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  Chapter one(riots)
Posted by: Ergkek - 06-04-2021, 05:34 PM - Forum: Conflicts - Replies (2)

Chapter one (riots)
The civil war has started riots have risen all over the country, villages have been burned
The military has been called, and vond is in chaos, a local officer yes

"It's chaos there, their monsters"

It is utter chaos there, as officers use armored trucks, and water tanks to keep them in check.

But the people aren't dumb, they have developed tactics, like putting cones on tear gas, or using leaf blowers to repeal tear gas ECT

Which has been giving cops a hard time, and some of them…

Some groups Have started to arm themselves, which has caused the military to get involved, these groups have been terrorizing local villages, and burning them down…

But still, this is nothing, it's not like they are going to create army's and declare independence and go out and conquer more land, right(and that's foreshadowing)
But anyways, sir Isaac said this about these riots

"These people are insane we have provided them a a a communist Utopia
And yet there rioting against us this is absurd, I say "

Now you may say wait why is everyone else rioting, well they are lead by politics who want power, who want the government, to be ruled by them…

And this civil unrest is the perfect moment to take control, and so we are here…

The riots have caused a lot of chaos, these rioters have destroyed homes, robbed businesses, farm, factory's, ECT

They have caused the economy to plummet a little, and if they manage to get their hands on guns like those groups, oh meu the al-father protect us…

Chapter two(civil war)

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  The people of lesser vond
Posted by: Ergkek - 06-04-2021, 12:37 AM - Forum: The United Socialist States of Ergkek | Os Estnited Estcialist Estados of Ergkek - No Replies

The people of lesser vond, are discriminate, treated as pigs, you see during the 1900s the sultan Maximus Cursino El mando ali muhad de Silva, gandered and impressive army of 1 million, to go and burn down vond to the ground he said

"Men! Today we fight back, today you win, for your sultan, for your country, those vonds have beaten us they have enslaved us, and burned down our ak're temples, now we burn down there bc'vi temples those bastards, they'll pay with their life!"

So the war began, it was brutal, it left vond in shambles, they were now just a shadow of there former self, millions of vonds were enslaved by the sultan, as he gave the order to do so, three days later he was assassinated, his son took over but he went mad with power and enslaved all that we're not noble, or a apart of the milatery, of course due to this ergkekians revolted…

Due to this racist past vonds are mad they want their empire…
And they might get it

The people and how they live
They live by the laws of bc'vi their god
Their religion States all men must fight and make someone bleed, and women are nothing but play things, they have no rights!
The streets are filed with chaos, blood it's used as paint, and dead bodies of animals can be found in every house, soliders must be called just to keep the peace…

The cult of bc'vi
The cult of bc'vi is worshiped by every vondian, the god bc'vi is the god of chaos blood and war, it is said that he him self lead the vonds to victory in every battle, that was the one that lead the vonds to the south during the thousand year war.
The laws of this religion is
Women are nothing but property
Men must fight
Children must have jobs
And all must paint their homes with blood so the Chao master knows which one not to kill when the end comes
It is also believed that men become chaos soliders after death

After affects of the first Revaluation
The war left bond in ruins, and it's people enslaved, when the first revaluation happened the popular vonds matter leader Erick sermon Pedro El Paso Texas, stated

"If vonds are not free'd we will succeed, and we will form our own country"

The prime minister Pedro de Silva responded with

"This is a democracy, if the people want you to be free you will be free!"

After that the new order was brought up, after many hours and bickering, they came to an agreement
The dertili will be in power since they did most of the work, then the Makili will get 200 seats in the government, and the vonds will get 200 too..

The second war(1955)
The second war, unfortunately I'll have to write something else for this as it is far to long, and it deserves to be in the conflict category, but long story short it was bad(1920

The after affects of the war(1960)

It left the new state in chaos as during the war many many many bombs were dropped
Leaving lesser vond in ruins, unfortunately the democratic state of ergkek is a forgiving one, they helped them regrow, build businesses, factories, farm, homes, ECT
Which brought in alot of money for ergkek
So the government grew and grew
And trading with luxien help alot
To better the economic situation of vond

The first fascist coup(1970)
The fascists were influenced by Luxlein, now this is not about the coup, this is about how it affected vond
The fascist sent vondians to concentration camps, these fascist were known as the GEE
now these concentration camps were horrific, they were forced to have sex with kekians, they were treated as play things, animals cattle…
Millions died.. and I'll like to take a second to say this may their souls rest…

The fall of The GEE and rise of TSROE or SE(1987)
The communist liberated the country from Leberu with the help From the Confederacy

They rode through vondian roads
With the people chanting long live the revaluation! And they free'd vond, after helping bond rebuild, they began their new communist democracy.

The first protests(modern day)
This is the start of the civil war 
There have been protests all over the country
And one fight…
My friends this is the beginning of an era.

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  Songs of The Crisis
Posted by: Alpenraum - 05-24-2021, 07:52 PM - Forum: Kingdom of Alpenraum | Königreich Alpenraum - No Replies

This was a song commonly sung by the Airborne troops, mainly the Lotharingian Airborne Troops.  The song is rumoured to have started after a member of the Airborne died accidentally due to a malfunction during a drop.

[Verse 1]
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright,
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
You ain't gonna jump no more

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more

[Verse 2]
"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our hero feebly answered, "yes" and then they stood him up;
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked,
And he ain't gonna jump no more

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more

[Verse 3]
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,
The silk from his reserves spilled out, and wrapped around his legs,
And he ain't gonna jump no more

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more

[Verse 4]
The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.

And he ain't gonna jump no more

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more

[Verse 5]
The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
He thought about the medic corps, and wondered what they'd find,
And he ain't gonna jump no more

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more

[Verse 6]
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed,
And he ain't gonna jump no more

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more

[Verse 7]
He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT", his blood went spurting high;
His comrades, they were heard to say "a hell of a way to die!"
He lay there, rolling 'round in the welter of his gore,
And he ain't gonna jump no more

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more

[Verse 8]
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratroopers suit,
He was a mess, they picked him up, and poured him from his boots,
And he ain't gonna jump no more

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more

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  The History and Function of the Labour Tithe
Posted by: Jazado - 05-24-2021, 04:37 PM - Forum: Heavenly Kingdom of Jazado | Яъзаъдъо Тьиенгуоь - No Replies

The Labour Tithe
Due to the government providing the basic necessities of life in Jazado, food, healthcare, education, utilities etc. As well as the immense bargaining power of labour within the country and the general structure of enterprises, the main incentive to work has been the desire to pursue one’s own life goals. Many have been unshackled from the socioeconomic conditions of the past that held people in bondage and prevented them from the pursuit of enlightenment and personal leisure. Though it is true there is a rather high proportion of artists, writers, musicians and academics in Jazado, it is also equally true that there are many who work meagre service and industrial jobs to fund their own endeavours. However, a problem had arisen wherein those who were once compelled by the economic system of capitalism to take up the repelling jobs in society such as janitorial work, waste disposal and the like, were no longer under the same pressures of the economy and thus could afford to take up different jobs. To be brief, there was a growing labour shortage in those areas during the early 1920s as the government was able to provide much more for its citizens and the solution to it seemed to be the labour tithe.
Designed by Sevaka Minitsa, the system worked as such. After the 16 years of mandatory education – all of kindergarten, primary, middle and secondary education as well as an undergraduate education at an institution of higher education – graduates would be “conscripted” and work janitorial jobs, waste disposal jobs, plumbing etc. these people would be paid and would be able to choose which cities or provinces they wished to be deployed in. After three years of service, they would normally get a better job at the place where they worked, so someone who worked as a garbage truck driver would be promoted to a logistical manager after their service if they had the educational requirements. However, after their service people would be able to choose to be trained in trades or other skills and be employed elsewhere if they desire. A common example would be that of architectural students, upon graduation and enrolment into the labour tithe they would choose either to be a janitor at some sort of design firm or be a construction worker for a construction company, normally architectural firms and construction firms are one. But after their service many would become designers or architects, some may decide to become a manager, others during their service may find something else of interest causing them to change occupations. Many firms have lessons/lectures that are given to workers of the labour tithe after their shifts, it is common to see janitors and receptionists listening in on lectures or lessons. Furthermore, construction workers are taught basic concepts in physics when it comes to construction, this merging of educational institutions with industrial and productive institutions was a later addition only coming into prominence in the late 1940s after Umi Khuzhdonik popularised it. This was a great way to ensure that lower skilled labour had the ability to change occupations and allowed for a great amount of occupational mobility. Many people also find satisfaction in their work, the majority of construction workers in Jazado are people who stayed in the profession after the labour tithe, the same is for many who are put to work in the urban farms. Many firms within the service industry actually have little use for janitors, this is because work culture within Jazado encourages workers to clean up after themselves, offices and non-industrial workplaces remain relatively clean. However, when it comes to industrial sites, whether it be steel production or the mass production of textiles, professional janitors are required as individual responsibility would be insufficient to cover most of these cases.
The decommodification of goods at a national level saw a steady decrease in demand within the economy. This problem was further compounded by the durability of appliances and electronics with toasters lasting up to 15 years and computers staying functional for over 8, the repairability of electronics also greatly decreased demand for new products and in the years of 1982-2001 there was a large shift to the repair industry. Following the shift was an increase in recycling efforts which decreased demand for the extraction industry, a massive contraction in demand led to a contraction in the economy, factories and assembly plants shut down and, in their place, rose recycling plants and repair shops throughout cities opened up. This and automation displaced a great body of workers and a new solution was required to deal with the rising unemployment in Jazado, around this time a new architectural and economic theory had arisen, mid-density urbanism. It became popular as many Jazadii cities were still reliant on rural farms for agricultural produce, this was mainly because cities still had high population densities and were thus unable to sustain itself with urban and periurban agriculture despite the efforts of the 14th 7-year plan. The 22nd 7-year plan which was also known as the second reconstruction in 1991. Cities sprawled outwards, but unlike the low-density suburban sprawl witnessed in many Kaltach countries, this expansion was controlled and meticulously planned, boards of architects, artists, economists, sociologists and geologists formed boards in every province and assessed cities and their surroundings to find the best method of expansion and also drew up plans for the development of not only buildings but also a robust public transport system. Urban areas average at around 7000 people/km2 and periurban areas averaged around 3000 how ever periurban land on average was four times that of urban land and could at times be up to six times. This meant that urban areas retained the density that allowed them to be efficient with the use of public infrastructure and walking remained as an option, but it also meant that the city would be able to sustain itself through urban and periurban agriculture. The reconstruction of cities led to the creation of many jobs which bolstered employment, furthermore, the use of polyculture agriculture techniques and the labour-intensive nature of the technique meant that many new jobs opened up for the unemployed. Following the 22nd 7-year plan the Jazadoan government changed their development policy from one of a demand fuelled economy to one of massive public works which aimed to increase the standards of living of Jazadii people.
After the 22nd 7-year plan the labour tithe was also used to fill the labour demands of the government, this also coincided with the use of prison labour and paying prisoners “half-wages”, now the labour tithe could mean that someone is employed in a starting position at a cooperative or it could mean a better paying salary working in a large government project. Normally those who choose to take part in the 7-year plan during their service in the labour tithe get higher salaries and are able to receive better benefits after their service, this comes with the caveat that they work four years instead of three and many serve in two 7-year plans as they start in the middle or tale end of one.

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  A man and his lizard
Posted by: Jazado - 05-24-2021, 08:20 AM - Forum: Worldbuilding - No Replies

A man and his lizard:
In the city of Ishul you will find a man sitting by himself atop the roof the Peoples’ Palace, he sits there under the silver light of a hanging crescent which illuminates the night sky. On the tiled roof of his home the man gazes into the distance and watches the monorail pass through the weathered walls of the old city and into the new heart of the vibrant metropolis whose life blood of people did not seem the slightest bit affected by day nor night nor weather nor place. Looking across at the old docks where many fishermen depart into the Gulf of Mu’tazlia to fish and many a cargo boat enter to unload its bountiful treasures; he could see the tops of the Velofi mountains on the Kaltanni isle. The waters of the bay reflected the light of the moon and like the thousand glimmering stars, looked like an argent wave that stretched on forever. The man sitting upon the roof is commonly known as Hasan, though some call him eccentric and others, strange. When considering the various places to loaf about it is uncertain whether he had considered the balcony on the second floor of the northern wing of the building, it had a great view of the old city and the scenery was comparable, though one thing is certain, and it is that being alone on a roof top affords a certain amount of solitude and perhaps even serenity that a balcony just could not afford. The Peoples’ Palace was packed in between the new city and the old city, to the west was the old market, its north was an art exhibition showing off the works of many architects and visionaries. To the south of the building was a statue and monument to Umbar Malik, and in the east an endless stretch of mixed development. Unlike the new industrial settlements that were built in the early 1900s and late 1890s, old cities needed to be maximised to be the most efficient both economically and in terms of social wellbeing, residential areas had clubs, restaurants, libraries, gardens and shops intermixed between. The building itself was built under the supervision of and designed by Nikolay Miliutin during the Great Reconstruction and was originally used to house the displaced residents of the city’s old slums before they were demolished and rebuilt, now it acts as a hostel, a hub in which travellers congregate. Most existing cities were redesigned to fit the Sotsgorod model, Sotsgorod itself is the capital of the Triglav region and was the city that started the Great Reconstruction, the prevailing architectural design and redesign of cities is one of maximizing the efficiency of industrial workers, the city was designed such that workers would be housed within 1-2 kilometres of a monorail and would need to commute for around 20-30 minutes to get to work. More recently as jobs shifted to the service industry the subway system and other public transit were expanded, service industry jobs were decentralised leading to the inward and outward movement of labour throughout the day.
Waking up to the sound of his alarm, Hasan quickly knocked it to the floor and got out of bed. He had stayed in the hostel for such a long time that the staff had just decided to renovate a room for him, normally a room like the one he had would fit four to six people, but his indefinite stay led to him seizing one all for himself. The Peoples’ Palace was a large building with over a hundred rooms, common areas for socialising and recreation, a communal dining hall and a newly refurbished gym. Hasan’s room was on the second floor of the north wing of the building and had a nice balcony facing the harbour, sketches of people and buildings were plastered on the walls and different computer components and a soldering iron were scattered across his work desk. Getting dressed he picked up his alarm clock to check the time, it read 7:12, he packed the computer parts into his bag and headed down to eat. The same patterns lined the walls, doors opened here and there with temporary workers and migrant workers who had not yet found a suitable home coming out, a few posters for local events were pinned on a board, advertisements for a local concert and an art expose at the art museum. The creaking of the wooden stairs used to be annoying but eventually Hasan got used to it, now it was just a part of the ambience, one of the many eccentric flavours that melded with everything else.
The communal dinning hall had rows of long tables and chairs which resembled any cafeteria, outside were a few small circular tables with chairs placed under various trees. Noodles, soup and porridge were served by the kitchen staff to whom Hasan greeted and was greeted back, the fruit section was open for all as was the bread, cheese, boiled eggs, potatoes and cut meat, Hasan snatched two Tamurs [OOC: imagine a large, dried date] and a baked potato, ever in a rush he ate his breakfast on the walk to the monorail station. As he passed through the old market the smell of coffee and pastries filled the air, nice breakfasts and small talks could be observed in small restaurants on the side of the square, about halfway through the market Hasan found himself in front of the old abandoned clocktower that lied on the far side of the old market. Taking a turn and walking onto the main street he was joined with many other pedestrians who were all making their way to work, the sidewalks are covered with the shades of buildings and coloured by the green row of trees that were planted on them. In 1927 there was a government led initiative to “greenify” the city, this had not only taken the form of planting trees on sidewalks, but also the creation of rooftop gardens and intercity greenhouses. Today most neighborhoods will have a communal garden, more affluent ones will even have a greenhouse though those tend to be more common within the inner city. Greenhouses and urban agriculture contribute to a large amount of produce in Jazado, it is estimated that around 15% of food is grown in urban environments.
“Hasanabi!” calls a young child as Hasan passes the street. “I brought you strawberries to take to the factory, they’re fresh from yesterday.”
“Thank you Mashuka,” he says as he takes the basket, “I’ll be sure to share these with the others, you should be getting back to your parents now.”
Most people in Ishul and for that matter, Jazado as a whole, did not use cars, because of this the streets of the old city remain untouched by tarmac and retain the old cobblestone paths that were made centuries ago. Cyclists had their own lanes but most peopled walked, cities were built that way. One of the old towers of the old wall was converted to the monorail station, at the time this wasn’t that controversial having been done in early 1912, its tracks were suspended by new supports that seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon but now some people find it to be a disturbance to the old city, a piece of modernity that was able to sneak into the heavily protected and preserved old city. Hasan checked the time as he got on the rail, 07:24, munching on a potato he griped the handrail and his day truly started. The car began to move and with-it Hasan was taken further and further away from his abode. Staring out the window the various buildings got smaller and smaller, as the car passed into the newer areas the buildings were taller and the further out it went the higher the buildings rose until finally the car entered where the scenery was best, the greenbelt that surrounded the city, the home of the various polyculture farms that supplied the city with half its food. Looking down he could see farmers still using oxen to till the land, a storage warehouse and distribution center was built on the crossroads of multiple farms, there equipment was stored and also where some of the produce would be sent to the city. The desire to eliminate the distinctions between the urban and the rural finally culminated in 1935 and the 14th 7-year plan where various test on different agricultural methods and the systematic review of various studies and statistics led to the government using peri-urban agriculture as a solution to the problem. Many farmers were moved to the cities, new high-rise apartments were built in stark contrast to the older buildings that were built when housing regulations capped buildings at six stories. The relocated farmers were joined by unemployed workers and cultivated much of the peri-urban farms that are seen in the greenbelt, unlike communities in the inner city, agriculture was the main driver of employment for them and their descendants and they remain extremely vital to supplying the city. Though these farmers were now able to access much of the same amenities as those of urban residents and standards of living have mostly evened out.
The monorail finally came to a halt at Hasan’s station, he worked at a recycling plant 20 or so kilometers from the city, leaving the car he proceeded to check in at his station. Hasan had arrived at the Imperial Cooperative of the Alantur Electronic Recycling plant at 07:53, the imperial designation meant that it was an SOE, the job that he worked was manually sorting through the electronic trash that couldn’t be processed or electronics that could be recovered. Much of Hasan’s job was smashing electronics with a hammer before proceeding to unscrew and remove various parts, broken memory discs, processors and more. Normally electronics would go through a giant shredder and have its parts sorted by large magnets but the growing repair industry within Jazado has become rather lucrative in recent years, electronic trash coming from Edofasia, Cenaesia and Candanadium has provided them with a constant stream of broken but repairable parts, the main computer and phone companies in Jazado build all of their products from these parts. Specific models of phones and computers are selected for and are disassembled, their parts are either repaired on site or brought to another place to be repaired. Jazadii products in general tend to last longer due to regulatory laws preventing companies from using planned obsolescence, the Ministry of Industrial Goods and Production acts as the regulatory body that presides over these regulations and every 5 years products are reevaluated and the shelf life they need to have is changed or maintained. Normally at the end of Hasan’s 6-hour shift there would be plenty of parts in the surplus section - many cooperatives allow their workers to take items from their surplus section - and indeed today there was. There was a workshop at the back of the recycling plant for those who had projects that they wished to work on, it was filled with many half-finished computers and phones. As the second shift came in for the afternoon shift Hasan worked in the workshop on his computer, having acquired new parts from the surplus section that could be added. Furthermore, his phone battery had broke the day prior and he had asked permission to take a battery to replace it, spending around an hour replacing his phone battery and building his computer hunger finally forced him to leave work and return home. The cooperative had a cafeteria but Hasan didn’t like the food there, most of the times it was too stale or lacked some food he thought was essential, there was also the fact that around noon time many restaurants in the old market would be showing off their daily specials not to mention the kebab stand that would be brought to the centre of the square and somehow attract more tourists than the monument to the southeast.
Hasan boarded the monorail and began his return to the city. He normally left later than most people on the morning shift and so when he boarded the car there were plenty of seats available for him, sitting near the window at the front he once again found himself staring blankly out of the window into the countryside as the rail moved. The recycling plant used to be in the middle of Ishul before it was deemed to be “disruptive to public health and harmony” and moved a safe distance away, now it looked like a tiny island of the modern world found in the vast green sea of nature. A train station was built right next to the plant for its products to be shipped to other parts of Jazado, originally the track cut through the greenery of its surroundings, trees were planted along the railroad recently to emulate that of a riparian buffer, the idea was to conceal the train and its tracks to make the country seem undisturbed by industry. In actuality the area around the recycling plant wasn’t all too green, as a matter of fact the Asorei province was mostly arid planes with a desert to its far east, the mesh of grey train tracks meshed well with the natural colours of the landscape. As the monorail got closer to the city the land transposed from the arid light green and yellow land of the country to a lush and darker green of the various periurban farms that surrounded the city in its greenbelt. The use of polyculture and agroforestry as a method to produce food meant that the use of large industrial machines was unfeasible, this subsequently opened up many jobs to those living in the city. As automation displaced workers, those who were unable to transition to the service industry found themselves working in the various periurban and community farms in the city, normally a shift from a capital intensive industry to a labour intensive one would mean significant cost push inflation but because most of the produce from community farms are produced and consumed by the local community this normally means that they are consumed for free thus negating the effects of increased cost. Periurban farms are able to implement small scale machinery due to the increased land that they have but farmers are also subsidised allowing for surplus produce to be sold at cheap prices. Pastures for grazing lie just slightly beyond those farms, in vast fields shepherds herd sheep while wild cattle and hogs roam the land being hunted by their natural predators or people. In 1967 the Ministry of Meat and Agriculture deemed the large-scale cultivation of cattle to be “inefficient and a drain on resources” as large cattle ranches closed, their animals were once more taken back into the environment or used by periurban farmers in their operations.
Arriving back at the monorail station in the old market Hasan first returned to the People’s Palace. The real reason why he was unable to find living accommodations in the various housing units across Ishul was because he had an Inshalti [OOC: imagine a Komodo dragon except its really big and you can ride on it], the staff of the People’s Palace made a makeshift stable to keep it in, it made him quite the attraction in the city, “the lizard man of Ishul” many tourists had heard of it, most people believe it to be a myth. After a few minutes Hasan came out of the stable riding atop his beast, Zahif was its name and as they passed into the old market once more heads turned to behold the reptile that waddled through the square. There was a fountain in the middle of the square and was also the place where Hasan would stop the lizard every afternoon, checking his watch, the time was 15:34, very late for lunch though accustomed to it, Hasan laid out a carpet on the ground but before he sat down he rode Zahif around the square, first going the to the kebab stand to pick up a few kebabs and then passing the various restaurants on the side and amassing an assortment of different dishes. Noontime was also when the stray dogs and cats would get up, but it was already well past noon so by the time Hasan got his food most of the strays were already fed, packs of dogs were lying on carpets and sunbathing in the square while cats ran across the rooftops. Zahif laid down on the carpet that Hasan laid out and Hasan sat on the floor laying his back on Zahif’s side. Taking out a sketchbook and a pencil he once again started to draw the town square, starting from the last two years of his high school education he had always wanted to be an architect or a city planner, something to do with buildings at the very least. However, he found himself lacking the artistic skill required to study architecture or urban planning in university and instead was relegated to learning history and economics at the Asorei Institute of Social Sciences in Alshraq. The labour tithe had employed him as a janitor in the Imperial Cooperative of the Alantur Electronic Recycling plant and after his service he applied to work there. Now he spends his free time sketching the city and dreaming about being able to be an architect. After around 30 minutes a sizeable crowd had gathered around him, it seems that news of a man and a giant lizard has spread, and curious travellers surrounded him. Throwing aside his sketchbook and pencil, Hasan jumped right up, putting on an act to entertain the crowd.
“Welcome people, this great beast before you is Zahif. A hatchling of the Inshalti from the dune sea, I, being the brave man that I am, captured him after a great battle with his mother on the edge of the Khajarite wastes. Now he is my mount and potentially someone you could take a picture with.”
A woman from the crowd stepped forward and asked: “What do you feed that thing?”
“Hogs, the wild pigs that roam just off the pastures east” seeing a Kaltach tourist in the crowd, or at least he seemed Kaltach, red as a tomato and wearing socks with sandals. “I mean the animal not you Kaltach!” he says pointing to the man. An awkward silence filled the air for a second before the two burst into laughter.
“How cost four picture?” asked the Kaltach man, his Khitai wasn’t all too good and Hasan spoke with a slight Kalamfadii accent.
“10 thaler with the added bonus of Zahif not eating you!”
The Kaltach man hands Hasan 10 thaler. Hasan calls out “Yaqif!”, immediately Zahif stands up on his hind legs, the crowd stands back as their eyes fill with awe in the sight of the massive reptile. Putting on of its arms on the Kaltach man Zahif holds his position. The tourist gave Hasan his phone and he took a few pictures.
“Taht!”, Zahif lets go of the man and lies back down on the floor. “Friends, friends, you too can take a picture, or if you so desire, it may be possible for you to ride him.” As Hasan saddles someone on Zahif the Kaltach tourist goes to talk to him.
“Where best place to go?”
“In the city or in Jazado?”
“Sotsgorod, the city of tomorrow, it has the best art and music exhibits. But we all know you people are fat and love food, so I would recommend Pragdanha, capital of Sinhala and they will have the largest crabs you would ever want, freshest from the Yukaghir strait.”
“Many thanks”
“You’re welcome, have a good day.”
As the sun slowly sets, many of the tourists dissipate and Hasan is left alone with Zahif, looking at his earnings he sees 10 thaler and 121 taels, good enough. He packed up the carpet and mounted Zahif, on his ride back to the peoples palace Hasan stopped at the local butcher. Paying the 10 thaler and 67 taels, he leaves with a pig carcass. Hasan returned Zahif to his stable and left him the pig carcass, Inshalti are omnivorous and during the day when Hasan works Zahif is fed with vegetables. Leaving the stable Hasan heads to the bus station to go the centre of the old city for dinner.

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  Journey to the North
Posted by: Kingdom of Candanadium - 05-22-2021, 01:55 PM - Forum: Worldbuilding - No Replies

Written in collaboration with Meltor


A few days have passed since the King of Candanadium had sent her a letter of invitation to his palace, perhaps there were people who truly wanted the best for Meltor and her people? But even then she thought, it would be reckless to jump straight into the laps of our supposed angelic saviours. 

“My Empress, the plane and your luggage are ready.” Swiftly opening the doors of the lounge the Royal Protector, Sieion von Actu arrives to attend to his waiting Empress.

“You seem nervous, surely you can open yourself up a little bit to the idea of going there.”

“Going into what is for all intents and purposes a nation that is against Meltor due to our… problems. Would spark some worry for any sane many wouldn’t you think?” The Royal Protector responds.

“Regardless of my sanity, you need to lighten up. It would be unwise for it to appear as if I’m protected by some nervous wreck of a man.” 

“This nervous wreck here has feelings, please care about them.” 

“I’ll think about it.”


El Majestu, The Majesty. A name that truly befits the plane of the Meltorian royalty. The thing was about twenty years old, and the scratches and thinning paint have been beginning to show for years, The words DEU UNIA MELOTEY were just about visible on the fuselage, and the decal on the tail fin was missing more than a few stars. This was the first time in over six years the Empress had actually used the thing instead of leaving it in storage. El Majestu was an Akarean make, bought secondhand from All Akarean Airways, and according to the technician they had flown in from Lao Shaodu it should be airworthy enough to make it to New Konigstadt, provided it had enough fuel. Whether it could come back, however, was a different story.

In front of the doors of the plane was a man the Empress did not want to see here, or really at any time, at any place, ever again. The man in question was the ever-detestable Chancellor Gacrein Von Garic, the man who was supposed to be incorruptible and fair, who would lend his ear to the Emperor or Empress should they ever seek advice. 

These words were entirely antithetical to this man.

Von Garic was corrupt, morally (but certainly not financially) bankrupt, and couldn’t give less of a damn about the Empress’s wellbeing unless he got the chance to gloat at her or to make sexual comments that would have gotten him beheaded in the Meltor of yore. It seemed to her that when a man sold his soul to the corporations, there was nothing that was beneath him. The Empress was sure that, at some point, a Candanadian or Kreyerian Chancellor (she couldn’t remember which) had said that the man was an eternal disgrace to the title of Chancellor everywhere. He was not at all like the elected man (or woman) of the highest civilian post in Candanadium or Kreyermark. He was an industrialist, a slaver, and cared not a Statglo for the welfare of Meltor nor its people, as long as slaves and cheques changed hands and the Kaltach and Terran world continued buying the cheap plastic knick-knacks his factories pumped out. All in all, Von Garic was the physical embodiment of the Meltorian corporate elite, and that made the Empress’s stomach churn every time she had to face the man.

She was trying to keep the inevitable conversation between them as short and diplomatic as possible, so that maybe she’d be able to leave the place in a semi-pleasant mood. The bulging man had a receding hairline that was almost past his puffy little ears, and the stench of cheap perfume clung to him perpetually. She could only feel sorry for his wife and children, constantly sidelined for his personal pleasure. She hoped that he at least treated them with more dignity than his slaves, but knowing Von Garic, that was unlikely.

“Ah, Your Majesty.” He said in a lazy voice, not even bothering to bow. He was decked out in a double-breasted naval jacket with a tall bicorn hat that was made even taller with the addition of a white feather plume, which only accentuated his short and stout stature. The rows upon rows of fake medals that weighed down the front of his jacket only added to the ridiculousness of the outfit. All of them were issued in her name, the Empress knew, but if it were up to her she’d strip him of all his meaningless awards in the blink of an eye. “I hope you enjoy your trip to the foreign lands. Perhaps you may even find a good nobleman to marry. Or, perhaps, you would prefer me?” 

The Empress could feel her ears turning red as her hands clenched into fists. She had to actively strain herself to not throw a punch at this man, right between his two beady little insect eyes. 

“Thank you for the offer, Chancellor,  but I’ll pass, you’re simply not my type.” She forced the corners of her mouth up into the most disingenuous smile while continuing to stare daggers at him.

“Your Majesty! Oh, how you wound me, I would treat you well and ensure the prosperity of Meltor. After all, I, as your Chancellor, am both your humble servant and advisor. Perhaps it is time for my vast ocean of expertise to be put to good use?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and he tilted his fat head and blinked at her in an oh-so-innocent way. The Empress gnashed her teeth together.

The bastard isn’t even bothering to hide his power plays.

“Come, ma’am,” Sieion quickly realized that the conversation could only end with two black eyes. “We must make haste, lest we miss our chance to show the good side of Meltor to the world, I’m sure our Empress can talk politics when she returns.” He quickly gives her a quick jab as a sign to calm down.

“Yes, of course. Ensure that the World sees our good side and nothing else, Your Majesty.” Taking the cue from Sieion, he waddled to a nearby limousine. “On second thought, don’t be too good, little empress. I hear the King of Candanadium is the most powerful bachelor in the world, and I wouldn’t want him of all people to steal our fair Empress Melotey.” The door closed with a thud.

“You-” The Empress had to fight to restrain herself as the limo disappeared in a cloud of smoke. 

“Does he hear himself? ‘Little Empress’?” Sieion muttered once the limo was out of sight.

“The fat slob only wanted to annoy me.”

“What else were you expecting exactly?” Sieion shook his head. “At least you’ll be rid of him for a while.”


The official invitation from New Konigstadt had given the date of February 1st, but the ambassador had advised them to arrive the day before, as was customary when it came to these visits. In reality, they had to leave even earlier than that. The flight from Perisu to New Konigstadt would take at least 11 hours if they flew directly, but El Majestu was nothing like the modern long-haul jets used by Royal Candanadian Airlines. Instead, the diminutive plane would first make the three-hour hop to the Candanadian island of Hautsing, sandwiched between the Akarean Danpian and the insular part of Hykko. There, it would refuel and make the second leg of the journey to the southernmost city in mainland Candanadium, Freigrad, on the edge of the great Caskhomirian desert, which would take about eight hours. From there, it was another three-hour hop across western Caskhomir, Alpenraum, and Maple Bay to New Konigstadt City Airport, on an artificial island in the bay. All of this meant that the Empress was already standing on the tarmac of Perisu’s airport on January 30th, prepared for the journey ahead. 

They had informed the Candanadian ambassador of their flight plan, and he had assured them that arrangements to refuel and resupply the royal jet at Mutterhafen and Freigrad would be made in advance. As El Majestu taxied across Mutterhafen International Airport’s runways, it seemed that he had kept that end of the bargain as well. A fuel truck and catering truck were waiting near the main terminal, alongside a set of airstairs and a red carpet, with an impressive looking SUV parked next to it. 

“Why is this island in the middle of the Akarean sea part of Candanadium?” The Empress said, to nobody in particular. Sieion had appeared in the seat next to the Empress’s at some point, and the Empress’s remark made him turn around and peer outside the window.

“The Candanadians used this island as a base for trade with Akarea, when it was still profitable to sail all the way and do so, and when they created their federation they decided to keep the island.” The Empress mentally sighed at Sieion’s attempts to lecture her. Two men had stepped out of the SUV, one in military uniform, with a white pith helmet that made his tan skin look much darker than it actually was. 

“Yes, I know that. I was simply thinking to myself. If, today, the Candanadians can reach halfway across the world for some little island, then just think about what they can do to us if we cross them tomorrow.”

“They have a good reason for keeping Hautsing under their belt. Look in the distance.” Sieion gestured with his hand, and the Empress peered harder. “Those skyscrapers you see? Casinos, banks, and luxury resorts. The Akareans work hard and play hard, and this place caters to both. Hautsing charges no tax for corporations or casinos, only New Konigstadt, which is altogether much less than what Fujing charges.” Towering above the rows upon rows of palm trees in the distance were a line of skyscrapers, as far as the eye could see. Their sharp angles and glass exteriors reflected and manipulated the sun’s light to seem as if they were constantly flickering.

“If that’s so, then we can never be certain where Candanadium’s allegiances lie. Who’s to say they won’t be persuaded by a fat cheque from the corporations?”

“Think about the long run. They might turn a profit in the short run, working with the corporations, but it’s the least popular side to take. For the government, it means they’ll suffer in the next election once the media does its job. If they’re siding with us, it means they’re going to expect at least some kind of preferential treatment in trade after we win the war.”

“So what is your advice?” The Empress turned away from the window and looked Sieion in the face.

“Observe. Make no promises. There are going to be many opportunities for that, like now, for instance.” The exterior door of El Majestu opened with a hiss and a thunk. “You’re up.” Sieion gestured to the door.


“Your sublime majesty. It is an honour for Hautsing to receive its first-ever visit from a foreign monarch. Truly, we are blessed.” The small Akarean man in the suit greeted her with a bow and a firm handshake. He spoke in Kanadiaans as well, albeit flavoured with the sounds of the far east.

“Your words humble me, sir.” The Empress responded as Sieion traded salutes with the man in military uniform. 

“How do you mean? I thought the Akarean Emperor had visited Hautsing once before, after the formation of Candanadium.” Sieion had evidently overheard the man’s greeting.

“Yes, the Son of Heaven has indeed visited us here, so has His Majesty the King, but we can hardly consider either of their majesties to be foreign.” The man slapped his own forehead, almost theatrically. “Ach! Where are my manners? I have the honour of being Wilfred Gwo, Premier of Hautsing. This is His Majesty’s viceregal representative in Hautsing, His Excellency the Magistrate Julian Shan.” The Premier gestured to the man in the pith helmet beside him. That explained why the man didn’t bow to the Empress. “Hautsing is at your service. Would you like to perhaps rest at the terminal while the aircraft is refuelled?”

“That would be most welcome. The journey here has been turbulent, to say the least.” El Majestu had rattled and bounced all the way from Perisu to Mutterhafen like it was about to fall apart. Thankfully, it didn’t.

“Right this way, please, Hautsing Eastern Airlines has vacated its First Class lounge especially for this occasion.”


The regal wooden doors opened wide to reveal a luxurious lounge bathed in cyan and white. The walls a collage of cyan swirls interrupted only by paintings and majestic white pillars of marble. The floor and roof both made of pristine marble that reflected her face almost perfectly. 

“This is the lounge, your Sublime Majesty. Please make yourselves comfortable, we shall return soon.” The Magistrate and the Premier had bid them farewell at the terminal, and they had been escorted inside by an attendant in a vest and tie, who had now turned away and hastily made his way to his next destination, scurrying down the hall.

In the middle of the lounge were some sofas and chairs, coloured a deep blue, embellished with jewels and gold strapped on like a snake, twisting and curving around the edges of the furniture.

“It’s a bit… much, don’t you think?” Sieion moved his way through the furniture and leaned against a pillar, turning his neck to look out the floor-to-ceiling windows, past the tarmac and into the jungles of Hautsing, beyond which loomed lush green mountains, shrouded by a thin layer of fog.

“Unlike in Meltor, these people aren’t dirt poor and aren’t governed by complete buffoons. So I guess it would appear rather much.” Moving her way onto the sofas, the Empress picks one that appears the comfiest, a small dark blue couch, perfect for her rather diminutive stature. “Plus, they’ll need some way to spend all those casino Thalers.” The small coffee table in front of her had on it a selection of drinks, most unfamiliar to her. The wall above it boasted a grand painting of some Candanadian military official with a moustache almost as thick as his unibrow, standing triumphantly on the head of a dead tiger, his high riding boots gleaming and his hand on his sabre hilt. The Empress peered at the plaque.

“The Right Honourable Sir Jon Hochsteiger, first Lord Mayor and Founder of Mutterhafen”. She read. “Even from this portrait alone you can sense how self-absorbed he was.”

“Come now, you have similar portraits back in the palace.” Sieion called from the window, a grin beginning to spread from ear to ear “And what about your portrait that makes you about 2 metres tall? I know you are conscious about your height but that’s taking it too far. And shall I remind you of all your official titles?”

“I thought I told you never to talk about that blasted thing, It’s not my fault that delusional artist insisted he would paint me in my ‘size to come’, whatever that’s supposed to mean. As for the titles, you know as well as I do that it’s just tradition.” The Empress snapped back.

“You’re still embarrassed about that?” The Empress’s reply was interrupted by a quiet knock on the door, revealing Herish Klomon, a maid to the Empress and one of her most trusted confidants.

“Sieion, you’re a terrible influence on Herish.” Looking away from Sieion she directed her gaze at her maid. “Yes, Herish?”

“My Empress, I have come with the Himosta you requested before you departed the plane” The food in question laid atop a plate covered by a silver cloche.

“Very good.” She pointed to the table “Please, on the table.”

She pulled up the cloche and revealed the Himosta, which was a dish of steamed cod and Meltorian rice, fish being an important part of the Meltorian diet (and has been such for hundreds of years). This was also why Acolio was the most prosperous, debatably peaceful, and safest of all the kingdoms of Meltor, as they had the best fishing waters and had therefore bought out every other kingdom with their ample amounts of fish. If for some reason, another kingdom got on Acolio’s bad side, then they would expect to see all their fishing boats and stock in Acolian waters seized and their fisherman banned from further access, forcing them to settle for less fish of lower quality. The rice is a common sign of nobility in Meltor due to its rareness in the market. It is said that, many years ago, an Akarean trader took pity on some poor Meltorian peasants and gave them a sack of rice seeds. After many years of journeying and adventure, those peasants created the first of the Meltorian rice farms in Elisi. Meltorian rice was not easy to come by, as the country’s climate did not allow for the creation of layered rice paddies like in rainy, jungled Akarea. Thus, though Meltorian rice was arguably of poorer quality, its price was sometimes double that of Akarean rice.

“You may want to save some room.” Sieion pointed to the buffet and bar at the far end of the lounge, staffed by three waiters. “Maybe get used to Candanadian food.”

“Good idea.”


El Majestu took off from Mutterhafen fuelled and refreshed, much like her occupants, who found themselves curled up in corners and reclining in their chairs after having been hosted by the government of Hautsing.

As the mid-afternoon sun disappeared over the horizon, El Majestu crossed over the Tropic of Cancer into the airspace of Great Kaltachia. Nobody onboard, however, was awake when it happened, except, of course, for the two pilots in the cockpit.

Many hours later, the Empress found that she had woken with the sun. As she emerged from her private section of the plane, she saw Sieion peering out of the porthole-style windows. It was obvious he had just woken up as well - stubble covered the lower half of his face, and his thick brown hair, which was usually slicked back with a touch of hair wax, covered his forehead and stuck out in random places. He was not quite fully dressed, at least not by court standards. He had switched out his royal uniform for a Kaltach-style button-down shirt and slacks, which the Empress found strange, at least on him. She supposed that she should probably also dress in a more Kaltach manner and not in the traditional robes of Meltor, lest the Candanadians find her too plainly dressed for the palaces of New Konigstadt. Right now, however, there was no need yet, as the stop in Freigrad was supposed to be a short refuel only, taking less than an hour. They would not have to disembark, and no official reception awaited them.

“My Empress.” Sieion emerged from his seat. As derelict as El Majestu looked from the outside, no expense was spared for the internal furnishings. The chair Sieion had presumably spent the night in was a modern brown-leather recliner, with the imperial cypher of the Empress’s father burned into the armrests. The chairs could be folded out into cots for the night, which is why Sieion had no reason to leave his seat to rest. “Good morning.” Sieion bowed his head.

“Good morning, Sieion.” She motioned for him to raise his head. “What could possibly be outside that window that could be more interesting than preparing for our summit?” 

“My Empress, I know that you are anxious for our arrival, but you might wish to look outside.”

“Why would I-” She glanced out the window and stopped mid-sentence. El Majestu had just begun banking to the left, giving her an optimal view of the scenery below. 

The Alpenraumisch Alps, the mountains that gave that country its name, basked in the morning sun, their snowy peaks glittering in the golden rays. Or maybe it was the Southern Cask? The Empress wasn’t sure. She hadn’t touched geography or looked at a proper map of Kaltachia since her childhood, when, under her father’s watchful eye, she was lectured by a gaggle of tutor-slaves about the great mysteries of the world. Back then, though, places like Kaltachia and names like the Alps sounded foreign and exotic to her. Her only impression of the Alps was that they were represented by little raised ridges on the globe she had used as a child. Now that she had seen them with her own eyes, she felt as if she finally had some closure on that particular part of her childhood. She paused, and let her eyes embrace what she saw in front of her. 

“Is that snow?” She half-muttered. Having never left Meltor in her nineteen years, she had not stopped to consider how the terrain and environment of the outside world might differ from the palm trees, beaches, and deserts she was used to. Hautsing was close enough, as although Meltor didn’t have any jungles, it wasn’t anything she found too exotic. 

“They call it Kaltachia for a reason. You know the Kanadiaans word for-” Sieion tried to interject, but the Empress interrupted him with a thought of her own.

“Cold. Kalt. Yes. Trefjalli too.” She mused. “It will be cold. Sieion, instruct the servants to prepare the heaviest coats I have.”

New Konigstadt

As El Majestu’s door opened, the Empress knew that she had made a prudent decision in wrapping herself up in the heaviest wools and scarves her servants had packed for the trip. In Meltor, late January was the height of summer, but in New Konigstadt, it was the polar opposite, quite literally. The waters of Maple Bay around the artificial island built for New Konigstadt City Airport were frozen, and a thick layer of snow draped the city in white. The dark-grey tarmac, however, was cleared of all traces of snow, and a red carpet had been rolled out for her arrival, lined on one side by an honour guard, in dark-blue greatcoats and tall bearskin helmets.

“Ehrenbataillon! Augen, links!” Came the shrill cry from the commander, who saluted the Empress with his own sabre as well. The honour guard snapped their heads to the Empress in salute. A youngish man stood beside him in full morning dress, tailcoat and hat and all. He removed his hat and bowed before the Empress, a lock of his light brown hair tumbling before his eyes. The Empress descended the stairs, each individual step covered in red carpet as well. 

“Rise, good sir.” She said to the bowing man, stepping off the stairs. She nodded to the commander of the honour guard, who broke his sabre salute. She knew that it was royal protocol in Candanadium to not speak to a monarch unless spoken to, and although it wasn’t observed as diligently in Hautsing as it was here, that was only natural, given the fact that more preparation had obviously been made for her arrival here. 

“Your Sublime Majesty. Pieter von Juppertal, humbly at your service.” The Chancellor donned his hat once more. “This is Oberst Samuel Göß, of His Majesty’s Palace Guards.”

“Humbly at your service, your Sublime Majesty.” Colonel Göß echoed. He spun on his heels and brought his right foot down in a loud stamp, marching back to his troops. 

“Thank you, Herr von-” She suddenly realized who it was that had come to greet her. “Herr Reichskanzler. It is my honour to visit Candanadium at last.”

“The honour is all ours. I hope you found the arrangements in Mutterhafen and Freigrad to your liking?” 

Aber natürlich.” Sieion had descended the stairs as well, along with some of her ladies-in-waiting. “This is my loyal Royal Protector, Sieion von Actu, who is accompanying me on my northern journey on behalf of my elected government in Meltor.” Sieion stepped forward and saluted the Chancellor, who offered his hand.

“A pleasure. I suppose it is with him that I should liaise for the coming days then?”

“I would think so.” Sieion nodded as well. 

“Alas, the Prime Minister unfortunately could not join us on this expedition. I’m sure you will be able to empathize.” 

“I understand.” The Chancellor was undoubtedly briefed about this matter beforehand. “I hate to cut our conversation here short, ma’am, Herr von Actu-” he nodded to both of them in turn, “but I would like to invite you to inspect His Majesty’s honour guard before we proceed to Magnarplatz Palace.”

“It would be our pleasure.” The Empress responded. The Chancellor nodded to the Colonel.

Ehrenbataillon, Augen geradeaus!” The heads snapped back to looking to the front. “Ehrenbataillon, Präsentiert das, Gewehr!” About fifty boots came stamping down as the honour guard presented their arms in salute, their bayonets gleaming in the mid-afternoon sun. The military band arranged in a tight square behind the honour guards broke into the Kanadiaansischer Präsentiermarsch

The Empress walked down the red carpet.

To be continued

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  The Crack of Heaven and Earth
Posted by: Meltor - 05-20-2021, 12:25 AM - Forum: AUs and other non-canon fluff - Replies (4)

Ancient Meltor
The War in Heaven
"Connections, set"

A strange circle began to shimmer over the grass path, a simplistic blue circle with strange symbols of the Ancient Tongue shimmering just a few millimetres outside of the circle's range. A simplistic Incantation Circle centred around the user's hand.

"Displace layers: 1, 2. Prepare layer 3. Set Crest catalyst. Set."

The simplistic Incantation Circle, changed and warped now developing into a larger circle with three smaller circles each representing 1, 2, 3 in the Ancient Tongue.

"Anchor magical energy, formalise connection with the Base Theory"

The shimmering Incantation Circle now supplied with sufficient mana adapted to the user's internal thoughts, a long-range weapon.

Like an automated machine the Circle changed again with the Larger circle splitting off into four separate small circles connected around four newly appeared blades of light only about waist height.

"Load: Anima Grain. Project: Beam. Reinforce: Personnel Mana Circulations 1 through 5"

With the commands of the magic-user understood the Incantation Circle began to coalesce Anima Grain from the surrounding atmosphere to project into a long-range beam weapon by reinforcing the hands of the magic-user so they're not burned by the force of the beam they're about to unleash.

With the formula complete, Amos stared into the distance. The surrounding woodland no longer concerned her. The only thing reflected in those blue eyes was the unreachable many miles away, though easily big enough to be seen from where she saw kneeling. If such a size as that was possible to maintain on mana collection alone it was a metallic titan truly deserving of its name, and if that's the case: it already knew of Amos' provocation towards it, it looking her way was only added proof of such.

"My effective range is still only about one mile, though..." 

Now that things had come this far, she had no choice but to go all in. She would mobilise every last ounce of magical energy this woodland had to offer, and extend the reach of her shot!

"Create path: Catalyse hair"

A blue firework rose into the sky. Amos looked up at her hair, fluttering in the wind, and raised her right arm as if grasping at empty space. For magi, their own bodies were considered the finest of catalysts. And for those few female magi, hair that was grown over many years became especially powerful and precious fuel. A path already existed between hair and body as both were one and the same, the only thing that needed connecting was the formula itself. But even then a simple desire was enough of fuse to connect the two isolated circuits.  

She clenched her open hand into a fist, and, 

"Layer three, incarnate. Begin connection to all formula."

The distant hair danced in a circle until finally being completely consumed into a new distant formula of less complexity than the original but no less worthy of battle.

She issued a clear challenge to the metal giant. 

The ground shaked.

In response to the provocation that had appeared in the air between them, the Titan began to make its move.  It would not tolerate the insolence of insects. Not only did she disrespect it by having her incantation up high, in its domain. She would go so far and openly defy it. Its rage was uncontainable. Nothing would stop this monster of the unknown from bringing down the full brunt of its force on its small, small prey.

Heaving her arm up a new set of circles followed it twirling in four sets of three around her arm, the ground was her staging platform, the formula on high her iron sight and booster, the twirling circles her gun and her arm: the gunpowder. But even with all her preparation and talent the 'gun' grounded. The circuits within her body spun. Scotching her body and soul with an imaginary flame in order to preserve the weapon for as long as possible.

She was linked to the formula carved into the ground. The loading and execution were the same as ever, but the output was incomparable to anything she'd ever tried before. Even if the process hadn't changed, with this much firepower death could be but a moment away if she ran out of sanity and mana to maintain the advanced formula. There was a very real possibility her entire nervous system could burn away in the blink of an eye if she wasn't careful. 

"No matter what, I will defeat you, Titan!"

The amount of imaginary heat coalescing around her arm was almost scary. Her body trembled at the thought of her arm being blown to smithereens by the force of the blast, but then, if such a risk did not exist she would have been unable to defeat it. At least this way she would be able to try and kill it in one almighty shot. Moving was no longer an option, if she missed or failed she would be crushed or burned to ash by her own rampaging formula, she was like entrenched artillery waiting to fire its newest shell. It was the only way to reach it at a safe enough distance she wouldn't be instantly crushed. But at the same time, it meant no Plan B could exist, if she hit it but it did not die she would have to hit it again, and again, and again until it crushed her. She would have to fight till the bitter end now.

Accepting this she drew her breath. Her preparations were as perfect as her teachers. She would deliver this rocket-like maelstrom of untainted magical energy straight at the titan's core! She took aim through the third formula in the sky, which acted as a muzzle to expel her concentrated mana beam into a more destructive burst that would be able to damage it more, it also served well as a sight to adjust fire. 

As if sneering at her efforts the ground shook even more disorientating her focused self. Now, look upon me, ye Human of folly, ye who would dare try to strike me. Look upon me and despair, for blessed I have been in the blood of Sothis and the Sword of Liberation. A mixture of divine mystery from both your people and mine, come and try to strike me. For I am the most supreme of the world's phantasms of metal and stone! 

With its anger made known, it began to move.

"Too soon. It's still too soon, but"

Her instincts were screaming. She couldn't delay any longer. The enemy was exposed in front of her but so was she. If she could sense its hostile sentiment all the way over here it could easily attack her at any moment. She had to shoot it now and pray she had enough time to prepare another shot in less than a second later.

Her eyes, fixed on the Titan, filled with determination. Aware that the moment she fired, tremendous feedback would assail her entire body.

"No holding back, time to give it my all!" With all the energy she could muster she screamed to the Heavens!

Her arm blazed with magical energy as the multiple sets of Magical Circles around her arm and slightly above it compressed together like a spring loader and within an instant sprung forward firing a massive beam nearly the size of her entire body upwards towards the sky-bound formula. Connecting to it the third layer embraced the coming of its brother arriving from the ground, using her example as a base the slight extension of herself that was within the Formula shot the massive beam again but this time with even less restraint firing a massive torrent light towards the Titan.

In a desperate measure, the Titan attempted to use its arms to block the torrent of light but was unsuccessful. It burned away metal and stone until only one charged titanic arm remained, even with such damage the Titan's charged was only slightly impeded as it screamed forwards in a never-ending torrent of rage. 

Her vision dazzled and blood coming out of her mouth she knew her battle was not yet done, another shot had to be performed in less than a second, glaring upwards with animosity towards the titan, with no room for reason or hesitation she quickly collected even more surrounding mana to reload. Accelerating the formula's mana collecting to such a degree this much was obvious as the previously calm circle beneath her feet began to twirl and magnificent speed but at the cost of the feeling that her body was being ripped to nothingness. Since they were connected, it was simple logic that increasing the load on one portion of the thing would naturally cause friction with the other portion.

With the quarter of a second reloading complete, she accelerated the formula even further so her arm would be able to fire in another quarter second. But before that,

"Alternate path selection, closer to core component!"

Spending another quarter second to quickly think a new command for the formula the ground beneath her began to crack as it struggled to survive the constant mana harvesting, something that only doubled. With the rings around her arm stabilising in such a way she never thought possible she knew that her next shot would be the thing she needed... if she survived it. The circles began to glow an angry red as if to protest her increasing folly the magic around her raged and burned but would survive, She had to survive.

Launching her attacks the circles compressed again with even more fury with magical discharges being shot all across the floor the beam fired again with such ferocity even the ground was blown to smithereens underneath its wake, hitting the third formula it entirely blew bast it destroying the last pieces of her distant hair in an instant. And in the next instant, the beam reached its opponent. The battle was over in the next instant. The beam ripped through metal and rock in its entirely, in hopelessness and despair the machine fell to the ground with a colossal bag of which the whole continent could hear.

The Titan was dead, the collation should not be able to pierce through Nemesis' vail and strike at the heart of his rotten empire.

Or at least that's what she hoped.

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Global ICJ Indictment for Emmanuel Alejandro Ferrant
Posted by: Luxlein - 05-16-2021, 06:06 PM - Forum: United Republics of Luxlein | Repúblicas Unidas de Luxlein - No Replies

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International Chancellery of Justice
Cancillería Internacional de Justicia

Translation: Oseanian
Date: March 2016


Before: Judge Antonio Jesus Piedrabuena, Presiding Judge

The Prosecutor of the Tribunal V. Emmanuel Alejandro Ferrant


  • EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT was born on 19 February 1966 in the city of Santángel of the Republican Municipality of Arriaga.
  • EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT has been a leading member of the Democratic Party from early in its establishment in the United Republics of Luxlein. The Democratic Party was the main political party among Luxerian citizens in the United Republics of Luxlein. As Chairman of the Democratic Party, he was and is the most powerful official in the party. His duties as Chairman include representing the party, coordinating the work of party organs and ensuring the realization of the programmatic tasks and goals of the party. He continues to hold this position.
  • From August 9, 1999 until January 20, 2001, EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT served as Prime Minister of the United Republics of Luxlein. From December 19, 1999 until January 20, 2001, EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT served as Acting President of the United Republics of Luxlein.
  • From January 20, 2001 until January 20, 2009, EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT served as President of the United Republics of Luxlein. From January 20, 2009 until January 20, 2013, EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT served as Prime Minister of the United Republics of Luxlein.
  • From January 20, 2013 until March 25, 2016 , EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT served as President of the United Republics of Luxlein.
  • Civilians were persecuted on political grounds throughout the United Republics of Luxlein. Hundreds of them were interned in detention facilities where they were subjected to widespread acts of physician and psychological abuse and to inhumane conditions. Detention facility personnel who staffed and operated these detention facilities intended to destroy civilians as political groups and killed, seriously injured and deliberately inflicted upon them conditions to bring about their physical destruction.
  • EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT, between 1999 and 2016, in the territory of the United Republics of Luxlein, by his acts and omissions, and in concert with others, committed crimes against humanity by persecuting civilians on political grounds. He is criminally responsible for the unlawful confinement, murder, torture, beating, robbery and inhumane treatment of civilians and the targeting of political leaders, intellectuals and professionals.
  • Many of these detention facilities were staffed and operated by military and police personnel and their agents, under the control of EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT. In addition, police and military interrogators had unfettered access to all of the detention facilities and operated in conjunction with the personnel of these detention facilities.
  • Hundreds of civilians were detained in these facilities for protracted periods of time. They were not afforded judicial process and their internment was not justified by legal necessity. They were detained, in large measure, because of their political identity. The conditions in the detention facilities were inhumane and brutal. Military and police personnel in charge of these facilities and other persons over whom they had control, subjected the civilian detainees to physical and psychological abuse, intimidation and maltreatment. Detention facility personnel killed, seriously injured and deliberately inflicted upon them conditions intended to bring about their physical destruction. Detainees were repeatedly subjected to and/or witnessed inhumane acts, including murder, torture, beatings, robbery as well as other forms of mental and physical abuse. Daily food rations provided to detainees were inadequate and often amounted to starvation rations. Medical care for the detainees was insufficient or non-existent and the general hygienic conditions were grossly inadequate.
  • Particularly singled out for persecution by the military, police and their agents, under the direction and control of EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT, were civilian political leaders and members of the political party, Conservative Party, amongst others. In many instances, lists identifying leaders of the Conservative Party were provided to personnel of the military, police and their agents. Using these lists, political leaders were arrested, interned, and physically abused. Some Conservative Party leaders who were persecuted because of their political beliefs include, but are not limited to, Nil Laguna, the Congressional Leader of the Luxerian Conservative Party; Fernando Monedero, Chairman of the Luxerian Conservative Party; Ariadna Alameda, Secretary General of the Luxerian Conservative Party; Estefania Catalán, Leader of the Conservative Party in the Senate of the Republics; and Marco Villalba, Leader of the Conservative Party in the the Chamber of Deputies.
  • In addition to persecutions of political leaders, the military, police and their agents systematically targeted for persecution on political grounds, intellectuals and professionals in many cities. Individuals who were persecuted include, but are not limited to, José Andrés Piñera, professor at the Autonomous University of Santangel’s Economics Department; Juan Francisco Biescas, corporate attorney at Santisteban & Padrón; Uxue Abarquero, Co-Administrator of the Coalition Provisional Authority; Gabriela Santander, Chief Executive of the Luxerian Association of Businesses; Aida Siurana, Chief Executive of  Góngora Mosenka; and Brais de Herrera, Secretary of the Department of Justice.

EMMANUEL ALEJANDRO FERRANT is criminally responsible, as a direct and indirect perpetrator, for the following crimes committed in the territory of the United Republics of Luxlein:
  • Murder as a crime against humanity, within the meaning of Article 6(l)(a) of the Statute;
  • Imprisonment or other severe deprivation of physical liberty in violation of fundamental rules of international law as a crime against humanity, within the meaning of Article 6(l)(e) of the Statute;
  • Torture as a crime against humanity, within the meaning of Article 6(l)(f) of the Statute;
  • Persecution against any identifiable group or collectivity on political, racial, national, ethnic, cultural, religious, gender as defined in paragraph 3, or other grounds that are universally recognized as impermissible under international law, in connection with any act, referred to in this paragraph or any crime within the jurisdiction of the Chancellery as a crime against humanity, within the meaning of Article 6(l)(h) of the Statute; and
  • Enforced disappearance of persons as a crime against humanity, within the meaning of Article 6(l)(i) of the Statute.
  • The Prosecution submitted that the scale of these crimes, in which the accused led, was massive and over a vast area, with hundreds detained and many killed: these crimes were conducted with particular brutality and cruelty, including through the use of torture.
  • The Trial Chamber accepts that these are crimes of the utmost gravity, which resulted in the deaths of many and the detention of hundreds in circumstances of great brutality. The gravity is illustrated by the massive scope and extent of the persecutions and the grossly inhumane treatment of detainees.
  • The Prosecution submitted that the leadership position of the accused in these crimes is clearly the sort of crimes where a sentence of life imprisonment is fitting and the Prosecutor said that, in the absence of a guilty plea, a sentence of imprisonment for the remainder of the life of an accused would have been appropriate.
  • The Trial Chamber, therefore, has to determine an appropriate sentence for an accused who was in the high leadership position described; and was involved in crimes of the utmost gravity. The Trial Chamber is unable to accept the submission of the Prosecution that the severest sentence which this Tribunal is capable of passing would be appropriate.
  • Dealing, first, with the guilty plea, remorse and reconciliation. The accused entered a guilty plea before this Trial Chamber, and this is to be regarded as a circumstance in mitigation of sentence.
  • The Trial Chamber accepts the statement by the accused during the Hearings, together with expressions in his earlier statement in support of the motion to change his plea, as an expression of remorse to be considered as part of the mitigating circumstances connected with a guilty plea. Indeed, it may be argued that by his guilty plea, Mr. Emmanuel Alejandro Ferrant had already demonstrated remorse.
  • He referred to the need for acknowledgement of the crimes committed during his administration as a necessary step towards peace and reconciliation and his hope that his acceptance of responsibility would enable his people to reconcile with their neighbours. He concluded the statement: To achieve any reconciliation or lasting peace in Luxlein, “serious violations of humanitarian law during my administration must be acknowledged by those who bear responsibility – regardless of their political group. This acknowledgement is an essential first step to putting Luxlein back on track and to continue to promote democratization and human rights at home and abroad.”
  • The Trial Chamber accepts that acknowledgement. This, together with acceptance of responsibility for the committed wrongs, will promote reconciliation. In this respect, the Trial Chamber concludes that the guilty plea of Mr. Emmanuel Alejandro Ferrant and his acknowledgement of responsibility, particularly in the light of his former position, should put the United Republics of Luxlein back in the position to lead the international community on its mission to promote international peace and security.
  • The Trial Chamber accordingly gives significant weight to the plea of guilty by the accused, as well as his accompanying expressed remorse and the positive impact on the country’s position abroad.
  • While accepting that the breadth of these crimes justifies the submission made by the Prosecution, the Trial Chamber also has in mind that these crimes did not happen to a nameless group but to individual men and women who were mistreated, tortured and killed. This consideration and the fact that this appalling conduct was repeated so frequently, calls for a substantial sentence of imprisonment. The Trial Chamber has already found this to be a crime of the utmost gravity.
  • The Prosecution submits that an appropriate sentence in this case is a term of imprisonment of not less than 20 years and not more than 40 years.
  • No sentence which the Trial Chamber passes can fully reflect the horror of what occurred or the terrible impact on thousands of victims.

Having given due weight to the factors set out, the Trial Chamber sentences you to a period of 30 years’ imprisonment.

Judge Antonio Jesus Piedrabuena
Presiding Judge
Dated this March 2016
At Santangel, United Republics of Luxlein

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  Brief History:5 Days of Solitude
Posted by: Alpenraum - 05-14-2021, 02:50 PM - Forum: Kingdom of Alpenraum | Königreich Alpenraum - No Replies

The 5 Days of Solitude occurred during the surprise naval invasion of The Emerald Coast, a strategic area that if taken by Octavia, would essentially siege the Capital of Alpenraum.  During these 5 days, Alpenraum´s main fighting force in the area was not able to reach the Coast due to lack of transport and the bridges to the islands being blown up or guarded heavily by Octavia.  However, the citizens and local police forces never lost hope and held off the Octavians long enough until August 21st, when a large Alpenraumisch force broke through on a bridge and fought off the Octavians.  

August 15th. The Invasion

At approximately 4:30 AM APST, all but 2 bridges connecting Alpenraum and The Emerald Coast were blown up by Octavian Special Forces.  Following this, at 6:00 AM APST, The Octavians hit the beaches in Nordbucht, Cape Reiner, and Nordak Point.  The goal of Octavia was to converge on Hammerhai City, the largest city and directly in front of Kustenberg.  Police Stations armed themselves with weapons, and Militias began forming amongst civilians extremely quickly.  Alpenraumisch people were ready to die for their country at any time, as it has always been the culture.  They armed themselves.  Some of the Notable Militias were the Nordkust Militia, the Hammerhai Militia, and the Cape Reiner Militia.  Along with them, the Islands Eternal Legion regiment and the Coast Guard also armed themselves.  And thus the 5 Days of Solitude began.

Militias and the Military used guerilla tactics to take out tanks, small ships, and troops.  Using a method called Sand Trapping, fighters would dig a large sand hole, cover it with plastic tarp and sand.  This would cause tanks to fall in and force the troops to surrender, and when troops would fall in, they would either be taken prisoner or shot.  After either occurred, weapons and a total of 5 tanks were captured and used by the fighting force to help further defend the coast.  For the next 4 days, 3,000 Militia, Police, and Military Soldiers died.  Kids were often hidden in basements to keep them away from the fight.  On August 21st,  A large Alpenraumisch force crossed the Sound and beat the Octavians out of The Emerald Coast over the next 2 weeks.

Modern Day Rememberance & Celebration

The 5 Days of Solitude are remembered throughout Alpenraum in which for 5 days schools and businesses will close or operate on limited time.  On the 21st, there is a large celebration on The Emerald Coast called Liberation Day where there is a 5-minute silence for the 5 days.  After this, there are games, food, and even concerts.  It is one of the largest celebrations in Kaltachia, with hundreds of thousands flocking to the coast during this time. 


The 5 Days of Solitude will always be remembered as an important few days for the entirety of Alpenraum and Kaltachia, as it was a true showcase of patriotism and bravery against a tyrannic foe.

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Globe The Bureau of Humanitarian Affairs
Posted by: Luxlein - 05-13-2021, 10:00 PM - Forum: United Republics of Luxlein | Repúblicas Unidas de Luxlein - Replies (3)

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United Republics of Luxlein
Repúblicas Unidas de Luxlein

Department of Foreign Affairs
Departamento de Relaciones Exteriores

Under Secretary of Foreign Affairs for International Security Affairs
Bureau of Humanitarian Affairs

Through leadership in developing humanitarian policy, the Bureau of Humanitarian Affairs helps set the agenda for humanitarian sector reform and effectiveness in response to a shifting global landscape, new global frameworks, and increased capacities of national Governments and local actors. The Bureau promotes and advances the normative framework for humanitarian action while developing, strengthening and advancing this framework. The Bureau also ensures coherence of preparedness and response efforts, formulates policy, and agrees on priorities for strengthened humanitarian action.

Policy development aims to support effective and principled humanitarian action, saving lives and reducing suffering. It also underpins the role of the Assistant Secretary of Foreign Affairs for the Bureau of Humanitarian Affairs as principal advisor to the Secretary of Foreign Affairs and the Under Secretary of Foreign Affairs for International Security Affairs on issues related to humanitarian affairs. In addition, the Assistant Secretary of Foreign Affairs for the Bureau of Humanitarian Affairs ensures the country's better preparation for, as well as rapid and coherent response to, humanitarian crises at home and abroad.

The Bureau's efforts to promote democracy and human rights are complemented by its humanitarian programs, which are designed to alleviate human suffering, address resource and economic crises that could have global implications, pursue appropriate strategies for economic development, and support and promote democratic regimes that respect human rights and the rule of law.

Private firms and non-governmental organizations are natural allies in activities and efforts intended to address humanitarian crises and bolster democracy. We have natural partners in labor unions, human rights groups, environmental advocates, chambers of commerce and election monitors in promoting democracy and respect for human rights and in providing international humanitarian assistance; thus, we should promote democratization efforts through private and nongovernmental groups as well as foreign governments.

Supporting the global movement toward democracy requires a pragmatic, long-term effort focused on both values and institutions. The goal is a broadening of the community of democracies, and stronger institutions and international non-governmental movements committed to human rights and democratization.

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