Governor: 
The Holy Empire of Fuzy
WA Delegate: None.
Founder: The Holy Empire of Fuzy
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Embassies: Cape of Good Hope and Conch Kingdom.
Tags: Medium, Password, and Puppet Storage.
Dreams of Good Hope contains 12 nations, the 1,535th most in the world.
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The Safest in Dreams of Good Hope
World Census agents tested the sharpness of household objects, the softness of children's play equipment, and the survival rate of people taking late walks to determine how safe each nation is to visit.
As a region, Dreams of Good Hope is ranked 13,938th in the world for Safest.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Allied State of Car Men | New York Times Democracy New York Crimes So-Called Democracy | “United we Stand, United we Stay” | |
| 2. |  The Federation of Emoxti | Moralistic Democracy Ordinary Decent Hardworking People | “Waiting until Emoxti Returns” | |
| 3. |  The Holy Empire of Lord Jeremy | Psychotic Dictatorship Communist Dictatorship | “Hail Jeremy.” | |
| 4. | The Holy Empire of Fuzy | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Communists | “Just because I'm not moving doesn't mean I'm dead!” | |
| 5. |  The Dominion of Spharum | Psychotic Dictatorship Communist Dictatorship | “...” | |
| 6. |  The Dictatorship of S L A Y | Psychotic Dictatorship Communist Dictatorship | “Kneel or Die” | |
| 7. |  The Ignore The Typo of The Lost Batallion | New York Times Democracy New York Crimes So-Called Democracy | “They stood strong and the legend still lives on” | |
| 8. |  The Borderlands of Wormonionplace | Authoritarian Democracy Slightly Oppressive But A Little Discipline Never Hurt Anyone State | “Worm, onion, and worm again.” | |
| 9. |  The Queendom of Naor-Jokull | Mother Knows Best State Suspiciously Liberal Dictatorship | “The ice takes and the ice provides.” | |
| 10. |  The Kingdom of Victomia | Psychotic Dictatorship Communist Dictatorship | “God, Homeland, Liberty” |
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Regional Happenings
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The Allied State of Car Men arrived from Lazarus.
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The Holy Empire of Lord Jeremy arrived from The North Pacific.
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The Kingdom of Holy Victomia departed this region for Cape of Good Hope.
- : The Kingdom of Holy Victomia arrived from Cape of Good Hope.
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The Kingdom of Victomia arrived from Cape of Good Hope.
- : The Federation of Emoxti arrived from The South Pacific.
- : Raccoones ceased to exist.
- : The Allied State of Car Men ceased to exist.
- : The Holy Empire of Fuzy appointed The Ignore The Typo of The Lost Batallion as Successor with authority over Successor in Dreams of Good Hope.
- : Raccoones arrived from Osiris.
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Duels between wolves were relatively simple, coming down to a handful of factors: aggressiveness, strength, speed, endurance, toughness, and size. All the wolves that were fighting were rather agressive, which made sense given that they were willing to fight rather than let someone else lead. They varied in size and strength, though the smallest one of the group was also notably the fastest, able to strike and dodge with greater success, if only to lesser effect.
The fights did not last long enough for anyone to lose due to endurance, but with the winner decided amongst those who would challenge Kressidia, Kressidia knew that - by wolf custom - there was to be a rest period before the challenger faced Kressidia. Of course the challenger could not wait too long - that would be a sign of weakness and cowardice. But, the fights had been intense, and it might be hours or even a day before the challenger came forth to challenge Kressidia.
The challenger was the largest and oldest wolf out of all of them. His body was covered in scars, and he had proven to be quite resilient against the other wolves' attacks. His right eye was injured, seemingly by whatever had lacerated his face years ago, though it was uncertain whether that eye was completely blind or only severely impaired. Other than that, there was little in the way of weaknesses - at least, nothing that had been revealed in battle with the other wolves. It would be a difficult fight. Despite Kressidia's wolf form being larger than a true viper wolf, she was about the same size as this hellhound before her. Hatred filled and fueled him, and he might not spare Kressidia's life should she lose.
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Vara released him from her psychic orders and left him to do as he pleased for now, though she nudged his mind to prefer to stay in this room. If he really wished to leave, he could, but now he was less likely to decide to do that. Vara did not want to outright control his actions too much, as that could be more suspicious, so she was relying on suggestions, on keeping him happy. After all, it was easier to tell the truth than cover it up, and it was better to get him to do as she wished by his own volition.
Vara showered and put on a nice dress, one which she had received as a gift from the other suaven. The dress was dark green and had long sleeves and a high neck. It was a short dress, leaving her tail to poke out the bottom.
Now ready for dinner, Vara went to meet with Erwin.
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"I would like to learn more about this strange place, will you show me where it is? And I am curious, what makes you think that Sorcerer Delegata once suffered there?"
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"Ships? No, they didn't seem to have ships. Let me think...I believe they said someone brought them there...it may have been these Tyramonians, I don't quite recall."
Kiki gives a cheeky smile. “Of course. I am your queen after all.”
Connie shakes her head. “For once I envy Carissa for never having to grow up.”
“…Really?” Carissa gives him just about the saddest look he’s ever seen. “I won’t be alone?”
“Okay.” Wendy sits down at the table and stares curiously at Brian.
Jay nods. “That sounds perfect. I’m looking forward to seeing more of your country.”
“Thank you.” Kiki nods and straps Blue into her car seat. Taking it in stride, she takes the bottle of apple juice and feeds a little to Blue, who accepts it after squirming for a moment. Then the Queen sits down in her own seat and buckles her seat belt.
Next to the two was a balding old man, slim, and a somewhat buff man behind a desk with a gruff voice. "...Alright, what is it?"
"YUNE'S GONNA GET NUKED WITH THE POWER OF A LIGHT BEAM AND A TON OF PEOPLE ARE GONNA DIE AND-"
This nearly shocked the other man out of his seat, but van Bamber simply sighed. "...What? Light beam with the power of a nuke?"
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Milutin blushed. "Thanks, guys. You're all pretty cool too. I mean, dating three cute, smart, determined girls...don't really know how I got in this situation. Not that I'm particularly complaining though." He grins smugly. "You guys got classes today?"
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"Not exactly a sna-" He stops himself. "Close enough for the specific purpose. I still have a decent amount of canned food from Galliadurm, as well as some...very old antiques that aren't the most sentimental. My pack truly is wondrous in its holding capabilities-nevertheless we can trade these for more food if need be, or if you don't like green beans and beef stew."
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She walks to the front desk, blushing in embarassment. "I'm here to help clean the library. I'm happy to do any work needed."
"You don't have to ask me twice." He says, pulling out a switchblade and looking to his group. "Could you all leave? When our day arrives you will be alerted."
"What are we taking?"
The limo lurches forward for a moment before speeding off, at a speed comfortable enough to stay stationary but in a sense of "musn't be too slow here", and the city of Banderviss was quite beautiful, feeling like a metropolis that had ivy growing off of nearly every building-as if it was a college campus that became a city.
Duels between wolves were relatively simple, coming down to a handful of factors: aggressiveness, strength, speed, endurance, toughness, and size. All the wolves that were fighting were rather agressive, which made sense given that they were willing to fight rather than let someone else lead. They varied in size and strength, though the smallest one of the group was also notably the fastest, able to strike and dodge with greater success, if only to lesser effect.
The fights did not last long enough for anyone to lose due to endurance, but with the winner decided amongst those who would challenge Kressidia, Kressidia knew that - by wolf custom - there was to be a rest period before the challenger faced Kressidia. Of course the challenger could not wait too long - that would be a sign of weakness and cowardice. But, the fights had been intense, and it might be hours or even a day before the challenger came forth to challenge Kressidia.
The challenger was the largest and oldest wolf out of all of them. His body was covered in scars, and he had proven to be quite resilient against the other wolves' attacks. His right eye was injured, seemingly by whatever had lacerated his face years ago, though it was uncertain whether that eye was completely blind or only severely impaired. Other than that, there was little in the way of weaknesses - at least, nothing that had been revealed in battle with the other wolves. It would be a difficult fight. Despite Kressidia's wolf form being larger than a true viper wolf, she was about the same size as this hellhound before her. Hatred filled and fueled him, and he might not spare Kressidia's life should she lose.
Kressidia slowly nodded as she faced the largest and oldest wolf. The right eye would be interesting; if vision was impaired, it might serve a valuable blind spot to manoeuvre to. Still, a wolf this powerful would be quite the boon to her pack, and would only strengthen her ranks; The scars showed at the very least it could win in a brutal and bloody fight.
Still though, she would respect the wait period.
"You fight quite well...I am impressed...do you have a name, perchance?
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Erwin was currently peering at the oven, frowning. Looking up he smiled as he saw Vara. He himself was wearing much more casual-formal attire than his steel-blue military uniform; but a simple pair of pants and a white shirt adorned his form, although the beard which appeared rather foreign on his face remained unkempt.
"Ah, Vara...terribly sorry, this meat that some of my troops acquired from a traveling shepherd is taking a little longer to cook...I'm unfortunately used to Augustan produce and the cows we placed here haven't reached a sufficient critical mass to begin slaughtering them, doesn't help a test flight of a new multi-role fighter destroyed the only abattoir in the local area."
He stood up and smiled at her.
"Although, I must say you are looking as wonderful as ever...I presume that was made by the Suaven."
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"Certainly...although it's not much to look at. As for Sorcerer Delegata...it's just an induction; it's a place where sorcerers seemingly have a terrible time, Delegata was sealed away by Witches...perhaps there's some correlation between the two."
Spencer held out his hand and, once the Wizard took it, he returned to the place Spencer was, nearly stepping in the small splatters of blood left behind after Spencer suffered his wounds.
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Nelly frowned.
"Why would..."
She paused.
"Wha...hmmm, what is the planet like? Anything...special about it? Any tyramonian troops on it? Settlements?"
William chuckled and scooped her up.
"Well, I never took myself for a monarchist...I'm certain my ancestors are rolling in their graves." He said with a slight chuckle.
Of he went, carrying Kiki gently down the halls towards her bedroom.
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Connie shakes her head. “For once I envy Carissa for never having to grow up.”
Tsarina shrugged.
"Hey...we-" she gestured to the both of them, "-have to be grown ups...for our kids...there's no two ways about it, ok?"
She pulled her close.
"But I think we can remain a little bit youthful. No point living life if you can't live life...well...there's no..."
She paused.
"No point living life it you can't have a little laugh every now and then." She said.
Sophia, currently trying to calm Mandrat down, motioned to van Bamber.
"Sorry just...give her a moment." Turning to Mandrat she guided her to the nearest seat. "Deep breaths, speak slowly, tell them what you saw."
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"Why? what you got in mind?" Ysali asked with a raised eyebrow.
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"Foods food." Rachael commented. "Beggars shouldn't be choosers, and while I might not be a beggar by New Franco standards, New Franco is just a bunch of Beggars by everyone's standards. Only people more worse off than New Franconians is probably the Aerlanicans or Tyramonians, for obvious reasons."
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Entering the library, she was immediately confronted by the massive size of it. It opened directly into the library proper, and the shelves before her reaching into the central chamber were both tall and long, filled to the brim with books. It was also eerily silent, devoid of even the faint echo and the current clack of computer keys from the front desk.
There were three ladies at the aforementioned desk, and the one addressed looked up from a computer and smiled politely. She like her peers was dressed in an almost stereotypical manner for a librarian; a long dress with a white blouse with sleeves rolled up. A polite smile and cheery face adorned with large circular glasses was framed by red curls. A small name tag reading "Hello, my name is" followed by the name "Phoenix" written in cursive pen.
The only thing out of the ordinary were her forearms: along each of them were intricate geometric tattoos taking the form of pixelated flowers of all colours.
Still, she gave a polite nod as she looked up form her computer.
"Hello there," she said in a voice that was paradoxically both silent as a murmur but able to be clearly heard, "I presume Hogan sent you."
Reaching underneath the desk she produced a small name tag devoid of a name and produced a pen.
"What happens to be your name? Don't be shy, we won't hurt you."
She took a moment to calm down. “I had visions…of a celestial working with Tyramon…and Yune had a ray of light hitting it, creating a huge crater, millions dead…”
“…Can’t disagree with a celestial, I guess. It’s inevitable then.”
“…What’s inevitable?”
“The biggest war this nation has seen since the second Aerlanican-Mongolyn war. Unless Tyramon decides out of the goodness of their heart, or in basic common sense, to not go to war with the RTA.”
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“Nothing really, just curious. I’ve got a class on biology today, and some calc.” He says, shrugging. “Folk concert near the student center later tonight if you’re interested? Might be a trial by fire.”
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“Understandable.” He said, setting up camp for a spell while awaiting Rachel to connect to a GPS.
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“I am Maufonia. Celestial…of vigilance. Although I seem to have fallen from my position. I may…be mortal.” She says, embarassed, but…quite impressed by the library in question.
"Of course not. You will be assisted all along the way by some of my friends, as well as myself."
"The first shipment of degamra is coming in from some other planet and will be shipped to the Palace. The shipment will be landing in Zakar and will be moved by train. You and a small team will be tasked with stealing as much as you possibly can and destroying the rest."
"I am called Bloodspill. I am called that because the other wolves know how I have killed many of your kind, making the sand red with their blood. I will kill many more, and you shall be next. I don't know why you also wish to kill your own kind, but I do not care. If you wish you may take comfort that I will kill more of your kind after I kill you."
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"I'm not sure if they made it or simply obtained it, but it was a gift from them. I'm glad you like it."
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"Certainly...although it's not much to look at. As for Sorcerer Delegata...it's just an induction; it's a place where sorcerers seemingly have a terrible time, Delegata was sealed away by Witches...perhaps there's some correlation between the two."
The wizard shook his head.
"No, Sorcerer Delegata was sealed away in what is called a Sorcerer's Orb."
(...which Spencer would know, seeing as he was the one to free her.)
Spencer held out his hand and, once the Wizard took it, he returned to the place Spencer was, nearly stepping in the small splatters of blood left behind after Spencer suffered his wounds.
The wizard looked around at the cavern.
"What a strange place..."
The gray fog began to envelop them, and the wizard began to look uncomfortable. He squeezed Spencer's hand.
"Oh...this...we should leave. Now."
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"No, I don't think there is anything like that there. It is a rather deadly planet though. Without an experienced biologist who has studied that planet, death would come quickly."
“There a lock on the side door or do you think the military would believe themselves safe enough to not bother with one?”
Sophia remained quiet, letting Mandrat do the talking here. However she gently placed a hand on her shoulder to provide a physical reminder that she wasn't alone in the room.
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"I'll dip out on that one." Enri commented, before she looked back at her computer. "Ooh, same day shipping, yes please."
"I'll tag along," Lily-Rose commented, "What about you Ysali?"
"Can't hurt." She commented. "Just remember to pick up earplugs; it might not be as loud as a rock concert but it's still massive speakers blasting out with a crowd of screaming people."
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Once they returned to the mech, Rachael clambered inside and fiddled around a bit.
"Where did you say it was again?" She called, and when Sejur replied, she finished and popped her head out of the hatch of the Mech.
"We've got a general direction, so long as we keep an uplink to a satellite we should keep on the path...certainly a ways to go I'll tell you...furthest I'd have gone outside of New Franco."
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Phoenix simply wrote "Maufonia" on the name tag and offered it to the celestial.
"That's quite alright being mortal, many of us are and we live fulfilling lives." She said with a smile. "You do not have to be a god to make a difference."
She motioned for Mandrat to follow.
"Tell me a little about yourself? It might help."
"I am called Bloodspill. I am called that because the other wolves know how I have killed many of your kind, making the sand red with their blood. I will kill many more, and you shall be next. I don't know why you also wish to kill your own kind, but I do not care. If you wish you may take comfort that I will kill more of your kind after I kill you."
Kressidia slowly nodded.
"You misunderstand why I am here, and why I require your help. Killing humans is not my end goal, but merely an avenue to achieve it. I am more than happy to explain the situation to you, but only if you wish to know what my aims are."
She motioned to Bloodspill to follow her.
"Follow me, I will tend to your wounds before we leave to gather my own pack."
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Erwin smiled and nodded.
"I've seen some bolts of fabric move through these halls so I presume they might have had a hand in it. Irrespective, it looks at least ten times better when you are wearing it."
He wandered over to the table and pulled out a chair for Vara.
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The wizard looked around at the cavern.
"What a strange place..."
"So this...isn't the inside of a Sorcerer or-ow, please a little gentle-"
"Oh...this...we should leave. Now."
Spencer, understanding the agency of a situation, vanished with the wizard, reappearing outside the room Alena and Ameli was in.
"Oh, terribly sorry, I'm not the most accurate with my teleportation...just be thankful we didn't end up in a wall! haha...er...yes...what was that place? I mean, if it wasn't the inside of a Sorcerer Orb, what was it?"
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Nelly nodded, slowly growing distant.
"And the Tyramonians put...how many Aerlanicans on there?"
"I will not trust you with my wounds, and I do not care what your intentions are. I shall put a stop to it soon enough."
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"Thank you."
Vara smiled and sat.
"So, I presume then that Aerlanica continues to prepare for its eventual fight against Tyramon. Have you managed to capture Tyramonian technology to test your systems and tactics against?"
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"I...I don't know...it is like nothing I have ever seen, or read or heard about. I might suspect it is a place of Delegata's creation, but...regardless, you should not return there, or even tell people about that place. I believe it could be quite dangerous. You can see the effect it has had on the Sorcerer of Life. I can only imagine the effect on less powerful beings."
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The Captain shrugged.
"I have no idea, but only a handful survived by the time we found them. You seem...disturbed, perhaps, by news of this? Why is that?"
"Oh yes, it will be locked and guarded. But the team will include a person with expert knowledge on breaking through the lock. You'll also have a sniper to help with the anti-aircraft guns."
"Seems strange, you seem so adamant that you know me...or at least know me well enough to hate me...and for what? What is the source of your vitriol? This is not condescending or rude, I am genuinely curious to get to know you."
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"Not exactly; most attempts by the navy to draw out the Tyramonian fleets have been by raiding convoys of ships as they exit rift space to refuel, however Grand Admiral Nelson comments that the only convoys his ships have found are Primaeri convoys, and as such we draw Primaeri vessels. He's informed the high command his induction: Either the Tyramonians lack a merchant navy, or we've yet to find their refuelling stations. We suspect as soon as we find it the Tyramonian vessels will be sufficiently lured out before we bag a ship, but time will ultimately tell; capturing ships and leaving swiftly is a difficult endeavour, much more difficult then I would have deduced.
"As it stands, we are blind to what the Tyramonian's capabilities are, and while some optimistic voices state their absence speaks volumes to their weakness, I am much more anxious as to what they have; who knows, perhaps our misfortunes on the scouting front are the result of them intentionally remaining in hiding to obscure their true capabilities, only to release a deluge of highly advanced craft as soon as open hostilities begin."
Erwin shook his head.
"The preparations are being made, but even one ship-to-ship clash would give us significant insight."
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"I...I don't know...it is like nothing I have ever seen, or read or heard about. I might suspect it is a place of Delegata's creation, but...regardless, you should not return there, or even tell people about that place. I believe it could be quite dangerous. You can see the effect it has had on the Sorcerer of Life. I can only imagine the effect on less powerful beings."
Spencer nodded.
"I didn't...feel much when I was in there...maybe it only impacts witches and wizards and their associated...subtypes? I suppose? Irrespective, it seems unlike Delegata to leave a loose end like that...what do you think she had planned? I'm inclined to believe it didn't work, personally, but I am still quite curious."
He scratched his chin.
"Do you have a library? And perhaps any books on Sorcerers, history, biology, so on and so forth...perhaps we might find more insights there? Perhaps Alena and Ameli can help, Ameli especially."
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Nelly slowly nodded.
"Well...er...you see...I'm...inclined to believe the Aerlanicans won't be too keen on learning about this...little spot of death to put it lightly."
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