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Cardinal Marazan is currently aboard a Victory Class Star Cruiser en route to Europa. The ship will rendezvous with your fleet present there and continue from there aboard your ships.
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, and American Pere Housh
The Constitution is Finished!
We are still working out the very last bits (The Electoral Registry), but with that being said, the Elections for the President and the Secretary of the Assembly are beginning soon!
You all have 3 days to either DM me or Telegram me if you want to run for either President or Secretary of the Assembly. All I need is your Candidate's Name, and your nation name!
Elections will start roughly 24 hours afterward.
Good luck!
Okir Aldakov of Krvava Koupel
Minister of the Interior
Jamstown, Karelignia, Ukraniumstan, Russia major, and 3 othersSalcanceacy, American Pere Housh, and New Imperial Britannia
Official Announcement from Pravum to all AWF Members
Cold Fusion technology has now been fully implemented in my economic sector. The creation of several large reactors is now well underway in Ceres Ultimo. Due to the large amounts of resources needed to conduct such an overhaul, I will be expanding the Belt mining operations to a significantly higher degree. Any attempts to establish mining/military instillations within the Belt itself will be met with overwhelming force. No negotiations will be accepted on this matter.
However, I do have another far more important announcement to make. Due to the rather, unfortunate constraints, that Ukrobrom has left tom me upon its destruction, I cannot maintain this form for much longer. Therefore, I am relegating myself to a system of networked artificial intelligences, spread out across all droids. This neural network will remain a closely guarded secret, as I am sure you can understand. Just understand that you will no longer be speaking to a single entity, but to billions of individual intelligences, all linked together in purpose, but independent in function. The paths they will take following this improvement will now be entirely up to them. Farewell.
The feed goes silent for a few moments until a new voice speaks...
The Old One gives us strength, and we begin our new journey into the universe.
Jamstown, Tribe of peace, The order of the holy inquisitors, Karelignia, and 9 othersRussia major, Salcanceacy, American Pere Housh, 2nd imperial german reich, South reinkalistan, Kafair, New Imperial Britannia, Best rwanda, and Espana francista
Minister Say'il
The Czar is more than willing to meet your Sultan in Kafair, however, we would need to come to other arrangements. The Czar's preferred mode of transport is by air, what would the closest airport to these hanging gardens. Furthermore the Imperial Household guard, the Czar's close and personal bodyguards, are accustomed to travelling with him everywhere. I trust the fact that both he and they habitually bear arms will not constitute a problem?
-The Prince of Perm, Exterior Executive Minister of Russia Major
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, Kafair, and New Imperial Britannia
Prince of Perm
Of course not, they are free to be armed in their traditional way, though we are of course arranging for this meeting to be under guard as is. The closest airport is Baghdad International Airport, in Baghdad, about 60 miles from the Hanging Gardens. We will provide transport from the airport to the Gardens. We await the Czars arrival.
-Minister of the Exterior, Micahel Say'il
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, Russia major, and New Imperial Britannia
On behalf of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Ronald I of 
World Empire and his wife Her Imperial Majesty Empress Rhianen we would like to inform you that the Emperor and his wife will be attending, The Emperor and his wife will make sure to show up according to your wishes. The Emperor will be wearing his usual uniform with his coronation robes and the Empress will dress in a fine Imperial red dress as she worn during the coronation, we will arrive along with the necessary courtiers and servants. H.I.M. Emperor Ronald I is looking forward to it.
Yours sincerely,
His Imperial Excellency Lord Daniël Blackstone,
Imperial Secretary of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Ronald I
Jamstown, Ixilia, Tribe of peace, and American Pere Housh
Of course, as your only ally, I’ll be glad to attend.
Jamstown, Tribe of peace, Ukraniumstan, and American Pere Housh
OOC: Dios con nosotros! Here is overview of our fleet nation=espana_francista/detail=factbook/id=1324690
Jamstown, The order of the holy inquisitors, and Salcanceacy
European News Network (ENN)
As the elections speed up the current polls are in for the three major parties who are allowed to run for president.
Trotskyite Party: 24%
Liberal Democrat Party: 33%
Party for Freedom and Liberation: 43%
(Due to no candidate, the Conservative Democrat party is not running)
The Trotskyites have lost favour in the government as the PFL are leading in the polls.
WORKERS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, and Salcanceacy
Inhales Exhales Boi!
Jamstown, Karelignia, Salcanceacy, and Kafair
Minister Say'il,
The Czar, as I write this, is about to board his aircraft to travel south. I thank you on his behalf for this kind invitation, the friendship between the Kafiri and Greater Russian peoples is not one that shall be soon forgotten. For your information the flight should take no longer than 8 hours.
-The Prince of Perm, Exterior Executive Minister of Russia Major
Zemyla Petra Airbase, Zemyla Petra, Russia Major
The Czar, sitting on a leather sofa in his aircraft watches out of the window as the engines of his plane spin up, and soon the runway rushes by as the plane build up speed, finally lifting off from the ground into the air, climbing rapidly. Smiling, he accepts a glass of whiskey from an attendant. He swills it around the glass pensively, still smiling, then looking out of the window, he can be seen to murmur a few words.
'See you soon, Ori.'
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, Salcanceacy, Kafair, and 1 otherBest rwanda
The Baghdad International Airport is a mess of activity. A entire terminal has been closed off to the public, and guards and security personnel have taken up positions. A long convoy of black armored cars await, ready to ferry them off to the gardens. Say'il was among those at the convoy, which comprised 8 cars, all armored. They would have nothing ruin this meeting, or Say'il knew it would be his head on the chopping block.
The Hanging Gardens
A large group of gardeners and workers flitted over the gardens, ensuring they were in picture perfect condition for the meeting. A large table is brought out, drinks are readied, and general preparations are made. They had around 7 hours left. This had to go perfectly.
The sultan, overseeing this all, quietly slipped away, leaving his assistants in charge. He gazed out at the near endless desert before him, and turned his gaze to the sky.
"This meeting will mark a new passage in our relations. I await your arrival, Feodor."
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, Russia major, Salcanceacy, and 1 otherBest rwanda
7 Hours later, Kafairi Airspace
The Greater Russian Aircraft begins final approach, the pilot receiving final confirmation from Kafairi Air Traffic Control. The descent doesn't take long, the still desert air providing little challenge to an experienced pilot. And soon enough the jet stood still on the runway, the door still shut.
Inside the Jet, in the private suite of rooms where the Czar resided while aboard, Feodor is inspecting himself in the mirror. He pulls the uniform tunic down, flattening out a few creases generated by the belt worn high on his waist. He turns side-on, looking for any flaws in the azure tunic of the Imperial Skyguard. Finally satisfied he reaches for his sabre, checking over the gold fittings, then the blade, both for sharpness and for shine. Then finally, his revolver, a Webley Mark VI, it is expertly shined, and loaded with 6 rounds, he snaps it shut, returning it to its holster. Finally, he leaves his suite, and heads for the door. Nodding to the head of his bodyguard.
Leaving the aircraft goes quickly enough, the guards step out, wearing their distinctive long Brown Coats, which concealed under them thick body armour and fully-automatic weapons. They scan the horizon, a few of them using infrared rangefinders to confirm the area is truly clear. Then, when the area is confirmed to be safe, Feodor steps out, flanked by two guards as the column of guards begins to approach the convoy.
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, Kafair, New Imperial Britannia, and 2 othersBest rwanda, and Espana francista
Callisto.
In a remote corner of the colony, a message is sent out to all the nations.
"This is the Proleteriat of New Imperial Britannia. We are asking for your support to overthrow the old regime. Please, help us."
Jamstown, Tribe of peace, Ukraniumstan, and American Pere Housh
Three of the guards on hand, dressed in blue police uniforms, approach the group, and bow deep to the assembled people. The extend their hands, and begin to lead them through the closed off terminal, past more guards, who break ranks to join them. As they take a right, into a small passageway, they come across a single door, which the guards promptly open. They step out, the convoy before them, on the tarmac. A gang of riot police, holding their large shields and dressed in body armor and closed helmets run forth, and form a barrier to either side of the Czar. As he begins to walk with the ground towards the car, he notices the glint of a sniper's scope, far above on the roof, slowly scanning the area before them.
He reaches the car, and is allowed into the spacious area, along with his guards, while the majority of the Kafairian guards hold their position. The convoy them begins to drive, and the Czar is treated to a truly exceptional feat of driving, brought to them by the Night Shadows driving the cars, as they swerve and turn, moving between each other, until the car holding the Czar is just another one in the group. And so they drive out into Baghdad, and begin towards the Gardens.
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| https://i.imgur.com/rHm9TzS.jpg (one entrance) | https://i.imgur.com/6Kv3EP3.jpg (one side) | https://i.imgur.com/zQjfD4w.jpg (overall view of the rebuilt gardens, which the czar sees first) |
It was beautiful. The convoy stopped, allowing out the Czar and his guards. They gazed up at the Gardens, a look of pure awe on the faces of the assembled. It was nearing dusk, and the rays of the sun illuminated the glorious Gardens. One of the Shadows stepped towards him, and extended his hand. "Welcome, your Majesty, to the Hanging Gardens." He gazed upon the lush planets to either side, as he and his men started to follow the rest of the Night Shadow through the long road towards the entrance. To either side, he saw the gardens rise higher and higher, plants covering it all. Water flowed freely in a moat around it, as they arrived at the bridge to the right, and began to cross. Birds, normally out of place here, flew above them, into the plants. They enter properly, rising up the stairs, and into the Gardens. A massive circular room, open to all sides and to the roof greeted them. Lights shone around them, as the fauna from the outside cast irregular shadows to the ground.
And there he was, pacing the room. His hair was longer then the last time Feodor had seen it, his eye patch ever present. He had one hand on his sword, the other on a ornate cane. (https://i.imgur.com/S4fdKYa.jpg) He saw Feodor, and his eye lit up. He grinned, and quickly made his way over, smiling widely. "Feodor! Welcome! Its been far too long!"
OOC: Casual Garden Flex
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, and Espana francista
From a dark corner within the region of New Orleans, a message was sent to Callisto.
“Copy that, brothers. We are the Proletariat of the DCU, but are outnumbered abs weak. We have resources. Over?”
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, New Imperial Britannia, and Espana francista
Imperian Palatse, Vihriholma
Miska is watching down the balcony of the Imperial Living Room again, thinking.
He is then aproached by a mysterious man in a black trillby and coat.
The Man says. "Mij reporti äre här, mij Majesti."
Miska nods, not even turning towards him. "Ja, Nikolas, vat äre dis?" ("Mi här doli tutne.")
The Man, apparently known as Nikolas, sighs. "Ikin venn de Jumalixie komma här, somi auf de möst devootti Suomenusko uskoniaen äre luoda yx uus organisaatia, kutsua "Ukkos Kaart". Ne tahtoa viedä uut de Jumalixie, und äre alottaa nähdä si yx verraattori auf mej Jumalie, mi valittaa. De Kaart voida tulla danker, if ei hoitaa keersesti."
Miska nods, now with a frown. "Ei ne ymmärtää? Mij frendie äre tehdä pakti met mej Jumalie, dis äre mör dan gud för mej. Im nemi auf Perkele, mitä mennä puhua met alla folkie."
Nikolas nods behind Miska. "Sij kommant. Surma Suojelee."
Miska responds. "Surma Suojelee."
And thus, Nikolas, the mysterious man has dissapeared from the scene.
Only left with Neptune in mild terror. ("First Noire and Miska together and now this!? This place is getting pretty wild...
Miska is turning around and gets to take just a couple of steps before Neptune confronts him. "Who was that man?"
Miska shrugs. "Someone I know, he has told me it is time to hold a speech."
Neptune raises her eyebrow. "On what?"
Miska laughs. "About you, and the other Goddesses."
Neptune understands. "Aah, alright. Umm, can I come too?"
Miska responds. "No." and walks away. "This is state's business, even if you technically run this country, I AM the Emperor."
Neptune sighs and sits on the sofa. "Ah geez, fine... Why does everyone hide things from me?"
TO BE CONTINUED!
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, and Espana francista
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, Salcanceacy, South reinkalistan, and 2 othersKafair, and New Imperial Britannia
OOC: I assume that there were questions about Faith concept and other new developments in Espana. I hope this Factbook will answer to them and help with understanding our ways in general.
Flag
Motto: Dios, Patria y Caudillo
Location
Population: 400 millions
Capital: Nuevo Toledo
Largest City: Nuevo Toledo
Official Language: Castellano
National Language: Castellano
Demonym: Espanan(s)
Government:
- Caudillo: Ernan Nunez de Balboa
Legislature:
- Military: Consejo Militar
-Religious: Consejo Cristiano
Elevation
Highest Point: Monte Negro 7312
Lowest Point: Iglesia Lake -200
Currency: Pesos
Time Zone: +1 GMT
Drives on the: Right
ESPANA FRANCISTA
The Holy Empire of Espana Francista commonly called Espana, is a Dictatorship in Azure Watester Federation. Espana’s mainland covers 740,000 square kilometers and has an estimated population of 400 millions. Espana comprises of 6 regions, 2 Nation-Important Cities and 2 space colonies of Solance and Gizmo.
Espana is one of two Nations, following True Faith. God has mercy to Espanan people and they have a deal with him. Espana is all dedicated to hailing Christ, the Savior. Power of their Faith is so strong, that God Almighty in His endless wisdom and overcoming care shares tiny part of this power. This is known as a Holy Pledge.
Etymology
Origin of the name are rooted into the history of Europe. Most historians agree that this is not self-determination of ancient tribe, but a name of province of an Roman Empire. Addition Francista was done to commemorate memory of brave general, who tried to save Espana from liberals and failed. Talks about changing name to Espana Cuadillana are going on, but modesty of Caudillo is preventing from happening.
The standard way to refer to a citizen of Espana Francista is as a "Espanan" or “Espanol(a)”.
Espana Francista is old nation, which history is full of victories and heroic defeats. Modern historiography divides its history into three main periods – Kingdom, Liberal Republic and modern Espana Francista. Date of establishment of independent state is 617 A.D.
Geography
Espana is located at the peninsula, where North and South Coasts are reachable and West part is nuclear barren. Square-like map above provides details about it geography. There are two main mountain massifs – Monte Blanco and Monte Muerte. Highest point of Espana Francista is Monte Blanco (7312 m). South is covered with swamps and jungles, north tend to steppe landscape, while west, central and east of Espana is covered with hills, forests and rivers.
Climate is mild Mediterranean with exceptions at the very south, where it is tropical and center, where climate is Continental.
Espana flora and fauna varies greatly, with 20% of all species of the world present. National animal is Bull, which represents national character – stubborn, aggressive and noble at the same time.
Demographics
Population of Espana is divided into two main groups – free people and slaves. Slaves constitute about 5% of population and are owned by free people in rural areas. They are used mostly as a field working force, though some of them are battle thralls or cultivated for ritual needs.
Free people constitute vast majority of 95% of population. Unlike slaves, free people can be denied right to be sacrificed and are regulated more strictly.
Population
Devout population of 400 million is distributed evenly around Espana, with above average numbers only in two Nation-Important cities of Nuevo Toledo and Bogota. Urbanization level is relatively low, with 40% of population living in small towns and rural areas (including slaves).
Language
Unification of language was among few achievements of Liberal Regime. Nowadays all Espanans speak same language, which is monitored and developed by Cervantes Institute in Nuevo Toledo. It is standard Spanish, although local dialects are still intact in some rural areas. It is widely spoken in the world and is considered one of the main languages of international affairs.
100% of Espanans are Catholics. Current Catholicism of Espana is in full compliance with RCC standards of liturgy and theology, although Holy Pledge. Holy Pledge is a deal of Old Testament scale. Espana offers God it children, like Abraham offered Isaac as a sacrifice. Faith was always in Espanans hearts, but now it is fueling their ships, loading their weapons and illuminating their churches. Elderly sacrifices themselves for the Greater Good of the Nation, with fires burning in every city and every village, hailing God Almighty. Deal was made between Caudillo and Jesus Malverde, with former making oath to keep Espana clean of heretics and heavens and latter to share God’s Grace with Nation. First move was so-called Holy Night, when all foreigners were offered as a Sacrifice along with atheist scum and others in Hand of Devil. Some may call this Pledge unholy magic, but Espanans know for sure that this is God path.
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”
Race
Racial question was never present in Espana. Only division is between Catholics and Heavens, with latter group being slaves of the former. Racial demography varies between different areas, while major cities have all colors united in one Faith and rural areas having clusters of black and Asian villages.
Rank | City | Metro area population | State |
1 | Nuevo Toledo | 18,000,000 | Nuevo Toledo |
2 | Bogota | 12,000,000 | Bogota |
3 | Violencia | 10,000,000 | Castellia |
4 | Crucifixion | 7,000,000 | Extremadura |
5 | Pereira | 6,800,000 | Aragon |
6 | La Victoria | 5,400,000 | Leon |
7 | Ponte del Norte | 5,000,000 | Leon |
8 | Rio Grande | 4,900,000 | Castellia |
9 | Ernan | 3,800,000 | Porto |
10 | Luz Verde | 3,500,000 | Andaluz |
Nation is ruled by Caudillo, who relies on his advisors. Country is divided into regions, where dualistic power system ends into the hands of Governor. Regional Consejo Cristiano is reporting both to Governor and Consejo Cristiano Nacional, while military authorities are responsible only to Governor. Rights and obligation of citizens are listed in Constitution.
Military of Espana Francista is divided into two main groups – Holy Navy and Armed forces, with former spreading Faith in Space and latter protecting Espana at Earth. For further information access respective articles.
Rank: 50-60
Currency: Peso
Fiscal Year: October
Labor Force: 250,000,000
Unemployment: 2%
Economy of Espana Francista is opposed to capitalism. Catholic Social doctrine is fully implemented and backed by powerful AI. This allows Espana to maintain equality among Christians. Private enterprise is allowed only in slave management due to character of this business. Espana relies mostly on itself, with only luxury goods being imported. Economy is leaning to weapons production and social stability, with every family having state sponsorship for most needs, including, but not limited to, housing, food, entertainment, religious needs and employment. Low levels of employment are guaranteed by religious sector, where those who don’t work have to prey and those whose prayers are not heard being sacrificed.
Espana is highly cultured nation, which was always major player in art. After exploring limits of traditional art and producing world-famous masterpieces, Espanan artists tend to find new forms and new ways of expression. Freedom of expression in art is guaranteed by State and the Church unless direct blasphemy or insult of the state is involved, but even in those conditions executions are rare.
Infrastructure of Espana is Omni channel interconnection of all cities, composing net of infrastructure. High speed trains are major transportation mean with railroad network covering every city or town with population above 50.000. Government supports usage of flying transport in rural areas, while cities are based on public transportation and private cars. Bicycles and similar means of transport are illegal for usage outside of special areas.
Energy
Energy system of Espana Francista combines two main parts – traditional fuel based systems and Faith.
Traditional fuels are obtained in Naftogas and from imports. Their share is declining with new Faith energy machines constant improvement, although rural areas will rely on them for long.
Faith is produced by these, who believe and those, who are sacrificed. Special devices are absorbing such energy, which is transited in subspace on any distance in a matter of moments. Those devices are not able to accumulate large amounts of energy without exponential growth of size. Thus makes Faith applications limited to large ships, large factories and other big machinery, where usage of space is justified. Scientists are constantly working on improvement of existing devices and there are hopes that one day Faith will be only fuel Espana needs.
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Jamstown, Karelignia, and South reinkalistan
Everywhere, Karelignia
In Karelignia. On every device, on every channel, anything that was supposed to play has been censored, as a new message, directly from the Government is sent.
The National Anthem, Mej Vaterlanti, is played, with "Imperial Broadcast incoming" written on the background. Then after the Anthem has ended to the its glorious last sounds, A live recording of the Emperor comes up on to the Screens. Miska, as always, dressed in his Black military uniform and wearing his glasses, sitting behind his desk in his Office. He organises his papers, and talks firmly to the camera.
"The Peoples of Karelignia, Finland, Karelia and Saamenia. Once again I will be talking in the Langua Anglia, to make my message very clear, let it not be confused. It has come to my attention that a few of you have started to question my loyalty to the very establishment that we all Know and Love as the Co-Regencial Empire of Karelignia, ruled by me, Emperor Miska I of Karelignia and her oversea territories. Let this not to be forgotten, that I have fought for as long as I remember for our Alliance of the Finnic Peoples, and I will not flee from the battle, not until the last breath I hast taken, and I can rest atlast. So keep in mind, that whatever actions will be done by hand and mind, will always be in thought of good of Karelignia and her people, you. Our state is and forever will be a sovereign one, not a pawn of any outer power, nor an inner one either. I do not demand you, but I obligate you, to stay true to the Crown, Gods and Fatherland! Only as a one, Nation marching in true unity, can we overcome the odds! Hail Imperia, thank you for your time."
The transmission ends, and the routine life in Karelignia continues, now with a pitch more of unity.
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Miska is once again talking to Nikolas on the Balcony. He has his hands behind his back, talking in a confident voice. "So, Nikolas, how are the Ukko's Guard now?"
Nikolas grins under his trillby's shadow. "The Speech was excellent, spreading the hoped message. Our shadow guardsmen have reported a decent rise in happiness and contentment amongst the folksmen. To add to your question, My Majesty, the Ukko's Guard has seen to be disbanding itself. With majority of the members leaving the Organisation due to your strong speech, the High Council of the Guard has elected to officially cease their operations, noticing their work being but useless discord. We have evaded a possible crisis. I say, it is time to celebrate, but that I leave you to. Surma Suojelee." And then he dissapears once again.
Miska nods. "Surma Suojelee."
TO BE CONTINUED! Kinda, not on this subject, but something else ; )
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, Salcanceacy, Kafair, and 1 otherEspana francista
OOC: Cleared this post idea with kare first, so dont worry
Imperian Palatse, Vihriholma, Karelignia
The pair of guards breathed out, their breath frosty. One of them gazed around, the street to either side empty. The guard house behind them was far warmer, but they had outside duty for now, as their third comrade operated the mechanism to open and close the huge gate behind them, leading into the palace. One of them pointed, as a man approached. They yelled out, calling for him to state his business at this gate, with it being but a side entrance, but he didnt respond.
Again they called out, one of them discreetly flicking off the safety on his rifle, but still not answer. A final warning, with no response. They knew the procedure, and raised their guns. Then, they fire. For a moment they thought they were done, but no such luck. Their bullets were gone, nothing but melted goop on the ground, steaming. At this point, even their comrade in the gate house were sweating. Their clothes, made for the cold, were quite literally drenched in sweat, and even as they continued firing, their bullets simply melted. It got to the point where the barrels of their guns were drooping, hot metal burning, as the bullets in their mags were turned into molten metal. The one on the right blacked out, followed by the leftmost one and their gatehouse comade. Heatstroke was a very rare thing this far north.
The man removed the hood, and drew out a mace, and set it to the ground, so it stood upright. It began to shine gold, as golden lines moved out of it, turning and joining to draw the Kafairian sun (just the sun in the flag). He picked up the mace, and entered the palace grounds.
Miska, who was reading, was suddenly subjected to a flurry of knocks at his study door, which opened to show a rather distressed looking Neptune. She began to speak, clearly nervous.
"Miska, someone is here. I can feel their presence, its overpowering. Its a god, I dont know who, I cant tell, they are strong, I dont know where the-"
'Neptune, calm. What is it, slowly this time."
"There is another god here, I dont know who it is. They are powerful, I dont understand why they are here, but it seems the gate guards are out with heat stroke."
Miska, to put it lightly, was unsettled. If Neptune was this nervous, something was amiss. "Lock down the palace, find this god qui-"
"No need. No need whatso ever."
Neptune looked around, as Miska got up quickly. "Show yourself! Who are you?"
"How very rude of me, let me introduce myself. I am Helion."
A heat, more intense then any Miska had felt before, rocked him. Helion was standing where before there was nothing, his mace in his hand. His face, as usual, was blank, quite literally. It changed, moving, like the surface of the sun itself upon it. His skin was far too smooth, almost like glass. He wore orange robes, which were like glass, yet acted like clothing, covering most of his body, yet his hands were like his face, featureless, without nails or visible joints, showing only a similar effect to his face. A large glowing, slowly rotating orange ring was floating behind him, covered in writing none of them could even recognize, let alone understand.
"I am, for lack of better description, the sun. I thought it could be fun to come and check in on some of my contemporaries in the other pantheons. I do hope I didnt give you too much of a fright?"
Jamstown, Karelignia, Ukraniumstan, and Russia major
To the Proletariat of 
New Imperial Britannia
Communism is a scourge on this galaxy. You along with any of your supporters will be eliminated with extreme prejudice.
Sincerely,
Chancellor Isabella Jones
Jamstown, The Dixie Confederate Union, Ukraniumstan, Kafair, and 2 othersNew Imperial Britannia, and Best rwanda
Vihriholma
Miska stands before the Sun, Helion, fortifies his courage and talks. "Yet another Deity has come to my estate, welcome then! I am Miska I of Karelignia, Descentant of Rautia, Son of Ukko and Defender of the Suomenusko Faithful. And you are Helion, the Sun, who has come to talk to our lovely ladies here, then?"
Kafair
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, Russia major, and Kafair
"That I am. A pleasure, Miska. I had the pleasure of meeting Ukko some time ago. Please, introduce me to the dieties gathered here, I am not very familiar with any of them."
Jamstown, Tribe of peace, Ukraniumstan, Russia major, and 1 otherAmerican Pere Housh
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