The nation has voted for new leadership in Kynthes. The anger of the people over the Nationalist League, Moonflower's abandonment over the council, Gatzga Monova's questionable acts, and the Peace Agreement with Blayredeshia has caused the rise of nationalism in the Republic. The results are as follows:
President - Arkadz Smith (Worker's Nationalist Party)
Prime Minister - Morim Lanirva (Union of Factories Party)
People's Senate Seats -
Social Democratic Party - 52
Liberal Party - 39
Worker's Nationalist Party - 9
United Libertarian Front - 10
Conservative People's Party - 4
Factory Bloc - 3
Agrarian Bloc - 2
House of Workers Seats
Social Democratic Party - 72
Liberal Party - 48
Worker's Nationalist Party - 29
Factory Bloc - 21
Conservative People's Party - 19
Agrarian Bloc - 21
Colonial Bloc - 10
The Republic salutes the New President of Kynthes, Arkadz Smith, and the new Prime Minister, Morim Lanirva.
The Republic will continue to flank the North Hyechoni mainland. The republic will also blockade all import of goods in North Hyechon, and the nation will start to bring armored vehicles once the nation lands. Meanwhile, Arkadz Smith will ask Icewindia if they wish to flank North Hyechon as well.
RP: Coronation Preparations
With the Crown Prince's coronation just days away; the Imperial Ministry of State has sent out multiple envoys to the royalty and/or leadership of various nations Blayredeshia has good relations with to either send leadership or other delegates to attend the Crown Prince's coronation where many suspect he will be crowned not only the Emperor of Blayredeshia but also an entirely new entity....
The State Ministry sent invitations out on the Crown Prince's behalf to the leadership of the following nations.
OOC: The Coronation will be an rmb event but if you wish to do an IC RP with me regarding it then feel free to message me on Discord and I'll be more than happy to plan something out.[/quote]
RP: Confirming Attendance
President-Elect Mesny accepts the invitation and will attend the coronation with the vice president-elect and a few cabinet ministers. He will be escorted to the event by the Presidental Honour Guard and will bear a gift of a traditional Forer hunting rifle for the new monarch.
RP: Hemlock and King Regent
King Regent Wallace is arriving to try to defuse the situation. Hemlock has made it very clear he will be attending by Satellite phone because hes going to talk to Blayredeshian Leadership.
RP: Power Armor Diplomacy.
Hemlock is in his Hybrid armor and checks his AG-69 Magazine along with his other Power armor Units in tow with 6 Ospray's flying into Blayredeshia. He Screams on the Satellite phone that Director-General will clear Crown Prince Schedule or he will Open it himself. Its Clear Hemlock is really mad to say the least.
RP: Gunrunners (Secret to all)
With more Trust the Claws of Freedom now wanted to prove Group's worth asking if they could contribute in Raids against Humanist Group in Addersville. After that they can move up the ranks and deal with this groups handler.
RP: Central Kowenian economy officially enters a recession after mining giant files for bankruptcy
The Central Kowenian economy had initially suffered when the Rumanian States federal government collapsed, with many Central Kowenian businesses losing investments and the markets with the estimates of nearly tens of billions of Rumanian Leu lost. Though, remarkably, the market failed to slip into a recession which some economists pointed to the Central Kowenian government rumored to offer bailouts, especially to the mining industry (which is the largest economic industry of Central Kowen, with agriculture being a close second) as the industry had suffered major blows.
One name that is often brought up was the Breakwater Mining Corporation, which was a large mining corporation focused on mining and shipping coal along with a few other resources (mostly iron and copper) which had grown to be the largest mining company as the demand for coal spiked as the Kowenian states had started with an initial industrial boom fueled by coal. Gradually as the Kowenian States have continued to steer away from coal, the Breakwater Mining Corporation had applied for subsidies as part of the Rumanian economic aid that followed into Central Kowen. The Corporation saw another huge hit after the East Kowenian government (which was the Breakwater Mining Corporation's largest customer) announced it would cease to buy coal from the corporation within five years thanks to the Artaecusian government effort's to steer East Kowen towards nuclear power.
Things only got worse for the corporation after the Rumanian federal government collapsed, and saw it's subsidies get cut short with the Central Kowenian government offering no relief except a possibility of a bailout. Massive layoffs ensued, and that transitioned over to the Central Kowenian government seeing stagnation in it's economic growth.
The final nail in the coffin was after the Central Kowenian National Congress confirmed that bailouts were "unlikely." The corporation soon filed for bankruptcy protection, which led to a massive domino effect in the industry. With the unemployment rate jumping from 4% to nearly 11% within the span of three months, and most Central Kowenians demanding the government do something about it as the ripple effect of the Breakwater Mining Corporation is still having effect on Central Kowen.
RP: The world we find ourselves in
With the recent election in Kynthes and the recent tension between The Empire of Moonflower and Kynthes Empress Sparkling Snow has ordered a full military buildup and military drills are to be conducted across the nation. Empress Sparkling Snow has assured her people and the world that this buildup is only for the purpose of defense.
RP: Pressure mounts for Artaecus to broker a deal between the Kowenian States and Incheon City for an open border
The Artaecusian government has received a formal request in writing by President P'il Nam-Seon for Artaeccus to be an active participant in opening the border between Incheon City and the Kowenian States, which has divided the region for nearly three decades now. While, some would say "Draconian", the strict border measures have been effective in counter-terrorism policy and reducing terrorist attacks in Incheon the cost of the border security both in money and lives has started to stack up.
While deaths of military personnel are extremely rare on the border, many civilians both Kowenian and Incheonian have died attempting to cross the border either by border personnel, security measures on the border, or the elements. This has led to an outcry towards both states to make the first moves to opening up the border. Both the North Kowenian government and Incheonian government initially resisted, but both governments soon are open to having some restrictions in place in order to open the border.
All eyes are on the Artaecusian government in what their response is to the Kowenian states and Incheon City wanting Artaecus to broker a deal between the both of them.
RP: Reviving the Sky Force
With Naval efforts well underway with funding already allocated and the army content with its current PDF status, Kabi Icelynn, Commander of the Sky Force, has been making repeated inquiries about the next major rebuild for the Sky Force. Using the recently freed-up budget as the last major infrastructure project finished last year, the Commander has been given a sizeable check to reclaim his branch of the military.
New orders were placed to Basar Manufacturers, most notably: Flying Crosses, Youngton, Langley, Johnson, and Giddeon.
The order was for several fighters, 2 of which were to be revived. A stratospheric heavyweight bomber, a low altitude high-speed stealth danger close bomber, and quick-strike anti-armor ground support
The result was as follows, all plans, contents, and details are classified information:
Return of the FC-45 Fighter Jet
Return of the Youngton's Model ASF-117 Fighter Jet
Return of FC-202 Centurion Stratobomber
Creation of LA-137 Vertigo Stealth Bomber
Creation of GID-38 Hammerhead Ground Support
Creation of Jo-19 Rhino Attacker
RP: Meeting and Drive Through.
After King Regent Wallace revealed that Kynthes communicated with Icewindia Leadership as he is the Reformist but Imperial. He will check more closely on his other Parties. Both Agreed to leave eachother alone. King Regent warned Kynthes to leave Moonflower alone. They opened an Legation up for Kynthes to have communications with Icewindia but also send a Apology to Moonflower in which Icewindia will deliver the Apology for them to Moonflower if and when they make it.
As King Regent Wallace is leaving Kynthes they stop at an Drive Through and make an order before leaving country.
King Regent Wallace:"I’ll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda."
The meeting has failed. Arkadz Smith and his lieutenant will come back to Kynthes with a failed plan. However, the Republic will send a request to trade with Icewindia. The plastic boxes used to drop the president and his lieutenant will be repurposed as a rocket to travel back to Kynthes. The republic will officially ask for forgiveness to Moonflower and will pay reparations to both nations (50,000,000 Stamps).
Walir Lanva wishes to ask Empress Snow if they can give representation to the minorities in their empire.
RP: Troubling Signs
Schwypia looks south to the growing tensions between Kynthes and Moonflower. The government sees Kynthes being threatened by several members of The Nationalist League and therefore, in the interests of preserving peace in the East, will attempt to get closer with Kynthes to assure them they are not alone.
“Kynthes is a shining example of democracy at work in Kalrania,” Prime Minister Hethwyr said. “Their leaders and their people have demonstrated how a government which listens is one capable of great changes and newer horizons, ones which lead a people to great achievements. I am proud to call the people of Kynthes our neighbors.”
A delegation is sent to Kynthes, one which will attempt to heighten relations with their neighbor and guarantee their safety.
RP : urgent meteeng of South Voytan Security Council
To any act of aggression against the sovereignty and independence of Saint Shokai, DR Srednjaci will respond. That is the position from today's session in the parliament. "The Srednjaci advise a peaceful solution that will have to rule out demands that violate Saint Shokai's sovereignty. We ask both sides to refrain from any military action. Our proposal is an urgent meeting of the South Voytan Security Council." sad PM Danijela Milanović
The Empire of Moonflower is surprised that Schwypia is supporting Kynthes in this crisis. Empress Sparkling Snow would like to remind Schwypia that Kynthes was the one who started the aggression between Moonflower by marginalizing us in the GIC and backing an insurrection of Moonflowerian communists. The Empire of Moonflower is only responding to those threats accordingly. Empress Sparkling Snow and all of Moonflower begs Schwypia to reconsider their decision of supporting Kynthes.
Did a war happen and I didn't notice? :(
Throughout Weccandia, a new belief has spread that the moon was made of cheese. Astronomers denied this claim, however the believers stormed the local observatory and told them that they were stupid. They have now been dedicated to spreading their beliefs to other nations.
Shortly after these revelations from Schwypia reached Salis; Crown Prince Blayre von Krieg reached out to the Schwypian government in the following private letter:
“To whoever it may concern,
The recent allegations of the Nationalist League, Moonflower, or Blayredeshia being the ones to instigate tensions in the region is completely false and dishearteningly ignorant and offensive to the cause of peace in the east. Up until recently the Government of Moonflower was steadfastly loyal to the Kynthes Regime until said Regime began to take offensive and aggressive measures to instigate outright civil war in Moonflower and topple the popular government there for no other reason than the fact it wasn’t communist. It should also be noted that during the height of Kynthesian Aggression where they sought to topple foreign government via instigating civil wars that it was the nationalist league alone which forced them to step down and sign a treaty of non-aggression. It is my opinion that the Blayredeshian and Schwypian people are one in the same and are both a noble people who desire nothing more than peace on Kalrania and goodwill towards all. It is for that reason that I must urge you to cease your encouragement of the Kynthes regime which has only ever acted with outright aggression, recently and thankfully failed to try and instigate civil war in Icewindia, and would if given the chance; overthrow Schwypia’s monarchy and slaughter its supporters. For the cause of peace and goodwill towards all I implore you to stop supporting the Kynthes Oligarchy and instead voice support for the Sentients of Moonflower whose very lives and freedom are at stake here.
With Respect and Sincerity,
HIH Crown Prince Blayre von Krieg of the Confederacy of Blayredeshia”
RP: The Promise
The hours seemed to be growing later and later to Prime Minister Alois Hethwyr; the weight of his head upon his body confirmed this. Things were not as magnificent as he had always envisioned as a child when the idea of leadership entered his mind. For his mother, it seemed as effortless as instinct, yet for him, every action weighed on his soul like an additional kilogram of weight to a scale. Soon, he thought, he would reach a tipping point, but the notion of prosperity, of success, dismissed these notions and prevented them from consuming him. Here he was, at the pinnacle of power, realizing his greatest ambition. Yet when he thought about it, a small speck of memory, like a clot, impared his pondering. He could not for the life of him think of what it was, like a promise you would make to a friend in primary school. But this feeling would not last forever, for when the door to the Prime Minister’s office swang open, the speck suddenly became a boulder.
In the doorway stood a lone figure, one of an imposing build and an air of unwavering anger. Alois could feel the heat of his forehead from here, the rage which boiled like water at 102 degrees. This figure was none other than Wren, his maternal cousin. Much was different about Wren when Alois compared him to memory. He seemed even bigger than before, more hot-tempered, and almost immeasurably wrathful. It had been eight years since he had seen his cousin, and his mind attempted to piece together what could have changed in that time. It then hit him: it had been eight years since he had seen him. What was once a situation of confusion had now evolved into one of fear.
“W-Wren, what are you doing here?” Alois stammered as he asked. Wren stepped into the room and locked the door behind him. Alois’ Secret Service should have responded to the break-in by now. That could only mean one thing…
“Prime Minister,” Wren fumed.
“It’s been quite some time, cousin!” Alois stated, trying to sound happy.
“You abandoned me,” Wren replied bluntly. “You promised me power and wealth, you promised me a better life, and you lied! You have all the power you could ever want, and what do I have?! You said we would be KINGS! But instead you handed it all over to that foreign b**ch!”
“Look, Wren, level with me here,” Alois began to stammer. “I did what I had to do at the time, but that doesn’t mean things aren’t done! I still have plans!”
“And where am I in those plans?!” Alois looked about the room, searching for a solution. He had already jammed the emergency button under his desk, yet no response seemed to come from it. Alois knew he needed to stand his ground. Upon the bookshelf at his back layed a sword, one of Archian design that was once wielded by his father, one which he had sworn to a certain man to never use…
But what were promises in the face of death?
In a sudden, explosive action, Alois grabbed hold of the Archian weapon and held it outward in a defensive stance. Wren seemed to leap back as he raised a handgun to meet Alois’ challenge.
“PUT THAT SWORD DOWN!” He screamed, the pistol shaking in his hand.
“Put your gun down first,” Alois replied, grabbing composure of his vocal chords now that a superheated blade of Archinite stood between him and his assailant. “Wren, Wren, listen to me, we can work things out, but you’ve gotta put that gun down.”
“P-Put your sword on the table!” Wren stammered, his eyes becoming watery, though Alois could not in that moment determine their emotional source. Was it anger? Fear? Remorse? Anxiety? Something else completely? He would never know. The two men, after several minutes of standoff, slowly started to lower their weapons and placed them upon Alois’ massive desk.
“Look, Wren, I’m the Prime Minister,” Alois began. “I hold great power in Schwypia now. I am so, so sorry for what I did and I understand why you are upset, so let me fix it. Together, and I mean this, you and I can overthrow the Queen and I can grant you all the royal titles you want. I can do that now.” And when the words reached Wren’s ears, his demeanor seemed to falter for the briefest moment. His eyes sprang back to a youthful vigor, his posture loosened from its upright position, and the hands raised above his hands drooped ever so slightly.
And Alois’ eyes ignited. Without a tell, without a word, the Prime Minister grabbed hold of the Archian sword and swat the pistol off the table and sent it tumbling across the room. And thrust. Alois never broke eye contact with Wren as he skewered him, he never let the wrath in his eyes extinguish, even as Wren’s did. His mouth quivered and drooped as his body fell from the bloodied blade and crashed into the pristine carpet below. Alois’ mouth then too hung open. The sight was ghastly, the blood churned his stomach, and the adrenaline threatened to buckle his knees. Yet under this was a secondary feeling: power. Strength. And Alois loved power.
Through the walls, windows, and doors, Queen Boran could hear the crackling and popping of the roaring hearth in the other room. Her Royal Residency within the Government Square, while smaller than one might expect, was nonetheless homely, adjourned with Schwypian and Khosrauan imagery, and, of course, that massive fireplace in the living room. All she could think about then was the absence of her husband’s warmth at her side. With a groggy moan, she lifted her head from the comfort of her pillow and looked to the clock. Through slit eyes, she discerned it to be one o’clock in the morning.
Perhaps Corin is having one of his episodes again, Boran thought. Her son, for an undiagnosable reason, was plagued with a restlessness and a tendency to wail when he awoke, something the doctors all said would pass once he matured. Even if he was still a young toddler, she could not help but worry. What if something was wrong? What if these episodes were a sign of something? But what? A curse? She scoffed at the idea; she did not believe in such things. Regardless, now awake, Boran could not help but crave the warmth which had evaded her, and so sought the hearth. Dawning herself in a silk robe, the Queen emerged from her bedchambers and turned on the lights to the living room.
She nearly hollered at the sight she now beheld, but found her composure. In the reclining chair which she called her own sat a familiar, malevolent face, one she had hoped she would never have to suffer again. Yet here Sedrick Varro, the second-in-command of Cynthia Payne’s anarchist movement, was.
“Your Grace, it’s been a while,” he chuckled. Boran quickly scanned him and located a pistol in his grip, though it was not raised.
“Sedrick, can’t say I’m pleased to see you here,” Boran seethed.
“So I’m not welcome, then?” He teased before lightly laughing again. “You know, I truly do care for you, Your Grace, and feel an overwhelming sense of pride sitting here amidst our achievement.” Boran scoffed at this.
“I used you and your boss, you know. I never really intended to take you to the end.”
“Yes, I’ve always known that, but you don’t seem to understand just how much I helped you get here; not Cynthia, not the Organization, me.”
“Enough with your musings and riddles, what in God’s name are you doing here?” Boran raised her hands as the distant crescent moon twinkled in her flaming eyes.
“I know you want to kill me,” Sedrick said. “To take hold of my blood and fling me from the balcony. But you need to listen to me. The reason I even stood by Cynthia’s side was due to my uncanny ability: Clairvoyance.”
“Bullsh*it,” Boran interrupted. “You really think I’ll fall for something as ridiculous as that?” Boran couldn’t help but laugh as her crescent smile emerged, malicious and wicked.
“Really, you of all people are going to deny this?” Sedrick sighed.
“Prove it to me, then,” Boran said as she moved her left hand to relieve an itch on her scalp. But when Boran raised her arm, Sedrick did so in unison. As Boran scrunched her brow and cocked her head, so too did Sedrick with impossible, simultaneous reaction time.
“What the f**k?” The two said in unison. “Huh?!” They gasped together, Boran’s mouth ajar and Sedrick’s curled with satisfaction.
“Alright, alright, I get it, clairvoyance, what’s your point?” Boran sighed.
“Well you see, I’ve had myself a little premonition,” Sedrick explained. “Had it just minutes ago while I sat here, and let me just say real quick, good pick on the recliner, this thing’s comfy. Anyway, I determined that my fate here could be, let’s say, unfavorable. I don’t see the true future, you see, but the possibilities based on the actions certain individuals take. For instance, there’s a future where I suffer an unfortunate fate here and there’s a future where certain members of your family suffer a similar, unfortunate end. Fortunately for us, those two outcomes do not happen simultaneously; we can both escape this fully satisfied.” At this, Boran’s anger reignited.
“What’s going to happen to my family?!” She demanded.
“Nothing if you listen to me,” Sedrick responded sternly. “You need to let me go scot free and you need to haul it down the main corridor. That’s it.”
“What do you mean?! Why do I have to run?!”
“Because I’m not the only one with malintent here tonight.” Boran didn’t wait around to hear what else Sedrick had to say, for she was already rushing down the hall, the blood in her veins pulsing with fury.
Alois hadn't waited around for a response from the Secret Service before he took off down the hall. His intuition told him that Wren could not have gotten through droves of security forces on his own; he must have had accomplices, and if an attempt was made against him, Boran could be in danger too. With his father’s blade still in hand, Alois made for the Queen’s quarters, convinced on his bloodlust high that he was capable of dealing with whatever the threat was personally. Yet his heart sank when he rounded the corner. In the distance, he heard the sobbing of a young child, most likely Prince Corin, and was met with the visage of High Prince Levi and an unfamiliar figure who held him hostage. The unknown woman was clad in a strange exosuit and wielded an equally strange sword which was connected to a large backpack by a thick cord or flexible tube.
“Mr. Prime Minister, I’m honestly so happy you made it passed Wren. I just couldn’t take his constant whining and brooding anymore, y’know?” As the woman smiled, Alois turned his attention to the High Prince.
“Are you okay, Your Majesty? Is the Prince safe?”
“Y-Yes, Prime Minister,” Prince Levi stammered. “Yes to both.” Only then did Alois direct his attention to the woman.
“And who the f**k are you?” He said, raising his blade a bit higher.
“My name is Cynthia, Cynthia Payne, and before you ask, yes, very much related.” She gave a slight curtsy when she said this, as well as someone could curtsy with a sword at someone’s throat.
“Oh great, just what I needed, another lunatic running around,” Alois sighed.
“I’ll cut to the chase: your mother ruined me. My father was leading this nation to untold greatness before she came along and had him killed. He was on the cusp of creating a greater Schwypia, a greater world. He could have ended the War, and not with that pacifist bullsh*t your mother used. We could live in a world where Blayredeshia isn’t even a thought in Schwypia’s mind! Think of how much better off the world would be without them. But noooooooo, your mother showed them mercy when we had them surrounded. And when my father tried to take things back, to restore true leadership, she had him assassinated and covered it up, too cowardly to admit her crimes.”
“You know very well what would have happened if Roman’s death went public,” Alois interjected. “There would be marital instability if he was allowed to live and social instability if his assassination went public. If the nation knew their former beloved President turned into an anti-government terrorist, what would they think?! It was a difficult choice, but my mother made the right one. Think of the state of Schwypia if that went in a different direction.”
“Oh, I can imagine it,” Cynthia started with a devilish grin. “AND I LOVE IT! Chaos replaces order, new order replaces chaos; the status quo is flipped on its head!!! It would have been a DREAM!” Alois was truly stunned that someone as diabolical as this truly existed. She was like a villain from a comic book.
“Looks like my mother forgot a loose end, then,” Alois said as he raised his blade further.
“Oh, It’d be my esteemed PLEASURE!” Cynthia cried with glee as she threw the High Prince against the wall and readied her sword. With a flick of his head, Alois dismissed the High Prince, who fled down the hallway. His breathing quick, Alois awaited the first move.
It came faster than he could have imagined. Despite the heavy exosuit, Cynthia was light on her feet, yet equally brutish with her swings. Alois evaded the surprise attack and held his ground, sending his blade towards her sternum. The blow was promptly deflected by Cynthia’s gauntlets which had moved to defend torso; the armor was thicker than Alois thought. With the press of a button, the blade in Alois’ hand began to heat until it glowed a mighty orange, a feat only capable by an Archian weapon. Even so, Cynthia’s smile widened as her offhand twisted a valve on her weapon’s pomel. In an instant, a beam of heat sprang to life along her sword’s edge and came crashing down upon Alois’, the heat of the blow searing the Prime Minister’s lashes. He quickly drew away his blade from the clash and held firm in a defensive stance. As she twirled her sword at her side, her offhand once more assailed the valve, dispersing the superheated edge with a simmer. The anarchist made several slashes towards Alois, all of which he evaded and deflected, scarring her sword with heat marks. With a banshee’s yell, she again ignited her weapon and brought it down upon Alois like a hammer at a carnival game, crashing into Alois’ sword and, with her evidently superior strength, knocked him flat onto the ground. The Archian blade slid out from Alois’ grasp and slid across the slick, wooden floor. As Cynthia raised her blade once more like a berserk executioner, Alois shut his eyes, anticipating the end….
Yet no blow came. When his eyes opened, he gazed into the petrified glare of Cynthia, her arms frozen above her head. Her pained, bewildered expression told Alois everything he needed to know; after all, he had experienced it first hand. Behind Cynthia some twenty feet stood Boran, hand outstretched and fingers tensed like talons. Alois didn’t waste a moment to scuttle from his position to his feet and started to back away.
“No! No! Please! You don’t understand!” Cynthia wailed in what seemed to be absolute terror. “It’s going to overheat! Please let me go! I’m begging you! PLEASE!” The tears in her eyes and the words from her lips again told Alois all he needed to know.
“DUCK!” He screamed to the Queen as he dove behind a stone pillar. The Queen released her grip on Cynthia and dove into an alcove, and, even as Cynthia groped from the valve on her sword, the room suddenly combusted in a seering blast of light and a deafening roar. Every window shattered in an instant and the floor was set ablaze. Flung backward from the force of the blast, Alois lifted his head to see the fire before him. No Cynthia. No Boran.
“Boran?!” He screamed into the night. Seconds later, a response emerged, one which set the Prime Minister at ease.
“I’m alright!” Boran replied. “Have you seen Corin or Levi?”
“They’re both down the hall from you, safe!” He yelled over the roaring fire. “Get them out of here! I’ll see you on the other side!” And with that, Alois took off away from the blaze.
Though she usually stood sentinel, even Dawn was taken aback by the sudden nature of this attack. As the fire roared in the distance and alarms blared, she made her way towards the Government Square, hoping the worst had not come. It was true that Dawn cared for her granddaughter Boran, even though she had never met her. It wasn’t the normal sort of familial care, however; it was more reminiscent of a collector to a prized artifact. Here was the survivor of her lineage, someone who would, hopefully, produce the Avenger that could fulfill what Dawn, the Ghost, herself could not. It was then that Dawn felt a strange presence approaching and leaped back.
From the bushes emerged a lone figure, clad all in black. He seemed to be retreating from the scene of the crime, if Dawn were to wager, which she would. The man looked at her with a peculiar gaze.
“My my, aren’t you a strange one,” he said charismatically. “You’ve got a really bizarre aura, one like I’ve never seen. It’s like… like an ugly old quilt, a hodgepodge of confusion.” Suddenly, a certain look befell the stranger. Pulling forth his arm, he revealed a tattoo about his wrist, a triangle interwoven with a spider’s web, one which Dawn possessed a matching kind. She too showed the stranger her mark.
“Are you a Weaver?” Dawn asked.
“Yes, but just an acolyte,” the stranger said. “You seem to know more than most. Who are you?”
“Call me… Catherine,” Dawn replied, again dawning that epithet.
“I’m Sedrick, Sedrick Varro,” Sedrick stated as he gave a bow. “I foresee that we will meet again.”
“Wait!” Dawn shouted. “You need to tell me about the Weavers. What are they? Why do I have this mark?”
“As I said, I foresee that we will meet again; now is not the time.” Though slightly peeved, Dawn made no attempt to stop Sedrick as he continued through the city into the chaotic night.
In two cities, in one country, two people live: a man and a woman. And these two are siblings, born to a forgotten Prince. And these two felt the same feelings when Alois Hethwyr came knocking a decade ago to tell them of their legacy. And though their brother left with him, these two continued their lives without a second thought. Yet these two felt some remorse. Maybe they could have been something, just maybe, but the current power base told them their intuition was correct.
In two cities, two knocks sound at two doors. Two siblings answer two doors in two cities and find one man.
“Jerome,” the man says to the brother.
“Sinclair,” the man says to the sister.
“Your brother, Wren, has been murdered, and I need your help to avenge him.” And so two siblings, at two doors in two cities before one man, stand, two hearts ablaze with a roaring fury. And so two siblings say “Yes.”
RP: The Royal Switch
After a brief discussion with members of royalty, the Concordaian government has agreed to the offered "Civil Exchange". Princess Inanna Thea von Crossfeld, sister to High King Oliver Robin, was chosen by the King to be sent to the Confederation. This was done due to her previous interaction and own familiarity with the Confederation due to her own residency and service there. The exchange is currently slated to occur during election season in Concordaia, which the Conservative government hopes will boost their popularity.
RP: News of the Attack
Schwypian news today was heavily fixated on the attack on Government Square last night which saw anarchists break into the capital and attempt to assassinate the Prime Minister and the Royal Family. The government has told the media that most of the information regarding the attack is still classified to the public, as an ongoing investigation is being held. Eye witnesses, most notability the two assassination targets, relayed the story to the SAI investigation team. They told the public that there were two attackers, one of whom "was killed in the attempted assassination of the Prime Minister," and the second attacker "was killed when they detonated a bomb in the connecting hall of the Royal Residence and the Prime Minister's Quarters." They also released that three Secret Servicemen and five First Guardsmen were killed as the two assassins broke into Government Square. The SAI also stated that there may have been a third assassin, contrary to the eye witness reports, due to bits of evidence discovered around the eastern perimeter of the Royal Residence.
RP: In the Pursuit of Peace
With the recent conflicts between Kynthes and Moonflower to the south, Schwypia confesses their misunderstanding of the situation. They dispatch a diplomatic team to Moonflower as a show of good will and will continue relations with both countries to preserve peace in the region. They relay that both countries may use Schwypia as a neutral ground to conduct diplomacy to help further ease tensions.
RP: New Relations
Through contacts with members of the Nationalist League, Schwypia has come to hear of the tiny state of Sola Urba on the other side of the Letanrican Sea. Fascinated by the existence of such a small, independent territory, Schwypia dispatches a team of diplomats there to establish relations.
Arkadz Smith, the current president of Kynthes, is a known Irisi. He seems to be proud of the culture and is commonly seen wearing the Baro Iris. His Lieutenant and Molim Lanirva recommends to the Senate and House to give Irisia, Kanoria, and the colonies significant autonomy. Both have almost unanimously agreed to this, except 5 members of the Conservative People's Party. The Republic will give 85% Autonomy to the formed states of the Republic of Irisaia, Republic of Kanoria, Crowned State of Navoi, Princedom of Volfoi, and the Kingdom of Solnokoi. All five states will have written constitutions by the people of these states. They will be subject to the Kynthesine Republic, but they will be given significant freedoms. The deposed monarchs will be brought back but no more than a figurehead, but will be given power.
The Republic has been developing war machines for about 2 years. The Ministry of Technology has developed 3 types, the University of Kyrdava has developed 1, the Irisi State University has been created a prototype, the Mechanical Group of the Triple Monarchy has developed desert-specialized prototypes, and the Kanori National University has developed a cold-weather machine. The MinTech prototypes have been using semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns, which work well for the economical long-run. Kyrdava, Irisia, and Triple Monarchy has developed ones which use older assault rifles, which work, but is more expensive. Kanoria uses more modern assault weapons. The prototypes will be stationed in the border, in case of an invasion.
RP: Cancelled (Secret to All)
The Republic cancels and destroys all documents of the bombing of radio towers in Moonflower. Though, we will still search for the deposed republicans if they want to live in exile.
RP: Final Vacation
After all this time, Vennosian media has finally gathered enough information that the missing president Kaldis Raulis has been assassinated, the Vice President India Saule has taken his place and she has pledged to continue the legacy left behind by Kaldis. All of the Vennosian political parties and media outlets univerally have called this a tragic moment in Vennosian history.
RP: Reaching Out
The new president India Saule has proposed to increase trade between Vennos and foreign nations. So as of right now, Vennos has come to reach out to Homo sapiens neanderthalensis and proposed to establish diplomatic and economic ties between the two nations.
RP : Conclusion of a visit
Shortly after the meeting, the 1st Secretary Royes Sefereyrh of Pryvis Alecus has telegrammed the Central Government around Aeronia, detailing the results of their negotiation and his observations of the Sola Urbans. In a few days, a treaty has been sent to Sola Urba, allowing for the establishment of embassies, free trade, and the creation of a Special Economic Zone nearby Aroniter for the Sola Urbans to occupy and conduct their business.
King Regent Wallace refuses the money. He again reminds Kynthes to leave TNL Nations Alone. Though if they want they can Admit Icewindian Naval Supremacy over Letanrica.
RP: A Dragon out of Time (part 3)
Kizum entered Aurora the Capital and the strangest thing is the strange candle lights surrounded by glass. The Glow is not like any candle he has ever seem but like an bright metal string glowing hot like metal being hammered by an Anvil yet this metal glowed hotter then anything he had ever seen. He was taken aback at how many people were in Aurora and how large buildings had gotten. The Buildings were familiar in style but he had wondered how long had he been gone. He thought to himself how well these people behaved instead of the savages Queen Aurora had been trying to re-rehabilitate. Noble people? Yet they were so clean and dressed so nice and all of them had an Health that glowed. He was very confused as he continued deeper into Aurora. He entered what was the Old Market and saw only Large Metal Beams and strange Metal Beasts roaming and humming along. Some Men Stared at him confused in bright Orange Clothing and Hard White Painted Helmets.... but did not look of steel. Some hammered and he thought they were carpenters yet some had tools that sparked on metal. Professional Sorcerer Carpenters? He thought to hurry though as someone perhaps the Noble in charge began to yell at him. He continued forth and saw buildings were older and more recognizable. These he recognized as Old Ancient Shops of old yet they now looked inhabited. He felt small surrounded by the people until he finally crossed into what appeared to be a Large Market.
In the Market he saw foods he never could of dreamed of. Cultures and strange smells he had never seen in his life. These were the foods of the Gods he thought and people were being disrespectful to eat such food on Sacred Aurora Mountain? He saw Animals in caged and alot of people wearing strange masks.... like those of Plague doctors but they were connected to some kind of Metal Container. He continued through the market until he reached an road. Finally Kizum thought something normal as he walked up the Road towards the Ancient Castle Itself. He had not realized he spent all day traveling from across mountain and mostly through the city as sun had begun to set. Once he journeyed further he heard roar of an beast over and over sudden and pitched as he looked behind an large metal Wagon continued to bellow he thought he could see people inside of them. His legs felt like jello at fear that Metal Wagon Golem that moved on its own? Adrenaline kicked in as he began to ran up the road. Eventually more of those strange Metal Wagon Golem zoomed by him and eventually he got off the Large Road and continued up on an nice stone path aside of the Road that people walked on. Then two people stepped forth and called to him in an unknown language. Kizum did not know what to do as the two looked him up and down calling for something. Eventually they tried to Grab him one of them held what appeared to be small shackles (Cuffs). He tried to explain himself but they did not understand him. He could not stop now that he was so close. So he punched one of them and other looked in surprised as he began to ran to Forbidden Palace/Castle. He realized upon Whistle that he punched someone of Authority. He Ran though and parted through the crouds until he saw an Line of men protecting the Palace Steps. He shoved one aside and heard More Yelling an an alarm. He began to run up the steps and saw the Familiar Golems and he knew they recognized him. He smiled as he knew he was about to get back to the Palace to check up on his girlfriend but then he felt an sharp cut across his shoulder and soon loud bang the sound of a firework he heard before it all went black. The next thing he could hear was beeps and felt himself rolling in and out of consciousness in a nice bed. Strange people in white outfits looked him over however he knew they must be Physicians only reserved to Nobles. He tried to blurt out a word but he fell back to blackness and begun to dream of his Girlfriend Esolda Winter.