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    From: Foreign Minister Pietro Oldi To: Eugenios Goulielmos, the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion Your majesty, first of all, we apologize for the years in which Anatea has not been very involved in establishing agreements or alliances with other countries in the wurld in the past. Only recently our nation has emerged from a conflict that has touched everyone's heart and taken away a lot of resources and time that we could have invested to strengthen relations with your glorious nation. With great pleasure we accept the invite of his majesty regarding the establishment of embassies on our territories, giving you the opportunity to build yours in our capital, Solisea, hoping that our city will be to your liking. With this, we hope too that we can put our differences aside to create a stable and profitable relationship for both of us, in order to help us in times of need and protect ourselves from those who want to hurt or see a new friendship burn in our wurld. We wish you a good and excellent day, Pietro Oldi, Foreign Minister of the Set Party of Anatea.
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    THE DALSTAVIAN WAR May 2019 It is always thought that after a war peace should come, and with it also prosperity and knowledge ... but that was not the case. The long and heartbreaking civil war in Ruthenia brought Supreme Leader Kars Delai to power after 9 years of sacrifices, deaths and hunger. Although the conflict ended in 2009, the nation was unable to recover economically from the disastrous situation it was in, leaving the population at the mercy of the dictator and death. There were those who had enough of all this, that it was time to stop trusting the government and decided to break away and seek luck with other partners. The Dalstavia region did so, proclaiming its independence from Ruthenia on April 28, 2019 to join the Republic of Anatea. At the time Anatea did not want to allow Dalstavia to join, to avoid a war with Ruthenia, but limited itself to sending humanitarian aid to the region. Despite this, Ruthenia's reaction was furious: loyalist forces in the region began to prevent anatean transports from reaching their destination, even going to arrest the members of the convoys with anatean military included, while the refugee camps began to be bombed or threatened by the ruthenian forces. The situation was decaying more and more into total madness, and the only answers that politicians were able to give were threats. Fulvio Silani, prime minister in that year and president of the Set Party (center-right wing) repeatedly threatened to declare war on Ruthenia if it did not cease hostilities with refugees and anatean organizations in the dalstavian region. At first the message seemed not to have been received but one day, suddenly, hostilities ceased. Supreme leader Kars Delai had stopped any hostile action on the territory of Dalstavia. Did he finally understand that such actions would lead to a disastrous war for both nations? At the moment it is not known, but the leader has accepted a peace meeting in the neutral city of Sigta to speak in person with the anatean regents King Edward II and Queen Isabel II. It seemed that the war had finally been avoided, so much that the anatean population had breathed a sigh of relief, but Ruthenia had other plans ...
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    The Marenesia Conference, Stage II | IVERICA 1600 Charlie Time (+3) | 5th of November, 2019 Fort Beleturi, Salvia --- "Is it just me, or does this place feel... too Salvian", remarked ExecMin flunky Tomas as they passed a Salvian propaganda billboard. The small tour crowd had just passed the barracks, rows of Salvian personnel had stood-to for the inspection. His colleague, Quinto, snorted. "Its a Salvian Base you Mér-á-Capessa*!" "I mean, there's just something that feels comically stereotypical about this place", remarked Tomas defensively. He stopped, facing Quinto. Behind him, a billboard mounted above the barracks compound's postern gate loomed in full view. The billboard featured a larger-than-life Salvian crusader complete with tabard and barrel-like great helm. He stood in the foreground with a finger pointed in the general direction of the viewer. Whereas in the background, a city looking suspiciously like a Europan holy city of religious import burned merrily. Meanwhile, in the midground, an anachronistic array of mixed trebuchets and modern field guns were featured in various states of firing. Prominently, lines of Salvian men in uniforms from varying eras charged the gates with fixed bayonets and handsomely shaded musculature and jawlines. In large bold text, supposed to appear as speech from the helmed crusader were the words: "I want YOU to retake the HOLY LAND!" Report to your local recruiter today. Quinto squinted, looking around. "I don't quite see it. Whatever do you mean?", Quinto asked as the tour group moved on, passing a main battle tank with a large brass crucifix (complete with suffering Christ) welded on to its upper glacis plate. "I can't rightly say. The way everyone walks? Their accents? The way the place smells maybe?", said Tomas. "Can't you just accept them as brothers in the Saviour?", asked Quinto, slightly exasperated. They passed a prototype fighter jet that featured prominent nose art. Painted on it, a rather attractive looking nun struck a bold pose as she spanked a strangely dressed boy (presumably a heathen) on the buttocks. "I suppose I can. I just get the strangest nigglings from this place", acceded Tomas. Quinto shrugged. "I can't relate.", the pair continued in silence walking passed a line of cuirassed troops in attention as they received a blessing from a priest in woodland-pattern battle-dress cassock. The smell of incense from the priest's swinging censer lingered on the nose. * Mér-á-Capessa- (n.) Expletive. Literally: faeces on/atop a head. Semi-common Iberic expletive used to refer to someone annoying or unpleasant, as bird droppings on one's head might be. Likely originated from sailor's expressions during the age of sail, as it was common for seabirds to perch on yards and booms of a square-masted sailing ship. OOC: @SalviaThis doesn't have to be canon. As you might have already surmised, I'm f*cking about. I thought it would be funny. --- 17:15 | Alexis Hall After the cue from a very jolly Defence Minister Vernon McCoy, CCO. Ferran Arnau Macharius gave a very terse speech about the unity of the Marenesian continent. Briefly, but also sincerely, he addressed the delegation from @Tagmatium Rules (OOC: and @Seylos if he's still up for it) thanking them for their open-mindedness and initiative in being the first to become Partners for Peace. To Macharius, and no doubt, most of the others assembled in this chamber, it was a welcome breeze of sense against the stifling air of confusion that seemed to waft about the wurld. Macharius would later spare a brief thought to that confusion. There seemed to be an otherwordly notion that TRIDENT was out to get them or start rows. All the more ironic when, just 2 years prior, TRIDENT was founded simply a mutual-defence measure against WMD armed rogue states and Communist proliferation in Argis. Where these narratives came from, Macharius could only guess. For all of TRIDENT's existence, all it had done was stop a revolutionary government that assassinated its former king from sending a nuclear fleet into the Mediargic (See: Kirov Class Battlecruiser and the Verde Blockade), hosted a naval exercise to keep an Aurelian rogue state with a penchant for false-flag operations ion their toes, launched an initiative to standardise electronic communications and designation systems, and hosted a summit to expand diplomatic and strategic cooperation with states of fairly good repute. Hardly the league of nefarious, hand-rubbing, cat-stroking villains. One might even say that TRIDENT contributed to cross-cultural understanding and wurld force-parity. But, what would Macharius know? He was just the Capo-Comandante of the Republican Armed Service--hardly qualified for such lofty understandings. Macharius' speech instead focused on the great step of including Salvia and the Partners for Peace while also touching on action plans for 2020. Covering in brief the Treaty Council desire to exchange liaison officers with the Partners for Peace, the plans to hold further joint training exercises, to establish joint bases that could allow for member states to troops and support capability in an ally's part of the wurld. Lasting all of 7 minutes, Macharius ended his speech and gave a small nod to his aides de camp, who began walking the assembled plenipotentiaries and Council members through the amendments made in the Tricontinental Treaty OOC: Embedded the Treaty w/ amendments to this post. Big (finally official) Welcome to Salvia and the Partner(s) for Peace!!! At this point we can assume that everyone agrees to the amendments. Feel free to post your conclusions and perspectives on how this affect's your nation's bottom-line.
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    Home | Orioni | World | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports Checking wastewater pollution in Mar province MAR YAHOSN -- The Weledi Gulf Tourism Cooperative (WGTC) has called for addressing the pollution caused by wastewater in the Weledi Gulf and the Dimeti Barrier Islands. The Cooperative raised the issue of wastewater from tour boats and tourism activities. Pollution caused by discharges from vessels remains a challenge despite many regulatory efforts taken by provincial authorities. The Dimeti Barrier Islands in northern Orioni are made up of 67 islands that span 250 square kilometres in length along the northern edge of Mar province in the Amilaki region. The largest island, called Dimeti, has roughly 9.000 inhabitants, with an additional 3.000 people living on floating fishing villages off the coast. The island is the adventure-tourism capital of Orioni, with places to mountain bike, rock climb, hike, and more. In 2019 around 750 tourism boats operated in Weledi Gulf, including over 200 vessels that anchored overnight. In April and May, the WGTC invited two international experts to evaluate the sustainable tourism management and environmental protection in the bay. The experts concluded that the gulf wasn't threatened by pollution. Nonetheless, they did express concern over growing tourism numbers and ineffective waste management, concluding it would pose a significant threat. Both experts also hoped the province would soon announce the standards for wastewater systems. Mr Gideta Yelemi, the Provincial Director of Environment, said the department has asked the Council of the Environment to set national wastewater treatment standards that could be adopted by 2020. Mr Yelemi added that: "All boat owners understand the impact on the environment of untreated wastewater from cruise ships. They support the initiative to instal treatment systems on vessels." During a recent workshop with stakeholders from business circles and the provincial government, the Zuidhaven Institute of Technology (ZIT) presented several technology and management solutions to alleviate wastewater pollution in the area. The solutions are aimed at helping tour boat owners comply with stricter regulations: either having built-in treatment systems or using external treatment services.
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    For the past few days I have been creating an entirely new entity and creation to spawn as an NPC and collected feedback from some staff such as @Iverica and @Sunset Sea Islands, as well as regional neighbors like @Metztlitlaca, @Eulycea, and @Shffahkia, also speaking to @Seylos in playing a small part in the foundation of this new nation and would be NPC. Discussions will remain on-going because there is somethings that will need to be worked out and solidified. I figured given the positive feedback from this that I would post about it here so updates about this, along with the rest of Oyus lore, can be made and further scrutiny to harden my lore. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rsKjs06K5Z7mwFZhD1vhfDvMfR9dPTAUm9JVMOfY-bQ/edit?usp=sharing Earlier in this thread, I mentioned the removal of Limonaia from my history following recent events and coming with the understanding that officially, they will not be returning. Having been operating on the assumption (until it apparently being made official) this would be the case and being fed up with waiting on mere acknowledgment on the matter of history collaboration, I made a decision: Replace Limonaia with a smaller colonial power of my making. The reason for this is by having no officially approved history between Limonaia and myself, it also messes with my plans for the future, specifically expansion. Originally I had hoped to do something such as diplomatically (or forcefully) unite former colonies of Limonaia in Aurelia to Oyus, a sort of colony of its own. Removing the biggest common factor destroys any chance of that and as such this is meant to be a two birds one stone solution. I want to be clear for those already feeling nauseous of my bringing up expansion: it is still a long ways out given I am only just starting Chapter 2 of 3 in TMDM, which is going to be likely the longer chapter of the three. TMDM isn't the only project I will be involved in either prior to embarking on an official expansion. Expansion will not be so quick to come with little to have been written, with little merit. I want to be transparent with my intentions. Since I will be creating an NPC to help supplement my history, I am likely to be focusing now my efforts on polishing it's overall history first so that it can fit in with that of its neighbors and Oyus' and then polishing Oyus' overall history so that it can be set in stone.
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    Hello all! ^^ I would have a liiiiittle request for a little part of the map If would be possible to move the big island near the anatean penisula from here to there: mostly because i just want a lil island for an rp reason (have an only island military base/secret military base for one of my sub-plots of my country) and mostly cause the island there wouldn't fit so well, when instead if put near the other one already existing is more fitting because it seems a fractured island Of course i'm aware that relocating that island would remove some territory from my nation, but i'm oke with that so i don't have problems nor i don't want to have so much land at the beginning
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    “A man-eating leopard frequently breaks through the frail walls of village huts and carries away children and even adults as they lie asleep. They usually prefer to ambush prey, however; that is when they are most successful.” Excerpt from Man-Eaters: The Memoirs of a Professional Hunter by Khristoforos Iagoupes, first published in EK7400 (AD1892). Iagoupes was later awarded the courtly title of Protokynegos, or “First Hunter”, in recognition of his exploits. The most dangerous man in Ahromaneia was currently sat reading a book on a patio. The patio overlooked a large, neatly tended garden that spread away from a relatively modest villa, down towards a meandering brook. It was a rare moment of peace and quiet in an otherwise busy life and high ministers of state only very occasionally had time to themselves. He paused for a moment in his reading, put his book down on the glass topped table in front of him and took a sip of mixed fruit squash before picking his book back up again. After reading for a few more pages, he kicked off his shoes and put his feet up on the chair next to him. The book wasn't that interesting, not really – it was some trash historical fiction about a common soldier during the Octarchy, who through his newfound Christian faith was able to save the Empire from being overrun by barbaroi before his piety and devotion was able to sway the heart of the pagan emperor to True Religion. It was utter trash on a few levels – the emperor Auxentios never became Christian, not even on his deathbed. He reportedly died of a broken heart, all his efforts to reunite Arome dashed to the winds as the struggles between Methodianos and the other, later Oktarkhoi shattered the peace he'd striven hard to make. And the emperor had instituted an official persecution of Christians, something that had never been enacted before. Still, it was trash that let him turn his brain off and not think of very much for a few hours, especially on a day off. It was uncommon to get any decent time off and the Megas Logothetes imagined that something would pop up before the day was out to mean that he wouldn't be able to enjoy it completely. He did have underlings, of course, who would deal with anything before he had to but the sort of government that the Megas Agios Basileia had meant that it often required a personal touch. The old tyrant would come sniffing about sooner rather than later, demanding answers whilst sitting and staring. Not that he had any real issue with Kommodos Iakoumos, other than the fact that the man was in the way of the reader's own ambitions. The only thing that he truly had against him was the fact that he had split the Logothesion tou Praitoriou, the Ministry of Police, away from his own Logothesion some years ago. It had weakened his own power but it was understandable. If Kommodos allowed an underling to gain too much of that, then it meant that his perch on the Leopard Throne was fundamentally weakened. If there was one thing that the man reading the book had an understanding of, it was power. It was why he had worked for years to get himself where he was. He didn't genuinely care about ruling, or keeping God's chosen nation on Eurth strong, although those were part of the parcel. It was all about power. And, as the Megas Logothesion of the Logothesion tou Dromou, he was amongst the most powerful people on Eurth. But there was someone above him. For years, he thought that he could tolerate that, as he felt that he could predict what the old tyrant wanted or wanted to hear. But with this move towards democracy, everything was now much more unstable. As the face of the ministry that was the source of the low level oppression that every Arhomaioi faced on a day to day basis, from the grey-uniformed Esoteriki Epitheorisi Pliroforion they saw on the way to work or on street corners to the price they paid for stamps, he was never going to win any elections. So he had to make sure that there was not one in the first place. And that was why Pantaleon Tonaras was the most dangerous man in Arhomaneia. Not just because he wanted to overthrow the God-ordained monarch of Arome but because he had the plan and the means. Tonaras turned the next page of his book. He knew himself that an election victory would be entirely out of his grasp. That was why he was planning on acting before Kommodos stepped down. He was also cynical enough to think that this was little more than an attempt by the Agios Basileos to go down in history favourably. He had brought peace and strength back to Arhomaneia but it was at the cost of repression. Something that Tonaras knew about quite well, since he was the one in charge of doing a lot of the repression. Sooner rather than later, the Arhomaioi would look upon the rest of the countries of the wurld and think that they were missing something. Now that the country was being drawn closer to the nations of TRIDENT, they would see the likes of Iverica and Prymont and realise that they could also have a say in how their country was run. Kommodos was trying to stay ahead of the game by announcing a move towards a democracy but it was certainly going to be a managed one. The old tyrant was lucky that the loudest voice in favour of democracy was that fat windbag, Isaakios Niketas. The man was a strange mix of a reactionary and an idealist. He had slowly but surely morphed from wanting nothing more than a return to a sinecure position to genuinely being in favour of democracy. Of course, as with most people leading a crusade, he saw himself being borne aloft by worshipping crowds. Unfortunately, it tended to fall flat because he had spent over a decade whinging about how life was unfair to him on TV programmes paid for by his family's billions whilst sat in a palace. Now the Megas Logothetes was working hard to make it look as if life was unfair to him. The Logothesion tou Dromou was a very useful tool in that regard. Not only was the Esoteriki Epitheorisi Pliroforion a part of his ministry but post service as well – that was what the name meant, after all – the Ministry of Post. It didn't take much to find blackmail material on Theoktiste Hagiokhristoforitissa and get her to ask questions that looked as if the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion had got to her and made her try to make Niketas look like a fool or a traitor. And the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion had been left scratching its head, as it was exactly the sort of ham-fisted thing it would do. When it had adamantly – and truthfully – denied that it had anything to do with the questions, people became even more suspicious. After all, it was known that Niketas was effectively being bullied by his team of “bodyguards”. What other lows would Kommodos' regime stoop to now that the country was once again edging towards democracy? Now all Tonaras had to do was to curate that. Make Niketas more likeable in the eyes of the common Arhomaioi or, something that was much more realistic, less dislikeable. The pro-democracy campaigner had a resource of a hardened following, who had stuck by him for many years. Even though it had been undermined by high-profile members leaving in recent years, Nea Demokrateia was still fairly strong. To allow it to flourish again, all it would take was to lessen the pressure put on it by the Esoteriki Epitheorisi Pliroforion and reduce the amount of mail being intercepted. The book was placed on the table again and Tonaras stared down the garden, towards the rushes edging the stream. It was a beautifully manicured garden, with a natural look that only came from a horde of gardeners carrying out the actual work. The villa was an official residence of the Megas Logothetes tou Dromou, near Skouton. Surprisingly for the ancient country, it wasn't as old as it looked. The building had been heavily damaged by during the Civil War of EK7513, shelled and burned during a battle between traitor army units and the Tagmata, who were trying to stop the rebel penetration towards the capital. It didn't seem that Pantaleon Tonaras saw any irony in plotting a coup whilst sat where blood had been split the last time Arhomaneia had suffered one. It was a double irony that there were Tagmata soldiers here still, acting as guards for the residence of the Megas Logothetes. If they knew the thoughts going through his head, they probably wouldn't stop to drag him before the Leopard Throne, instead shooting Tonaras where he sat. Perhaps it would be better to put more pressure on them, make the secret police more overt and heavy handed. The people would end up backing them more, in all likelihood. He stroked his beard for a moment. Of course, that could well backfire – he didn't actually want Niketas to become a hero of the people. And, in the end, Niketas needed to be put back in his box or put under the ground without anyone giving overmuch of a f*ck. He picked up his book again. It wasn't as if Tonaras wanted democracy to flourish in Arhomaneia, any more than he thought that Kommodos wanted it to, either. The Agios Basileos likely wanted to be able to retire from public life and puppeteer any new incumbent of the Leopard Throne. And it made sense that the Kouropalates was the man heading the plan for a democratic changeover. Fillipos Kommenos was little more than a younger version of Kommodos, although with an ancient pedigree that made him much more palatable to the aristocracy of the country. The Kouropalates would make decisions that Kommodos would approve of and the pair of them would shape a democracy that was little more than facade on the autocratic regime. The Megas Logothetes wasn't criticising them for that, though. He would do the same in their shoes. Their plan, such as he saw it, made perfect sense to mind of Tonaras. The other player in Tonaras' own plan would blindside Kommodos. The Megas Logothetes ton Ilektrikon was thought of as a key member of the Agios Basilikon Vestiarion, which didn't cease to surprise Pantaleon. It often seemed completely clear to him that Zemarkhos disliked Kommodos but even he hadn't imagined the depths of vitriol that had spilled out when he had met him in the suite of rooms put aside for the Logothesion ton Ilektrikon in the Basilikon Synkrotima Palation several weeks ago. Zemarkhos had a deep hatred for anything that damaged the dignity of the aristocracy, which Kommodos was the root of in his mind. The bile that had erupted forth took Tonaras aback and almost, almost stopped him from including the other Megas Logothetes in his plans. On top of that, Zemarkhos likely saw himself as the rightful ruler of the Arhomaioi and wouldn't allow anything other than that, so Tonaras was going to have to deal with that later. Likely terminally. Until that point, the Megas Logothetes ton Ilektrikon would be able to bring any other dissatisfied aristocrats on board, just as Niketas would be able to tap into the democracy fanatics. There was a large amount of them, as it turned out, all moaning about how Kommodos was favouring competency over breeding. Honestly, if this coup did fail and the upshot was that these arseholes were washed out of Arhomaneia, then Tonaras thought he should be hailed as a hero rather than a traitor. But they would be useful fodder when the plan was set in motion. Most of them had military training and ties with the armed forces, which would be able to counterbalance the fact that Pantaleon knew that he had little sway with them, not when compared with the old tyrant. That Zemarkhos was literally in charge of power was also why Tonaras had brought him on board. Between the two Megaloi Logothetai, they controlled much of the communications of the country. Neither of them directly but they would be able to disrupt it significantly, either through shutting off power or subverting it. Although there were obviously backups and redundancies built into the system, Tonaras had calculated that they could sow chaos for the crucial first day or so of the coup. Even the military response would be slowed, as rail lines were without power, traffic lights wouldn't work, anything like that. As well as that, with the secret police and the Viakoloutai, the Logothesion ton Ilektrikon's armed police, they could seize control of much of the infrastructure and centres of power. With a resurgent Gharoi menace to the north and deployments to Ceris, Tonaras calculated that the military would acquiesce to any changeover of civil leadership, so long as he was careful to give them the sort freedom and glory that they had come to expect under Kommodos. And if the democratisation facade was kept up with Niketas on board, then the ordinary Arhomaioi would follow on, too. In all, Tonaras was satisfied that the plan would succeed and he would see a smooth accension to the Leopard Throne. The only stumbling block as yet would be to the elimination of the old tyrant and getting the Church to back him. With regards to the former, it would only be a matter of seizing the opportunity when it was presented. The latter he was less concerned about. Kommodos had never been a particular friend of the Church, especially after he and the former monarch, Theodosios VI, had meddled in church affairs and got Maurikios Amfonos appointed as Patriarkhes Nikolaos IX of Tzankheia. That was still a black mark in their eyes against Kommodos and Tonaras assumed that they would just fall in line. He put his book down and closed his eyes, relaxing in the sunlight that was falling on the patio. All in all, it was good to have some time off from one's job. It allowed one time to think.
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    To: the Foreign Minister of the Federation of @Anatea From: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion Your Excellency, There has never been any formal relations between the Federation of Anatea and the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion, the Greater Holy Empire of Arome. It is felt by my government that it is time that this be addressed. Aurelia remains something of a distant and far off continent to the nations of Europa, although we have established relations with some of the countries of that land. Aurelia is seen as mysterious and exotic, one of the last undiscovered parts of the wurld, alongside the central deserts of Alharu. That it has taken some time for Arhomaneia to attempt to open relations with your great nation is not meant to be a slight against your country or your people, but it is due to the ever changing nature of the wurld around us. As your government has undoubtedly seen, unrest and conflict casts a long shadow across much of Eurth. This has meant that the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion, the Holy Imperial Government, has perhaps not been as attentive to the distant corners of the wurld as it should have been. Although our nations have had little in the way of contact, I am sure that what we have in common far outweighs our nations' differences. Those differences that we might have can be put aside readily, in favour of peaceful relations, which will flourish into cooperation and mutually beneficial friendship in the years. In order to foster relations between our two great nations, I have been requested by His Aroman Majesty, Kommodos III, by the Grace of Christ the God, Agios Basileos kai Autokrator ton Arhomaion, to suggest that our nations undertake an exchange of embassies. If your government accepts, then I can forward the credentials of a potential ambassador and begin to select a possible site for your nation's chancery within Tagmatika, my nation's capital. I do not doubt that this will be the start of a long and happy relationship between our nations. May God grant our nations everlasting peace between us, Eugenios Goulielmos Megas Logothetes of the Logothesion ton Barbaron of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion
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    Map: https://i.imgur.com/aNbWKDS.png Added: @Anatea in Aurelia. Europan NPC's to completely fill the void, after long discussions with Tag about Aroman history. Edited: Shorter canal for @Tagmatium Rules. Renamed New Halsham to Rettenmyr for @Prymont. The background layer is now V3 from the Climate Map Rework. The topography will return once that's done, to avoid any confusion of sharing intermediate versions. Removed: City of "Manitou" for Prymont.
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    Climate Gang Update 3: 2 Fast 2 Furious So I'd like the begin this will an apology for lack of updates from the group. Many of us have been busy irl and unable to contribute to the project. Hopefully in the near future we can get back on our feet. There were only four people who actually did the questionnaire, so the QnA for this update will be small, along with changes made. Firstly I would like to introduce map V3.0 and all the changes done to it from V2.3. I should also say the vote on Antargis is over, with just under 74% voting in favour of the new design over the old. -Fjallshima and Esonice were reverted to their original spots, don't know why they were changed - most likely an error on our part. -Inland seas added back to Alharu, they were always returning but temporarily removed to help with modifying terrain. We considered changing them to align more closely with topography shown in Version 1 but the cost-benefits would be minimal. -An island was moved to aid Little Adapty with the bridge from Europa to Argis. (From Iceland to Greenland is 1179 km.) -A new inland sea was added to Europe at the request of @Gallambria for the second nation he is working on (Bashan) which defines the southern border of Bashan (green) and the northern border of the NPC Qubdi (red). QnA time! - The first question was an actual question asked, the ones after are to help with clarification. "[Regarding Antargis] Is it all coastline? Or is pack ice included?" The current Antargis continent is just the landmass until a climate map is resolved. If you require ice shelves for something, they are most likely to form in the gulfs and bays within Antargis. "Who has the final decision on my country's climate?" You! If you don't like any of the proposed climates for your nation and/or you wish to remain with your current climate, that is 100% okay and the end product climate map will accommodate for that whether it's realistic or not. Our goal isn't to force changes upon people but to aid in standardising the current maps and adding more realism when possible to make things less confusing for newer members. The latter may not be obvious now but our end product maps will be designed in such a way as to be easily readable and understood to those who don't know much about the subject of climates / continental shelves / etc. "I still don't like the new Antargis! My science base will have to move now!" Although no one has stated this outright, the next couple days will be the last time to say anything related to your positions on Antargis. If you feel strongly against the new Antargis due to your plans to set up a Military or Scientific base on Antargis (or planning to) in a specific location, we will happily stitch the old part of the coastline your military base was/will be on to the new map in as close to it's original location as possible. As stated above our goal isn't to force changes which is why this option is open. But you *will* need to tell us soon as this is the final draft (unless someone asks for an island / remove an island / ask for changes) that will be shown to the public until we have drafts for climates and the like ready.
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    “The leopard is mainly linked to Tagmatium due to the Leopard Throne, which was originally commissioned during the rule of Emperor Auxentius, who also commissioned three other thrones, one for each of the quarters that he split the Aroman Empire into in AD281. It is the only one that survived the Burning of Arome in the summer of AD297.” From An Introduction to Ancient Arome, by Oddmund Hermansen (editor), Sankt Thorbjørns Universitetforlaget, Saint Thorbjørns University Publishing House, in EK7496 (AD1988). There had been one question dominating Zemarkhos' thoughts for days now. Everything else just seemed secondary to it. It started to consume his thoughts and whenever he couldn't distract himself with his work, he started to dwell on it again. Precisely who was the person that that damn demagogue meant? Every night, as he drifted off to sleep, the invasive thought slipped into his brain and jolted him awake. It was ruining his sleep, whether he was in the town house near where his Logothesion had its main offices, or the apartment near the Palace, or one of the grand villas his family had dotted across Arhomaneia. His wife had started to ask about how tired he was beginning to look. Even his secretaries and the under-ministers had shared glances when he wasn't looking. Zemarkhos had started to nod off at his desk during the day and that was going to start tongues wagging, sooner rather than later. Rumours would fly around and even if they were outlandish, they would start to gain traction. The Megas Logothetes ton Ilektrikon was at his desk now, in the offices apportioned to his Logothesion within the Basilikon Synkrotima Palation, the Imperial Palace Complex. The Logothesion ton Ilektrikon might be one of the newer ministries within the Megas Agios Basileia, and therefore rank much more lowly than others in the table of dignities, but it was now one of the biggest. And lived up to its name as one of the most powerful. Accordingly, due to this unequal mix of honour and strength, he was in one of the largest suites of rooms available to the Logothesia but on the outskirts of the palace itself. The rooms were, however, centred around a small colonnaded courtyard with a garden laid out with in the classical style and even had a small fountain in the middle. It made the annoyingly long walk to the heart of the palace bearable and the affront to his personal and family dignity almost pleasant. Now Zemarkhos found himself with an idle moment, in between meetings with his inferiors or petitioners from other Logothesia, his thoughts turned back to the what the ex-Proedros said. “And if you were worried about our conversation being listened to, I wouldn't worry too much. It is our mutual friend doing it.” Those two sentences echoed around his head, as did the smug tone of Niketas. He rolled his fountain pen back and forth in little arcs across the green leather pad on the top his desk and wondered precisely who it could be. Really, it could be only one of two people. The Megas Logothetes tou Praitoriou the Minister for Police, could be ruled out instantly. Helena Glabria was of the wrong gender, after all. Unless Niketas was trying to lay down a false trail to start with, but that would seem completely pointless if he took the man's words at face value. Which may not be a good idea, as they were likely the opening shots in a treasonous plot, but be that as it may. Anyway, the police would have needed a warrant to tap either of their phone lines and neither of them had done anything illegal, yet. And Frantzeskhos was sure that he had enough family friends within the judicial system to have heard of such a move against him. The other outside chance was that it was Honorios Kontarian, the Megas Logothetes tou Stratiotikou, the Minister for War. Kontarian had access to the military intelligence service, the Mandatores, but that seemed unlikely. It would be a gross breach of the law and the remit of the military intelligence service to spy on important public and governmental figures like himself and Niketas, although perhaps not entirely unthought of. However, that then would mean that not only the Logothesion tou Stratiotikou was involved but also the Epistrategaion, the High Command. Both were a nest of snakes loyal to Kommodos, as the old tyrant had given both of them heaps of glory over the years of his reign. And Honorios was likely far too caught up in the ideas of honour and loyalty, as inspired an upbringing in an ancient military family. Although the history of Arhomaneia showed that that would only go so far until one of those families rose up and unseated whoever was sat on the Leopard Throne and placed a scion there instead. The Megas Logothetes suddenly found the movement of his own pen irritating and stood up. He pushed his chair back, walked across the thick carpet and over to the paned doors that were the entrance to his office from the colonnade and looked out. Two tiled paths quartered the garden and a small group of sparrows hopped around on it, looking for anything edible. Another two bathed in the fountain, the rapid movements of their wings spraying water onto the low wall that surrounded the base of the fountain. Sunlight came in through the light well in the centre of the garden and caught the drops of water from the fountain's water jets and the activity of the sparrows. The man started to watch the birds without really seeing them. It should also be assumed that Niketas was being ironic in his use of the term “mutual friend”, or so Zemarkhos thought. Whilst Zemarkhos actually did consider Kontarian a friend – or at least his monstrous arrogance and sense of entitlement and pride recognised the other Megas Logothetes as an equal – he had no idea whether Niketas even knew him that well. Certainly, they would have met a handful of times before the president of the Synkletos had been removed from his position. And Niketas hadn't been a complete exile from high society since then, as the Niketai were a family as old and as wealthy as the Zemarkhoi and the Kontarianes. The loss of his position wouldn't have eroded the ties with the other great families, especially since it wasn't his fault. No, Isaakios had done that himself when he established Nea Demokrateia as a stick to try to use to beat that jumped-up peasant. It had been an activity considered unworthy of the aristocracy, primarily because of the fact that there was a deep-seated and primal fear amongst them that it could lead to the lower classes becoming empowered and trying to snatch the privileges that had been so carefully hoarded and curated for such a long time. He had attracted some of the more idealistic younger aristocrats and the keener members of the middle classes. Perhaps what had doomed it to failure in the end was that the ex-Proedros was never a revolutionary at heart. He was a reactionary, through and through. He was just throwing his toys out of the pram. If it wasn't Kontarian, then who might it be? The view from the window started to distract Zemarkhos from his own rambling thoughts and he walked away from it, slumping into one of the armchairs in a corner of the room. The other candidates were the Megas Logothetes tou Dromou, the Minister for Internal Affairs, or the Kefale of the Arhomaiki Noimosyni Dykton, the Head of the recently combined intelligence agencies. Neither man was particularly impressive and both were just examples of the nea anthropoi that Kommodos had surrounded himself with. The former was a grey blur in the manner of the Agios Basileos himself – quiet, competent and useful. Although that Logothesion had the police split from it several years ago, when it seemed that too much power was accruing in Logothesion tou Dromou – it was also in charge of immigration, the postal service and much more besides. Including the EEP, the secret police. No, it didn't seem as if Pantaleon Tonaras would risk all of that to try anything against Kommodos. And then the final person, Andronikos Keftedes? Another grey blur, although of a different sort. He was rumoured to be a fanatic and an ascetic. Certainly, his pallid and skeletal appearance seemed to bear that out. He was a man devoted to God, his country and his monarch but not necessarily in that order. For whatever reason, he and the old tyrant got on very well, to the point that Kommodos had amalgamated the foreign and internal intelligence services and put them under the control of Keftedes. Again, he seemed in danger of throwing all that away. Although, perhaps if his fanaticism was more to God and country than monarch, Keftedes could have been convinced that toppling him would be the best way to do glory to both. The intercom on the desk rang and Zemarkhos almost jumped out of his skin. Slowly, he got out of the armchair and walked over to it. He pressed the answer button. “Hello?” “It's your 14:00 meeting, Megas Logothetes,” replied his personal secretary. “Megas Logothetes Kontarian has just arrived.” Several thoughts struck Zemarkhos at once. The first was that he had been so deep in thought that he'd entirely missed his lunch. The second one was that he could have sworn that he had had no such meeting when he had looked through his schedule earlier that morning. He slid behind his desk and sat back in his chair. “Thank you, sekretikos,” replied Frantzeskhos. “Please show him in. And see to it that we are brought some refreshment.” He retrieved his fountain pen from where it had rolled and took out a report he had been reading through earlier on in the day, to make it look like he was actually doing something when Honorios came into the room. When the other Megas Logothetes entered the room, Frantzeskhos stood and both of the men gave each other a half bow. They briefly exchanged pleasantries before Zemarkhos gestured towards the chair opposite the desk and Kontarian sat in it. Neither of the men said anything whilst several aides brought in tea and a selection of small pastries and olives in oil and laid them on small tables specially placed to be with arms' reach of the ministers. They continued to sit in silence for a moment as the aides busied themselves, the tension building within Zemarkhos whilst Kontarian seemed to be totally oblivious to it. All Zemarkhos could think of was how wrong he had been with his estimations earlier. The Megas Logothetes tou Stratiotikou was the first to break the silence. “Our mutual friends have been bugging me about you, Frantzeskhos,” Honorios said blithely. He picked up a pastry and looked at it for a briefly before taking a bite. He chewed for a moment, swallowed and put the pastry down on a delicate porcelain plate that had been set out for him. “They seem to think that you're up to something.” “Like what?” Zemarkhos' mouth was so dry that he could barely get the words out. “They think you're hiding something from them,” the other man continued. This time, he took a sip of tea. It was almost as if Kontarian was doing it intentionally. The expression on his face seemed to be entirely unconcerned. “These apparently sleepless nights, the fact that you've been looking much more pale recently...” “I'm not sure what you're getting at, Honorios,” he asked calmly. However, he was screaming inside. Kontarian looked him in the eye, genuine concern on his face. The man looked uncomfortable and he shifted on his chair, hesitating before he said anything else. “You've not had any serious, ah, diagnoses recently, have you? Everyone's been worried, especially after what happened to poor old Skeles, may God rest his soul.” “What?” asked Zemarkhos, completely thrown off by the question. The panic over where Kontarian had been going, what he had been building up to was completely gone and replaced by genuine puzzlement. “Well, you know... We've not seen you about much recently and your wife might have said to mine that you've not been sleeping that well.” Kontarian looked sheepish, as if he had embarrassed himself. “No, just work, may God be praised.” The smile of relief that Zemarkhos had on his face was broad and genuine. The other Megas Logothetes seemed to relax. “That's good, then. Thank God indeed.” They both sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence for a moment before Kontarian finished his pastry. “It'd be good to see you out, though,” the War Minister said, putting his plate back on the side table with a slight clatter. “I realise that we have the honour of running God's own country on Eurth, but we must also take time for ourselves, to make sure that we can keep doing His work.” “Oh, of course,” agreed the Megas Logothetes ton Ilektrikon. He took a sip of his tea and selected a pastry of his own and nibbled at it. The feeling of tension hadn't completely gone, however, and it was difficult to swallow anything. Another sip of tea washed down the crumbs before he could choke on them. “My brother's on leave from the Tagmata and is hosting a tzykanion tournament at his estate this weekend. You should come and join us. It'd give you a chance to relax for a bit. Get away from all of this.” Kontarian gestured around at the office, as if the luxuriously furnished room was somehow oppressive. “You still have your horses, of course?” Zemarkhos felt himself calm down a bit. The Tagmatine version of polo was very popular amongst the aristocracy and was one of the activities that was thought to make a true member of the upper classes. Before becoming a member of the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion, he had been considered to quite good at it but becoming professional would have been unbecoming of someone of his family. He was back on much more solid ground, distant from conspiracies, spies and treason. He smiled at his friend. “Of course, Honorios. It would be good to see Alexandros again. I've not seen him since his wedding.” Kontarian clapped his hands together. “Excellent! I shall tell him to expect you and your wife, then. It will definitely set everyone's minds at ease to see you.” He stood up and Frantzeskhos did as well. Both men gave each other a half bow and the Minister for War left the room. As soon as the door closed, Zemarkhos suddenly felt sick. He span around and dry heaved into the waste paper basket next to the desk. His heart was racing and he could feel the blood pulsing in his veins. How in Christ's name had Kontarian used the exact same language that Niketas had? Was it sheer dumb luck or had it been a warning shot? Did he know? He had to confess. Step back, be done with it and let that peasant know. The intercom rang again, breaking these thoughts before his resolve could crumble. Straightening up, Zemarkhos wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. He pressed the button on the intercom. “Yes, sekretikos?” he asked, an element of caution in his voice. “Your 14:30 appointment is here,” the secretary said. “The Megas Logothetes tou Dromou, to discuss a plan to consider an inter-ministerial working group about liaising about the security of wind turbines.” Comfortably boring and mundane. Typical bureaucracy. Such a group could wind on for years without much coming of it. Zemarkhos began to think about which of his inferiors had displeased him particularly recently and whether he could throw them into the career black hole that was a working group. He knew that his opposite number would be thinking exactly the same thing. “Send him in, sekretikos.” The door opened and Tonaras walked in. They went through the same motions as before – half bows were exchanged, as well as idle greetings. Refreshments were offered but both men only asked for tea. As soon as the aides had retreated, a knowing look passed across Tonaras' face. “I was told that you wished to meet with me, Zemarkhos.”
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