely free to decide what to do so don't be afraid to get creative. News posts, short stories, wiki page are just some of the forms you could use. If you have any questions, PM me or post your question here; this goes for participants and non-participants. Of course, we're always accepting subject suggestions to add to the list!
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    "...theah shanaku nashad...I am Borak with the latest headlines." "...Venar Cherok, the Transportation Minister, and Dartha's Mayor, Uren Bakus, today held a joint press conference in which they announced that the timetable for the H'sarin, the high-capacity metro system being constructed by Fulgistani Jochi Heavy Indutries, would be brought forward by an overall 2 years. The first line is now expected to be operational by Lior (September) 2020 with the three remaining lines in service by Brax (March) 2022. In order to meet the accelerated timeline, the Transportation Ministry has taken on responsibility for designing and engineering the Green, Blue, and Gold lines in conjunction with Kovex. Mayor Bakus stressed the importance in bringing the metro online as soon as possible to reduce automobile traffic, air pollution, and increase mobility for millions across the capital and the Brel'kar Province..." "...the Phi'lasasam is expanding its educational footprint in the coming three years. Presently, the higher educational institution runs four campuses in Dartha, Penvar, Tephren, and Peldred; and a total student body of nearly 300,000 ranging from first-years to those pursuing their doctorates. The institution's President, Levem Teval said that two new campus will be constructed in Rateg, Mereka, and Hlarak. This is to better serve the Republic's projected demand for increased skill training in the rapidly evolving economy. The institution will also be building a state-of-the-art innovation center at its Peldred campus. Spokesmen for the Science and Education Ministries led by Dacas Themon and Aldon Pakel respectively, stated that the facility would be financed jointly out their budgets. It will open Sharveen (August) 2020..." "...Kilar and Lovena Thomes, residents of Rateg, were found dead in the middle of the Via Palun this morning. Their murders mark the seventh to occur within the boundaries of Rihan's third-largest city this year. Rateg Mayor Pabas Samot speculated, but could not confirm, that their deaths were contracted to the Kovok Yitashikæn by an unknown individual. Saying that the numbers of untimely deaths was unacceptable to him and the people of Rateg and the Republic, requested the Governor of Fitzan Province to deploy additional police units to aid local forces. Authorities ask residents to keep an eye on their surroundings, immediately contact officials, and not to make any attempts at taking action on their own. The Kovok Yitashikæn would not comment if they had any involvement in their deaths or any that have occurred in the city."
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    Hope you sort what you need to. And perhaps return to us soon MermaidMan
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    Creaturae General Factbook (Temporary, will edit overtime) Etymology: The nation's name comes from the Ancient Aroman word for "Creation." This was decided by the first group of Aroman colonists settled on the Eastern coast of the southern peninsula. They had created their new home and had expanded the Aroman Empire across the Adlantic and onto yet another continent. Following the collapse of the Aroman Empire in the early 2nd century, the people of Creaturae became known as the Advenae (which roughly translates to "immigrants"). And soon afterward, Creatum society became noticeably distinct from their homeland, only retaining some of the core elements of their ideals and mannerisms, as well as language. The exact reasons as for why have been speculated for centuries, though many historians now believe it to be, in part, the acceptance of the native people into their settlements. The shift in identity and culture has since been named the "Reidentification of Creaturae". The Creatum flag contains the national animal of the nation, the Argic Hawk, to represent the nation as free from their colonial roots and can now soar to their full potential. The laurel wreath is an Aroman symbol that the Creatum used to mean peace between their people and the natives who lived here. The red and gold color scheme represents the red and gold colors found in the sky during the sunsets, as well as the gold representing the desire for wealth and power. Geography: (I will update actually fill out after getting a place on the map) History: Creaturae was originally settled by native tribes-people over three-thousand years ago, inhabiting much of what is modern-day Creaturae. After the arrival of the first Advenae in the year 102 C.E., the natives were either killed off from plagues and illnesses they had no immunity to, relocated to make room for more settlers or integrated into the Creatum society. The latter option became quite popular in the 2nd and 3rd century after the Natives had developed immunity to the Europan diseases, many Advenae welcomed them into their society. The natives' spiritual believes influenced the major Creatum religion, de Cultu Deorum, and those influences can be easily seen when comparing even modern-day purists of the two beliefs. Following the collapse of the Aroman Empire with Creaturae nearly joined them. Many died during the Great Suffering, as lack of imports meant that there wasn't a constant influx of food and other materials required to sustain the start of a colony. Miraculously, the Advenae recovered from the famine and elected the Colonial overseer, the Caesar-appointed colonial manager, as their temporary leader. This would end up becoming a permanent position in the Creatum government. After being cut off from their only trading partner and without the resources or luxury to create their own ships, Creaturae was completely cut off from the sea and, by extension, Europa. Knowledge of Creaturae disappeared completely. It was only in the 15th century, over 13 centuries later, that the Europans rediscovered the old colony, now only vaguely similar to the once-mighty Aromans. Now, in the modern era, Creaturae is relatively uninvolved in international affairs. Their main influence over other nations is their large influx of tourists and immigrants, as well as their significant population and protection of Native-peoples (larger than other Europan colonies). Government: (Will update later) The government of Creaturae has existed in many forms over its nearly two-decade-long history. Starting as a mere extension of the Aroman Empire, to establishing the first national Vilicus, nearly becoming a theocracy, and steadily introducing more and more democratic elements to the system. The modern government of Creaturae consists of one Vilicus, # Principes Provinciae (number will be updated after location is decided and provinces are drawn), and several dozens of lesser Ambactuses. The Ambasctuses are not represented in higher government and cannot create laws or officially voice their opinion on anything political. Their only obligation is to collect the taxes of the people and carry out that which the Principes Provinciae and Vilicus have decided. Military: (Will update later) The Creatum military consists of an entirely volunteered force. There are three main sections of the military, the marine, navy, and air force. The budget for Creaturae's military is extremely low, sitting at only 0.9% of the nation's GDP or 2.700.000.000⊂ Economy: (Will update later) The main industry of Creaturae is tourism, as the nation holds many historical landmarks that relate to the Aroman Empire. The currency of the Creatum government is the Creatum dollar (is subject to change) and is represented by the ⊂ symbol. The Creatum dollar is backed by the government and has no inherent worth. Demographics: (Will update later) Creatum (76.5%) Natives (14.2%) Other (9.3%) There are three main beliefs of Creaturae: de Cultu Naturae (the native beliefs), de Cultu Deorum (a sect of the Aroman religion), and agnosticism. Culture: (Will update later) A blend of ancient Aroman, Native, and international ideals and behaviors. The Aroman influence on Creaturae has waned significantly after their collapsing, though relates itself in the language of the Advenae and the general's spiritual views. Nationstates Factbook: https://www.nationstates.net/nation=creaturae/detail=factbook/id=1252900
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    HOME │ CREATURAE │ WORLD │ FINANCE │HEALTH │ ENTERTAINMENT │ SCIENCE │ SPORTS │ CRIME Just How Accurate is DOMINICUS (2019)? By: Aquila Severus, EQV (EQV) - Last weekend, DOMINICUS (2019) released in theaters nationwide. The film was met with praises by critics and audiences alike, both impressed by the level of detail and historical accuracy the film presents. But how accurate really is DOMINICUS? That's what we at EQV decided to find out. At the start of the movie, we're introduced to the main character, Dominicus. In the first scenes, Dominicus is shown to have a great interest in the discovery of the New World, as well as a ship being sent there to colonize the region. We then meet his parents, who don't approve of his dreams and say that it is not his fate to leave. Dominicus does anyway, but soon regrets that, as the journey is long and leaves him with a great sense of guilt. So, did any of this actually happen? We researched everything we could that had to do with the first Advenae, the creation of Creaturae, and the old Aromans. What we found was that yes, it is accurate! There has been multiple historical documents found from this time period, including a letter from Dominicus himself (and him writing it does also make it into the film)! But what about the people who died on the Rimor? Again, another historically accurate fact, as there were three documented cases of the passengers dying on the journey to the New World. So again, quite accurate! One minor detail that has been brought up by critics is that the Rimor was a twin-sail boat, not a tri-sail. But when you look at the film overall, it's clear that the writers and director Publius Horatius did their research! Now, after the Rimor crashes up against the shoreline, Dominicus is... For access to our newsletters, please sign up and join our ever-growing user-base of over 300,000!
  12. 4 points
    New Salvis, the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum Overseas Colonies August 22nd, Year of Our Lord 1554 Provincial Palace Flavio Burgellio sat at the head of the War Council, leaning back in his chair with his head rested on his knuckles, reminiscing on the steps that were taken to get . A nobleman’s son, he was brought up in the royal courts of Deopolis as his family vied and played the political game, hoping to replace the current Colombo dynasty. The Burgellions had come close to placing Flavio on the throne, having the support of most of the nobles, but needed the last necessary piece to claim the Salvian throne- the support of the Church. Flavio was thus put in charge of the crusade by the Salvian king and Pope Gregory IX. The eastern sun illuminated the palace board room, reserved usually for the business of the governor. Today however, it was reserved for the final preparations of the First Crusade. It had been just over threeyears since the crusade was called by Pope Gregory IX and his Iverican counterpart. Since the decree, the Church had roused support amongst the people, and while the Salvian king had sent a part of the army to accompany the crusaders, many of the fighters were a massive collection of volunteers, ranging from pious commoners, explorers wishing to see the world, prisoners hoping to earn their freedom, nobles like Flavio seeking political gain, and everything in between. The needed funds were contributed by noble families like Flavio’s, the Church, and other Christian nations- most notable of which were the Ivericans. These funds would pay for supplies, weapons, and the basic training that was sorely needed for the untrained masses that came. Many sold most of their possessions and left their families to embark on the crusade. These supplies, men, and weapons had been ferried across the Adlantic over the last three years, gathering their strength and preparing for the final crossing into enemy territory. A war map was hung on the opposite wall, showing the full extent of the Yellow Empire and its area of influence. While the supplies and men began to gather on the island, the leaders of the crusade- military generals and several nobles- met in the winter of 1551 in New Salvis to begin discussing the strategy. A week before the final landing, the strategy was being reviewed one last time. Flavio snapped back into reality as he sat up in his chair. The leaders of the crusade were ready to begin at Flavio’s command. He cleared his throat and motioned his hand towards the general on his right, who stood up and walked across the room towards the map. As he did so, Flavio addressed the leaders, “Good morning, men. This is our last meeting before we see each other once more in heathen lands. I turn the attention to General Cassius.” The general nodded before continuing, “In a matter of a few days we will cross the strait in into enemy lands, setting up a base camp at the foot of the Eastern Alharun Steppe. Lord Phillip, you will oversee the construction and upkeep of this base to ensure that the supply lines to Salvia and the outside world will be kept open. Generals Marcus, Godwin, and Lords Wade and Theobald, you will lead the men already assigned to you south and sweep through below the Steppe. Theobald and Marcus will eventually split from this group to curve northeasternly towards the Amharan capital, Godwin and Wade will continue the southernly push. The rest of us- Lords Randall, Otto, Leo, and Flavio, will move directly from Phillip’s base and make a push to the Amharan capital, where we will link up will link up with Theobald and Marcus. If necessary, help will be delivered to Godwin and Wade in the south. Most of the territory we are liberating are tributary states, so resistance should be small, especially in the south. Only strongholds that are loyal to the Yellow Empire should provide resistance. If by now the Yellow Empire has not surrendered yet, we will regroup once more on the border of Amhara and Yellow Empire proper, before making our final campaign in towards their capital, Anhuajing.” Cassius finished with a nod towards Flavio, and he nodded back. “Thank you, Cassius.” Cassius moved to his seat and sat down. “The fine details of this campaign are entrusted to you, men. Each and every one of you are capable leaders, and I trust all of you to step up to God’s call and lead these men on a most holy crusade against evil. Prepare not only your plans but your soul as well. Take up your own cross” The lords and generals rose from their seats. A priest carried a large crucifix and stood to the side of the doorway. “You are all dismissed. Deus Vult!” The gathering repeated the phrase after Flavio before heading towards the doorway, kissing the feet of the Savior before exiting. Every one of them knew that the other was not here for religious reasons or out of piety. They all were here for personal gain and they were all beginning to scheme. Flavio knew he needed to be ahead of them if he wished to rise to the throne. _______________________________________________________________________________________ OOC notes because I felt like they didn't fit in this post but I feel should be mentioned: 1) Christians from other nations are (obviously) present, but the majority are Catholics/Tacolics 2) Each lord/general is in charge of their own small army- a mix of their personal armies, the standing Salvian army, and volunteers thrown into battalions and assigned to a lord/general 3) Most funding comes from nobles and lords attempting to gain something from the venture- many of which were promised something by the Burgellio’s if they contributed. The rest is provided by the Salvian Church
  13. 4 points
    Michael Ross: Rosewood MP arrested in fraud probe Counter-Terror Chief says policing alone cannot beat extremism Finestra halts unclear marketplace strategy Michael Ross: Rosewood MP arrested in fraud probe MP Michael Ross has been arrested on suspicion of fraud, according to multiple sources. The independent MP for Rosewood was arrested at the same time as his chief of staff Sharon McDonnell, the Gallambrian found. Electronic equipment was confiscated in the Federal Police inquiry, the Gallambrian also understands. Mr Ross did not respond to requests for comment whil Ms McDonnell said she had "no comment". Both have been released under investigation. The Federal Police would not confirm details of either person's arrest. The Independent Parliament Standards Agency said it was a "matter for the police". Mr Ross said he was "taking time out for mental health treatment, and to spend time with family" in July and promised to resign at the end of summer recess after allegations of sexual misconduct towards staff. Consitutents have complained that case work has not been dealt with in the MP's absence, allegations Ms McDonnell denies. Responding to the latest news, Kathleen Parkinson, a member of the Rosewood Constituents Consultation group, told the Gallambrian: "We are pleased that an investigation is underway but we are still a constituency unrepresented and action needs to be taken to correct that." During its investigation, the Gallambrian uncovered staff running the MP's officer without the proper security clearances required by Parliamentary authorities. After the investigation was published, the constituency office was closed and staff formally given four weeks' notice. The Treasury confirmed Mr Ross had, in recent weeks, given formal notice of his intent to resign in September. Counter-Terror Chief says policing alone cannot beat extremism Gallambria's most senior counter-terrorism officer has said the police and security services are no longer enough to win the fight against violent extremism, and Gallambrian must instead improve community cohesion, social mobility and education. In his first major interview since taking up his post last year, Federal Police assistant commissioner Neil Prakesh told the Gallambrian that up to 80% of those who wanted to attack Gallambria were British-born or raised, which strongly indicated domestic social issues were among the root causes. Grievances held by people who were "malleable" to terrorist recruitment were highly dangerous, he said, calling for sociologists and criminologists to take a leading role in helping police tackle the problem. Prakesh, who is highly regarded in Bromwich, is seen as a potential next head of the Federal Police. His comments are a significant break in tone, if not strategy, about how to combat terrorism and prevent it from becoming a multigenerational struggle that damages Gallambria's social fabric. Finestra halts unclear marketplace strategy Finestra is halting its so-called marketplace strategy to refocus on banking and insurance, admitting its former chief executive's plan had confused customers. Announcing an 83.5 per cent fall in full-year profit, Finestra acting CEO Stephanie Anders said the company had been too ambitious and failed to explain what it had been trying to achieve. "Clearly there are areas where we haven't got it 100 per cent right or we haven't clearly explained our intent," Ms Anders said on Wednesday. "The more aspirational elements of the marketplace component of our strategy and the associated third-party revenues what were assumed to flow from those activities were too ambitious relative to where our business is at and the funds that we have available to invest." Customer marketplace boss Pip Harlon will quit at the end of August, with 15-year company veteran Lisa Stevenson leading a new customer and digital unit. Finestra will align its Gallambrian contact centres, stores and intermediary distribution teams with its banking and insurance operations. Finestra recorded an £494.5 million loss on the sale of its life insurance business to GMP limited, a one-off hit entirely responsible for the big fall in profit. Stripping out one-off items, full-year cash profit rose 1.1 per cent to £632.5 million, with revenue from continuing operations rising 9.65 per cent to £8.6 billion. The company confirmed it would hand another £278 million back to shareholders from the sale of its life insurance unit. Finestra, which has already distributed £57 million from the sale in the form of an 4.4 pence special dividend, announced an addition 21 pence per share capital return for October 24 and a related share consolidation. The total returns to share holders from the sale of the Gallambrian Life Insurance business will come to £335.5 million. Finestra shares closed on Friday, at 4.8 per cent hight at £7.27.
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    A New Day Kassus stood at the foot of the Eagle Chair on the raised platform. To the far right of him, Acet Silak, his most trusted guard, stood in front of him. In his hand was a polearm given to him by one of the Praetorians. He struck the bottom of it against the floor, requesting the body's attention. The small chatter that had been going on proceeding the election, went silent. The Praetor looked to both sides of the room one more time and began to speak. "Senators, many of you opposed me, and others here wish me dead. But I hold no grudges and seek no revenge. The conflict between us is over and we must move forward for as these are troubling times with continued political instability, increasing economic uncertainty and inequity, and a weakened military. Rihan is at a critical moment in our country's long history that will impact the course of events to follow. We cannot allow the actions of the past continue. There is too much at stake. I ask you to join with me to build a Republic that offers strength, stability and prosperity to all her people, not just the privilaged few." "The economy is suffering and the continuing division of wealth will strangle the Republic. I urge the Senate to move for the cancelation of some debts owed by the People. With being freed these burdens, they will be able to spend their Chaks as they wish. This will expand the economy, driving investment and starting new businesses. The Rihannsu will become a beacon of innovation on Eurth. To those whose livelihoods center around agriculture, many of them do not possess the land which they cultivate, but rather it is owned by many of you in this chamber, who live off the sweat of their brows. This cannot be continued. The Senate must take action on providing lands in which the People can prosper directly from the soil they till. This Republic will only reach its full potential if the People and the Senate are benefiting from each other. The People are demanding reform. They are calling out for an end to the corruption that flows unabatted. We must have an honest, equitable, and accountable economy for all. I will not compromise on this." "Rihan's political system has been plagued with gridlock and discord. The various factions within this chamber rarely find, let alone speak of, compromise. Faith in our collective leadership has dropped amongst the People. We can no longer afford political instability. The Continuing Committee will be reorganized to serve as a forum where all branches -- executive, legislative, and military -- can voice their concerns and work together on finding consensus on national policy. But the situtation is not just confined to the walls of this Hall. This Senate has long ignored the requests of the Assembly. We shall work together in addressing this disbalance." "Since our earliest days, Rihan has been at the crossroads of Aurelia, the road network our ancestors built was the envy of the continent. Follow each conquest, we expanded this network, opening up new lands and giving both our brave soldiers and merchants a fast and efficient way to move about the Republic. However, we have not kept up with our infrastructure. Our failure to invest in it has impacted the quality of life our citizens and stiffled economic growth. A stagnating infrastructure will not be tolerated. The Republic will undertake the greatest program of public works in its history: new roads, railways, sea and air ports, power plants, waterworks and telecommunications. In concert with our brothers and sisters within the Aurelian League should band together to fufill a longstanding goal to connect Kipan in the west with Shffahkia in the east by rail. We can put tens of thousands of people to work today. This must be done." "The Rihannsu have always been a martial people. This back to our days upon the Central Europan Steppe. It is in our DNA. Our men and woman have fought war after war and have brought honor upon our land -- new territory, more resources, more power. But over the centuries, with expansionism slower, our strength has weakened. This is an insult to our People. Rihan must not be weak. The military's organization must be restructured, the latest in military hardware and equipment in hands of our soldiers, and there shall be a greater focus on our navy. We cannot stand by while other nations around the world, including the Seylosians, bide their time, waiting in the shadows to strike. We will be ready for that day and they will regret attacking the Rihannsu Eagle. And for those who have served our illustrious Republic with distinction, we will recognize and reward them for their bravery and valor on the battlefield." "Strength is not just through use of arms but through words. Rihan is but one nation amongst many on Eurth. The Aurelian League's formation was a major milestone in diplomacy for the Republic and we must continue to deepen our relations with our fellow members in the name of joint cooperation and defense. But we cannot solely focus on Aurelia, but beyond. We will continue efforts that open up the Republic more to the world and thoroughly engage with the myriad nations, including those we may disagree with." "It is not hidden that for many tasks across Rihan, we utilize slaves: from mining to working in the fields to construction and general domestic duties. This is a practice that we've engaged in for since the First Expansion Period with the subjugation of the Zelvorians. The relationship between master and servant has gone on without question. Some of you may be aware that I armed Zelvorians to help us win the war over Enolia. The men who joined the fight showed their talent and bravery in the face of our foe. Now, Senators, I know many of you possess hundreds, if not thousands of them. This custom is below us and is no longer required in this day and age. We have hundreds of thousands of people underemployed or outright unemployed who are eager to take their place for a wage. Therefore, I hereby abolish all slavery within the confines of the Republic. From here on out, the Zelvorians will be a protected people with all the rights and privileges of ordinary citizens except the right to participate in politics." "Today is a new day for our glorious Republic. Stronger, and more united than ever before. Work with me and witness a period of unparalleled growth and opportunity. Oppose me, and the People will not forgive you. Together, the wings of the Eagle will spread far and wide -- Shad Elet Nakonrhadem Fraetan Narehviha æu neanemæl kroihar!" Senator Chevet then stood up and began appluading, and shortly afterwards, the most of the chamber joined in, the heaviest coming from the Suketh and Jaridan. The wealthy Nej'ahar remained seated, silent. He could sense their unbriddled rage. But he had time to get them to come round. Meanwhile seated at the tables of the Continuing Committee, Proconsul Enellis Vellon got up and joined the standing applause. He looked up at the Praetor and smiled.
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    Home | Orioni | World | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports Stricter controls benefit renters, not landlords O’POLIS -- The capital’s long history of low-cost living looks set to continue with a proposal, approved yesterday by O’polis city council, that will see rents frozen on 700 thousand properties for five years from January 2020. The city’s strong employment market, allied to the lure of green open spaces, have seen housing costs double over the past decade. The SPO, a majority member of Orioni’s coalition government, has pledged to champion rent control nationwide. But others are more cautious. Landlords will need to ask approval from tenants before raise the rent and the stringent regulations might deter developers from investing in the Orinese capital. A balance between business and affordable living is healthy; O’polis is doing a better job of discussing it than other cities on Eurth. SPO hopes to secure election victory with twin-leadership O’POLIS -- Orioni’s Socialist Party (SPO) has taken steps to improve gender equality within the party by adopting a twin-leadership model: one woman and one man will lead the centre-left party together. The Orinese upcoming elections look particularly tough on the SPO so Orioni’s oldest party is keen to refresh its image in an attempt to appeal to voters who sided with the increasingly popular Pink party. But Carla Kebero, political scientist and professor at ESU, has her reservations. “I think the double leadership can only work when it’s not seen as a desperate political move when it’s not seen as pandering,” he says. The idea of a shared role was, in fact, borrowed from the Pink; the SPO is right in taking inspiration but should go beyond just copying their tactics.
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    REQUEST FOR TENDER - SEA Project 1850 Phase 1 ATM ID: NSP/2019/01 AGENCY: Defence Capability & Sustainment Group CATEGORY: 35111300-8 | Submarines CLOSE DATE 15 OCT 2019 1200HRS (BMT) | STATUS: OPEN PUBLISH DATE: 09 SEPT 2019 LOCATION: BROMWICH, GALLAMBRIA ATM TYPE: REQUEST FOR TENDER DESCRIPTION: The Ministry of Defence and the Royal Gallambrian Navy invites suitably qualified companies to submit tenders for SEA Project 1850.1, Atlas-Class Submarine Replacement Project. This project is to replace the Navy's existing fleet of 12 Atlas-class electric-diesel submarines.
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    Teenager pleads guilty to carrying explosive device onto Tamworth bus. Police seize record breaking £27 million worth of heroin. Firefighters battle blazes across South East Kingsland. TEENAGER PLEADS GUILT TO CARRYING EXPLOSIVE DEVICE ONTO TAMWORTH BUS A teenager has admitted carrying a pipe bomb onto an Tamworth bus and will be sentenced in an adult court. The 17-year-old appeared in the Youth Court today to plead guilty to possessing an explosive device in a public place in March this year. He had earlier admitted to three other charges, including taking steps to manufacture an explosive device. Following Wednesday's plea, prosecutors agreed to withdraw all remaining charges, including one of endangering life. The teen was arrested after a report to police and has spent more than six months in custody. Police say their investigation uncovered CCTV vision, and statements revealed he had explosives on the southern suburbs route bus. Magistrate Peter Thompson remanded him in custody to face the KLD District Court for sentencing hearing in November. He faces a potential sentence of 15 years imprisonment. POLICE SEIZE RECORD BREAKING £27 MILLION WORTH OF HEROIN An international investigation has resulted in the largest ever seizure of heroin in Gallambria, denying vast sums of money to organised crime groups. Nearly 1.3 tonnes of the class A drug were recovered from a container ship, the MV Endeavour, after it docked at Port Hedland on 28 August. The Federal Police and Customs had ascertained that the heroin would be on the vessel when it docked in Gallambria en route to Norfolk (Seylos). The record haul would be worth around £27 million to organised criminals, and in excess of £120 million at street level. FIREFIGHTERS BATTLE BLAZES ACROSS SOUTH EAST KINGSLAND Fire crews have contained a fast-moving blaze that flared up west of Calbar on Kingsland's Scenic Rim, as well as battling busfires on multiple fronts near Kurunga in the East Coast hinterland. The Kingsland Fire and Emergency Service (KFES) downgraded its warning to advice at 5:40pm for a fire burning at Fraiser Point, west of Calbar. KFES said crews had contained the bushfire burning in the vicinity of Vicars Ridge Road and Coran Road where aerial water bombers had joined firefighters to help contain the fast-moving blaze. KFES said crews will monitor the area into the evening and that there were no properties under threat. It said people in the area would be affected by smoke, which reduced visibility and air quality. Earlier today, KFES advised Fraiser Point residents to evacuate in an easterly direction towards Calbar. Because of the drought conditions and a lack of water in private dams, heavy machinery is being used to bulldoze the fire front. Advisories had been issued for other blazes in the region - at Midford, Maryvale, and Tambor Hill. Meanwhile, in the East Coast hinterland, a bushfire is spreading through rugged country near Kurunga, with firefighters concerned conditions are gradually getting worse amid unusually hot temperatures and low humidity.
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    Hello there @Eulycea. I look forward to writing together.
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    30th of May, 2019 Ayalon The introductions breezed by like a blur. The Tikvan honour guard reception was inspected and complimented. Morra's hand was extended to both President and Prime Minister, at which one could either do the customary Iberic salutation of a light kiss, or could be shaken gently if religion or some other vague cultural nuance deemed lip and skin contact a taboo. Morra's mind bulleted her impressions of the city while she carried on formality's small talk with the Prime Minister. The weather was uncharacteristic of Northern Alharu. Not quite as humid as the Limonaian coast and not nearly as hot as Kaitaine's central calderas either. The city, viewed through her seat at the car, and described by Lasker's narration appeared to her like a very quaint and normally steady city, driven quickly into new infrastructure by sudden bursts of investment. Her impressions, could be wrong of course--but the contrasts of Sorot's traditional aesthetic with the post-modern dress of the tech and medical districts bolstered the idea. It was, in Morra's opinion, a rarity in this quarter of Alharu. Most of Tikva's neighbours likely lacked the capital and infrastructure Ayalon was sporting. Perhaps the only ambiguous note the drive impressed was the sight of the Aluxian quarter. It was a reminder that Tikva had somewhat open channels with the East. It wasn't so much prejudice, but more of a healthy suspicion of Eastern Argis' autocratic and unpredictable (putting it politely) tendencies. Morra thanked the Prime Minister as they disembarked on the Loem's promontory. Lasker made one last note of the Great Sakak--which reminded Morra that these people, like the Ivericans, still hadn't let the swaggering arrogance of the contemporary overtake them. Perhaps reverence, a certain humility, and identity was more present here than what Morra had seen in most of the rapidly progressing New World. --- 1100hrs 30th of May, 2019 The Loem Complex Nothing else of note prodded Morra. It was all tous los dias, another day in the Republic's diplomatic service as she was shown into the conference room. They had refreshments. Drinks, poured. Hors d'oeuvres, served. Delegations, seated. The motions of pretence in high-level state affairs had the parties were settled eventually. Lasker and his functionaries with Morra and her's. The air settle, the previous rounds of smiles and handshakes gave way to customary exchanges of compliments and comments regarding the tour of the city. As the pleasantries slipped gracefully into more productive matters, Morra politely shifted the conversation towards the first agenda item on her secretary's dossier. "While we're on the subject, I must commenting on how refreshing it is to share similar values of tradition and conservation. From one exodite-diaspora people to another, it strikes me as apt that we are gathered today to discuss the joining of our efforts to both recover and continue the preservation of the artefacts and landmarks we have both left behind on our respectively unique histories--that is the histories of our questing for a homeland." Morra allowed a slight pause to aid digestion. "The proposals we've exchanged are certainly the first in a long time. I think I preach to the proverbial choir here, when I say that mutually recognising the historical sites both our peoples have left behind on their journeys lend extra credit to international opinions when it comes to claiming and protecting said sites." Granted, the authors of the proposals were careful to highlight the criteria that obligated mutual recognition--making sure to exclude sites that fell into the sovereignty of peoples recognised by Iverica and Tikva. Cultural contentions could be messy. "We are all well aware of the Juddish people's long and daunting journey from continent to continent. The Iberic people do certainly share both pride and melancholy of the ardours--the Iverican government itself has already begun its efforts. An example being our induction of the Islas Ultramares into our Republic", Morra added. "That being said, I am eager to hear whether the Tikvan government has similar sentiments on its own sites previously left behind. Or perhaps, whether the Juddish people here see the Iberic people's historical values in the same light." --- Note: I must apologise. This took far too long to write. I do hope we can continue. Naturally, as you've been so considerate of my schedule, I hope you'll take as much time as you need to complete your more important RL responsibilities. I do not think such a delay as mine will happen again on my end!
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    To: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion @Tagmatium Rules From: His Eminence Archbishop Patrick Saulius through Leo J. Conway of the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum Brother in Christ, A furthering of our relationship is only beneficial to our goals. United through our shared ideals- tradition, family, courage, faith, and strength- Salvia and Tagmatium will prosper for years to come. I and the people of Salvia wholeheartedly agree with your assessment surrounding the environment. God gave humans free reign over His domain and to mistreat it is to betray His Trust and go against His will- two grave sins. As such, the Saulius administration pressured members of the Concilio Populi to accept the Laren Treaty adaptation proposed a few weeks ago, which will go into effect in the next couple years. Our nations will lead as examples through the 21st century as saviors of God’s creation. At the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion’s request, a diplomatic envoy will be sent to Tagmatika to discuss and iron out a special deal from which both our nations will benefit from. The promotion of economic cooperation, easing of visa restrictions and encouraging immigration, and greater cultural and national cooperation between our nations must be discussed and will be in due time. May Christ be forever with you, Minister of the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum’s Trade and Finances Leo Conway
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    Home | World | Salvia | Business | Politics | Opinion | Tech | Entertainment l Sports  DM Vernon McCoy: Salvia is ‘very interested’ in joining TRIDENT Joshua Behr Defense Minister Vernon McCoy has stated that the Saulius Administration wants to pursue TRIDENT membership In a statement yesterday afternoon, Defense Minister Vernon McCoy stated that the Saulius administration has been seeking to join the multinational TRIDENT alliance for ‘a few months now.’ “Salvia wants to maintain the safety of its citizens and its interests at home and abroad. We already have ties to key members of TRIDENT in @Iverica and @Gallambria. It’s time we move forward and put Salvia on the international stage.” He continued, “We’ve been very interested in joining TRIDENT for a while, a few months now. The Saulius Administration believes it’s the best move for Salvia to take right now, I think TRIDENT could use another naval-focused nation in the alliance. TRIDENT, or the Tricontinental Defense Treaty, is a joint military alliance between Gallambria, @Variota, @Girkmand, @Andalla, @Prymont, and Iverica. Their most notable operations have been mainly internal besides the Verde Sea Blockade in which TRIDENT forces were mobilized to blockade the Verde Sea due to Ahranian aggression. Salvia already holds close ties to Iverica due to religious ties, Andalla due to recent negotations and deals, and Gallambria due to their proximity on the continent of Marenesia. None of the participating members of TRIDENT have commented on McCoy's statement at time of writing.
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    Metztlitlalio Factbook - August 2019 (It's very basic) Basic Geography of Metztlitlalio: Metztlitlalio is situated on the southern coast of a large peninsula connecting Alharu and Aurelia. The northern border of Metztlitlalio is across the peaks of the Tapatepetli mountain range, with the capital of Altepetl Tekaken nested within a valley and two major water sheds. The climate of Metztlitlalio is that of a savannah in the lowlands and beach fronts due to the rain-shadow effect of the Tapatepetli mountains, however further in elevation humidity and rainfall increases with temperature decreasing. The average temperature in the lowlands is 29-30 degrees Celsius and annual precipitation of 12 inches, with the mountainous regions near the capital at around 26-27 degrees Celsius and annual precipitation of 25 inches. Basic Demographics and Economy of Metztlitlalio in Mid 2019: Size: 694,950 km^2 Population: 20,153,550 (20.2 Million) Average Population Density: 29 pop/km^2 Currency: Isatak Tliteposa (Isatak(ua)) Currency Symbol: .ℓ USD to Isatakua: An Isatak is 5/19ths the worth of a US Dollar. Economy: 124,395,840,000 USD (472,704,192,000.ℓ) GDP Per Capita: 7,520 USD (28576.ℓ) Ethnic Groups: Karisaslo 35.8%, Totasaslo 23.3%, Tapelt 12.8%, Yatotla 9.7%, Faloki 7.2%, Atinaslo 6.1% , Peketeka 3.9%, Other 1.2% Job Sectors: Primary (79.5%), Secondary (13.8%), Tertiary (6.7%) Literacy Rate of Adults: 89.7% (Religiously + State Mandated*) State Religion Adherence: 80.2% (State Mandated*) *Not within Autonomous regions. The vast majority work in the mining and farming sector, the largest exports from Metztlitlalio being refined metals, predominately Aluminium, Gold and Iron. Very little of the farming is for economic purposes and most farm for their family or community. Basics of Metztlitlalio Ethnicities: Metztlitlalio isn't one unified identity, as many regions have their own quirks and specialties. However the most notable differences are between the Karisaslo, Totasaslo and Tapelt people groups. The Karisaslo are the largest group of the nation, closely related to the Totasaslo. They predominately live in the Savannah and lowland regions of the nation as well as the capital's valley. They have a Mesoamerican complexion with rustic light brown skin and most have dark black hair, being the tallest of the three groups at 6'2'' on average. The Totasaslo on the other hand, live mostly within the highlands and eastern Kalpolli, with similar complexions to the Karisaslo however are much shorter, at around 5'1'' average, with light brownish gray skin and brown hair. It's quite common however to see people with traits from both groups, as intermixing is commonplace. The Tapelt on the other hand are quite different, they still have Mesoamerican complexion but to a lesser extent, having paler skin and stand around 5'7'' on average. They use to live across all of the peninsula, but over the centuries became locked to the peaks of the mountain range, but after the fall of the empire, they came to inhabit a large sparsely populated region in the western regions of the country. They have lighter brown hair and are most likely the origins of green eyes in Metztlitlalio, as many Tapelt have green eyes. Basics of Metztlitlalio Government: Metztlitlalio is "officially" a Theocratic Democracy. However in practice acts more like a Theocratic Dictatorship with a high level of bureaucratic micromanagement of industries and religious life. Metztlitlalio has an organically-grown socialist/technocratic-like economy, where large private companies are nationalized and similar socialist policies. However, class hierarchy is still very much a part of Metztlitlalio and is incredibly difficult for upwards mobility in class. The Teōpantli of Purpose and the Monarchist Alamatli (Also Known As the Highest Temple) The High Temple is the most powerful body of government and has almost complete veto power along with the ability to sign in laws directly. Manned by the Archpriest only. The Teōpantli of Conscious (Aka the All-High Temple) The All-High Temple acts as the second highest governing body and is the only Temple that can oppose the Archpriest’s Vetos, although this has rarely been done. The All-High Temple is the temple that can veto or accept a Tekitl (Paper/Bill/Law) from passing that was accepted by the lower Temples, as well as create their own Huiac-Teteuitl (“High-Papers”) for the Highest temple to accept or veto. The All-High Temple is designed similarly to a technocratic council, with those who have shown to have great expertise within a certain field recognized by the nation could be brought to work within the council. Currently there are 840 seats. However it's incredibly rare that all 840 seated members vote on one Tekitl, as not every Tekitl effects every field, as well as most of the 840 seats have 2 members. The Teōpantli of Order (Aka the Commoner Temple) All members in the Commoner Temple are voted in by their respective Kalpōlli (Similar to a Province or a State). With the Capital of Grand Āltepētl having 12 representatives from the 12 Kampan. Which has been greatly criticised giving the capital too much power, and in the future plans to reduce it to 8, although all Tekitl have been veto’d by the Highest and All-High Temples. Every 6 years, the Kalpōlli hold their votes for their new representatives, and the Kampan every 4 years. Historic Sections of Metztlitlalio and surrounding lands: Metztli's history can be split into 5 'ages': -The Forgotten Age (Āmatlalakēsekwatiositla) -The City's Age (Altepetltiositla) -The New Age (Yankukitiositla) -The Broken Age (Nokusekwatiositla) -The Modern Age (Yankukisitla) Āmatlalakēsekwatiositla. Not much is known about the Forgotten Age due to scarcity of artifacts and evidence. However the very basics can be hypothesized. It is theorized that in 30,000BCE the first inhabitants of the peninsula arrived (the Pre-Proto-Tapelt) via the Old Marenesians in the early 30,000s BCE. The only known structures by the Pre-Proto-Tapelt are within the savannah plains of the lowlands, giving credence to the theory that the mountain range itself was not inhabited until the arrival of the Proto-Tapelt. The Forgotten Age ends around early 2,000s BCE, when the Proto-Tapelt arrive from the northern coast of the Manamana Bay. Altepetltiositla The City Age begins around late 2,000s BCE, with the finished migrations of the Proto-Tapelt and the likely extinction of the Pre-Proto-Tapelt due to integration both culturally and genetically, as well as hostility between groups. But by 1900 BCE, the Proto-Tapelt had established city states across the coastline of the peninsula and further west. Many of the city states fought among one another, however besides a couple surviving documents, not much is known about this time period. However around 800 BCE, many of the cities collapsed due to as of yet unknown causes as many of the ruins of the oldest cities date to this time period. The most accepted theory is that a devastating plague swept through the cities, and with most cities collapsing, the intricate trading system and economies fell soon after, and domino effected until almost every city vanished within less than a lifetime. At this time migrations into the mountains occurred, it is believed this was due to many fleeing the anarchy that came to the lowlands, as by 650 BCE, new cities begun to emerge, many of them in the mountain valleys near rivers and by 550 BCE cities in the lowlands had begun to re-emerge. Beyond this point, substantial evidence for civilizations are more plentiful. Within the 200-300 year gap, the Proto-Tapelt had diverged into the Old Tapelt and the Nikan'tlakatlpeketeka (or Peketeka for short) However, by 100 CE the Tapelt and Peketeka city states had plateaued in power and influence on their respected regions, and only a hundred years later, the Proto-Aslo begun their migration from the southern coast of Alharu, by 300 CE had conquered the northern half of the peninsula from the Peketeka and in 450 CE, the entirety of the peninsula was under Proto-Aslo dominance. Who themselves had begun to establish their own cities and river-based empires. The City Age is determined to end around 800 CE, when the first Archpriest was declared ruler of the many cities, as their religious figure. Yankukitiositla The New Age (Or a more accurate translated, the Newed Age) lasted from around 800 CE to 1628 CE. In the early centuries of The New Age, there were many Tlalotlatoni and City States vying for power, whilst in the mountains, the Archpriest had their own state, looking down upon the nations. From historical scriptures, it is estimated to have been 450 Tlalotlatonime by the start of The New Age, but over time the larger Tlalotlatonime conquered and merged with the other nations and city states until by 1350 CE, there were only a handful of Tlalotlatonime left and several city states. In the Great Brother's War, Tlalotlatonimetztli and it's allies conquered the remaining great powers, forming the Crescent Empire and merging the role of Archpriest and Emperor. By 1580 the empire had full control over the peninsula and the southern coast of Alharu, however by that time the Limonaia had contacted and begun to push out the Crescent Empire, and due to great plagues from Europan and Limonaian traders and soldiers, for many centuries the Crescent Empire fought several wars against Limonaia, until 1852. Nokusekwatiositla The Broken Age makes up the time period between 1852 to 2009. Within that time, the Tapelt migrated down from the mountains into the western parts of the peninsula, In 1852, Limonaia had successfully conquered the Crescent Empire, renaming it Metztlitlalio (after the shoddy translation of the local's name), with the Archpriest as a puppet leader. In that time, many Limonaians migrated into the nation, bringing Fulgi workers to mine the iron-rich lands in the south. Despite the Limonaian civil war in the early 1900s, Metztlitlalio remained a colony due to the naval presence able to hold the colony down, however by 1945, Metztli temporarily gained independence for several years but was reconquered by the fascist-held still-democratic Limonaia in 1947, which encourages migration of Limonaians to the colony. But with the deposition of the fascists in 1976, Metztlitlalio was given independence in 1977. However due to nationalist growth post-independence, Tapelt groups begun to rise up and by 1995 Agilnaj declared independence from Metztlitlalio, the civil war was relatively peaceful compared to others at the time, with only sparse isolated conflicts, and by 2009 peace was achieved with the help of Limonaia and it's expats of Limonaians and Fulgis. The formation of the Autonomous Kalpolli of Tlaloakila, Autonomous Kapolli of Yatotla, and the Autonomous Kapolli of Faloki. Due to their help, ethnic tensions between the Aslo and the Fulgis and Limonaians has subsided for a more peaceful approach. Yankukisitla The Modern Year makes up 2009-Present and is seen as Metztlitlalio's slow growth back towards greatness. But who knows what the future has in store for the nation...
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    Hel na Bærhiedæsnen From the Office of the Foreign Minister Re: Embassay and Pre-Arranged Research Trip To: Oqixatlitetl Yanakiksitla'tosollo, Ixeloyanakiksitla This notice hereby shall serve as the official statement that the Rihannsu embassy will begin construction next month in your capital. As communicated previously, the role of Ambassador has been given to Kara Sukina, who is on her way as we transmit this message. She will oversee its construction and be responsible for the academics who will be visiting following the completion of the embassy. Please forward us any paperwork they need to fill out so that the processing on both our sides can be done as smoothly as possible. Thank you and we look forward back for everyone.
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    Sounds like you need it. Have fun!
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    Hello everyone! I've been roleplaying on NationStates on and off since about 2015 and have been searching since for an active and quality roleplay community on NS. Seems like I finally found it! I'm looking forward to getting to know you all here and on the regional Discord!
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    Yes. That may need some tweaking, as I have not been able to put any input whatsoever on that before that content was added.
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    Previously: When SSO agent "Shrike" offers him a chance to settle an old score with "Kingfisher", now an alleged traitor, Captain Santiago becomes embroiled in a cloak-and-dagger game between the Duchy of Verde and his homeland, the Republic of Iverica. Santiago fails to prevent Kingfisher's assassination of the Vasqqan head of state, Subiri, but manages to confront and defeat Kingfisher in the storm drains of the Vasqqan capital. However, after a watery intervention gives Kingfisher a chance to speak, Santiago quickly learns that his mark, Kingfisher, is no traitor at all, but a double agent still loyal to Iverica. Forging an uneasy alliance with Kingfisher, Santiago must confront Shrike, the real traitor who had masterminded the debacle in hopes of recovering the sensitive documents Shrike has just now gained possession of--but first, there is a small matter of overcoming the suspicions of Vasqqan terrorist leader Teresa. Not to mention the gun she has trained on Santiago's head. Note: Small error in the previous post (CIII P1), The header says the scene takes place in "Porto Verde". It does not, Porto Verde is in the Duchy of Verde, where the traitor Shrike plans to hand over his captured docs. The real location is Vilvau Storm Drains, where we resume our story... A UNION DIVIDED | CHAPTER III, PART 2 1410hrs 17th of October, 2018 Vilvau Storm Drains Everyone paused for a moment. Santiago could still feel the sweat and sluice water trickling down his face. Santiago considered the she-wolf. The terrorist still had her weapon leveled at both men. Santiago spared Kingfisher a glance. He looked mildly perturbed at best, nursing his likely smarting face, where his sharp Narvic nose was bent at an off angle. Despite his decade in SOAR, Santiago knew the situation was precarious enough to warrant a prudent anxiety. It seemed that the lady had gotten them on the back foot. If Kingfisher was playing cool, he better have a plan. "In case you missed the cue", Teresa began. "This is the part where you tell me everything", she said, slowly cycling the charging handle of the carbine halfway back and examining the round chambered within. Kingfisher realigned his nose. A soft click was audible when the ligament reset itself. "Everything? Volumes, really. Which part first?" Kingfisher answered. His voice was low, the tone a touch gentle. Teresa frowned slightly. "The part where this pútero got involved", she jerked the carbine in Santiago's direction, where the SOAR officer was frozen, coldly considering Teresa through his unhandsome squashed features. "Involved?... Involved… No. Not quite. Stumbled, perhaps", Kingfisher replied, slowly, but more seriously now. Teresa looked mildly annoyed. But Kingfisher continued. "Truthfully? He's still supposed to kill us. Probably will. Especially me. Slowly.", Kingfisher said, as though Santiago had at most, owed him a swift kick in the rear rather than a slow death by bisection. Santiago could feel the heat in his temple rising. That skinny dicked little bird-faced bastard! "Then why--", Teresa began. "Though--", Kingfisher interjected. "--he won't. Not now. Not while we have a bigger threat to both Vasqqa and his Iverica. Perhaps you thought he was sent in to retrieve me? That I was somehow a triple agent?" Santiago looked on. Teresa just glared mutely. "It is very reasonable", Kingfisher admitted. "Myself, a traitor SSO agent. In your ranks? Coming to Vasqqan terrorists for a way out--freedom from a life of false-facing and moral ambiguity? Odd, you might think. How many human beings really want that?" Teresa was as still as a mannequin. The sluice water dripped from her soaked amber locks. "I know you'll need to find out for yourself. Nothing I'm going to say is going to make you buy my word. That I truly want out of this life. But perhaps you'll listen to your own judgement instead" Kingfisher paused. Santiago thought he saw Teresa twitch a fraction. "Santiago was duped into getting me and stealing our cell's intel so the Verdense can cuckoo Iverica out of Vasqqa. Right now, there's a rogue SSO handler out there about to defect to the Verdense and turn this situation into a bigger mess than it already is. You saw it yourself, he was quick to turn his gun on them the moment he knew that fact. If the Verdense aren't stopped, it will be like the 80's all over again. Santiago and I both agree that isn't a winning outcome for 2 out of the 3 parties involved. The question now is--what say you, Teresa?" Teresa responded sharply. "I say I shoot that Iverican rat over there. Or I shoot you both and forget about everything.", she replied, an edge in her voice. "Then what? You saw it yourself. Iverica--", Kingfisher gestured to Santiago. "--and those defectors shooting at us earlier are clearly not friends. Contact our cell, we should be close enough to the surface for a signal. There's been a raid, they've taken our drives. What do you think the defectors are going to do with those? Scan them for nudes?" "It's up to you Teresa. The skin is in your field." Teresa nodded slowly. Kingfisher huffed blood from his nose. Santiago tensed. "I think I'll shoot you both." --- Your sister's a mister.
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    The Death of Praetor Darok The sun was setting over the capital of Dartha. Outside the limits, Kassus' soldiers were easing into a night of encampment. The legionary cooks had prepared a special roast for them over the modest soup-like rations they had been receiving for what felt like an eternity. The animals were provided by nearby farmers who had no love of their current Praetor, nor of their greedy landlords of whom were close to the leadership. Above the encampments was Kassus' command tent where he, his second-in-command, and his closest soldiers, those who would form the foundation of his new Praetorian Guard, met to discuss the events that would be unfolding the next morning. "...Acet, Tiram, and Xabar, the three of you will escort me to the city limits. Everyone else will utilize this sewer entrance and make their way to the center of the city using the tunnels..." "What if we get caught?" "You won't. Vabon has been keeping tabs on your intended route and there haven't been any City Guards down there in two weeks." "But tomorrow is the beginning of the festival, they could mix it up." He sighed, "if you do meet any resistance. Show them this," he said, handing the most senior of them his seal. "If they dare to fight back, kill them." The soldier nodded. "Do not use your weapons unless you have to, is that understood?" he questioned. They all nodded in acknowledgement. "The four of us," he continued, "will enter the city and go along the Via Chula. According to a senatorial friend, we will not be stopped by the contingent there. The City Guard and the small garison of Praetorians have already been paid off." "As we proceed down the road, word of my arrival will spread across the city which will force the guards to leave their posts to contain the crowds. This should be more than sufficient to allow all of you to make your way to the sewers directly beneath the Hall of State. You will wait there until I give the order." "Meanwhile, I will enter the Forum of Caliax and with the backing of the people, now at a frenzy, ascend the steps and enter the Hall of State. Darok has ordered a special session of the Senate to convene prior to the official opening of the Festival. Senators Chevet and Vellon will greet me. Vellon will hide me in a side conference room while Chevet will sneak down to let you all into the building here," he pointed to the schematics of the Hall. It was very odd that he managed to have this level of information on hand. In the name of taking power, he traded quite a few favors to the Phi'Tlaru Chairman. Koval was a dangerous man to deal with. Kassus had already made a mental note to 'replace' him in due time. "Once I've been informed that you are all in your positions, Vellon wrap upon the doors of the chamber. The Praetorians on both sides of the door are on our side. The three of us," he motioned, "keep your hands close to your Vrelnecs." He paused for a moment. "There is no telling what will happen the moment we go into the Senate hall." They nod. "We will expose his henious crimes...and punish him accordingly." He eyed his sharp Vrelnec and picked it up off the table. He ran his fingers along it for a moment and tested the point. "Very sharp," he said with a grim smile. "We move out after sunrise tomorrow morning, dismissed." The group of twenty-five men broke up and returned to their positions throughout the rapidly constructed fort. He summoned Varak to give her the order of the day. "All soldiers are to strictly remain outside the city. No one is to leave the encampment." "And if we are attacked from behind." "We won't. Nevet made sure of it. He's led them on a useless excursion to the southwest. By the time they realize this, our business will be resolved." "Understood sir," she said. "There is one more thing," he said as she began to walk out of the tent. "I keep my promises. Effective tomorrow afternoon, you are hereby in command of the Tenth Legion. You are one of my closest confidants and you've shown your valor, befit the honor of your family, and you are as cunning as the other colonels but there is no one better than you to lead this legion. Make me proud," he said. "For the Republic!" he saluted her. Xabar interrupted them. "I apologize but Obisek wishes to speak with you," he said. "General, we'll talk in the morning," he turned back to his bodyguard, "let him in." "...when we first met, you and I clearly did not see eye to eye. This was certainly due to the...prevailing circumstances, master and slave. A practice that we've largely shed off. Not because we felt sympathic, but because of the People. Most senators -- aristocrats, landowners, business leaders -- care little for the people, nor for you. But since you've been fighting for me, you've shown me that your people are far more...than just fodder. You have skill. Resolve. Bravery. Honor." "Honor," he repeated. "You and your brethern have earned your freedom. All of your freedom. Upon my ascension to the Praetorship, the last vestiges of slavery will be abolished." Obisek merely listened. "However," he took a brief pause, "you will all be classified as protected people, not citizens," he could see his counterparts face change. "This is not because I don't think you absolutely deserve it, but it will be enough to pacify the resistance within the Senate. But do not mistake this definition -- you will have essentially all of the same rights, except for that of the vote...but," he paused again, "we'll see what happens. We are writing history one day at a time, and perhaps one day, that will change." Obisek began to walk out, "one last thing. Once I am Praetor, we will solidfy the terms of your release." He emotionless nodded. Kassus was alone now. He turned to his desk and upon it sat a file from an unknown individual. Its contents: Darok's crimes. His arrangements had been made. The time had come. It was time to put his plan into action. The following morning, the sun was shining, not a hint of rain was in the sky. Residents have quickly spent the early hours of the day putting up decorations across the city. Hundreds were already preparing the Forum banquet feast at an open-air kitchen site not far from the plaza. The arena fighters and staff were setting up for the day's matches. Within the Praetorian Palace, Gathan Darok was putting on his robes of state. It would the last time he would ever do so. Outside the capital, Kassus and his personal guards moved towards the vast city in front of them. Behind them was the Tenth Legion. They stoically waited to hear what would unfold within. The main group split off from their charge and made their way to a sewer entrance just south of one of the main access points. It was completely unguarded. Each man had their sword as well as a pistol. The three with the general had only their swords, out of respect for the city's customs. The group of four walked down the Via Chula for the last half mile until they reached the checkpoint. Forty-five men stood before them. Silence. "I am Morror Kassus and I seek entry into the capital." Their commanding officer, who had been paid two years' wages, decided to put on an act for a few minutes. "No such man is permitted within the First and Greatest City," he responded. The soldiers lifted their arms and pointed them at the general and his men. Tensions at the checkpoint grew as civilians observed from behind. The commanding officer walked away and faked that he had been called to his phone. He nodded several times before returning. "My humblist apologies," he said, "please you may enter." At once, the soldiers stood at ease. Two older men on a balcony saw Kassus and his three guards proceed inside and quickly rushed to share the news from rooftop to rooftop. "KASSUS IS IN DARTHA!" "THE HONORABLE GENERAL IS HERE!" "MAKE WAY FOR THE HERO OF PENVAR!" By now the old name for the Enolian capital had been completely stripped for the known language and the Rihanh name had taken root. He smiled and waved as they made their way towards the center. Crowds were building up along the Via Chula. As the crowds built up, the City Guard rushed to contain the situtation. Beneath the streets, Kassus' support had been unhindered. The group of four were within sight of the Forum and at their back were tens of thousands of Darthans, being held back by the Guards. He stopped at the foot of the plaza. He first looked across: the Hall of State. Then to both sides: statues of former Praetors, and of great generals. And then above: he could see a Mogai Eagle fly above. A sign of good fortune. Finally, he looked at his three guards. "We have an appointment to keep." They walked up the steps of the Hall of State, now surrounded by Praetorians -- all of whom had been paid off by Vellon. The heavy wooden doors opened in front of him. Just inside stood Senator Chevet and Vellon. "Foremost," addressed Chevet. He wasn't even Praetor yet but he was being greeted in the honorific title of the office, "Senator Vellon would like a word with you," he said. His soon-to-be Proconsul led them into the waiting conference room. Chevet used the back staircase into the bowels of the building. Two of his personal guards were waiting for him. One of them knocked on a door. Silence. Two seconds later: two knocks: Kassus' men were here. Chevet radioed up. "They're here." Vellon, holding the radio, nodded. The doors of the conference room opened up once more and the group proceeded to the very doors of the Senate chamber. Kassus looked at both soldiers. They turned and pushed open the heavy doors. Inside, Darok was just concluding his remarks on the festival that was about to commence. "...and in the honor of the Republic, we will prevail once more..." he didn't finish his statement. "KASSUS! There was exaspiration amongst the assembled body. "Seize him!" he ordered. The Praetorians did not move. Morror slowly walked down the steps and into the well of the chamber. "Ever the practiced military leader," he said sarcastically. "It is clear the soldiery, the generals, even your own guards do not comply. Quite weak for a man who boosts that he has such bravado." Darok had been sitting in the Eagle Chair above the Continuing Committee's tables. "I will not be lectured by a traitor to the Republic..." "I am not a traitor. I have fought honorably for the Republic. I have served the Republic, for the People. You have done nothing but corrupt it and violate the very agreement we made with the People...I present to the Senate the following evidence..." He would take the next two minutes to run through the charges: murdering people, war profiterring, bribery, blackmail, and the use of slaves from abroad through an undisclosed business deal. "...is this leader of high moral standing. Of resolve. Of authority. I think not." There were murmurs in the chamber amongst the Senate. "LIES!" "ALL LIES AND FABRICATION!" "I WILL FIND OUT WHO HANDED THESE FALSE DOCUMENTS TO YOU AND I'LL EXECUTE THEM AND THEN YOU, FOR FALSE PRETENSE AND INSULTING MY HONOR!" Morror would have none of it. "If you are innocent, prove it in an honorable duel, right now, in this chamber." Senators looked on. Gathan, who hadn't fought in decades, would not deny Morror. He nodded to a Praetorian to hand him a sword. Kassus' bodyguards moved away and each one stood in front of one of the stairways. Morror unshelved his sharpened Vrelnec. Proconsul Kota acknowledged each individual and restated what was at stake. "Fight." Seconds later, blades clanged. Kassus was swift, while Darok was barely keeping up with the blows. Chevet, Vellon, and Morror's other supporters kept a close eye on him. The Praetor, the very embodiment of the country, was a meak, pompous, greedy man. Weak, weak, weak. First blood was struck on Darok, a slash on the right leg, disoriented him. "I am the Praetor! How dare you!" It was clear that the power was going to his head, and his wallet. He recovered and redoubled his attacking blows but none were finding their mark and then Darok made a massive mistake. He had moved his blade to his left side. Kassus took full advantage and speared him in the chest with the sharp point of his sword. The Praetor fell to the ground. "No. I will not let this end like this. Praetorians! Praetorians!" None of them reacted. He was bleeding out. Kassus pinned him with his foot and prodded him to get up. "Fight me!" He removed the pressure but Darok wouldn't get up. "I should have killed you the first moment I got the hint you wanted the Praetorship. I thought we could work together..." Kassus responded simply with: "No, we couldn't." And then struck the final, merciful blow. Praetor Darok was dead. Morror's supporters were satisifed. What needed to be done was in the best interest of the Republic and her People. Other senators had mixed emotions from emotionless to enraged to silent approval. "The real traitor has paid for his crimes. The dishonorable leader is dead." Three Praetorians approached moments later and removed his body from the chamber. Two attendants quickly cleaned up the blood from the marble floor. There was total silence in the room as several bells rang out. A minor modicum of respect for a dead leader, even if he was a horrible individual. All deserved the proper rites. Under regular circumstances, the Continuing Committee would convene to select the next Praetor, who would assume the position following the confirmation of the Senate body. Things would go differently this time. Senator Vellon stood up. "I move that this Senate, in light of henious crimes of our former Praetor and due to the unsettling times we are in, appoint and confirm Morror Kassus to the position of Praetor of the Republic by acclimation." His supporters were clapping with approval. The remainder were quiet. Kassus spoke up. "Who will approve the motion?" he asked. Then, Kassus' other bodyguards emerged from their hiding places through the Hall and made their presence known in the chamber, hands on their swords. Then Senators Jatus Mavet, Milon Retam, Vicia Terob, and then Javos Turan stood up. The threat of his men and his own influence with the people had cemented his appointment. "As my last official act as Proconsul, I hereby proclaim Morror Kassus, the Foremost and Honorable Praetor." Kota then relinquished his position and returned to the benches as a regular senator amongst his Jaridan brothers and sisters. The members of the Continuing Committee would subsequently resign and rejoin the main body. A fresh crimson robe with a black sash was brought out by the chamber attendants. There was further silence in the chamber as he looked around the room and at the senators. He knew he had enemies in the room, others he needed to bring on his side, and others who he owed favors to. Kassus then turned around and eyed the empty Chair on the raised platform in front of him. He slowly walked towards it and touched the rich Shera wood it was made from. He looked above him -- the Eagle. And then stood in front of it. He was Praetor. Full circle, and he was only getting started.
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    "Elegy, book a flight to @Galahinda on July 14th." "Yes ma'am. An alarm has been set to ensure departure on time." Liên Viênxuân had always been a busy person, one does not become the CEO of Elegy Corporation, the most valuable company of the world's strongest economy by idling around. Her responsibilities had only grown after the introduction of the technocratic constitution. The expert panels controlling the former ministries, which had been replaced by departments, were formed by the individuals thought to be most suitable for the positions. Liên had been appointed a seat on the panel of the Department of Industry, one of the highest positions in the nation. Nevertheless, she still had a company to manage. Thankfully, both the fact that the panel consisted of more than just one person, and the amount of aides Liên had employed, enabled her to dance at two parties at once. Well, make that three. The invitation to Galahinda, a nation strongly influenced by corporations, would certainly be a good potential business partner. Especially now that high-ranking corporate agents were given a voice at tables that decided about national policies. Furthermore, a gala in an influential fashion hotspot could not be overlooked. After all, wasn't the latest ElePhone model just the best accessoire to any outfit? Certainly, this party would pose a great opportunity to advertise her company, tie new corporate ties and to deepen diplomatic relationships. Was there anything better for business than well-disposed friends and peaceful times? This party might be the business opportunity of a lifetime...
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    Hel na Talasagamdæsnen u'na Ekhiel ih'Sivas Dartha From the Office of the Transportation Minister and the City Council of Dartha Re: Construction of the Dartha Metro System To: Jochi Heavy Industries, Bogd Gioro, @Fulgistan At my instruction as Minister, and with the full backing of the Dartha City Council, your firm is hereby requested to accelerate its work in completing the first route, the Purple Line, by no later than Lior (September) 2020. Your firm is additionally requested to get all remaining lines in operation by the beginning of Brax (March) 2022. To aid in achieving this revised timeline, the Ministry will immediately undertake all design and engineering work in conjunction with Kovex and will furnish the final plans to Jochi to construct as soon as Brax (March) 2020 so that construction can begin promptly. To ensure timely delivery based on the dates set above, both the Ministry and the City Council will increase the available budget from 13.12 billion Chaks to 20.9 billion Chaks including rolling stock from Amosarr. We expect to see results. Venar Cherok Transportation Minister
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    A UNION DIVIDED | INTERLUDE III 1530hrs 17th of October, 2018 Porto Verde The Duke had chosen to shelter at the first signs of the gathering storm. Within the warmer confines of his upper study, he took in the blustering view of the northern horizon from the room's commanding perch above the boulevard. Despite the portents of even more severe winds and rougher seas to follow, the Duke Borbon felt reassured that every advantage was on his side. A matter of time and patience would be little bother now that his plans were nearing fruition. The Duke had furnished the Iverican traitor, Shrike with a capable vessel, ample intelligence, and the necessary resources for a safe departure from Vasqqa. With such advantages, Shrike would have little to fear but some freak accident in the storm and so deliver the awaited items with little difficulty. Turning to his desk, he woke it with a gesture. The flat electronic device centred on the mahogany piece chirped and brightened its display, revealing several choice reports. Iverica of course, had shown no signs of changing their play. It was likely that Deitorr and his staff had no clue that their Vasqqan operation had been compromised. Among the latest entries was news of Deitorr's government calling for a unified response, making it clear to Bourbon that Iverica had every intention of using their surreptitiously-orchestrated troubles to call the diaspora together. It was clever no doubt, to have used the two-faced Vasqqan Consul Subiri as a sacrificial lamb to hasten the civil struggle. The pro-fed population had naturally felt under threat after their leader was shot in front of parliament. Thereafter, the mounting tensions had led to sprees of retaliatory pogroms escalating to the insurgent skirmishes blossoming all over the Raqqan marches at this very moment. The fear of repeated history was no doubt scaring the bordering Narva and Galicia quite thoroughly. The situation and building terror had gotten to such a degree that Deitorr now felt safe to make his closing play--to capitalise on the diaspora's anxiety and call for a coalition intervention. Borbon's hope to filibuster the referendum would be overridden by the sheer fear of a repeated Vasqqan civil war. Any hopes the other diaspora states might have had of the situation stabilising itself would be quashed by the evidence of still mounting Vaqqan-Raqqan hostilities. Already, there were reports of mass mobilisation around the Raqqan Cordilleras and the river valley passes. But. But, for Deitorr's success thus far, he was about to fail one crucial objective. If--when Shrike arrived and bore his evidence into Verde's parlour, it would be the intelligence leak and political scandal of the century. The world would known that poor Subiri was martyred--any collusion he had with Borbon's own people would likely be a footnote if at all found out. The entire Ibero-sphere would be so disgusted that the Ivericans had indirectly spurred the pogroms that were at this moment, ravishing Vasqqan country, that any hope of an Iverican hegemony would be dashed for another century yet. Deitorr's government would be ruined and decried for the selfish wolves they were. Not the best outcome, as Borbon thought, but the one necessitated by Deitorr's stubborn wish to play a one-sided game. Borbon had given Deitorr a choice during that fateful meeting in the Ultramares. Deitorr had feigned acceptance when he actually meant treachery. Whereas Borbon desired an unbloody compromise, Deitorr had pushed for a gory dominance. That was his choice, and the repercussions would be on his head alone. The Duke once again turned to the window. Outside sleets of grey and intermittent jolts of lightning marked the horizon. The rains, falling heavy already and the winds, whipping as they were, seemed to only grow in din and fury with every passing moment. --- 1545hrs 17th of October, 2018 Somewhere in the Verde Sea The storm's noon reprieve had not lasted long. For the scant few hours of semi-clouded skies and intermittent rays of pale sunlight had once again given way to the combat between winds from tepid Thalassa and frigid Argis. After that brief calm between the hours of high-noon and mid-afternoon, the grey ceiling of cumuli nimbus had returned and sheets of torrential rain had begun anew, quickly gaining in volume and force. The Verde Sea, the plane of normally calm shimmering emerald was now quickly transforming into the battle ground upon which two eternal and potent forces of nature were to meet once again in repetition of the perduring clash of seasons. Most captains, at the sight of such turbulent skies, had prudently chose withdrawal to safe harbours. Ships small and large alike seeking the chance passage had wisely aborted, leaving but scant few reckless, or so-resolute vessels to tread the whipping waters. Among that few was the ivory form of a leisure yacht, its glossy hull of quality synthetics tossing and swaying in one rather lonely stretch of the sea. Spanning 110 metres from prow to stern and 16 metres at its beam, the vessel was sturdy and of a displacement to weather most squalls. Despite this, the powerful engines and ballast-assisted gyros laboured. Its turbines were not spared--and while most canny sailors would have dropped speed and ridden out the worst hews of the current, the yacht in question attempted its best speed to make some grievously important destination. Aboard her at the high pulpit of the observation deck, stood the lone form of a squat, but sturdily built man. He wore a thick peacoat over what appeared to be a well tailored charcoal suit. The leather dress shoes often accompanying the bespoke garment were abandoned in favour of rubber storm boots. He braced himself at the rail with one hand, but kept the other on a pair of range-finding binoculars. The suited fellow so precariously perched was known by the callsign of Shrike. And at this time, Shrike was wary. Wary for just a moment before, one of the bridge mates had remarked on the sighting of a small fast-craft which bore its course similarly to the white yacht. With a mounting suspicion, Shrike had clambered up to the observation deck. While he had dismissed his fears as improbable, a slight tinge of paranoia had called him to make certain. Certainty was needed, for his goal was within reach. His special cargo was securely lashed and stored below under guard. His destination was scant hours away. If his suspicions were confirmed, the stakes now, would be at their highest. --- Beginning of the end. In this interlude, I did have to exposite quite a bit. Given the amount of time that's passed since the first entry was published, it seems reasonable that some form of overall recap of the "strategic" side of this story would be needed. Re-reading the whole thing makes Borbon's POV in this episode rather redundant as its been narrated before--this is one problem of episodic writing. In effect, the whole story is less cohesive and readers tend to only retain the most recent ideas because of said format. Oh well.
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    Those designs look clean. I'll have to toy around with it first. Because there's no way to do tech support for an app that's out of our control.
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    Death of the King Just days ago King Stuart passed suddenly after suffering a major heart attack. It is unknown the circumstances behind the death, as the Monarchy has declined to release the state of the King's health prior to the incident. King Stuart's reign has been marred with controversy for the past decade after ascending to the throne. Many critics have attacked his government for being rife with corruption and excess. Numerous photos and videos have been released over the years featuring the King flaunting his wealth in the face of an economically depressed nation, adding to rising discontent among the general population. Even the upper nobility have criticized his rule with the Duke of Hastington infamously shouting at the king at court when he announced a new 250 million pound palace and gardens for himself. Had Prince Aidan not intervened at that time, the Duke may not have been alive today as it was discovered later that the King had ordered his immediate execution before being calmed down by his son. Following her father's death, Princess Margaret immediately retracted any claim to the throne stating that she believe she could be of more service to the Seylosian people in her current position. This leaves only the two princes to contend for the kingship, and it will certainly be an uphill battle for both. Little precedent has been set for the early death of a monarch, and since Seylosian law requires that the reigning monarch explicitly name their heir what happens next is unsure. Currently it appears the Prince Aidan commands enormous popularity from the people however his brother Henry commands much of the noble support and wealthy. On top of this there have been growing rumors of potential foreign influence
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    Ah, sorry. I thought I'd put that bit in the text, but I did not. Also, another possible location:
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    As a federated people of an Aroman successor, who probably had almost no interaction with the true Aroman empire except for a few wanderers who probably were mercenaries for traders from the Orient leading to the shores of the Raga, I can see why it is a good place to put Aroma. I see no issues with it being there. There are not many opportunities for it to be in Adaptus since he doesn't exactly have 'a inland sea' of some form from which it could potentially be placed.
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    "...this news service is now being rebranded as Shanaku per directive of the Communications Ministry..."
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    THE AURELIAN LEAGUE "Tomorrow Together" The Rihan Republic The Grand Duchy of Kirvina The Federal Republic of Shffahkia The State of Kipan The Matriarchy of Oyus (Observer) The Monarchy of Selayar (Prospective Member)
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    THE CARNIOLA HOTEL BRISA, THE KINGDOM OF EULYCEA In the fifty years since the hotel’s ugly concrete first graced the Brisa skyline with all the charm of a cement mixer, the Grand Ballroom in the basement, with its more traditional furnishings—well-groomed carpets, intricately-shaped décor, and long, flowing curtains—had nonetheless made the hotel a fitting venue for countless events hosted by King Charles and his predecessor. Tonight, instead of the ruling monarch, a man in a fashionable tuxedo stepped out onto the stage to the polite applause of a seated crowd. As he strode to the podium, he recalled a boyhood memory of watching some diplomatic event on the television at home between the king and his foreign guests, hosted in this very same chamber. He remembered marveling at the golden flutings on the ceiling that concealed the steel beams which bore the roof of this concrete cavern. Even now, between the stage lights that made his eyes squint and burn, he spotted and marveled at them again. The irony of the moment was not lost upon him. Where kings had delivered addresses and met the leaders of the world, the newly-elected President of the Democratic League of Eulycea, Blaise Albani, now met his supporters. Thanks to the wonders of broadcast television, it was now his face on millions of screens in every city, neighborhood, and hamlet across the nation. Maybe someday, some little boy watching tonight would remember his speech in this beautiful ballroom. That little distracting memory helped him relax his nerves before delivering the most important speech of his political career thus far. He arranged his notes on the podium and began to speak. PALACE OF SAINT GREGORY BRISA, THE KINGDOM OF EULYCEA “—Ladies and Gentlemen, distinguished guests, representatives of the people who have no voice in this country’s government,” the honeyed voice of Blaise Albani filled the quiet room. The balding man centered in the room behind an imposing desk put down the bland report he had been reading and looked to the television opposite him. “I have to begin by thanking the leadership of the Christian Democratic Party of Eulycea, the Democratic Party of Eulycea, the Youth Party, the Green Party, and the Socialist Party of Eulycea for electing me to this most important position. I thank them because they have given me the opportunity to speak to all those here tonight and watching at home—they have given me the opportunity to say I will serve you, the people of Eulycea. No man can serve you who hasn’t been chosen by you!” The television thundered with applause at these last few forceful words. The man watching at the desk retrieved a cigarette from his shirt pocket. The blue smoke that swirled across the room with each slow breath did less to obscure the annoying picture of that gleeful demagogue and more to water the man’s weary eyes. He had been working since eight this morning, and would not likely be with his wife for dinner tonight, given how many papers stacked up on his desk he still had to approve. The man dashed a few ashes into a crystal tray and rubbed his yawning mouth. “If only he knew how much more work the public servant has besides giving speeches,” he muttered towards the television. A knock rang against the mahogany door across the room. The man sighed in relief that he had an excuse beyond his own irritation to turn off Albani’s speech. As soon as he had done so, the door swung open and a colorfully-uniformed page stepped inside the office. He bowed low to the man at the desk, who replied with a silent nod. “Your Majesty, the Director of Ambroi House is here to see you,” the page said. “Very well.” He gestured for the page to show her in. The page bowed again and strode back out. A moment later, a woman in a fashionable suit appeared and curtsied before the King of Eulycea. “I must apologize for keeping Your Majesty,” she said. “Not at all, Michelangela,” Charles replied to his director of intelligence. “Tonight was going to be a working night besides our scheduling conflicts. What do you have for me?” The woman smiled politely at the king’s forgiveness and took a seat in front of his desk. He finished his cigarette while she gave her weekly report of the kingdom’s intelligence service. As it always had, it featured the religious radicals which had opposed the Christian kingdom since its establishment by those crusaders under Charles’ ancestor Bartholomew. In the past week a small cell of fundamentalists had cropped up deep in the hinterlands near Mount Tarsus. “What are you doing about them?” Charles asked. “My operations director, Scutari, has begun refocusing the efforts of our informants in the area towards information about this cell. He says within the month we will have their size, their identities, and their meeting location.” “What will you do then?” he said as he scrutinized Ms. Palaroi. “We will embed agents within the cell and certify our informants’ claims,” she answered with a hint of exasperation, like she was speaking to a preschooler and not the King of Eulycea. Charles’ brow furrowed ever so slightly. Her teeth always seemed to show around the corners of her lips, like she was grinning even when she was deadly serious. Her dark, penetrating eyes made that grin as sinister as a shark’s. He always felt guarded around his intelligence director, though he supposed that made her good at her job. “If Your Majesty permits it, we would then proceed to eliminate the cell and the threat it represents to the kingdom,” she concluded. “Are you certain this isn’t some group of underground worshipers, and not a security threat?” “Yes, we are certain it is a security threat. Underground worshipers, Your Majesty, are still security threats even if they aren’t actively planning anything. They breed radicals.” She said her final pronouncement so plainly that, while unsubstantiated, it still had some air of authority. Not enough authority, however, for a king, or any thinking person at that rate, to overrule. “Underground worshipers aren’t enough of a security threat to be ‘eliminated,’” said Charles. He watched her momentarily tense her jaw at his disagreement, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “I will sign off on your agents collecting evidence for a criminal investigation by the police, but no extraordinary action will be required by your directorate.” She nodded. “Of course, Your Majesty. The final plan will be sent here to be approved in the morning. That is all for today.” “Very well. Good night, Michelangela.” “Good night, Your Majesty.” He didn’t turn the television back on. Queen Margaret would relate the highlights of Albani’s speech to him over dinner. He rose from the unfinished business on his desk and departed his office not long after his intelligence director. The thought of Ms. Palaroi’s grin still gave him shivers. THE CARNIOLA HOTEL Blaise Albani rode both an emotional rollercoaster and the elevator back to his suite on the twenty-ninth floor. The speech had been wildly successful—his aides had been watching the television ratings soar all night—but it left his knees too exhausted and his nerves too wired afterwards to rub more shoulders with the party bosses in the Grand Ballroom. He had done enough drinking and schmoozing with them beforehand to secure a majority of their votes. Now that he had their votes, it didn’t matter if he didn’t flatter their policies tonight. The tides of democracy were rising in Eulycea, and Blaise Albani could afford to float comfortably while it raised him up to dethrone the king. Two suited guards at the doors to his suite nodded their salute. He smiled and entered, heading straight for the minibar. Drinking was always more fun in private. He didn’t have to worry about the liquor spilling what he really thought of his political allies--of the people he was forced only by desperate necessity to “I even have to socialize with socialists,” he complained to himself, more bitter than the whiskey he now nursed. He leaned against the window, watched the city lights glitter below, and felt the alcohol wash over his nerves. He looked at his watch: five past nine. His face flushed in alarm when he remembered, besides the minibar, why he really excused himself from the Grand Ballroom. He had a meeting with her at nine o’clock. But then he relaxed, placed his head back against the wall. She was the late one here. The phone rang on the coffee table. He walked over and answered. “Hello?” “Mr. Albani,” one of his guards greeted him. “There’s a man here to see you.” Albani blinked. “A man?” he asked. “Yes sir, a man,” the guard repeated. “He says his name is Michelangelo.” That wasn’t right. She said she would be here, Albani thought to himself. Who was this man? How had he even gotten up to the twenty-ninth floor? How had he not been turned away by his security detail yet? And why was he using her name? There were only two conclusions Albani could reach. Either the man was with her, or he knew of her secret meeting with Albani. The first annoyed him. The latter made his heart race with panic. He swallowed and made up his mind. “Show him in. But come in yourselves and watch him.” The doors to the suite opened. A young man as tall and thin as a beanpole entered, though his suit was hardly ill-fitting. That would be too conspicuous. Albani knew the boy was here for clandestine business. “Congratulations on your speech,” he greeted Albani warmly, extending his hand. As Albani shook it, the young man paused, waiting for the doors behind him to close and conceal the subject of their conversation. He continued in lower tones, eyes glancing sideways at the guards who had entered with him. “My boss says she’s sorry she can’t make it tonight. I have a message from her to give you, but it’s for your ears only.” Albani looked the young man over. His eyes were untrained in this personal security sort of thing; he couldn’t tell if the boy was armed. He wasn’t trained to fight off an assailant either. All he had was whiskey in his veins to put up a fight if the guards weren’t around to protect him. But Albani liked to gamble, and like any gambler, he believed in the old fallacy. He had already put in enough risk agreeing to meet; he figured her message was worth a little more. He motioned for the guards to leave. Reluctantly, the bulky men slipped back out the doors to man their post outside. Albani and the young man took their seats on the center couches. “Thank you for trusting me. My name is Fabrice Scutari. I’m operations director for Ambroi House. As you already guessed, my boss is Director Palaroi.” “Why isn’t she here?” Albani grunted. “Affairs of state, I’m afraid,” Scutari replied. “She had to give Good King Charles his weekly intelligence briefing, and this was the only time their schedules allowed.” “He works this late?” “He’s rather diligent. Makes him easier to distract with talk about fundies in the mountains,” Scutari shrugged. Albani returned to the point of his prior question. “I agreed to this meeting on the condition I’d be speaking with the king’s own intelligence director.” “You are, in some respect. She entrusted me as her representative. I know what she has to offer you.” “Go on,” Albani waved his empty glass. “She has a few terms first. She wants a reward for what she’s got to give. Once you take power—with the help of what she’s given you, of course—she wants to be the Interior Minister.” “A promotion?” “To full control of both the police and intelligence services, yes. I would take her spot as Director of the...well, it wouldn’t be the Royal Intelligence Directorate, but whatever its equivalent is in the government you form.” “So that’s how she got you to represent her tonight,” Albani surmised. “Precisely.” Albani rose and poured himself another drink. He raised the bottle, asking if Scutari wanted some whiskey himself. The young man shook his head. Albani returned to the couch, threw back another gulp of alcohol, then spent a few moments staring into his reflection in the liquor. This woman and her subordinate wanted hefty spoils. He could take solace in their competence; they were certainly going to be more suited to the Interior Ministry than any political appointment he’d be forced to make once the Democratic League had forced the king out of politics. Yet the deal wasn’t that easy to accept. Here Scutari and Palaroi were, in a suite on the twenty-ninth floor of The Carniola, betraying their boss for something as small as a promotion in the bureaucracy. Albani shuddered, realizing there was a strong possibility they would betray him once he was in power, if they saw the opportunity for self-gain. “It depends on how good the information is that she has to offer,” Albani ultimately decided. Scutari cocked his head to the side. “Information?” “That’s what Palaroi said she had for me. Information.” Scutari chuckled. Even if it came from a baby face who still looked freshly-graduated from university, it carried the same malevolent undertones Palaroi herself had in that toothy grin of hers. “Well, I guess it is information in a sense. She can tell you of a potential plan. But she’ll only execute it with your permission—and your guarantee of reward.” “What plan?” Albani ventured. Scutari leaned forward in his seat conspiratorially. “She and I can make the whole task of dethroning the king that much easier for you. It’s as simple as regicide.” Albani spat out his drink onto the plush carpet. “You can’t be serious!” he exclaimed. Scutari said nothing. “My God, you actually mean it.” Albani rubbed his temples. “You’re crazy. You’re both crazy.” “Not crazy. Reasonable.” “Even if you kill King Charles, there’s still two kids—two heirs out there,” Albani countered. “Prince Charles will simply become King Charles V. Once they find out it was you behind it, you’ll be hanged.” “You’re going to doubt how much thought we put into this?” Scutari growled. He rose and strode over to the window, taking a look at the city for himself. He spoke to his reflection’s sneer rather than to Albani. “In this city, there hasn’t been a single terrorist attack in fifteen years because of what our directorate does. What Michelangela and I, and all the agents in operations, have done. We’ve stopped every fundie and every wacko trying to bomb a train or shoot the king. There’s been dozens of attempts. There’s been dozens of would-be terrorists. They’re all dead or imprisoned, and not a single person down there knows their names. We are so f*cking good at our job because we think through how we’re going to kill a person. Or a family.” Albani glanced towards the doors, starting to long for escape. He really hoped Scutari wasn’t armed now. “They won’t figure out we were behind it,” Scutari continued. “You will be in power, and there won’t be an investigation. Charles and the whole family—Charles Jr., Margaret, Princess Lily, even Christina—they’re all boarding a plane for Ristua at the end of the week. One little missed maintenance check, or one fundie-sympathetic pilot, and we can bring down the Kingdom of Eulycea. If anyone will be blamed for it, it’ll be the ground crew or an insane pilot. You will express sympathy to those grieving, but announce that clearly this country cannot go on with John the Drunk in charge. The country will have no choice but to back the Democratic League.” Albani rubbed his mouth. It was well thought-out. It solved the problem of chasing every poll of approval. It solved surviving a national plebiscite. Most importantly, it brought down the time scale for democratic revolution in Eulycea from years to days. Yet there were so many things that could go wrong. What if Prince Charles and his wife Christina didn’t board the plane with his father? What if Lily Adrienne didn’t skip her university classes for this trip to Ristua? What if someone was sick, and the trip was canceled? What if someone discovered the sabotage before they took off? What if some investigator just thought it was a little too convenient for the entire royal family of Eulycea to die in a plane crash the same week the Eulycean Democratic League was formed? He took another swill of whiskey. There was a lot of risk, but Albani was a gambler. For this much of a jackpot, even a lot more risk was worth it. “Fine. Do it.” “What was that?” Scutari turned and approached Albani, who was still seated on the couch. “You have my permission...” Albani trailed off. He stared back at himself in the drink, wondering what he was doing. “...to kill King Charles and the royal family.” Scutari nodded, and extended his hand. Albani half-heartedly shook it. When he looked up, he shrank with alarm once he saw the pistol that Scutari had in his other hand, pointed at Albani. “I-I agreed! We had a deal!” Albani stammered. “We have something better. We have a plan.” Scutari, entirely too pleased with himself, placed the gun back in his coat. “If you hadn’t agreed to it, I would have had to kill you for knowing it.” Albani gulped and nodded. Scutari stepped away and towards the door. Before pulling it open, he bode good night to the frightened man. “We won’t be in touch, Mr. Albani. But if you forget about the Director and I once you become a real President...” Scutari tapped his breast, where the inner pocket and the gun was. “Well, you know what we can do.” Scutari rode the elevator down from the twenty-ninth floor to the sub-basement parking lot. He stepped into the passenger’s seat of a black sedan. In the driver’s seat, Michelangela Palaroi sipped her coffee. “So, did you get him to say yes?” she asked. “I convinced him with my youthful, charismatic idealism and then he nearly shit himself once he saw I had a gun.” “Did you get it?” she repeated. Scutari fished out his phone from his breast pocket, beside his sidearm. He tapped to stop recording, then tapped again to start playback. “Fine, do it.” The voice was less-than-honeyed, but it was unmistakably Blaise Albani’s. Even a little boy watching his earlier speech on television that night could tell it was Albani’s voice. “What was that?” a voice much closer to the microphone asked. “You have my permission...to kill King Charles and the royal family.” Palaroi grinned. “Thank you, Mr. President.”
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    Thank you for both of your quick replies I think that that sounds fine.
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    Okay. I'll have something up tonight.
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    Alexis Hall Archbishop Saulius finished his sandwich and wiped his hands off with a napkin. He burped loudly, then leaned over and threw out the plastic container that had his lunch into the trash can on the side of his mahogany desk. He was relatively free of work, so he decided to take some mail that he had received from his secretaries, who would usually sort through it before passing on to Saulius. His secretaries were pleasantly surprised when he had stopped by and picked up a stack of letters. Saulius readjusted himself in his seat before grabbing a letter from the top of the pile, which his secretary had made a point of taking as it was a letter from @Galahinda. Saulius couldn’t recall Salvia ever having official relations with the island nation, although from what he could recall he knew that businesses did business there. Fashion, if he was recalling correctly, was their major business, although he had no clue if he was actually correct in that assumption. He picked up his letter opener and slit open the envelope, taking out the letter and read it. He scoffed. An invitation to a party, no doubt host to hedonism, sodomy, and every potential evil known to man. Saulius tossed the letter aside and continued with his mail. * * * Bishop Victor Salmaria of the diocese of Pleinmont and Sark of @Seylos waved at the secretary as he entered the office space. The secretaries of Archbishop Saulius were all placed outside the closed off room that was Saulius’s office. There were 6 or so of them, each with their own desk arranged around the room- a few in the corners, one in the middle, and one right in front of the door, which was the one in charge of Saulius’s scheduling and the like. He looked up from his work before smiling back at Salmaria as he walked past, then returned to his work. The bishop walked into Saulius’s office, where the man was sitting at his desk typing something on his computer. Salmaria had arranged a meeting with Saulius discussing the current situation in Pleinmont and Sark and had decided to meet in person as he was in Salvia visiting. Saulius looked up from his work as Salmaria walked in. He smiled and gestured towards the seat opposite him. “I hope God is treating you well, Bishop Salmaria. Please, sit. I just need to grab something real quick.” Saulius turned around as he searched for something in a filing cabinet behind him. Salmaria idly looked at Saulius’s desk. It was a busy desk, he noted, with lots of papers taking up space, however all seemed to be sorted and in some particular order. His eyes were caught by an open note left on top of some papers. It had gold lettering. Salmaria flicked his eyes up at Saulius, still searching for something while muttering to himself, then flicked them back down to the note, leaned forward, and read it. A party invitation, from Galahinda. Salmaria’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He knew of the reputation of the parties held in Galahinda. And this one is supposed to be special. Dina Diva was supposed to be there. “So, Archbishop, you’re heading to Galahinda for this party?” “Bah.” Saulius spat in disgust, still with his back turned. “Nothing but sodomites, hedonists and heretics. It would be a mortal sin to simply step foot in Galahinda.” Saulius stood up with a manila folder and papers in his hand, apparently finding what he was looking for. He turned around, still looking at the papers. “Just one second, Bishop. I need to give these to my secretary.” He walked out. Salmaria waited for a second, then quickly stuffed the invitation into his pocket as Saulius chatted with one of his secretaries.
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    "You're not serious." "Well..." "Comrade Almas." "Welllllllll..." "General Secretary!" "Look, Bayanchur, I really need a break. We really need a break. If one more Takhan peasant comes and kisses my hands and thanks me for freeing her people, I'm going to collapse from exhaustion." "This is the worst possible way you could take a break. You know what the papers are going to say." "Papers, schmapers, Comrade Culture Secretary. We're going to Galahinda because it's the right thing to do." There was a pregnant pause in the office. "...how, precisely? We're just giving our money and informal legitimacy to a regime that is, in essence, Gongora's perfect nightmare." "Oh, I meant the right thing to do for us. Galahinda's a hideous place, but only on the inside." "Thousand-Eyed Buddha, you're really doing this." "I am! Look, I'm the General Secretary of this country, I'm entitled to have a revolution-free vacation once every half-decade. So there. You're coming too, so start packing" "What in hell are we even going to wear? I hate to break it to you, but we've somewhat fallen behind in the haute couture department what with all the "public schooling" and "free healthcare"." "Not to worry, my young disciple. I have it all planned out...cackle in sinister fashion with me."
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    Home | World | Salvia | Business | Politics | Opinion | Tech | Entertainment  A Monarch Chosen By God, or a President Chosen By the People? July 16, 2019 Joshua Behr This a transcript from a recent radio program that aired on July 14. As I walked by Alexis Hall, the palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze as I walked through Murphy Square in front of the entrance of the building, a group of protestors caught my attention as I walked past. I began to hear chanting from the group- a somewhat larger than average gathering of what I perceived to be around a couple thousand protestors. While it was not a large, city-wide protest, it was certainly a large crowd for an average day in Salvia. As I approached the group, the chanting became decipherable, and the words on the banners and posters that they held were visible. The police there to maintain order looked rather bored- their presence more of a formality than an actual deterrence. The protestors were passive, even if their message might seem threatening to another leader elsewhere on Eurth. Their request? The complete abolition of both Concilios as well as the presidency and the installation of a Catholic monarch. The historic relationship between the Church, people, and executive has always been muddy and unclear. All three seem to be supreme- sometimes only 1 or two, other times all of them- in a constant struggle for ultimate power. The executive- first under the monarchy and now as a presidency- seem to be the ones who yield the power, however answer to the people through the Concilio Populi. Yet, it seems that the people are usually willing to follow the executive with no resistance. Factoring in the Church makes it more complicated. A large portion of the population- 81% according to the 2017 census- are Salvian Catholic, and a majority are traditionalists. The Church also factors in through the Concilio Clerici, and let’s not forget who the Head of State is- the Salvian pope. Oh, and the current president and former vice president is also an Archbishop. Despite this, the pattern is once again repeated, in which the Church rarely sticks its nose too deep into the affairs and running of the nation, so far as they more or less follow the moral code of the Church. The three powers seem to be in each other’s way and isolated all at the same time, each supreme in their own way. But these protestors want a clear line drawn, and the return of a king that once ruled Salvia before the People’s War, in which the presidency was established. They want the return of a Catholic monarch to lead Salvia and the abolotion of any trace of democracy in the nation that has existed since the Imperium’s founding in the 13th century. As I asked several of the protestors on what they thought, consistent themes emerged. But one was repeated by every single protestor I asked- they want a Catholic monarch to lead Salvia to salvation. I was able to interview the organizer of the event and a chairman of a pro-monarch organization called Repartus Salvia [Salvia Reborn], John Valle, and ask about their stance and goals. Thanks for meeting with me Mr. Valle. It’s a pleasure to meet with you Joshua. I really do believe our message needs to be heard by more people in Salvia so more can learn about it and understand us better, and I appreciate that you’ve reached out to me for an interview. I just want to start out with a quick introduction: what is Repartus Salvia, its goals, beliefs, and why? Well, Repartus Salvia is just an organization that supports and campaigns for the return of a Catholic monarch to lead Salvia, and this is also our main goal. We believe that democracy simply leads to mob rule and is easily subject to the misguidance of a nation. The return of a Catholic monarch, with the support of the Church, would guide Salvia to salvation, especially through the coming of these troubling times. I mean, you look overseas and see these nations besieged by these liberal ideas and it worries you. Many people see Repartus Salvia as a radical group with extreme ideas. Some more liberal Concilio members have even labelled you as a threat to democracy. What do you think about both of these things? I mean, I suppose we are a threat to democracy [chuckles]. But for what we see as a good reason. A democracy is easy to attack, exploit and misguide a nation. It’s easy to infiltrate their ranks and it susceptible to indecision and making the wrong decision. A capable and strong monarch with competent and holy advisors ensures none of these happen. As to being extremists- if wanting a strong and holy Salvia is extreme, then label me an extremist. We don’t seek to harm anyone, just save them and Salvia from its potential downfall. Looking back on the history of monarchs in the Medieval period, you can see there was a lot of corruption in both the Church and monarchy. Do you think it will just repeat itself within a few generations, even if the first few kings or queens are strong and capable? I think nowadays it would be so very hard for something similar to happen. We have learned from history; we are more educated in general. Everything is much more open these days as well. Any corruption would be sniffed out pretty fast. And the old struggles of power between the sons of the king are long gone. Incapable leaders or other people in power could be replaced through some process. You know, we aren’t saying that we should be ruled by tyranny. Speaking on that last note, many people resist the idea of a monarchy due to the fear of a repeat of King Peter the Third and his tyrannous rule, which as you know resulted in the formation of the democracy and presidency we have now. What do you think about that? Tyrannous rule is certainly something to be avoided. All people are children of God, and the repression of their rights is violating God’s law in of itself. But if you look at the history of the Murphy dynasty and line, you can trace almost all of their problems in terms of their faults to either incompetent underlings or anarchists or non-Catholics trying to undermine the Imperium. I think that an alert public and strong executive can solve these problems. We aren’t proposing tyranny in the slightest- that's not what monarchy means. My last question: would you be willing to settle for the restoration of a “God-chosen” monarch that could work together with the Concilios? [He paused here, serious contemplating for a few moments, before hesitantly replying,] I suppose I could. I obviously believe that only the monarchy should be in charge as I’ve explained, but if it meant that a monarch chosen by God could once again come into power, then I’d be willing to work that relationship out. Well, thank you so much for joining me. Thank you Joshua.
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    To: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion @Tagmatium Rules From: His Eminence Archbishop Patrick Saulius through Leo J. Conway of the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum My brother in Christ, It is with great joy that I receive further contact from Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion, one of the sole lights that still shines on Eurth. As our two nations pass further deeper into a troubling and uncertain future, it is only appropriate and proper that we venture forth together under the Sign of the Cross. Stronger ties between our two nations are needed, and economic incentives will surely foresee this goal. The lightening of trade restrictions, tariffs, and other taxes are a good first step. Other economic deals should be hammered out in the future as we inevitably become closer allies, as well as special incentives for both Salvian and Tagmatine companies to work and prosper in either nation. To return the favor of the lowering of fees on Salvian ships passing through the mentioned locations, Tagmatine ships flying into Salvian ports shall experience the same beneficial treatment. While we should obviously discuss more economic incentives and opportunities during official talks, these promises should be dealt with first. The lure of economic incentives, such as less regulation and a priority of either nation’s goods will undoubtedly create a stronger economic, and therefore political, bond between our great nation. The economic benefits that will be reaped from either nation will only encourage our people to connect and become closer. Issues such as visa restrictions will of course naturally follow this connection. These economic trade deals only serve as the stepping stone towards a greater and stronger Christian alliance, that must look past our differences and focus on our shared traits- those of courage, righteousness, and wisdom- that will guide our nations towards God’s path towards salvation. With the blessing of Archbishop Patrick Saulius, Servant of God, Minister of the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum’s Trade and Finances Leo Conway Through the Trinity, we Flourish
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    This article was originally featured on Tuesday, February 19 Home | World | Salvia | Business | Politics | Opinion | Tech Saulius Speaks Out Against Communism, Other Liberal Ideas in Address As the clock struck 6:00 evening in Deopolis, millions of Salvians tuned in on their televisions and radios to the several channels and stations broadcasting the annual People’s Address, this year made by Archbishop Patrick Saulius. As Saulius exited from the main balcony overlooking Joseph’s Square he was greeted by a cheering crowd, and quickly began his address. And an address it was. Saulius wasted no time with formalities. He rapidly began to discuss pressing issues, influences, and problems he and many others deemed threats. He did this while also intertwining moments of pride for the nation- the economic boom, foreign relations with former rivals warming, and otherwise a generally great year for the people of Salvia. However, Saulius also kept coming back to a certain topic, that being the attempted modernization of the Church and liberal ideas, especially communism, becoming more of a threat. A surprise to many, Saulius directly denounced communist nations such as @Fulgistan and @North Dniester, stating, “These nations, their ideologies, are a scourge to Eurth and God’s people.” Saulius intentionally left out two members of the ICEB, @Ahrana and @Bulgenstaz. The former due to religious ties, and the latter- and more important one in the eyes of Saulius- in order to maintain good relations. Saulius has always been soft on Bulgenstaz, previously commenting on them before he was elected that they were “good reds.”
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    Unification Act of 2019 Signed Today the Unification Act of 2019 has been signed between Seylos and the Duchies of Eire, Pleinmont, and Sark. This has been hailed as a landmark agreement that stands to not only drastically increased the size of Seylos as a whole but manage to save Eire from a series of financial woes that have been plaguing the country up until now. Not much is known about what occurred during the violent negotiations and signing ceremony but it appears that the King himself has garnered the respect of the governments of Pleinmont and Sark. During the early negotiations a terrorist attack struck the Ducal palace in Eire causing a panic among government official and the military as any rushed to find out the status of the king and his envoy in the crisis. So far the government has only release that the king and his guard were involved in a minor skirmish in the palace in which the King was able to leave the area without harm. However it seems somewhere along the way that whatever happened made a sizable impact upon the governments of both Pleinmont and Sark who have also kept fairly quiet about the incident. Regardless the signing ceremony continued in the capital city of Sark, Weymouth. The King made a brief appearance signing the documents on the balcony of the of Seylosian embassy in Weymouth in front of the massive crowds that had turned up mostly in support of the signing, though significant numbers of people had arrived in protest. This is a developing story and we will continue coverage as news of the Unification spreads around the world. Already the Seylosian stock markets have begun to respond positively with inevitability of unrestricted trade between the former sovereign nations.
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