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BOŽE PRAVDE, TI ŠTO SPASE
OD PROPASTI DOSAD NAS,
ČUJ I ODSAD NAŠE GLASE
I OD SAD NAM BUDI SPAS.

MOĆNOM RUKOM VODI, BRANI
BUDUĆNOSTI SRPSKE BROD,
BOŽE SPASI, BOŽE HRANI,
SRPSKE ZEMLJE, SRPSKI ROD!

SLOŽI SRPSKU BRAĆU DRAGU
NA SVAK DIČAN SLAVAN RAD,
SLOGA BIĆE PORAZ VRAGU
A NAJJAČI SRPSTVU GRAD.

NEK NA SRPSKOJ BLISTA GRANI
BRATSKE SLOGE ZLATAN PLOD,
BOŽE SPASI, BOŽE HRANI
SRPSKE ZEMLJE, SRPSKI ROD!

NEK NA SRPSKO VEDRO ČELO
TVOG NE PADNE GNEVA GROM
BLAGOSLOVI SRBU SELO
POLJE, NJIVU, GRAD I DOM!

KAD NASTUPE BORBE DANI
K POBEDI MU VODI HOD
BOŽE SPASI, BOŽE HRANI
SRPSKE ZEMLJE, SRPSKI ROD!

IZ MRAČNOGA SINU GROBA
SRPSKE SLAVE NOVI SJAJ
NASTALO JE NOVO DOBA
NOVU SREĆU, BOŽE DAJ!

OTADŽBINU SRPSKU BRANI
PET VEKOVNE BORBE PLOD
BOŽE SPASI, BOŽE BRANI
MOLI TI SE SRPSKI ROD!

Буьйсанна борз ехкаш дуьненчу девлла тхо,
lуьйранна лом угlуш тхан цlераш техкина.
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

Аьрзонийн баннашкахь наноша дакхийна,
Тархаш тlехь дой хьийзо дайша тхо lамийна.
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

Халкlанна, махкана наноша гоьллина,
Цаьршинна эшначохь, майра дlахlиттина.
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

Ламанан лечарчий маршонехь кхиийна,
Халонех, бохамех курра чекхдийлина.
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

Мокхаза ламанаш даш хила лаларах,
Дахарехь, кlийсамехь яхь оха дlалира яц!
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

Бос lаьржа ва латта молхана лелхарах,
Тхешан сий даьхкина, тхо лаьтта доьрзура даc.
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

Тхо цкъаъ цхьанненна къарделла совцур дац,
lожалла, я маршо – шиннехь цхьаъ ёккхур ю…
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

Йижарша тхан чевнаш эшаршца ерзаё,
Хьомсарчу бlаьргаша хьуьнаршна гlиттадо.
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

Мацалло хьовзадахь, орамаш дуур ду,
Хьогалло тхаш бlарздахь, бецан тхин мийга ду!
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

Буьйсанна борз ехкаш дуьненчу девлла ду,
Халкlанна, махкана, далла аъ муьтlахь ду.
Лаилахlа иллАллахl!

We were born at night when the she-wolf whelped,
In the morning, to a lion’s deafening roar, they named us
There is no God except God

In the eagles’ nests our mothers nursed us,
To tame the wild bulls our fathers taught us.
There is no God except God

Our mothers raised us to dedicate ourselves to our Nation and our Homeland,
And if our nation needs us we’re ready to fight the oppressive hand.
There is no God except God

We grew up free as eagles, princes of the mountains.
There is no threshold from which we will shy away from
There is no God except God

Sooner cliffs of granite will begin to melt like molten lead,
Before any one of us shall lose our honour in life’s struggles.
There is no God except God

Sooner shall the Earth be swallowed up by the broiling sun,
Before we will ever emerge from a trial in life without our honour!
There is no God except God

Never to bow our heads to anyone, we give our sacred pledge,
To die or to live in freedom is our fate.
There is no God except God

Our sisters heal our brothers’ bloody wounds with their songs,
Lovers’ eyes will supply the strength of arms.
There is no God except God

If hunger weaken us, we’ll gnaw on the roots of trees,
And if thirst debilitates us, we’ll drink the dew from the grass.
There is no God except God

For we were born at night when the she-wolf whelped.
We pledge our lives to God, Nation and the Vainakh homeland.
There is no God except God

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Thank you, but, uh, no

The Titanian Federal Republic wrote:Thank you, but, uh, no

Yeah

So does that mean I can't join the EU, I don't know what a U.N. sanction is.

Eldurgoth wrote:So does that mean I can't join the EU, I don't know what a U.N. sanction is.

Unnecessary posturing by a child...

drakeye wrote:Unnecessary posturing by a child...

If the kid didn't think he could dribble, he shouldn't have claimed my court

Eldurgoth wrote:If the kid didn't think he could dribble, he shouldn't have claimed my court

That's the UN for you always trying to claim other courts.

RP Responses are due Thursday

Montealba 1994
Decide
A lowly man covered head to toe in armor sneaks into the mountains at the dead of night, a letter of delicate parchment in his hand from a strange tycoonist he has never heard of. As he makes his way deeper into the dense field of mountains, he quickly turns into an alleyway like tunnel through the largest mountain. He quickly shuffles his way through a large corridor of rock and bits of ice until he reaches a large door where he knocks three times before it slowly opens to revel men who wear the exact armor as he, but are clearly higher rank, they ask why he is bothering the Grand Master, “I ha-have received a l-letter from t-the north.” He stutters out. The high ranking knights let him through with the simple command of “Turn down the shadow of doubt to the holy hallway” commands that would seem cryptic to outsiders, but for this simple Vladimirian, it’s an easy code to crank. The lowly Knight continues his journey to an even larger door that perviously. This time it opens on its own, revealing a charming yet smug young man in Crusader Armor with an RPG standing upright beside him, a strange sight to many, but for everyone in the KHCSVK, it’s just another day. The Knight falls to his knees before Grand Master Sergei. “M-my Lord.” The Knight barely squeaks out, “A-a letter from a p-p-powerful man I-in the n-n-north.” Sergei steps down from his throne, revealing a long white cape with a Red Cross on it; Sergei takes the letter smoothly from the trembling Knight before reading it quickly but carefully. “Mmm” is all that Sergei says before ordering nearby Knights to get his personal guard ready. “M-my lord, what shall I send back?” The shaking Knight asks. “Tell him I’ll meet him soon, his business proposal sounds...intriguing.” And with that sentence, the lowly Knight is escorted out of the Grand Masters throne room and kicked into the writers room, forced to use his mastery of Montealban languages to write a letter back to the mysterious tycoonist. A small echo of a thousand perfectly trained Knights rings throughout the mountains as Grand Master Sergei “Son of Gabriel” marches on to meet with Varehas Clique. As the Knight finishes his letter and is ready to send it to a mail runner, the sound of horns are in the distance, as he steps out of his writers room, he sees knights, not just the ones of Sergeis personal guard, but regular knights getting ready for battle. The Knight looks in awe as weapons are loaded, swords are drawn and heavens gate about to open for the world to see. The Knight breaks out of his trance just in time to hear “Today is Vissegard, tomorrow is Montealba!” And with a loud cheer from the thousands of knights in the alleyway like corridor, the holy invasion of Montealba has begun.

Don’t judge me I rewrote that at 2am because I couldn’t fall back asleep

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Aroltia wrote:Don’t judge me I rewrote that at 2am because I couldn’t fall back asleep

You have been judged and been found...not to be a fake arlotia the sentence is.........life as you.

Aroltia wrote:Don’t judge me I rewrote that at 2am because I couldn’t fall back asleep

Its not bad :D

Aroltia wrote:Don’t judge me I rewrote that at 2am because I couldn’t fall back asleep

Pretty solid as far as RPs go. Keep it up

Montealba 1994 RP
Deicide

The lands of Vínfalov, the lands of Meyle!
Where burning Helena loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Hoch rose, and Alastair sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set...

Excerpt from "The Home of Vínfalov" by Aegis Stojansa

The waves crashed upon the rocks of the various cliffs near Anise as refugees, residents, and soldiers all bustled around the largest port city in Montealba. Right outside the city tents and camps dotted the normally scenic coastline as volunteers ran up and down the ad hoc streets distributing food and supplies to the various displaced peoples from the war. More refugees though lined the streets of the city proper and assembly building all waiting for news on what to do. A train was leaving in 2 hours for SV. Marisa and the refugees were prepared to barter their life savings to be on that train and get away from the falling artillery and raids. Even if it was technically closer to the front lines.

Milos Konstantinos hurried his family along Vioney Avenue, towards the station, 4 tickets in hand. He passed a column of soldiers, wearing the emblem of the security forces, and stopped to let them pass, saluting he couldn't help but notice how young they all looked, some of them may have even been less than 18 years old. Shaking his head at the situation he continued leading his family down the street. He passed a few street stalls selling food and clothes and exorbitant prices to refugees. Later on, the streets become more cluttered with rubble and ruins as he approaches the coastline and train station, slowing things down. Upon arrival he says his final goodbyes to his family, handing his wife and 3 children a ticket each.

"Please Milos. Do not leave us. We need you here." his wife pleaded, "Karana, I got these tickets for you, I couldn't get anymore. Besides, my duty remains here or none of us will have a future." his wife nods, her final bit of token resistance exhausted, and gives him a hug before grabbing hold of their children and walking into the station with only that which they can carry on their shoulders. Milos watched them go before turning back around to find some sort of barracks or office.

"Hello, my name is Milos Konstantinos. I would like to enlist. I have known how to shoot a rifle since I was 7 and have lived around Kopa for all my life."

An officer looked at him as he put on reading glasses to look at Milos's documents. "It says here you have an injured leg?" the officer asked him. Milos looked down at his right leg and nodded, "Indeed sir, I injured it in my 20s harvesting cherries, but I walk without a limp and it doesn't tire. I'll be able to keep up."

The officer looked back down, "I'm sorry sir, we appreciate the willingness but that leg injury is too risky, we can't trust you to keep with drills and army movements." he hands Milos his documents back and writes down his name on a journal. "Sir trust me. The accident was 20 years ago and I still go out every season to harvest cherries and work the fields. I am strong and a capable hunter. I know I can do it and not be a liability." Milos bowed to the man in respect. The officer tapped his pen on his table and scratched his head, "I won't be able to give you a gun. Too old to be on the front lines and the leg is still a problem. But if you want a role badly enough we can give you some gear and you can run the trucks and supplies. If that leg won't be a problem to drive I'll be willing to give you the benefit of the doubt."

Milos smiled and bowed again, "Thank you sir! That will be just fine." the officer nodded, "Go to your left with this paper and hand it to the Major. He will direct you to your unit." he scribbled some notes on a paper and handed it to Milos and took it and walked over to where he was told the Major was to begin his new role as a driver in the Security Force.

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"HELLO GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT! SORRY FOR THE EXCITEMENT THE COLAS ARE BEING A BIT ROUDY TODAY!" Major Stannis Glavaš shouted amidst the fire of artillery. General Adonis Strojin walked out of his command vehicle and put on earmuffs as an artillery battery fired across the Samis river and bridge to alleged Cola positions on the other side. The Colas have been trying to tie down Root Beer forces near SV. Drakeye for days now and while there hasn't been any general offensive SV. Drakeye the region has been cut off from the only major highway to the rest of Vínfalov-Meyle making resupplies terribly inefficient. The high command was confident the soldier currently positioned could hold the Blankytnans for as long as they needed as long as they had the ammunition. But that ammunition was quickly running out.

Stannis and Adonis entered a bunker currently operating as the forward HQ. Grabbing some tea Stannis poured his commander a glass and they both sat down. "We managed to get a resupply of 500 artillery shells the other day from Tigrova. It's what allows us to return fire today. Otherwise, our guns have been silent. We only have about 1,000 rounds left and I want them for when they make their big attack." Stannis took a drink of the tea and set it down, "I assume the tanks we were promised are not coming." Adonis shook his head, "Chiefs of staff want them near SV. Marisa. I tried to convince them to send 5 or 6 tanks this way but they want to put all their heavy guns in their most vulnerable areas. If Marisa falls it'll cut our lands in half and we can't allow that to happen." Adonis took a sip of his tea, allowing Stannis to take in the unsaid words of his situation. "If it's any consolation we have some people looking to reach out to the Russians or foreign nations for some equipment. Nothing is set yet we are still looking for sellers but if we manage to get anything I'll make sure they reach here."

Stannis nodded as he took a sip of his tea, "In the meantime, I assume you'd tell us to affix bayonets and charge the enemy lines right? Sorry, sir, that was our line." He quickly said.

Adonis dismissed it with a wave of his hand, "We are trying our best in Anise Major. You still do not have permission to withdraw from the river line but if things are getting rough we can maybe schedule an airdrop. Hopefully, it won't get shot down again."

The 2 men made small talk for a few more minutes about strategy and life to the backdrop of artillery fire before General Strojin walked out of the bunker, saluted Major Glavaš, got back in his truck, and returned to Anise to demand an update to any sellers of tanks or artillery and ammunition.

Eldurgoth wrote:RP Responses are due Thursday

Your wife was due yesterday, and you weren't even in the hospital. You have a son now, Eldy. How dare you.

My computer broke. : (

Seirra Madre wrote:My computer broke. : (

"it just works"

Eldurgoth wrote:RP Responses are due Thursday

It is now Wendsday, with MOST of the RP responses recieved the Mod-Writing will begin today.

Last call is still Thursday, Mod post for RP will occur Thursday by midnight EST.

The Titanian Federal Republic wrote:Your wife was due yesterday, and you weren't even in the hospital. You have a son now, Eldy. How dare you.

>wife
Since when did I put a ring on her finger
>child being born
I reference old Bill Clinton's response to such fallacious claims until the DNA test is in.

SeattleNinja008 wrote:West Coast, Best Coast

No. Eastern time zone best time zone

Deicide

Short tl;dr version because I don't really have the time to expand it, just use your imagination

Republic of Spezia
-Establishment of the “All-Hrodskian Defence Council”. The Spezina and the Hand of Ozbekh agree to combine their forces to better coordinate military operations regarding the defense of Spezian statehood.
-Newly elected Spezian Minister of Foreign Affairs, Lev Drogârski, left Spezia to catch a plane in Tirkan International Airport, using both a Spezian and a Montealban passport. Rumor has it he’s carrying sensitive documents to the west.

The Hand of Ozbekh
-Militant Ozbekhists have raided the famous party district Karminîskaly of Hrodvina. Bars, clubs and other, more disreputable, establishments were forced to shut down under threats of violence. The Ozbekhist patriarch of Hrodvinas most influential clan has announced that a Moral Gendarmerie will patrol the streets to ensure “the dominance of Spezian values”. The Spezian minister of Finance, Samo Žlatokameneć, condemns this attack as “a deathblow to the tourism industry of Spezia”, not mentioning the fact that since 1945 the Socialist Autonomous Province of Spezia never had more than 1000 room reservations a year from visitors abroad, 80% of which being journalists.

-Militant Ozbekhists targeted and destroyed the brewery in Mnitschau in an attempt to "free Spezia from the scourge of alcoholism".

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