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  1. Chapter 1, Scene 1: Oyānci Archpriest Oyānci, the uncle-in-law of the first ever Archpriestess (Archpriestess Moyoluani), was the Archpriest who led the Azlo from the Great Paran lake in 8 BCE by the orders of Lōzōnxicoyol herself. Before Oyānci, the Azlo had many archpriests and each archpriest was said to be the divine "Cōconēλ" (Directly translates to "Mouth Piece" or "Puppet") of separate Wēcatoc deities. Under the guidance of Oyānci, the Azlo who left the lake came to be unified under the banner of Ce Meƶλ, The Mun. Without the groundworks for a near-unified religion, the Crescent Empire could not of ever unified lands from the Paluvian Rainforest to the Synthe Bay, to the Paititi mountains, to the Manamana Isthmus. Modern Day A middle-aged man, around his late forties, early fifties, in a yellow-cream military jacket was hunched over head down at a gnarled dusty wooden table with numerous yellow-stained documents and large A3 sheets of rolled out and bent maps. The room he was in shook slightly, cream-coloured dust trickling from the ceiling, the same colour as the ceiling and cracked walls. The room was dead silent, but soon began to be periodically cut by the rattling of distant gunfire and eventually built up to be like an orchestra of woodpeckers, the sounds of individual bangs from the guns merged into one long drawn out buzz. Thankfully for Alez he was not on the front lines down at Pezidenteza Street, he was two streets back at their temporary base, but the periodic hallowing echoes of faraway explosives still trickled cold sweat down his neck. He was far too close to the conflict for his liking. In the outlying front lines, the roaring of a collapsing concrete building echoed through the streets followed by broken up cheering. Alez wasn't sure if that was his own side cheering or that of the opposing forces, but the fact that the long drawn out buzz of machine guns did not end had dampened any hope in his heart. The greyish wooden door - the only way in and out of the room - rattled causing Alez to flinch in place, his head glancing up towards his door. A small part of his brain almost hoped it was the men of the opposing force, finally here to put him out of his misery, but instead it was another man in a similar yellow-cream military jacket, with grey combat trousers and a partially unbuttoned grey shirt. "We have the map, sir." The man declared, saluting to the hunched man. Alez sighed, his eyes locking with the man. "Please Camillo, I have repeatedly requested that you call me Alez. I am no more a sir then General-President Tario is." "Yes si--Alez." Camillo stumbled. "The map you requested of the city has arrived." "Excellent, thank you." Alez replied. Two more individuals in similar jackets stepped through the door, one (a lady) holding a large rolled up tube of paper held together only by an elastic band and the other (a man) with a single plastic wallet with several cleaner papers inside. The hunched man finally stood up properly, sweeping aside several of his papers to make room. "I'd have expected we'd afford more than a single rubber band to be wrapped around our most valuable current intelligence." Alez sarcastically commented, before being cut by Camille. "There was a problem s–Alez. The scouting men came across numerous wandering soldiers, General-President soldiers, beyond our controlled territory." He commented, the man with the paper rolled it out on to the table for all men currently in the room to see. "It's incomplete." Alez snarled, backhanding a pile of paper near himself to the ground, sheets of paper sprawling out everywhere. The two newcomers traded anxious stares before Alez let out a frustrated sigh with a hand to the bridge of his nose. "I'm fine, we're fine. This is still useful. The map ends where President-General soldiers were contacted? Camille?" "Yes Alez." “Is this the only map?” Alez questioned, his voice still tense a bit raspy but now looking back to the three men. The old man pulled out a thick black pen from his table and stacks of papers. He turned his head back to Camille. “No sir, just a copy.” He replied, his voice a tad quieter then previously. “Excellent” Alez remarked as he carved out great black line across the map following where the surveyed area ended, the scraping of the marker against the paper ringing out across the now silent room. Once Alez finished he took several steps back, the black line going from the top to the bottom of the city map. "Then this still gives us a rough indication of current front lines of the liberation of the city. If there were lone General-President men, we can safely assume they were attempting to survey the arena of battle themselves. But they held this city before it was even evacuated, why would they need multiple men out beyond the active front lines? They only have so many men at the old city hall building.." "Perhaps they are looking to find a hole in our defences?” Camille postulated, the three other men and women in the room turning to him. Camille bent over the map pulling out a Sitallian copper peso, the older lady frowned as she folded her arms – waiting for her turn to speak. “Whilst the General in the city hall has a portion of his men on Pezidenteza Street,” He began, sliding the coin from the town hall to Pezidenteza Street, then rummaging for a smaller silver peso he dropped it back at the city hall on the map, dragging it over several streets to the side. “The General sends out a secondary force to our flank, in hopes of breaking through to Pezidenteza.” He continued, moving both pesos into the street and towards the University. “And break through.” Camille concluded, swiping both pesos back into his pocket. He nodded to the lady, but before she could speak the whole room shook as dust sprinkled from the ceiling and a crack in the wall. The echoes of a second falling building – louder than before – erupted followed shortly by faint cheering. Alez shook his head, sighing and turning his attention to the lady. "They are desperate." The lady stated, her eyes squinted as the wrinkles on her face curled around. She was the oldest of the four, her salt and pepper hair that was more salt than pepper showed that well. "Before our men came together, my men fought at Papapietolia on the coast. They sent out men to find a clean route into the front lines. Week later, President tanks and heavy artillery arrived. Half my men were lost on a single day and we were forced to flee from the city. f*cking spineless men. Soon as they believe they might loose, they run to daddy Tario and-" The lady was cut off as a young man in a basic grey uniform burst into the room, breathing frantically. Alez's face burned red. "What in the damned Hell do you think you're doing?! What's your name division so I know who to smack later?" The old man roared towards the young boy. "Oyānci s-sir, the Ƶantico d-division! Alez, sir! I-its your son!" The man cried out, with Alez's face going from red to purple. "Well dammit boy! What Hell has he gotten himself into?!" He snarled, slamming a fist onto the table causing a single sheet of paper to flutter to the ground and Camille to flinch. "He's at the first aid camp, he got shot at th--" Once again, no one can get a single word out as Alez stormed past the boy and down a hallway, leaving the young man to the ire of the three men and women.
  2. Broadcasts from the Crescent Broadcasts from the Crescent is the newspaper thread for the Dominions of Metztlitlaca and will be split mainly into 3 newspapers. The first newspaper and will be the most commonly used is the Capital Paper. Founded in 1843 by the Archpriest at the time, the Capital Paper is a nationally run corporation managed directly by the Teopac of Finance and the Teopac of Culture and Religious Life. When the Unified Republic of Palu first came to power after colonialism, the Capital Paper was renamed to the Palu Papers and then used to propagate propaganda across the nation. The Limonaian Republic after used the Palu Paper under the same name as their own propaganda company. The Kingdoms of Metztlica and Acolica attempted to shut down the Palu Papers due to it's controversial history, but was eventually allowed to continue to exist as long as they returned to their initial branding of the Capital Paper and remained a nationalised company. Although the Capital Paper declares itself to be politically and culturally neutral it's perspective on stories are often bias towards the government and the economy. The Capital Paper is also one of the few Newspaper companies which repeatedly addresses global issues as well as major headlines from other nations, giving it some rather powerful political influence over the public. The second newspaper is the Truths of Metztli, a more culturally right-wing newspaper that primarily sells in the Azlo and Faloki communities with a strong bias towards LAANN and Metztli Nationalist and against Il Domineo and the greater wurld community. Although Truths of Metztli has the economic capabilities to go out to other nations and report on major headlines, besides LAANN they rarely talk about the wurld outside of Metztlitlaca. Despite their name, take what they say with a grain of salt. The Truths of Metztli is relatively new, only beginning to print in 1999 but has soared in popularity within the Faloki and Azlo due to it's anti-oppressor attitude and anti-globalist ideology (not counting LAANN, of course). Several times in the 2000s and 2010s the Teopac of Culture and Religious Life took the Truths of Metztli to court over perceived hate speeches. In the end the Truths of Metztli prevailed as they never explicitly broke any laws pertaining towards hate speech. Lastly is the Vocal Voice, a culturally and economically left-wing company that often works alongside the Teopac of Finance. Founded in 1948 the Vocal Voice was initially the national newspaper of the South Palu Confederation but was shut down once the Limonaian Republic annexed the nation. In 1988 the Vocal Voice was re-established with the help of the Teopac of Finance 40 years after it's initial closure. The Vocal Voice is most prominent in the Yatotlan, Tapelt, Pekatekan, and Xinmetztli Dominions due to leaning more towards left-liberal then the rest of the nation. Nowadays however, the Vocal Voice is known for it's more scandalous and less-than-mature writing compared to the more passionately written Truths of Metztli or logically typed Capital Paper. The Vocal Voice is far more secular then it's two competitors, and rarely reports on religion/faith-based news stories unless said news story impacts the whole nation greatly. The Vocal Voice may not fact check as much as the Capital Paper, and so it can come off as just as bias as the Truths of Metztli - albeit in a completely different direction. One thing you might notice about all three logos is that none of them possess any text, as iconography is far more important to the Metztlitlacans then text due to the numerous national languages within the country - most of which blend into one another at tribal and ethnic borders - resulting in a bureaucratic nightmare for any company. If text is used, it usually printed in Standardised Naxua, the Yatotlan Dialect of Cristinese, and the Faloki Dialect of Huang all written in the Aroman alphabet along with Standard Anglish and the Salxa Dialect of Salvian in the Acolica Dominion; Tapelt Naxua if in the northern half of the Yatotla Dominion and Tapelt Dominion; and Pekatekan and Anglish in the Pekateka Dominion. Therefore the easiest thing to do is to have a recognisable logo if your company exists beyond your local community.
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