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The Council of Unity is the Upper house of Aurivizh. A group of fifty who rule the nation, arguably more important than the Council of the State, which is the lower house of Aurivizh. In the centre of the room was a stage where someone could give a speech. In this case, the Head Minister of Aurivizh, Tudig Gwernig. Gwernig was giving a speech on the stage, a speech to the people of Aurivizh, both inside and outside of Aurivizh.

The Walnerian Central Bank recommended to the Tyrámen Stock Exchange lowering of the reliability and safety of investment grades for Velaheria and Stedoria over the possible side effects which the recent decision to deploy Velaherian army against the local populace on a border region in cooperation with Stedoria.

For thousands of years, mankind has been exploring and conquering Eurth. From the depths of Thalassa to the heights of the Tapetepetli Mountains, the sweltering summers of Paran to the bitter winter of Argis, mankind has reached every nook and cranny on this blessed Eurth. Now humanity looks up to space, the final frontier, to take those first steps onto the Mun, to explore the great planets of... Uhhh... And the moons of...

As Aristutle once said: "It's not the length of your rail, but how you use it." Now, clearly, Aristutle didn't have a very long rail. How could he? He was Aroman. Aristutle was wrong and Freud was right, when he said: "If you salivate when you see trains, it was because your mother wasn't impressed by your smol rails. Well no more! Your mother would be impressed by your long rail. So precisely, it becomes our heaven-sent mission to build them! Build Argis, build the longest rails on Eurth and find for them the thickest, most bossom-gauged trains to ride them.

This morning, around 11am, the Varnar ammunition depot near Skógheim has exploded which set fire to the whole complex and destroyed multiple buildings in the base. The fire itself has not gone out yet, and the depot is still burning and occasionally detonating any remaining munitions that launch off in multiple directions. The base was ordered to be evacuated shortly after the detection of fire and explosions alongside any settlement or town within 10 km radius of the base.

It’s late in the afternoon when Sergeant Alarick Schäfer tells his squad that they’ve reached their next waypoint along ASR Blue Lagoon. They’re located in a small patch of forest somewhere in rural Nordwalde Province; as far as most of this band of average 18 to 20 year-old Rhodellian conscripts is concerned, they’re somewhere south of Camp Bergenstein, north of the provincial capital of Schwarzwald, and west of MSR Spirytus - the main road connecting Bergenstein with the rest of Rhodellian civilisation.

Like the tiger, a big cat native to more southerly Europan climes than our own Arhomaneia, the leopard sometimes takes to man-eating. In my experience, a man-eating leopard is to be dreaded even more than a tiger that has gained the same taste, as it possesses greater agility and stealthiness, as well as its silence.

“Attention all employees, attention all employees. Please remember to have your ID pass visible at all times. Vostrom Incorporated will not be held liable for any injuries caused by security staff in the event of an unknown person in the building. Thank you.” Bill Nostrom flinched slightly at the sound of the tannoy system.

The Alharun War was a conflict that officially started in 1945 with the declaration of war between Seylos and Gallambria. Of course, the war spread quickly from there as Seylosian Mandate ambitions grew and much of Alharu become embroiled in the conflict, to the extent where much of the fighting occurred in the continent.

Sri Sultan Mulawarman VII has passed away today peacefully, specifically this morning, at the Raden Tumenggung Suroso Hospital after being treated in the hospital for about a month. The doctors have made an official statement about the sultan's death, in which they all believed a chronic stomach illness was to blame for the beloved sultan's death. As a sign of mourning and respect towards the sultan, the empire has declared a one month mourning period, and all forms of entertainment to be scaled down. The funeral, conducted according to Islamic rites, will be conducted as soon as possible.

The sun-filled evening sky over Briselle was an attraction in itself, the imperial Lysian architecture untouched for over a hundred years. Families have dinner in streets cafés and restaurants, with all of the taste and charm of the old wurld. The city was adamantly against changing the aesthetics of the town, as the nation itself was changing faster than before, they wanted to keep what little they had left.

Europa has gone through a terrifying time after the collapse. Only nations like Tagmatium, Machina Haruspex, and Orioni have survived relatively unscathed due to exceptional foresight and incredible luck. But there's another sleeping power that has begun to wake up, and is more dangerous than any other nation on the planet. Great Anglia sits perched perfectly on the western edge of the Occident and it has decided to bring order to the chaos of Europa and even begin turning its eyes to the New Wurld.

This year, the Eurth staff is debuting a brand-new month long event for the community. Every day of December, there will be a themed prompt that deals with some aspect of your nations. The prompts will all be posted on Discord and replies can be made using Discord or directly to the thread on the forums. In either case, our hope is to compile as many replies as possible into this thread, so it would be helpful to make a post even if it's not on the same day.

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.

Within the bowels of the Defense Ministry's command and control headquarters located within the ward of Kunya, of which is located in the city-state Chel de'Yorn near the northern border of Beautancus territories. Ttoile, the capital of the former Cussian territory known as Beautancus, lay just a few hundred kilometers away. Ttoile had been observed as being the last remnant of the old Cussian government, the last semblance of an actual city with infrastructure held over from the old days...

The official recordkeeper of Pope Gregory IX, Julian of Minot, kept an extremely detailed record of the Pope’s life, but his most detailed record is of the Synod of Trinity. The manuscript has been preserved for hundreds of years.

It's fairly obvious that the current climate map + ocean currents of Eurth are lacking when compared to other in-depth projects. Just compare the current climate map of Eurth to that of Earth. It's a fairly large gap in quality (though that is to be expected, as I don't believe anyone here is a professional cartographer nor has a team of scientists to back of the research of the climate map).

Kieron heaved at the gillnet as he struggled to pull it about the fishing boat him and his aunt were aboard. They had been out on the river looking for a better catch but by now he knew not much was left. Nicole walked across the small deck to Kieron and gazed into the water, shaking her head.

Yiu Amistacia throwing a party was nothing new, in fact some of their detractors would say that throwing parties was the only thing the chairman was good for. However Yiu throwing a party with minimal press presence, and inviting leaders from across the Eurth? That was something new. For the past month the chairman had been planning the party. Drafting guest lists, deciding on the venue, choosing a theme, selecting a menu, and most importantly; choosing what to wear. Up until this point the party had only been an abstract idea, nothing was permanent, but now a stack of invitations was sitting in front of Yiu, and choices had to be made.

"...good evening, this is Andrew Michaels for EU1, and welcome to the Opening Ceremonies of the Summer 2019 Eurth Olympics here in the Fulgistani capital of Bogd Gioro! Tonight's festivities are being held in the National Stadium at the heart of the Olympic Complex. The entire Eurth has been waiting with anticipation for these games for months. We have reports that over 700,000 people have purchased tickets to watch the competitions over the next two weeks. Nearly 100,000 of whom will be occupying this stadium to watch the various track and field competitions. As to the number of nations participating this year, over 60 have sent teams (or a group of athletes). The IEOC said this was an outstanding result and expect the competitions to be exciting for all."

The months after the Ultramares Conference would prove to be the most tumultuous in Iverica's recent history...

The Isle of Laren may have seemed an odd choice for a series of talks on the environment but in Queen Julia's mind it made sense. The purpose of the conference was to discuss and set some targets about how to ensure that the world was protected for generations to come and the fact that at least to her faith it was here on this Isle that all creation began. The isle was off the southern tip of Morheim and despite its rather large size it was home to just 1000 people. The island already had strict controls over what could be done there and the people who had elected to make the island their home, people often referred to be Morheimians as The Caretakers because of the way they tried to live in harmony with the nature present on the island.

In the eastern lands of Alenveil, located in a small town of Aresi, the company "Arlotta Archaeology" has set up camp outside of the village. Clinking away at pieces of stone, trying to find anything significant to the land's shrouded past, and brought up absolutely nothing. Mining with spades, pickaxes, trying to find any signs of civilization that could link to the shrouded past of Alenveil.

Joseph stepped out of his imported modern sedan and closed the door as he stepped onto the church parking lot. The church was located on top of a large hill overlooking St. Paul's, its suburbs and villas sprawling out away from the sea. Palm trees lined the crest of the hill that the parking lot was situated on, with the church a hundred or so feet away. It had rained recently, and the humid air combined with the already warm temperatures of the afternoon made it heated and sweaty, although the partly cloudy skied shielded the asphalt from the direct rays of the sun.

For the fifth time, young Jans took a glance at the clock. It was eight minutes past one, the morning of November 30th. He turned around and looked out the window to check if the car was still there. The Esé patiently waited; its headlights illuminating the cold, lonely midnight street. Even from inside the house, he could hear the low hum of the Gordo's engine. Nothing made a sound in this corner of Arkhavn; Sønderlev was a peaceful neighborhood. Located only two blocks away from the country's financial center, Sønderlev was a "village for the privileged" as they would say.