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*Heavy breathing*
H-Hello? Hello? Listen, I need help!
*Growling*
I-It's chasing me! Something at least! Chasing me....something is chasing me. I'm trying to get to the labs without going through Subject 101111gg1's cage. Because if I go there....I'll die for sure.
*Crashing*
O-Oh no! Come on...come on! Open! Open!
*Growling*
*Screaming*
OPEN UP!
*Door creaking*
G-Get in!
HAIL THE CONFEDERATION!
Made a Wonder for Khalite. The Celestial Horizon Institute. Hope it catches on!
Hail the Confederation!
Something something wonder something something please help me.
Hail the Confederation!
Helllllloooooooo!
*Chuckling*
Y-You ma-may not know me....but I-I know yoooooooou! I've been watching you, watching you reading these files.
*Growling*
Oh sh-shut up! Ugh, leopards, a-am I right? Anyways, I have an...an offer. A very good offer.
*Hissing*
Oh relax! S-Snakes, am I right? Wait, I-I already said that. Oh w-well. About the offer. So, I have access to the files, as you know. So, I have an offer. You've been looking for you f-f-father for a while. The files have that i-information. I C-CAN FIND YOUR FATHER, after all th-these years, you can see him again! But, I would need something from you. Some files are locked to me. B-But if YOU g-g-get a job here, YOU can u-un-unlock the files, so I can see them. W-Well, think about it please. C-Contact m-m-me when you make y-your decision. G-Goobye!
PICK THE RIGHT OPTION OR DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!
Hail the Confederation!
Fate of Sib Ramash!
In the Castillia National Football stadium, two heavyweights clash in the ring for the bloodthirsty viewing pleasure of roaring spectators. Defending champion Team Goume faced down the underdog challenger measly Millie Wilson, a bespectacled undergraduate girl from Castillia University.
Fireworks exploded on one side of the catwalk. In all his voluptuousness Dr. Badley Goume emerged from the smoke, sitting high atop his impractically kitted out mobility scooter. An escort of expensive onlyfans models followed behind as his detail. His fleshy pulp was adorned with a diamond studded solid gold gorget, signifying his status as GRAND WARLOCK. But to some the most legendary aspect of his personality was his LUNGS. He toked the 200 watt fog cannon in his hand for 10 SECONDS, and dragon breathed the entire stage with mango ice scented mist.
Some had died trying to emulate such a feat.
Millie wiped the condensation off her glasses before calmly and silently taking a seat on the opposite side of the ring.
The referee ran between them to prevent any exchange before the match had started. It was organized into a series of three rounds where opponents would attempt to destroy each other with 'facts and logic.' The winner would be judged by a panel of 'experts' who would score them a scale of based (10) to cringe (1). If books weren't being thrown by the end of the round, the spectators would be very upset. Dr Goume is advocating for the mass extermination of infidels (riffraff) in Sib Ramash while measly Millie Wilson pathetically claws to threads arguing AGAINST.
ROUND ONE: *ding, ding
The pasty giant fired off a series of scriptural attacks to knock back the weak legged nerd girl.
"How do you respond to Surah 3:56 (...smite the riffraff where-ever you find them. Make them feel subdued, for they deny my divinity (Oofler) and scoff at my laws) of the Yellow Book? Or are you speaking in contradiction to Oofler's words?"
Millie Wilson parried the blow.
"Surah 3:23 of the Yellow Book states a riffraff is one who rejects the teachings of Baal AND blasphemes Oofler. Of course, by this interpretation the citizens of Sib Ramash may be spared if they abstain from blasphemy."
Goume's glasses steamed up with annoyance. He toked again to calm the nerves.
ROUND TWO: *ding, ding
Goume threateningly presented a very heavy volume of the Nepholic teachings. It could have crushed a little girls skull. Nepholic Teachings of Baal Vol. 19 Surah 63:102 (New Reddian Translation) "They're excellency the almighty Kraxx ordained the Kingdom to end the people of the Book. For they committed apostasy against their caretakers (spirits of the land) so their life connection is severed forever." Goume's face molded into a sneer. "The Teachings order us to rip infidels (People of the Book) from the face of Avaris.
I have read all of the volumes of Nepholic teachings and can quote them at will. What hope have you of defeating me?"
Unfazed by the brazen intimidation, Little Millie countered with a controversial right uppercut jab. "The Nepholic volumes are unreliable because they contradict Oofler's Yellow Book."
*Gasp The crowd went silent. She carried on.
"Yellow Book, Surah 4:01, those that reject spiritual authorities are to be cut off.... The Nepholic texts claim they must die, but Oofler says they should be ostracised."
Goume remained silent.
ROUND THREE: *ding, ding
Little Millie went on the offensive with a BOLD STATEMENT. "The reason these texts contradict is because Nepholi's ORIGINAL manuscripts were DESTROYED in a fire 25 years after his death. And only his old and mentally deteriorated associates could recollect some of the writings based off memory. It wasn't until 60 years after his death that these writings were published into the multi-volume books that Warlocks study. Oofler's Yellow Book is the most accurate source to consult-..."
The voluptuous behemoth scoffed and rolled his eyes at the DAVID OAK rhetoric on shameless display.
"Looks like someone has been taking the accursed David Oak Dissecting Baalism course. He is a dissident and hated enemy of the academic establishment, so I hope you don't need scholarships anytime this century. While you claim the Nepholic texts are 'unreliable,' the Grand Council of warlocks consult the spirits who are the inspiration behind the manuscripts anyway. Our verdict is to purge the riffraff in Sib Ramash so we can build a luxury Warlock retreat on the premium river views. As it says in the Yellow book, we are the final decision makers.
Yellow Book, Chapter (Surah) 9:23, ' ...the knowledge of the Warlocks supersedes all understanding. Submit to their authority.'
So you can take those dumb remarks of David Oak back where you came from."
Goume sat triumphant over the speechless opponent, her eyes red and glazed with emotion. He smugly waited for the tears to flow. Millie SNAPPED!
A Nepholic volume sailed through the air.
And hit Dr. Bradley Goume right on his bald pointy head. He dropped the fog cannon.
The crowd went WILD
Goume was out cold!
Millie Wilson: 8, 6, 9 +10 for KO (Millie Wilson victory!)
Bradley Goume: 4, 5, 2
Muharibillah in Marundia
Muharibillah terrorists have launched attacks in 999 territory on some isolated highways. As the overstretched SUSU struggle to maintain their territorial integrity, rebel extremists have firmly taken control of Abujin, and the countryside around it. After these attacks it is inevitable that the 999 Army will be engaging in combat with this new dangerous entity.
The city of Makaradi continues to endure a siege, it is likely they will succumb to total attrition within a few weeks. Holdouts and pockets of Socialist resistance are being crushed by the day. 999 forces continue to tighten their grip on the South. The battle for Zagichir is only a matter of time.
Blue: MS999 (Feuraxia)
Red: Socialist Union of South Usea
Green: Muharibillah
Hail the Confederation!
The recently selected Minister of Interior Victor Salvador sat in an office, working. The announcement of the new Cabinet hadn't been made public yet, but he had work to do nonetheless. Preparing an opening speech. Departmental restructuring. Ideological purging. Book black lists. Revamped curriculum. Brainwashing. All high on Victor's list of priorities. He had ensured his appointment to this position by influence within the Phalanx. As a Ridnezite immigrant under the Utopian NTUP visa policy, he had migrated legally to Utopia and attained citizenship after awhile. He pondered his future plans.
He was stirred from his thoughts by a curt knock on the door and an individual entering. A young woman in a suit-skirt combo walked in. The tac-toc tac-toc of her high heeled shoes resonating against the wooden floor as she approached Victor's desk. He stood from his desk, leaning on his arm to make it easier, and with a slight limp walked towards a wall sized window on one side of his office. The woman adjusted her direction, and finally stood next to him staring out that same window.
"I've got the documents on the investigation into Sergio Vitale's death that you asked for. It's as you suspected, the police ruled it an accident and closed the case."
She extended a red-nail polished hand holding a manilla folder. Victor accepted the folder.
"Thank you Claudia."
There was a slightly awkward silence as Victor leafed through the folder.
"Have you... given any thought to the movement?"
Victor did not even look up at her as he answered.
"The ideology will be called Neo-Phalanxism. We will call the movement's supporters renovationists. And we shall publicly announce its existence and policy once I have got approval from the central government to create this off-shoot. Utopia will likely have to be unified again before they agree though."
Claudia, as was apparently the woman's name, briefly thought over what he just said, and then looked out the window again. Contemplating.
"I'll contact the tailor company then, to submit designs for uniforms. You wanted them to be based off the Utopian Phalanx uniform, but with influences from the Ridnezite Zend-"
"Yes Claudia."
Victor cut her off, while closing the manilla folder, apparently satisfied, and wheeling around to face his desk.
"If that is all, you may leave, I have much work to do."
With those words he began walking back to his desk with a slight limp. He has always had difficulty walking since that day. Since the explosion. But he prefers to avoid using a cane to walk if he can. For long distances though, it's unavoidable.
Claudia waited a moment more, perhaps wondering if to once again try to offer to help him walk. That never ended well. Or perhaps trying to find something else to discuss with him. Or maybe she wondered what he was thinking about himself. His mind always did seem so... unknowable. It fascinated her.
Ultimately however she decided to walk away, and tac-toc tac-toc of her heels continued to sound right back to the door, and it faded into memory as she closed that thick wooden door behind her.
Victor looked over his plans for the Universities.
"I'll have the last laugh..."
Hail the Confederation!
H-Hello again! I see you haven't sent me your a-an-answer yet. I am patient, buddy, but...
*Chuckling*
EVEN patient b-being can start to become i-impatient! So keep dwelling on your answer, G-George. But remember this.
*Cracking*
I NEED your answer by sunset of tomorrow. Or else...good bye, old pal!
George stared with dismay at his computer screen. What WAS this thing? How did it know his name? And most of all...what was this 'or else'? George leaned back in his chair, sighing. He would have to get the job. There was no other choice. And he could see his dad again. George picked up a picture on his bedside table. It was a photo of a tall man holding a baseball bat, with a little boy on his shoulders. The man and boy were laughing at some long-forgotten joke. George felt a tear roll down his cheek. "I'll see you again, Dad." He whispered, "I will find."
Hail the Confederation!
The Expedition into The Great Dairn Abyss (Part 5)
Written by Lieutenant Fred Campos
The gunboat, Whaler, was tossed around the swells of the raging sea. The Whaler had a capacity of 30 men and had a tonnage of 10 tons, minus the equipment which added another two dozen tons. The Whaler was armed with five heavy machine guns, each with 30mm, armor-piercing bullets. Along with that were another eight medium machine guns, 12 light machine guns, one EMP cannon, and three, small anti-gunboat torpedos. My unit, the 44th Naval Tactical Squad from the KMS Wavelength, was a group of highly trained men with high-powered automatic rifles and snipers, along with the usual assortment of specialized military weapons.
We neared the coils of the reptilian thing that we were ordered to investigate. The helmsman reduced speed and a group of eight men with scientific equipment swam toward the nearest coil. I stood watch, my high-powered Overdrive rifle aimed at the coils. The leader of the landing party, 3rd Ensign Trinidados Rodriguez, called out to me and announced that from the flesh he took from the reptilian thing, it was confirmed that it was serpentine. I told him and the rest of the unit to board the gunboat again so we could report our findings to the officers back on the ship.
Suddenly, the sea boiled and a massive coil reared out of the water and almost capsized the Whaler. The serpentine monster thrashed its coils and the Whaler was thrown around. Simultaneously, all the guns onboard the Whaler opened fired. The gunners, all battle-hardened snipers with experience fighting the insurgent and pirate groups off the coasts of the Republic of Kam scored direct hits. To our great misfortune, the bullets had no effect as they glanced off the hide of the monster. I radioed the bridge of the KMS Wavelength to send reinforcements.
Hail the Confederation!
Party in Power: Utopian Phalanx
Demonym: Conservatism
Current Leader: Olivia Reading
Utopian Senate
Technically bound by the constitution set under Andrew III Hazelwood, Reading has been forced to establish a legislative chamber. The Utopian Senate is made up of 100 seats, each with one vote. Ties are settled by a vote from the Cabinet. The 100 seats are distributed across Utopian provinces and filled by an internal election within the party. Only party members may vote and nomination as a candidate requires approval from the local government of the province they are running in. The first Utopian Senate was filled by direct appointment from Phalanx upper echelons in place of elections, as not all of Utopia was yet unified. Since Utopia is a one party state, the Senate's seat distribution is often broken up by internal divisions, some of these cliques, while outwardly identifiable are very secretive about their operations.
Perpetual regent of Utopia
Olivia was born in East Utopia to a legacy "border lord" family, a term used to refer to the descendants of the Utopian Nobility who administered the lands of Utopia's Eastern border. Her parents however had been married into by the foreign elite brought in by the Hazelwoods, and she is named after her grandmother. As her family had a long history of military service, Olivia too aimed to earn a military career. Her initial grades in school were nothing special, and were it not for concessions made by Arthur I Hazelwood's regime to the border lords, she may well not have made it into an officer academy at all. She did however prove far more promising once there, earning high scores and gaining much fame among her instructors. On her graduation she was assigned to the Utopian Defence Forces, from which she quickly climbed the ladder of leadership.
By the time of the chaotic GIU civil war that led to its collapse, Reading was the most competent military commander in loyal service, and perhaps the only reason the government had time to flee back to Noskyavia and form Silver Imperial Utopia. During this period, under the Marcus Lanistar administration, Olivia Reading was the highest ranking Utopian in the military chain of command, and following Lanistar's death, she was the natural choice to lead SIU in the civil war against the Church of Umbra. After her victory, she was the obvious successor for Lanistar, where she now reigns.
Voice of the Government
Artir comes from one of the few notable families of Norther Utopian elite. And the only family to have successfully followed the original government of GIU into exile, and back to found SIU. He quickly became a prominent mogul in SIU, pushing industry, particularly of a military nature, producing leased designs from Utopias allies. He soon came in contact with founding members of the Phalanx, and was quick to join, implementing some of their early ideas in his own business model. Upon ascending to her position as leader of the nation, Reading hand picked him as her second in command for his vast experience in civilian administration, an offer he did not turn down.
Minister of Interior
Jose is as mysterious as he is influential. Coming out of nowhere, with not even his last name public knowledge, the man was appointed to his position for seemingly no reason at all. The only information known about him is that he has worked both in law enforcement and military intelligence at some point in his career.
Minister of Exterior
Silvia is a childhood friend of Olivia Reading. Where Reading went into the military, Silvia loved languages and people, and secured a position at the Utopian Embassy to Jocospor. When Reading won the civil war against the Umbrites, she recalled Silvia to the capital, and offered her a position as Minister of Exterior.
Minister of War
Luitpold Scholz is a 42 year old Xaviet officer of lower nobility that used to serve in the 5th Imperial Guards division when said division was sent down to the Roskayan commissariat in 2015, where it engaged in some... Questionable acts regarding the town of Levyne (Lewin in Xaviet after the renaming campaign) which resulted in many civilian casualties, he was promoted on several occasions for competence in the field, having already followed an officer's education and eventually reaching the rank of Major General but being removed from his division as the 5th Guards already had a more than competent commander, instead being placed in command of the 132nd mechanised division and eventually earning an order of the silver dagger 1st class, and a promotion with it. in the initial recapture of the SIU territory, as he was the only experienced officer in the territory at the time he was automatically appointed Oberkommandant and, later, Protector of the (at the time) Utopian Protectorate.
Treasurer of the Treasury
Georgio is a famed financier and banker, working at various points for public and private banks in Utopia, as well as in international banking. He was the natural choice for Treasurer when Reading was constructing her cabinet for the post civil-war Utopia. Georgio will have the difficult task of financing the reunified Utopia's reconstruction.
Minister of Culture
Kiara is an accomplished businesswoman working in the tourism sector, Kiara was offered the position of Minister of Culture to revive Utopia's once thriving tourism industry.
Minister of Transport
Luis was not a gifted child, but he had every possible help money could buy growing up, going into the relatively non-prestigious business of logistics, much to his family's disappointment. As the son of a famous Utopian noble family that followed the Hazelwoods into Utopia, expectations were high. When Reading ascended, the family pulled strings to have their son Luis appointed as Minister of Transport.
Minister of Business
Laura is the most successful businesswoman in Utopia, owning a range of businesses and managing her fair share of large conglomerates. Her connections to the Phalanx ensured her appointment as Minister of Business.
Minister of Education
Not much is known of Victor's early life, other than it took place in Ridnez. Being an ethnic Ridnezite, it is presumed he did not suffer much under the New State regime. Or perhaps he fled before that. Upon his arrival in Utopia he was awarded an automatic degree in Psychology by the Hazelwood University on Government orders, citing "co-validation" of an existing degree he had elsewhere. He spent most of his remaining time in SIU carrying out a Masters in Political Science, and building political connections within the Utopian Phalanx. When Olivia ascended to government, he leveraged those contacts for a position within the new cabinet as Minister of Education. Truth be told, there was not a lot of competition for the role, and he is naturally qualified for the job.
Minister of Health
Sandra is a gifted medical school graduate and doctor now promoted to Minister of Health, likely on account of her family's status as imported nobility who arrived with the Hazelwoods in their conquest of Utopia. Much like her brother, she received every possible support studying and growing up, managing to skip a grade and graduate Medical School with no problems. After a brief time as a doctor at the prestigious Hazelwood Univeristy Hospital, she was called to serve as the Minister of Health.
Utopian Cabinet announced and publicised.
Hail the Confederation!
On the Corpalan coast, an intelligence officer has just received a new radio, in the hopes to intercept Merconian transmissions. He flips the switch to shortwave and begins twiddling the dials- and to his surprise, he hears not the voice of a Merconian, but a Solmaran man. Turning up the volume, he listens in shock to the events currently unfolding across the sea:
"...it's utter chaos... SSP party flags everywhere are being torn down and replaced with those of the Communist Party of Soltierra... rioters have stormed the capital and- crackle -unshots... the police are either being push- crackle -or have joined the rioters. Chants of 'Topple Ocampo! Instate Castille' fill the streets. They may- crackle -power."
A storm of cheers and crackling suddenly fills the radiowaves.
"The CPS flag is being risen over the presidential palace... I can see Ocampo being led out in handcuffs! This is no protest! This is a cou-"
The signal suddenly goes silent. No matter how hard he tries, the intelligence officer cannot find it again.
Hail the Confederation!
---radio static---
A cold silence emanated like a breeze across the command room, turning the air staler the longer it radiated from the transmitter on one side of its table. The lowly CEV officer could not seem to let go his thumb from the transmitter's button, in a similar predicament as a tongue sealed to a frozen pole. Indeed, the content of the sound waves that had just reverberated the air certainly dropped the chamber's temperature a few degrees. But it was far from the most chilling aspect of the facility. The longer the silence ensued, the more the envoy felt frustration trying to break down what that title truly belonged to.
"Anyone other than the Corpalans received this?", a figure situated at the seat directly opposite to the agent on the elongated rectangular table finally shattered the silence. From his perspective, the figure was but a silhouette - the only discernable aspect of its being was the eerily white glimmer of his glasses.
"Not that I am aware of. The source of the transmission was cut not long after we intercepted this, Director Eisen."
As if on queue with the articulation of his name, the shadowy entity leaned forward and entered visibility. His elbows rested on the table, forearms firmly upright as his hands clasped together in a tent-like form. Aldritch Eisen's expression was difficult to tell with his mouth obscured by the interlaced fingers. Not like it mattered, those stern eyebrows were plastered dawn to dusk. Still, the dimness of the room kept the bright glint of his spectacles that hid away the eyes - the barometers of one's soul. Maybe it was the Director who plunged the room to a subfreezing chill.
"You know what is next. It is only a matter of time before elsewhere learns of the situation. Not that it is of concern, if everything follows through our scenario, few other great powers should turn their attention to this mountainous peninsula.", assertions flowed from the Director - whose mouth movements were impossible to notice - like a speaker box.
"What scenar-"
"Leave."
Upon realizing he was entering a realm of national security far above his assigned expertise or worth, the agent swiftly complied with the gravelly-spoken command. Eisen held his composure alongside a controlled silence until he had heard the slight thump upon the closure of the slowly swinging entrance door.
Perhaps it was the conference room itself that permeated the cold presence. A chamber thrice as long as it was wide, with a ceiling looming six meters above the meeting table. No windows dotted any of the dark grey sealed concrete walls - the sources of illumination diffused from light blue LED light strips embedded into the ceiling lines. The most notable feature of the office, however, were the eight massive television screens embedded into the walls on the two opposite sides (four each) orthogonal to the doorway.
One screen left of Eisen's view had flashed on, projecting the video manifestation of Nicholas Fleming - the Merconian Director of Foreign Affairs - donning a signature plain black tailored suit with a navy blue tie nestled on his chest, the obsessively organized bookshelves of his office lurking in the background. An imported Diaran cigar was clenched firmly in his teeth, an illicit token obtained against a cemented trade embargo.
"So how do we go with this.", Fleming chided amidst bouts of nicotine exhalation, "The Soltierrans have already signed their fate."
Eisen abstained from any utterance of response. He had requested a full cabinet meeting, not a one-on-one with a boss who was fixated on surpassing his predecessor. Indeed, the shadow left by Hank Dikkerson was an eclipsing one, one of a grand inescapable void that dragged anything in its vicinity down into its insatiable stomach.
Noticing the cold shoulder, Fleming initiated once more, "We've already planned this scenario out. Let's not waste time waiting for the other guys to tune in... Are you grinning behind those hands perhaps?"
Another screen whirred with grainy static as Director of Defense, Ronald Hampsfeld, enjoined the classified seminar. One monitor after another, the dim room became enamored with luminescence. Within minutes, the director of Merconia's CEV security apparatus leaned before a digital audience of the country's most significant political figures, bar the President himself.
The static shuffling hadn't even calmed before Fleming's Deputy Director, Edward Voigt, jumped to a conclusion none of his peers took surprise of, "Leave not a standing structure from those squabblers. The world will only cry crocodile tears, before forgetting the 12 million meatbags that inhabited that peninsula."
"If I may correct you, we're at scenario D. You're bringing up scenario Z.", Trade Delegate, Jonah Lieber, interjected.
"By Axon can this bloke stop rushing to the contingency plan whenever something happens.", Holden Smith, octogenarian Director of Interior, slammed the top of his dimly lit mahogany desk with a reverberating power to digitally project the thud, "We get rid of Soltierra and the next thing we know, the atavists crowd at their residential perimeters to throw molotovs at the men in blue."
From his office in the Department of Commerce, Henry Valtenburg embedded his own presence into the commotion, "Why are we all forgetting that half of the Destello mountains are still in Soltierra?"
"The promised contracts of Davidson Mining are accounted for in all scenarios we have outlined.", Eisen finally intervened before the bickering could devolve any further. Adjusting his glasses, the CEV Director promptly stood upright, thrusting backward the office chair he had been entrenched in. "The topic of discussion is not the predetermined neutralization of Soltierra's unity. No."
Eagerly listening, the Merconian political elite halted their side-conversations. A chill almost seemed to encompass the aggregated atmospheres of the CEV and federal Department headquarters. But not of consternation.
"You are all aware of the Siren Initiative, no?"
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The Expedition into the Great Dairn Abyss (Part 6)
Written by 1st Lieutenant Ren Delacruz
I was the watchman on the shift and as I raised my binoculars, I saw the gunboat Whaler being tossed around by the sea monster. I could hear the heavy gunfire and electric pulses. My radio crackled and I heard the voice of the Whaler’s commander, “Our weapons have no effect! Send reinforcements!” I rushed to the bridge, going up the stairs, three at a time.
I knocked on the control tower’s reinforced door and had my face and thumbprints scanned by the door’s electronics. After a few seconds, the doors’ gears clicked and opened, revealing several black coated officers. I strode forward three paces, straightened up and saluted. The captain’s staff saluted back and I approached the captain; Luther Aquino. I saluted again and the captain faced me. He was a good five inches taller than me and had a muscular build. I remembered that during my time as a naval cadet, Aquino had bodied 12 soldiers during the combat training demonstrations.
“Lieutenant, what is your concern,” Aquino said. “If this is about the gunboat Whaler, then I already know. I would be sending a unit of 10 boats.”
“Sir, I request to be on one of the men sent there to help,” I said.
“I agree,” the captain said, “You leave on 1900 hours.”
I saluted and left the room.
Hail to the confederation!
the State of Khersh to the southwest, under the administration of the National State of Sagrea; the Commisariate of Sonewzk to the south, under joint administration between the Kingdom of Arlenzia and the Xaviet Empire; the Kingdom of Krasdona; and the Zsardom of Borelya-Lesat in the far east.
The secessions are formalised through the Treaty of Blankenstadt of 2024 and supported by the Permission of Secession Act of 2024, both signed by representatives from the Federal Republic of Daulmārk, the newly established states, and their guardians, outlining the rights and responsibilities of each party.
These territories, without prejudice or resentment, are to be considered states independent of Daulmārkian administration. Under no pretext may they be influenced or coerced to fulfill the obligations of the Daulmārkian government.
While recognising the independence of these states, Daulmārk remains committed to fostering friendly relations and cooperation in areas such as trade, security, and cultural exchange. In the spirit of unity and reconciliation, Daulmārk pledges to address any lingering grievances and work collaboratively with the new states to ensure a peaceful transition and a prosperous future for all involved.
Henceforth, His Majesty Zsar Ottokar Lœreicer II of Daulmārk will abandon his post as ceremonious sovereign and transfer with his family and possessions to Borelya-Lesat to instead be awarded the title of Victorious Consul.
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Over the past week, Councillors of the National Council and Komistet of Daulmārk have drafted the Permission of Secession Act of 2024 to release sovereignty over several populated territories of Eastern Noskyavia which were illegally occupied by the regime of Frederik Slumman last year. The specific territories, which are estimated to have suffered the most from the attempted genocides, will be determined by the Treaty of Blankenstadt of 2024 as either completely autonomous or under continental alliance protection. Several states are to be suspended in a transitionary period until larger powers can determine which duties they should adopt for themselves in relation to these territories. The Komistet have issues a hopeful statement that these permitted secessions will ease tensions against the government of Daulmārk, though the majority of post-“Eastern Succession Plan” land gain will remain firmly under Daulmārkian democratic administration. The Zsar Ottokar II has been voluntarily dismissed of his ceremonial status and will relocate to one of these new independent territories as a thankful ally of the Daulmārkian administration. |
With Armistice forces reaching the capital of San Ludres last week, the ongoing conflicts are beginning to die down as political talks between local and Armistice representatives have emerged from the smoke. PCN candidate Valentín Bassano is set to accept emergency presidential authority during the ongoing campaign, and hopes to eventually take over from Armistice’s charitable distributions to the population using foreign imported goods. Armistice’s TITAN has warned incumbent Bassano to be cautious of any influence beyond his own as cartel spies seek to destabilise democratic control. |
Daulmārk Direct is record of the National Media Concern.
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Today, The Federal Republic of Daulmark signed the Treaty of Blankenstadt and passed the Permission of Secession Act of 2024, allowing the creation of Krasdona, a constitutional monarchy in the south, The Zsardom of Borelya-Lesat led by Zsar Ottokar Lœreicer II in the east, the State of Kersh in the west (to be administered by The National State of Sagrea, and the Commisariate of Sonewzk to the south, under joint administration between the Kingdom of Arlenzia and the Xaviet Empire. Zsar Ottokar has voluntarily agreed to be dismissed of his status as ceremonial monarch of Daulmark so that he may govern Borelya-Lesat. This action was approved by the National Council and Komistet of Daulmārk, seeking to repair some of the damage done by the Slumman administration. |
Earlier last week, Armistice forces announced that they had reached the Tescan capital of San Ludres, leading combat in the nation to lessen gradually as talks between Armistice and Valentín Bassano of the National Conference Party begin. Bassano is expected to receive the office of President for the remainder of the campaign and until democratic elections can be held in the country. Armistice officials have warned Bassano to remain wary of potential spies, as cartels still aim to destabilize and destroy Gran Tesca. |
The Blankenstadt Times is record of the Ministry of Information and Propaganda.
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Hellslayer, Salcanceacy, Feuraxia, New England INC, and 6 othersVlaRiSsiA, Panthera Order, Daulmark, Johill, Sagrea, and Corpala
Eilesky
21h45
-11 degrees
In the silence of a once grand and lively
Ballroom, alexei Senior was standing in a dilapidated room where time stood still now the home of rats, dried blood, and spiders, but this moment of contemplation was soon over when Nikolai Ozarev joined his friend and said breaking the silence
Nikolai.O:nothing has changed since the day
Of the revolution and the birth of my godsons
Alexei.S:we can’t renovate or demolish an important that of the history of our glorious brotherland
Nikolai.O:There is no nation more glorious
Than mayakava
Alexei.S: you are completely right dear friend,
Our nation is beautiful and glorious, life outside is
Unsafe and dangerous
Nikolai.O:Why bother living such a safe and beautiful brotherland ?
Alexei.S:As father of the nation and former brother, you need to leave to see your allies, we can’t organise every meeting here
Nikolai.O:such a shame, it would be infinitely better
After sharing a knowing smile the two men
Were still standing in their places
Alexei.O:Even thought, my dear sons are now the brothers of the nation , I will go in their places they don’t know the world outside of mayakava
A world built for them to thrive
Nikolai.O:i perfectly understand you as a parent your children can be adults but protecting them is your duty, you have built a perfect and safe environment for them
Alexei.S:and I’ve built all the ground work
To educate our comrades so they always respect and praise our family and the brother of the nation
Nikolai.O:we truly live in a glorious and safe brotherland
Alexei.S:a perfect haven that my dear sons
Don’t have to leave
Hail the confederation
Hunem, Hellslayer, New England INC, VlaRiSsiA, and 4 othersPanthera Order, Johill, Corpala, and Parasio
oh hey we're alive again
Hail the Confederation
Hunem, Feuraxia, New England INC, VlaRiSsiA, and 4 othersPanthera Order, Ridnez, Tanjeria, and Johill
My fellow CCDers,
We're so back
Hail the Confederation!
Hunem, Feuraxia, New England INC, VlaRiSsiA, and 5 othersPanthera Order, Ridnez, Tanjeria, Johill, and Corpala
Top News Stories And Academic Research Papers Of Today.
It comes as no surprise that since its separation from Sissania, St. Michelle has been on a steep, and sharp decline. In fact, recent studies made by the University of North Ihor, suggests every 30 seconds, one murder takes place. The issue is so bad, the president has issued a state of emergency. "It's awful," Says Michelan immigrant Louis DuPont in his native Michelan creole. "Everyday you walk past dead bodies strewn up by some gang, but you don't feel anything you're so desensitive." That's not all, according to the international GDP per Capita, St. Michelle is the poorest country on the planet, the economy is so bad in fact, that one standard Michelan Pièq is worth; .00000065ß Standard Sissanian Pièqs. Even the richest struggle to buy food for their family. Of course, Glorious Reveered Eternal leader Alecinder Peras, has announced aid to the small island nation. In two months time, a portion of the peacekeeper forces will be sent to the island in order to provide food, safety, and stabilization, as well as an eradication of local gangs. In exchange, the Michelan government has authorized the Sissanian government to have autonomy over Michelan palm oil, and petroleum resources, located in local waters. |
Early this month the Sissanian government has announced a joint launch with Salcanceacy, of a revolutionary new weather tracking sattelite. It is planned to launch in early may, and will serve to track hurricane patterns near Sissania in order to warn locals before they're hit. However, this will not work in the region of Grosconie for unspecified reasons. |
Credit to Daulmark for the logo
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Ah, how wonderful it is to be amongst our fellow dictators once again.
Hail the Confederation!
Hellslayer, Feuraxia, New England INC, Panthera Order, and 5 othersRidnez, Tanjeria, Johill, Corpala, and Parasio
The Expedition into the Great Dairn Abyss (Part 7)
Written by 1st Lieutenant Ren Delacruz
I was given the command of the large gunboat, Candon, with its 50 man crew. I held onto my Overwatch rifle, the upgraded, more powerful version of the Overdrive rifle. I saw the Whaler up ahead, being thrown around the raging waters by the monstrous serpentine coils. I hefted my rifle and locked in a clip of 30, high-powered bullets. I curled my finger around the trigger and shouted at my soldiers to open fire on the monster.
The barrage came in three to five-second heavy bursts. I continued firing my Overwatch and locking in clips of bullets. The helmsman and navigators were also firing, the bullets arcing in red, yellow, orange tracer bursts.
I noticed that the monster had no visible wounds, even though our continous barrage scored direct hits on its dark green, almost black flesh. I slung my rifle and made my way to the gunboat’s forward cannon.
The ensigns assisted me load the high-explosive 3-inch shells into the forward cannon. Our autoloader was defective due to the lack of maintenance on the Candon due to the military engineers having no time to maintain because of the government’s ambitious new plan; the Goliath Dreadnought project.
I aimed at the nearest coil attacking the Whaler and fired.
Hail to the Confederation!
My beautiful statistics...
*sobbing* 😭😭😭
Hail to Confederation!
Warning Sirens
Antonio Castille sat at his new desk, poring over state documents. After taking power in a coup, he had been awake day and night attempting to reorganize Soltierra and consolidate his power.
As he stared at the already massive pile of classified documents, Castille let out an audible sigh as some aide handed him yet another folder, this one about security in Orotina, one of the SSU's constituent republics. He opened the folder, and began reading, downing several cups of coffee in the process. The documents detailed that Orotina was not nearly as loyal as previously perceived- according to the papers, a full twenty-six percent of the populace were Merconian sympathizers, actively working to dismantle the socialist system in Soltierra.
When Castille saw the number, his jaw dropped. He instantly called a meeting with Soltierra's new People's Security Agency, organizing a plan to purge UF sympathizers from power and restore ideological loyalty in Orotina.
Miles away on Kanten, a Merconian agent listening in over wiretaps smiles.
Hail the Confederation
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