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    Altepetl Tekaken
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    Archpriestess Tletlaxoxitle The II

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  1. That would actually be perfect, if you are willing to raise mountain ranges yellow would most likely be a better fit, however either yellow or green works and I wouldn't complain one way or the other. Thank you.
  2. To: Tevus Pranana of The Rihan Republic Foreign Minister Office. From: Oqixatlitetl Yanakiksitla'tosollo, Ixeloyanakiksitla. Your strong will and determination towards friendship is not lost upon us, Tevus Pranana, and we are grateful for your acceptance of the establishment of embassies, we will be sending our own correspondences to oversee construction of a chancery within Dartha. However, after a vote within the Commoner Temple, we have come to a decision to politely but firmly declining your offer of cultural exchange. We hope this does not steepen the mountain trail towards friendship between our nations, but we have had to endure many trials by foreign powers attempting to push their culture and religion upon our nation, we do not wish to open the gateway of our past issues to spread into the present anymore then they have already. We hope you understand the situation and context we are presenting to why we do not wish for cultural exchanges, even if minor. We cannot be certain, as you are still strangers to our people, that there is no ill will. Nonetheless we will accept your academic researchers within limited zones outlined below. We await your response. Areas of which the academic researchers and those overseeing chancery construction may be allowed: ► Altepetl Tekaken (The 12 Kampan included) up to 2 kilometers out. ► Tapetlikaxitl Kalpolli up to 1 kilometer out. ► Tapekatl Kalpolli up to 1 kilometer out. ► Tlaloakila Autonomous Kalpolli within it's strict borders. An official contract will be spent along with the letter with further details as well as a basic map showing Kampams, Kalpollis, and cities, all individuals going must sign the contract, any who go and are found to not be legally bound will be deported back to The Rihan Republic at the soonest hour available. Individuals going will be accompanied by Guards of the Telepochayaqio (Leading Youth) rank, exact numbers will be listed within the contract and is dependant on locations. Those who stray from the above regions, go without at least one guard into public, or do not conform to Meztlikua law, will be detained and deported, or if they had been found to have committed a Makiolli level Crime, executed. -Oqixatlitetl Yanakiksitla'tosollo, under the eyes and acceptance of Archpriestess Tletlaxoxitle the II of the All-High Temple and Alamatli Nekuí.
  3. To: Tevus Pranana of The Rihan Republic Foreign Minister Office. From: Oqixatlitetl Yanakiksitla'tosollo, Ixeloyanakiksitla. We find it humbling that such a large nation like yourself would come to seek us out on the basis of a worn out notebook and the tales of a tradesman. Your people and your nation may not know much about us as we have kept to ourselves in the mountains, but as the peaks of mountains see their physical surroundings high up in the clouds, we have seen the politics of this hemisphere play out from above. We know about your rivalries amongst these fair lands and how such a decision of full acceptance of your diplomatic greetings on our behalf will invite conflicts, even if we are insignificant to the rest of Eurth. Despite us being keen to form beneficial and friendly relations with the Rihannsu, these modern tensions make us apprehensive to be entirely devoteful to friendship between our nations. For now we see the construction of chanceries within each other's nations as to establish embassies for one another a clear first step towards a potential beneficial relationship between the Metztlikua and Rihannsu. Goodluck to your ventures of finding allies within these tense times. -Oqixatlitetl Yanakiksitla'tosollo, under the eyes and acceptance of Archpriestess Tletlaxoxitle the II of the All-High Temple and Alamatli Nekuí.
  4. It’s not for size of the nation, it says “general location”, as in the nation to be placed within those parameters as part of my wish list.
  5. Nation in Europa: Archpriest Dominion of Metztlitlalio Flag: Capital Name: Altepetl Tekaken Capital Location: A valley on the lower half of a mountain range (Basically anywhere on the mountain range that's not in the peaks.) Factbook Link: http://www.europans.com/topic/5378-metztli-factbook-partially-work-in-progress Newsroom Link: http://www.europans.com/topic/5481-the-provincial-radios-and-news-articles-of-metztlitlalio Culture: Predominately Mesoamerican Climate: Mountainous, tropics surrounding mountains. (Hot, Wet, High up) Location: Inland, DRC-esque panhandle following a river from the mountain range. History: (Just the major parts) -Tapelt City States -Arrival of Proto-Azlo and conquer/assimilate low laying Tapelt, remaining Tapelt high in the mountain range -Azlo groups spread up the mountain range and nearby area -Eventually over many wars and politics, unify under the Crescent Empire (500s-1100s) -Conquer large portions of territory (1200s-1300s) -Contact with Limonaia, plagues and warfare cause the empire to collapse and most Azlo outside the mountain range and nearby lands to die out. (1500s) -Remnants of the empire centralise from a hegemonic empire to a territorial one, empire becomes isolationist at this point. (1600s) -Limonaia comes in round two, neo-colonisation of Metztlitlalio, empire is dismissed for the Archpriest Dominion. (1800s) -Limonaia relinquishes it's control over the nation back to the Metztlikua (1900s), although still had a large influence over the economy. -Discovery of abundance of Aluminium and other raw metals deep in the mountain range (Late 1900s) -Tapelt War of Independance (Early 2000s) -Modern Day, mostly peaceful. (New history may contradict old one, will reboot factbook post-map placement to make it more complete.) (Ignore below if not allowed)
  6. Tapekatl Kalpolli Provincial News Service Home | Top Story | International | Politics | Sciences | Business | Culture Tapetlikaxitl Kalpolli Unbans Grapes For the past 400 years, the Sémillon grapes, also known as green grapes, have been banned within the Tapetlikaxitl Kalpolli, but last night the Tlatonitōnatli and his advisors came to a vote that the grape ban would finally be stricken from law tomorrow midday. The law itself came about in 1618, when at the time Tlatonitōnatli had written it into the law of the Kalpolli that all Sémillon grapes were to be destroyed and no longer sold within his lands, this was done before the centralizing of the Crescent Empire from a hegemonic empire to a territorial empire, and the law was never retracted. The law itself had stopped being enforced as strictly over the past decades, but national companies and locals could not sell Sémillon grapes up until tomorrow midday. No one had been arrested since 1806 due to the law, and the last execution due to the law was in 1802. The person executed was a Yatotla trader who had not known about the law, due to his outsider status, he was executed via beheading. The reasons behind why this law was enact are fuzzy and not well documents, but it is most likely due to the fact the Kalpolli was putting significant funds into purchasing of Sémillon grapes from Europan nations for consumption, causing the Kalpolli to go into high debt and lack of tribute funds. Another theory is that the Tlatonitōnatli had attempted to strangle out the production of white wine, as alcoholic drinks were and still are considered taboo due to the inherit loss of inhibitions when drunk, although that does not explain why other types of grapes were not outlawed as well. The removal of the law is unlikely to effect Tapetlikaxitl Kalpolli significantly, except the start of sales of Sémillon grapes within the Kalpolli by the Metztli External Fruits Company.
  7. Tapekatl Kalpolli Provincial News Service Home | Top Story | International | Politics | Sciences | Business | Culture The Highest Temple Blockades Name Vote. In a stunning turn of events, Archpriestess Tletlaxoxitle the II of the Highest Temple, and the All-High Temple have vetoed the Commoner's Temple attempted public vote of switching the nation's Yatotla Exonym "Metztlitlalio" to it's Nawat translation of "Tlalomēsatli" used within the nation. The vote of the two temples was enacted at midnight, and revealed earlier this afternoon. The vote itself was first proposed in 1992 by at the time small Iritentesitɬa political party, but was shot down as seen as 'unnecessary' by the Commoner's Temple, and never got further. Archpriest Itzekotla of the Highest Temple at the time commented: "It will be a waste of the bureaucracy and temples time and efforts for what would be a hike up a steep mountain with no benefits to my people." In 2005 a second attempt by the Iritentesitɬa political party who was within a coalition of similar fringe political parties, however was immediately shot down by Archpriest Itzekotla of the Highest Temple due to the ongoing Tapelt war of independence, which wouldn't have been resolved until 2009. Making this the third time in the past 30 years by the Iritentesitɬa political party to push the change, as well as the first time for it to pass through the Commoner's Temple. Archpriestess Tletlaxoxitle the II of the Highest Temple has been quoted at a meeting with the Tlatonitōnatli of the Tapetlikaxitl Kalpolli with his advisors and family that "There is a possibility that in the future, Tlalomēsatli make take over as the new name the world should call, and not the name Yatotla merchants derived from the old empire. But more pressing matters are at hand.". This vetoing of the commoner's majority vote proposed by Iritentesitɬa political party has not been without consequences however, as many supporters of the Iritentesitɬa political party have gone to the streets of Altepetl Tekaken in protest, increasing the instability and protests within the capital. The recent cooperation with Tagmatium and beginnings of construction of a Chancery to house an embassy of the nation has only fanned the flames of Iritentesitɬa extremists and Xoxillasitɬa moderates. However the distaste has not been universal, as many have commented on the 'economic rationality' of the Archpriestess and the All-High Temple, as the vote was expected to cost roughly 210,000,000 Isatak Tliteposas[1], as well as ties to a strong Europan such as Tagmatium could bring further economic growth and stability via trade. No comment from the Iritentesitɬa political party's leader as been made about the veto as of yet. [1] Meta Note: Roughly 11,000,000 US Dollars
  8. To: The Holy Imperial Government of the Greater Holy Empire of Tagmatium From: Oqixatlitetl Yanakiksitla'tosollo, Ixeloyanakiksitla. To whom this letter is promised to within the Holy Imperial Government, We apologise profusely about the long delay of our response, as due to a ākamalakotl, our port on the river delta was closed temporarily. We wish that such act of the higher Alamatli Kuyatlsitla, does not forgo and crumble our desired mountain of friendship between our nations. With such apology over, we are humbled by such gracious desire by your leader, Kommodos III, would wish to build relations with our nation. After much discussion at the Highest Teōpantli. Archpriestess Tletlaxoxitle II, Alamatli Nekui, has accepted your hand in friendship. Your nation's will of faith impresses even those most faithful to their Alamatli, and although those secular heretical temptations has reared it's ugly head, your great leaders have sliced it down. As you call for your God, we call for Alamatli Nekui to advance this growth between our nations, to defend against those who wish to severe our ties to our ancestors, and to guide our people, Arhomaioi and Metztlikua, to a greater future.
  9. Tapekatl Kalpolli Provincial News Service Home | Top Story | International | Politics | Sciences | Business | Culture Seven taken to hospital after explosion at new factory. Last night, 7 workers of the recently opened Okatli City's Aluminium Processing Factory were sent to hospital after an explosion had ripped through the main building. There are no confirmed deaths as of writing with only 2 sustaining major injuries and burns. The fire occurred around 9pm with the local Fire-station was called shortly after 9:10pm. The fire was suspected to have been caused by faulty wiring near the fuel storage was located, setting off sparks and detonating the fuel supply. By the time the proceeding fire was put out, an estimation of 65% of the main building was destroyed or badly damaged by the explosion and fire, with 80% minor or smoke damage. One firefighter stated "It was a miracle no one died." when asked about losses. The damages cost is estimated to be over 2.3 million Iztak Tlitepozuas. This is seen as particularly tragic economically as the factory had only opened last month as an Aluminum Electrolysis and ingot manufacturing, employing 480 workers, the Metztli National Aluminium Company has yet to release a statement about the event that occurred, however the management of factory, Tekutlatl Pitasotlanatli'Xikalli, stated it was "and absolute tragedy.". The factory itself was funded by several undisclosed Yatotla Governments, leading many investigators to theorize that the wire was deliberately faulty and was designed to set off a fire, most likely done so by an extremist Iritentesitɬa or as a group infiltration effort by said extremists. The company involved in construction of the factory has come under investigation due to this theory. However most likely it was an accident from poor oversight of construction.
  10. Tazakoli'kozatika Kalpolli Provincial Radio [Time of Recording: 21:45 25/07/2019 CE/AD, EAT-██] [Radio Presenters: Xoxitlēketlōta to Kaliomakilōsitla’kanikasa (Kaliomaki) and Nimitazanaki Oketlikisikoztika’siwana (Nimita)] “--Welcome back to TKK Provincial Radio, we are your hosts, Xoxi Kanikasa…” “And Nimita Siwana” “And tonight’s top story, Anti-Xoxillasitɬa and Ekonomasitɬa Protestors have taken to the main streets of Altepetl Tēkakēn over the controversial statement that has arisen from the top Teōpanatli, stating that Metztlitlalio is not going to be involved in the Olympics. This has come as the latest of many recent declarations from the top Teōpanatli which have been predominantly seen as negatively impacting Metztlitlalio’s relevancy on the world stage, with the Anti-Xoxillasitɬas Kaliomakilōsitla Coalition[1] main figure heads stating these actions can only further harm Metztlitlalio’s relevancy on the world stage.” Xoxi Kanikasa turned her head to Nimita Siwana, and with a gentle smile and nod, his eyes glanced quickly to hers and to his own mic and script and hesitantly begun to speak out into the microphone. “A-and, this comes at a terrible time for the establishment, as the recent decision for the public to vote on if their name should be switched from the Yatotla[2] exonym to a traditional name for the nation.” Nimita’s eyes flicked from his script to Xoxi’s face, darting across the instrument-filled room, it’s puke green walls and grey carpet, up his booth, and back to his script. He felt a rising pressure inside his chest and his stomach clenching. “Which was one of several proposals by the Iritentesitɬa Kaliomakilōsitla[3]. The voting is meant to commence next week, however many have criticised this as ‘unneeded’ and ‘a waste of high company profits’.” Nimita stopped and steadily turned his eyesight down to Xoxi who had already begun to speak down into the microphone. Her voice was as delicate as her name but with confidence he only could imagine an Archpriestess could achieve, his eyes locked to different points of her face: her irises like deep saturated brown gems, her face round like his own, and short jaggedly cut hair. Nimita felt the pressure in his chest slowly subside with his stomach resting. As if all his troubles... “--And with the increase in popularity with the opposition, after a 30 year streak, Oketlokisitla may be resting it’s once great might.” Xoxi turned her head to face Nimita, startling him for a brief second. “What do you think, Nimita?” Nimita’s face flushed a rust red as his head swung back to his script, stumbling over his words as reality crashed down on him from all sides. “A-ah, uh, it’s certainly a-uh, interesting to say the least, Xoxi. Anyways, this has been Nimita” Nimita spluttered, quickly turning to Xoxi. A flash of a faint smile appeared on Xoxi's face, before leaning in to speak into the mic. “And Xoxi, see you tomorrow.” The dim, musty, light bulb above their recording booth spluttered and went dark. After several awkward silence minutes of saying their goodbyes to one another and the recording crew, Xoxi and Nimita bowed to one another, and went their separate ways. Nimita found himself at the cafeteria, to which he sat at one of the tables in silence, unable to stick to one thought at a time. Eventually he turned his head to see the cream-coloured box television in the corner; on the screen were protestors against the standing establishment, the demonstration reminded Nimita of the Tapelt Independence Conflict from the 90s, under his breath Nimita muttered a scripture he remembered from his childhood, to be ignored by the Alamatli of blood. With those words, Nimita found his consciousness slipping. “Just a nap.” He said, his voice wavering. And drifted to sleep. [1] Anti-Xoxillasitɬas Kaliomakilōsitla Coalition directly translated is the Anti-Isolationist Political Party Coalition, and is made up of several parties in opposition to Oketlokisitla and Iritentesitɬa, the political party currently with just under a majority of seats within the Teōpantli of Order. [2]Limonaia exonym, but is often also used as a derogative for non-native Alharun, Premerian, and Aurelian nations. [3] A popular fringe party which Oketlokisitla had formed a coalition with to reach a majority.
  11. (Sorry it's so short, couldn't think of what else to write ) The room was dark and smoggy, the slick black painted wood chairs rested aside the gloomy blood-black wooden walls. Several candles in their holders lay on the table, their insignificant flames wavering to the draft in the room. Across the table were maps and contracts strewn about, along with bowls of fruits and vegetables. Around the room were several men and women, one of which was leaning over the table commanding the others. The one in question was an old pale grey man with a silver beard and hair. His Alamatli gem necklace hung loosely around his shrivelled wrinkly neck with his gold and green clothing similarly held onto his body with a slack effort. His name was Tlelotokinonoli, often shortened to Kinono. A powerful Tekutli who over his lifetime became to infest the body of Metztli in it’s youth, carving over three quarters of it’s public land for his own domain. His voice was like sand grit with the power of moving boulders. “Has it been done?” He had asked the men and women in front of him. From one of their pockets came a gold leafed Alamatli gem, carved from the bone of ancient creatures. A cruel vicious smile had emerged from the old man’s face. The first ‘lower’ man who had killed an Archpriest, something he knew very well would live in infamy throughout Metztli history. Kinono slowly had rissen from his slouched position over the table to standing up straight, his long poncho like a rich man’s dress, it glittered in the faint light.
  12. There was a gush of cold mountainous air that swept through the station. Alba’s hair subtly danced to the breeze with the wind clinging onto his clothes. As fast as the breeze had entered, it had dissipated. A tune blared from the above head speakers, as a voice begun to speak. Even if Alba could speak Nawatl, the reverb and echoing across the drab grey brick walls distorting the voice beyond intelligibility. However he was able to pick up a number: makutlakoli, number 5. The clattering of luggage wheels jumbled over the uneven floor, the checker pattern of black basalt and white marble cracked and torn apart. The luggage wheels’ noise was orchestrated by the many voices surrounding Alba, children laughing and crying, adults murmuring to one another, parents bartering with shop keepers for a treat for their children. The station itself wasn’t what you would call a work of art. It was built in the shape of a semi circle, with dark grey bricks made of hard stone arcing from one wall, over the ceiling, to another. Many pillars in a grid fashion were made of the same dull material, each ordained by a logo in red and white; the Metztli National Railway Company. The same little tune played once more, the same voice blurting out similar information. But the number had changed: nakutlakoli, number 4. Alba glanced to his left, then a moment later, his right. And ever so carefully leaned over the dotted red line, where you’re meant to stand behind, to gaze out the left tunnel. It was dark. A spiderweb of metal tubing stretched over the walls like vines on a wall, and further beyond was a bright blue light. Squinting, Alba vaguely saw the outside mountain, a pure baby blue sky contrasted by the grey and greens of Metztli terrain. He felt his stomach drop slightly, a slight anxiety of the thought of the train snaking it’s way around the mountain side, one wrong turn and… The annoying tune had gone off again, but Alba ignored it, continuing to gaze to the outside world. A ghastly roaring emerged from the opposite side of the tunnel, faint at first, but quickly picked up. At the last second Alba pulled his body backwards and onto his backside, the train’s wheels screeched as the brakes were pulled, and eventually come to a stand still. A hiss of pressure emanated. The train itself was made of at least 12 carriages, 6 cargo, 6 for the public. The public carriages were built like rounded cuboids, or tin cans, with the bottom half grated dark grey, and the top half flat light grey, all made of sheets of metal. The windows were flat and long, with the doorways elongated semicircles. On the centre of the carriages were the same logo as the columns. Meanwhile, the cargo carriages were flat metal boards with rails and belts holding down crates and packages. Almost all of the cargo crates had a different seal slapped on, one of a miner’s axe and shovel. The Metztli National Mining Company. And of those at least 80% were labelled (surprisingly in the Latin alphabet) “Lalomino”, Aluminium. After much gawking at the trains, a second puff of air expelled from the train, and Alba quickly rose back to his feet. He looked down at a piece of paper that he had taken out of his pocket, with instructions on how to get to the centre of Grand Altepatl. The train numbers matched, and thus Alba shuffled into one of the public carriages, slumping down on a slightly mildew smelling crimson red cushioned seat. After several seconds had passed, the doors of the carriage shut, leaving Alba and several Metztlikatl in silence, the only sounds being the rhythm of the clunking of the rails, and whistles of the wind, and the occasional whipping of sound of a passing train. The perfect blue sky was dotted by small white clouds, and in the far distance, a black and grey haze of thunder clouds atop an endless patch of tropical green. Mountains soared like pillars of God into the heavens, their grey rocky bodies standing tall against nature, villages clinging onto the sides and resting on plateaus, and in the far distances ahead, the gleaming city of Grand Altepatl. It was beautiful.
  13. Fun fact: First time I've actually ever written fiction in first person outside of school work.
  14. (Note: This short story is written as though Mētztlitlalio is a country on Earth, not Eurth/Europans, as this is a non-canon story. Also the ending’s quality is not as good as the beginning quality because I've been working on this single post on and off for literal weeks and I just lost the passion to work on it, y’know? So I'd rather just be declined and work on a new submission then be unhappy continuously with this submission.) There was a faint whisper coming from the family sitting at the table besides us. We knew they were murmuring about us in their hushed tone. So was every other Metztli at the restaurant. Our guide, who simply went by Soa, attempted to put us to ease stating that we are most likely the first foreigners to these hermit mountains they had ever seen. “The closest to a foreigner had seen is a Tapelt, and they do not count much” Soa told us in his broken English. “It is best to be polite and ignore bad comments.”. We all saw the beads of sweat that had trickled from the man’s forehead, screwing up this close to a contract agreement would most certainly loose him his job. Nonetheless the whispers and quiet tones stung harder and for far longer then any nasty comment could ever achieve. Besides the hushed voices of the Metztlikatl around us, I heard the chattering and laughter of those outside the restaurant, children, adults, any age, with a backtrack of the nearby market place, barterers and sellers in their informal attire of cyan and magenta-red clothing, offering to sell their smoked popoatli to any who heeded their shouting, the pale green colour desecrated by dark greys and light browns from the smoking process. Crimson colour skinned sweet potatoes sold in large mesh nets along with blood brown ceramic bowls of pickled fruits and vegetables ordained by Crescent Bird feathers and talons. Those same Crescent Birds wander the streets outside, most but not all accompanied by their owner, with large similar mesh nets storing recently purchased food in one, and greyish silver coins in another. My attention was brought back to the restaurant by my boss, who gestured with her hands over the food that had been brought to us. I do not remember ordering anything at that time and was about to interject before Soa spoke once more: “it is good beginning food, before you order!” The man stated, a gleeful smile had formed across his face, a similar one imitated back on my own face. “Thank you.” I responded, to both Soa and the waitress, who stuck around and spoke with Soa, both appeared casual, as if friends. It was only until after the visit did Soa tell us she was his sister, to which I should’ve noticed, if it was not for the colourful display in front of us. A basket large enough to fit a head inside filled to the top with flat maize bread, with three brown ceramic bowls the size of the palm of my hand each filled with a different, unique topping. The first bowl was filled with a pale white sauce with grated ripe popoatli, the dark pinkish slices’ colour bled over onto the sauce, making it slightly pinkish around each cut and slice. The texture was that of cream and the taste reminded me of blue cheese, albeit sweeter due to the popoatli. The second bowl was topped with what I could only describe as a generic salsa that vaguely reminded me of Spain, or Mexico. However as I had spread some onto the bread and took a bite, I immediately had regrets, as it was sickly sweet and yet had the coughing spice of black pepper. As I had reflexively pulled the bread away from my mouth, I saw Soa in the corner of my eye subtly smile. After the ordeal of flavour, he spoke to me again “Small amounts.” He stated, still with a faint smile. The third bowl was simple thin slices of ripe and smoked popoatli, which the texture reminded me of raisins. The taste also reminding me of raisins. The rest of the meal went fairly the same as any other foreign restaurant. I had ordered a mixed dish and so had my co-workers so we could experience more for less. Just as colourful and rich tasting as the pre-starter. And despite being a many course meal, the price was only a handful of Iztaks for each person. We thanked the chefs along with Soa’s sister, and left the smoke-smelling restaurant, with Soa continuing to tag us along as our guide and to continue to convince our boss for his own manager. As they two spoke, one of my co-workers pointed towards a specific building within the market place. It was built out of light greyish wood and basalt rock, initially I had thought that it might have been a fanciful market stool, but upon closer inspected, once they had dragged me closer to the building, I had realised it was a small temple. I attempted to stop them from bursting in, but it was all in futile as they had dashed through the door. Looking back to my boss and Soa, my mind blared to me this was a stupid idea, but nonetheless I ventured inside after my co-worker.
  15. The Popoatli and it's tree are important to Metztlikua culture and society. So here is a rough profile of the Popoatli Tree and it's fruit. Overview & Etymology: Habitat: The Popoatli Fruit:
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