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Development post LXXXIV - The Reign of the Just Queen VI – Correction
Two years had already gone by since Gyrdion II was appointed. And also since the twin was born. The time had gone by fast. The care for the twin had claimed much of her attention. And her nephew as her extension on Vadragn had seemed like a given fact. Until recently the cooperation had gone quite well. That was mainly thanks to two old members of the ONH¹ who had advised Gyrdion II and maintained contact with her. However, one of these men had passed away and the other had fallen from grace. Besides, Gyrdion II had also lost his mother, another loyal advisor. Now signs came from Vadragn that Gyrdion II wasn’t behaving as exemplary as before. That was the reason why Jürgen Stålberg, the Høfð Difek, had gone to Vadragn to judge the situation himself and to report to the Queen. And now he was back, that was the reason she was remembered of all this.
She left the twin with the nanny and went to her office. There the slender figure of Stålberg was waiting for her.
“The situation is more serious than I thought at first,” Stålberg started the conversation.
“Really?”
“It is clear the Præfekt² has severe mental problems. He has very different moods. Then he is enthusiastic to change and improve Vadragn and he makes brave and ambitious decisions, the next moment he is depressed about this heavy task on his shoulders and leaves the decisions to his young friends, all bad advisors. And at night when he is in a bad mood, he goes out with those friends, drinking, vandalising and misbehaving all night long.”
“And how has it come so far?” the Queen asked, but she was afraid she knew the answer.
“In the past two years, he had his mother and two senior advisors by his side. That trio was able to contain and guide his energy. Now he is missing those people he is an unguided projectile.”
“And what’s there to do about it? Replacing him would be admitting our mistake to the Vadragnites. That’s a bit too big of a loss of face, I think.”
“I agree,” Stålberg replied before he paused for a moment to think, “He needs good advisors but since he is very close with his friends I don’t think it will work replacing them. Maybe it was good that he married. A young, strong but diplomatic and tactful woman.”
“Hmm,” the Queen thought for a moment, “Maybe that’s the best solution. Some joy and responsibility of married life is probably good for him, if only at least as a distraction. The question then remains who is fit as his spouse?”
“Maybe Inger of Ræbion?”
“A noble family but is she important enough, she’s third in the line of succession of her father. The spoiled brad will probably want somebody more important.” The Queen said doubtful, “Maybe Aste of Mevouryn. She’s a strong woman, rich and of a very old and respected noble house.”
“She’s a good one indeed.”
“Good, can you arrange this? I’ll write a letter of recommendation or rather letter of command to Gyrdion II. You can convince Lord Mevouryn and arrange a wedding. Make sure Gyrdion II stays here for a while for the wedding and such. That way the mess at Vadragn can be fixed in the meantime.”
“It will be arranged. It’s an honour and pleasure to be of your service, Your Majesty.” Stålberg said before he left.
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¹ Ordo Noktua Hyios which means Order of the Sons of the Owl
² Shortened and bastardized form of Maxidominus Præfectus Vadragn, the title of Gyrdion II meaning Grandmaster and Governor of Vadragn

AmPeRsLaNdIa

Ampendiluian Gargesiite (amperslandia)
In restoration and planning XVI: Calm? There is no "calm" here
(7015 FP) - devpost

It has been months and years of Astenniah getting things together, coordinating with various people and groups, as she was still in Sorelia and still having to manage so much. She felt like, both, she had meditated and kept her mind focused singularly on the blot - but also like lashing out, like screaming. She was still spinning and betwixt emotions; it's been like this for, awhile, but raising up when the Quasi-Sisterwar had ended and the blot made their closingstatements.

Astenniah as well as everyone else near her - they felt violated but also not really violated, but...

Still determined.

Like Astenniah's sentiments, she was gathering more ties and accords - making more deals and siccing hunters after "people," as those inhumans needed to be dead and in the snow. She was getting things together with the Syndicate and the Debatehall. The Conservatado-Moderata Gov't was on Astenniahs' shoulders for awhile. She was needing to do her role as Marshal, and she was. She just...

was tired of being Marshal and this constant focus on keeping everything up and from crashing. The blot did not give a damn about art or culture or "society," proof was there not even in the recent conflict but all before that and going back into Amperslandias' time, when the Amperslandish were still around. And it was Alisandrists having to restore or renew everything, create new things but also preserve and protect the old.

So who had betrayed their moral values?

It seems, to Astenniah and everyone else, that the blot betrayed their morals even though simultaneously an inhuman entity like them was bereft of any moral system at all.

It was that Astenniah had sync'd up and was restoring balance, the natural balance of the Rekindling - and the blot, always trying to mess things up. So the blot is the very thing they despise, logically - they are the slurs they've kept throwing at Sednas' people, as they do not care about Creation or sparking Joy. They are literal monsters and demons, frostspawn and liches - and monsters like everything else, need to be hunted down and mercilessly poached -

sent to Oblivion where they'd belonged.

Astie knew she still could trust in her people, all this time they continued to prove themselves to her and to defiantly go against the frosty regime southeastwards. All Farnsie and her environs, was naturally inclined to be against the blot as the blotters kept defying the natural world with their "systems" and "structures," how in the Korg Gap and in Arina they'd acted coarsely and how, a year or so ago, they were trying to consolidate and federalize their sorry excuse of a "nation" up.

There is no such thing; in Ampendilu, that is alien. The blotters think themselves constantly better, those arrogant and holier-than-thou zealots and druids need to perish. They are not human; as said many times, they are defying the universe - that's what makes them "the blot," as the east is a blot on the universe utterly lacking in everything human. They "praise" inhuman ideals and try enslaving, they have no real gov't, they have a "queen" who thought herself a firegoddess - et al.

The blot committed so many crimes against freedom that it is hysterically funny.

And the Combine, for years now, has been planning and plotting revanche. It is with the Sisterwarring, that Sorelia and 'Sven are pushing their resources outwards to the rest of the country and helping other Ampendiluians. For a while, it has been only Ampendiluians leaning on themselves and not any other sisterly nation. For a while, they have been surrounded by stagnant "Countries" and fake countries. They had supported Shi'barak, the Yeritzi and many other causes but had to ouroboros their causes, absorbing them into themselves.

The Combine became loud with her support of Jissika, not even really "hiding" it anymore.

Jissika et al, were far superior than the "monarchies" the orient housed. The Asmendite Archduchy in Farnsie and other means - they were far more superior than all of these fake duchies sprouting about.

So it would be, that the Combine would have interest in her royalty. In her legacy and in her diadem, in things not only inherited from Amperslandia - but in carving their own destiny.

And revanche would be the headstone it is all based around.

Spite is what it's all about.

Ampendilu was indeed different from their ancestor in many ways, yet the blot continued to conflate the two.

And it was Ampendilu who sent assassins out to kill scum who'd badmouthed them, not Amperslandia as they were long-gone before Ampendilu had done anything. They were interrelated yes, but also two separate people.

The blot cannot really say a damn thing, as they keep saying "Amperslandia" but yet they are long-gone. The Amperslandish cannot expand as they are gone. It has been the Ampendiluian people for sometime now, fixing and cleaning up everything. And it'd continue to be Ampasmeria, despite the blot not seeing the differences between Ampendiluian and Pasimerian - conflating them all together nonsensically.

. . .

Astie kept telling Elias that she wouldn't make a slip-up in cutting down the blotters; that it was years of this plan going on and years of people trying to live life and be proactive. It was so much time used but the blot - being the blot, they have no respect or care in the world.

Ampendiluians are just living, breathing - carefree and jovially but the frostspawn, as they despise Joy - the blotters continue trying their noncery. And that was the essence of Astenniahs' goal and plot in revanche, to destroy every f*cking thing the blot had known. To destroy the blot itself. To kill them all, they shouldn't be able to send troops upwards from Tysfarnia into any other part of O'olaria - the Combine would've just stabbed through the blotters mercilessly.

But it was still Astie rebuilding and building the forces, talking about Unity, et al.

The things the Sisterwar was fought over - they were still living and functioning. People lived and died for their values, and still that is the case that many more would die to fight the tyranny of the blotter.

It is still the case in Sorelia and Altisidere and in O'olaria and Üldenengarden that the Farnsites would defend and fight on strongly. It is still the case that Astenniah is seeking revenge.

But like sometime ago, Astenniah was told she had to rest and take care of herself instead of having a one-track mind - Elias had told her friend Astie this constantly and yet Astie the vengeful workaholic she was, had kept on slightly before Elias and a few other galpals of Astenniahs' had to stop her forcibly.

"I told you, Sis - delegate the f*cking plan unto us!" Elias passionately persuaded her friend.

Astenniah had two other friends around her, blocking her from focusing on her plans.

She didn't want to attack her own friends, but yet Astenniah had reached for her dagger as if she was about to stab one of her galpals in the leg - but never really did anything.

It was the mere illusion of, "I don't give a cai'gorah - I'll attack my own compatriots, the plan has to be in practice," that Astie was giving out.

Appearances, and that still was Ampendiluian that they'd cared heavily about appearances.

The appearance of feigning a "surrender," only to turnaround and attack the opponent in the way - the appearance of sloppiness when they had more "order" in their right pinky finger than the "monarchists" had, and so on.

All appearances, all Alisandrism and all the time there in Farnsie.

No matter what though, the war didn't get in the way of the Marshals' plan for she'd already accounted for all of that. People have moved and travelled back and around from O'olaria even before, traps also were sprung there near Tysfarnia - and now,

traps would be reset - or new traps made. The trappers would do what they'd always had done and make more traps for the blotter to fall into. If they were to declare another shootingwar or if the revanche had came first, atleast there'd be more traps around Tysfarnia.

But even there too, accounting was made - as people still would have to sneak into Tysfarnia to assassinate and takedown slaver operations. The entirety of some leaders and folks in Astenniahs' "inner circle," was based around the plan, and Antislavery was a crucial detail of the plan.

And it wasn't just letting go of other Farnsites, but liberating EVERYONE.

Everyone trapped and enchained by the blotter had had to be let go, and that was what was happening all throughout this time anyways - letting go and sneaking in to aid in the antislavery effort.

Ampendiluian Gargesiite (amperslandia)
In restoration and planning XVII: Don't call it a "comeback!"
(7015 FP) - devpost

The Ampasmerians were celebrating the Newyears belatedly, as the blotters had warmongered the Farnsite Populace into the Quasi-Sisterwar which didn't allow them to fully celebrate. They had to celebrate irregardless, not allowing their so-called "enemy" to mock them at all for if the blot had successfully mocked them, they would lose their alisandrist-joy - which Snowlandics couldn't.

At all costs, they had to remain happy - and so, the Newyear was celebrated although it is midway into the year. The thought of celebrating 7015 FP still had counted, no matter what the blotters had done to intervene - getting in the way or trying to get in the way of Farnsite Celebrations.

And even though they were celebrating, they were also rebuilding and restoring:

- Not only to restore things to their former, Amperslandish Glory

but also to

- remake things into the Ampasmerian image,

as the country is not "Amperslandia," but instead she is Ampasmeria.

And, too even though the Ampasmerians were doing things - the Marshal, Astenniah was still scheming and planning. She was still determined with the Syndicate and the other forces; to whip them into shape would be her pride-and-joy, as this land wasn't meant to be tarnished.

This very snow has worth, and so everything in or on it must Shine just like Ampendilu shines; so this land, despite the vainglorious efforts of the cocky blotters, will always Shine indeterminedly of Iyos' plan to demoralize and spread falsehoods on about Farnsites.

. . .

"Some changes had needed to be made," said Astenniah.

"I'd thought we'd been changing all this time." Aslora responded to her friend.

"Generally, yes - but my Sister, I am talking about regarding the forces. I have been working my ass off so that the blot couldn't sit downthere in the flammendamned dubcoin and try to beclown us, saying our army 'isn't as good as it'd used to be,' and this and that..."

Aslora rubbed her face in contemplation and some skepticism of what her friend Astenniah was saying.

"But... Were our lancers and tridentters not good enough?" Aslora questioned.

"They were. They are, Sis. But we simply cannot rest on our laurels or on the ancient efforts of our ancestors." Astenniah stated, smiling at her.

"Were we resting all that time?" Aslora inquired further.

"No. The record shows the Amperslandish were hardworkers. The record of Ampendilu in 7012 and after, is showing the same thing - that people like our mutual-friend Jiafei were hard-at-work." Astenniah explained.

"And even then, I am working to upset these 'slavers' and the other blotters in the south of O'olaria. I have been planning this sh*t for awhile now." Astenniah continued.

"And I agree with Elias, you'd deserved a break." Aslora placed both hands on her hips as she'd stood.

"'Break?' Break what? How? Does evil take a cai'gorah break? Do tyrants re-"

Aslora had interrupted her friend to say this,

"I don't give a flammendamn hwat the tyrant's doing; take a damn break or you'll be a dead woman walking."

The marshal laughed, taking that statement as a partial goof.

"And not just that but I have other things to do as Marshal than to tend simply to the plan. I have to be there to attend ceremonies, as they have me hosting since I am the MC."

"Why don'tcha sign your lettres with that title?" Aslora asked.

"I just do not feel like it. I feel like, I am only really the 'Master of Ceremonies,' when I do things regarding the witches and my own people. I am not the MC when I am out-and-about trying to get tradedeals for this snowland." Astenniah replied.

"I am not the MC when I am trying to get the Shogunate and both Reyeks to respond to us. I am not the MC when I am arguing with nonces from deep in the east."

The marshal added on.

"Maybe the Reyek that'd traded with the Amperslandish had collapsed?" Aslora rubbed her neck in questioning.

"I think. That'd make the most sense. But, I don't think the Vifts or the Prismeans had fell to civilwar and strife." Astenniah continued smiling at her.

"If the Reyek had fell, then shouldn't we send peacekeepers downthere like the Amperslandish had, in Asmendia?" Aslora raised an auburn eyebrow.

"Yes. And yes, the Reyek will be the expansion on our minds as they'd also moved into Sorelian territories. They had moved into our ancestral lands. I wanted to discuss a peaceful way of regaining that land. Same would go with the Prismeans and the Mokrani. I want to talk about how Ampasmeria would reacquire her ancestral lands."

"Ditto. I just don't want us fighting the Mokrani."

"Me either, Sister."

Astenniah had sighed deeply, expelling air from her nostrils heavily.

"And concerning the blot, I wish they were not evil. I wish Shi'barak and our other forces had prevented Iyo from sitting her stank ass on the throne."

"Yeah, I understand."

"I wanted a peaceful way of reacquiring Tysfarnia and other lands from them, but it has to be to where I cannot be pro-Asperati or pro-Uinnslandish, any of that - because the blot is not pro-me. They had written a sh*te 'declaration' calling for my death. And the thing is, that was warmongering. We have reason upon reason to declare war on the blot. They are anathema to Humanity himself."

"And in the east, as my predecessors had always eyed the east - it is not merely liberating them and putting them into free association like with the Yeritzi Yelvrin. It would be, that their northernmost parts would have to be Refarnsized. They had forgotten their customs. They selfhate worser than the Tysfarnians. They, the Wence, and other blotters in that region of the East - they all are selfhating dunces..."

Aslora rubbed her eyes, feeling like dust was in them.

"But, for us to do anything-"

She was interrupted by Astenniah.

"I am on the navy. I am trying to fix them, the Syndicate and other forces so that we can easily retake the hook and other parts that were stolen from us. I am working."

Aslora shook her head, feeling like Astie really oughta take Aslora's advice.

"Just listen to Elias and everyone and recuperate yourself. You need rest. You need sleep. You look like you've fought in a war."

"I have." Astenniah giggled.

"I fought in many wars to save Amperslandia, Ampendilu and every other region and country within Dysembia and around the Rekindling. I fought Iyo many a time. I am in-agreement with you, don't worry. I just can't..."

Astie sighed.

"I know." Aslora gave her a hug, sympathizing with the seemingly-perpetually-tired woman.

"I have gotten things finally going in the Debatehall - atleast over here in Sorelia. I cannot say the same about Svenengarden or Snowlandia and O'olaria. I know that it snowballs over - that the work I do reverberates forwards and downwards into the rest of the world. I know that even if I am just lounging, sitting down doing f*ckall, that the Tysfarnians would feel it. That..."

Astenniah stopped herself, feeling her friend had understood her very well now.

Ampendiluian Gargesiite (amperslandia)
In restoration and planning XVIII: Not wasting the opportunity!
(7015 FP) - devpost

. . .

Sorelia, Ca'am'pendiluag and her surroundingareas

Crowds were protesting, marching, calling on the Marshal and the Debatehall and teasing them - trying to get the politicians to move forwards instead of stagnating behind.

"Move! Move! Move! Move! Move! It is our destiny! Our land is ours! The Horde must prevail!" Several females from different parts of Ampasmeria had chanted.

Staring at the Dunnastar and the green Dervockian banner which both were adopted as Ampendiluian flags - the brighthaired girl sighed, her reddened locks blowing slightly.

It really wasn't all that windy here in this part of Sorelia, just some occasional breezes but none large enough to be considered "windstorms."

Hariseah Sendriasahsdottir held her weapon in hand, protecting the Debatehall nearby but knowing and respecting her peoples' practice in protesting. This was usual and held vast precedent - the noisemaking Ampendiluians had no chance of ceasing that tradition in stirring havok around.

"Yes, my Sisters - the gargesiite is going to move on..." Hariseah nodded in agreement, then turning back towards the entrance of the political building.

It has been, all this time and even before, that the Farnsites were riled up - and it'd never seemed to dwindle.

The anger of Allison wouldn't decline for it was Snowlandics' gift to be like this.

Witches, noticably from Leftile and other O'olarian parts - also stood in the crowd. Hara, as her name was oft-shortened to, feared and respected the Pagani and adjacent peoples. Never did she want to catch the ire of them - but Hara was thinking the blot hadn't the same honor and courtesy. Prior, they had attacked the Pagani peoples - and in the Quasi-Sisterwar were trying to menace the Amperslandish State of Leftile. And not just the Pagani, but most O'olaria - most Amperslandish States inherited by Ampendilu the former-Unitedstates - were having to defend their very birthrights oncemore alas.

All that fighting - and that was a reason for these crowds to be visible, to loudly outcry for Action - because they knew Ampendilu wouldn't lay down her duribass and take heretics soiling her name, slurring her name, mischaracterizing her people, calling them terms they'd never called themselves, et al.

The crimes of the blotters were many.

And Ikumak was the corollary-law punishing them for their olden slights. And all of Sopringaschildren in the Old Law were punishing them - as Unspoken Law is covered and protected by the Old Law, there has been Unspoken and Unwritten Law in Farnsite Culture for ages and no one will break them even if they appear to be absent.

Never really did chaotics care about the law - but this one was Farnsite, and according to the ideology of Farnsism all Farnsite things had to be protected and valued.

Hariseah had moved, running inside of the Debatehall and slinging her battleaxe on her back. She was going to discuss the protesters with the Debatehallers, explaining that while yes they were furious, that this anger wasn't misplaced and all-in-good-usage.

"Oh cai'gorah this all..." Akuma, a debatehaller native to Sorelia had sighed.

"Is the crowd making you shake in your booties, asar?" Akuma jokingly asked Hara.

She laughed at his joke, then staring into his greened eyes.

"In no way am I ascared of a lil' fuss. This virmt is normal, innit?" Hara retorted, still giggling at the politicians' joke.

A'aak (the shortening of "Akuma") smiled at the asar.

"Then, I take it you oughta be a politician - or like the stories I'd heard of people circling the 'Hall trying to get into Ampolitics..." A'aak wisecracked another time.

Hara fell on the floor, frozen in laughter and feeling as if she couldn't stop.

"Makin'you purple, eh?" A'aak looked down at her and outreached his hand.

Hara seemed to have caught her breath.

"Better Ampurple than those scum who'd'nt changed their flag. I remember, maybe'twas I grew-up with Sisters who'd told me, but I know the blotters had the same ugly-joyless flag 'til sometime ago. Now they've got a pretty flag. I didn't think those chucklevirmt had an eye for the Artistic!" She shouted.

"They...don't. That was a fluke." A'aak sighed.

"Cai'gorah...useless...flammendamned-tysfarnian-vermin...and drag'em downta-tha deepest bluffs of Frost!" Hara cursed, instantly angry at the Joyless.

"Suffer... Suffer like you'd trita do Our Ancestors!" She continued, still full of righteous vitriol.

A'aak shook his head.

"So, ya want me to address the crowds?" He asked.

Hara snapped out of her frustration and nodded.

Angakkuk ran down the hall towards the two.

"A'angg'tysa! I'da never thought I'd seeja evah again!" Hara cried out in shock.

A'angg'tysa (Angakkuk, "A'angg'tysa" is somewhat of a second name or nickname deriving from "Angakkuk," "Tyss" or "Tys'sa" or "'Tysa," as seen at the end of "A'angg'tysa" is a title or word meaning roughly "sweet," "prized one," "loved one," or "auntie," though the last one "auntie" meant figuratively and not literally.) laughed, snarling joyfully at her.

"Whaa? Thought because I'm a politician meant we couldn't see eachother evah again?" A'angg'tysa bore her teeth in amusement.

"Blazes no!" Hara screamed, now embracing her dearest Debatehalling-friend.

"But watch this: I was tryna tell A'aak to talkta tha crowd!" Hara still yowled in joy.

"But what does that have a thing to do, with me?" Angakkuk enjoyed Haras' hugging, but now felt confuzzled by all this.

"Friends should always let friends know what they do, no? Were it for us to have a lack-of-communication - we'd be flammendamned to Oblivion just like those c*nts downthere!" Hara smirked now.

"Righty now, hold steady my Sistren - we hearja loud-and-clear! The Debatehall is all ears!" A'aak had stepped outside, talking to the crowds of protestors before him.

"Why'reja piping down the flames?" The crowd yelled in-unison, reddened faces under their paintedfaces from all that previous chanting.

"No.... The pyre is still aflame! We are to progress, my friends! This is no hollow word! And anyone stopping the horde - Death!" A'aak unslung his 'temp, pointing it in the air and shooting it with white smoke flying about afterwards.

The demonstrators clapped and smiled, not feeling threatened atall by the weapon.

"The 'tree' rings unsturdy! We shall kill Iyo!" The feminine voices yelled, unsheathing all their respective weapons and holding them above their heads.

The shout cried by them, was a rallyingcry used by Farnsites before, and doesn't truly mean anything specifically. As the Snowlandic People are not one to fear death and joke often about it, the cry "Death to Iyo!" became as common as any other term or phrase in the country.

15 days ago

Edited

Ampendiluian Gargesiite (amperslandia)
In restoration and planning XIX: Rest up
(7015 FP) - devpost

Adelia was busied, again - her role as doctor had her restless, nursing and tending to everyones' wounds. Astenniah and herself had exchanged words via lettre, with Astie still in Sorelia for the time being. It was that the Marshal was in that part of the gargesiite since the shootingwar, and was still there.

After all that time, the Sorelians had taken her in. No real worry was it, of "being ruled from afar" but Sorelians had a custom of being more close to other Sorelians than all Farnsites though this didn't mean they'd forgotten their heritage; it was just a little quirk of theirs, maybe originating from the fact that there were Amperslandish-Sorelians there and that the current-day Sorelians were descendents of them and the Amperslandish who'd returned and restored the region to Amperslandom oncemore.

Adelia didn't eat or sleep; she didn't have any time - Lolotripians were injured, and some didn't heal as fast as others, and even then it was custom for healers to keep their patients for a while, such as when Astenniah was holed-up with them sometime ago.

Adelia smiled, thinking that no matter what it was, the Lolotripian people and other Ampendiluians were always resilient; were it fending from a possible-attack or healing from a polarbears' mauling luckily - people had overcame their struggles and said struggle was unnatural.

She had marched and ran all about the floors of the building - and with other healers, tending to patients and bandaging wounds with wraps fashioned from animalskins. Adelia, before, was haunted - both by Gheris and by the screams and yells: the commotion all around her in the outskirts of Lolotripiam, and the tristate-area -

though Ampasmerians had defended and overcame, just like they'd always would.

Physical shields were up, but as Astenniah had always said - mental shields weren't, and so there was some trauma and emotionaldamage sustained even though she tried, in her own way, to be joyous and celebratory. But it was slightly difficult as she'd had doctoring to do. She had to continue taking care of the sick and injured, the sore, those with headaches - etc. People with their miscellaneous ailiments, and even some youth who'd accidentally-stabbed themselves whilst sparring and learning the Sword.

Adelia started to become sick herself, but not physically. Just, emotionally or; that she wasn't in good spirits. She felt horrible. She wanted to escape but not for the normal Farnsite desires. She'd wanted Escape because she was a veteran, a healer with much experience and time spent - and she felt her own sanity slip much like Astenniah had told her that Astenniahs' sanity was because of the many issues she'd faced as Marshal of the Unitedstates of Ampendilu.

Yes, Adelia's people overcame things especially recent-ish events -

but Adelia still felt something. Many of the Penetainese and others in or around Asmendia and the region-and-state of Amperslandia, had felt something. Bufrancians felt something. So the peoples of the three Amperslandish-now-Ampendiluian regions (Amperslandia, Asmendia and Bufrancia) had felt odd - but the "regions" or "megaregions" circa the time of the shootingwar - they had felt weird.

It was all subcontinental-Farnsites, but some felt the omnipresent urge of Restorationism and Nostalgism, much like after 7012 FP and after the Amperslandish Ivumerate had reformatted into Ampendilu and the times where the Pasmerians felt unrepresented and so, the politicians let Ampendilu be "Ampasmeria," times such as those were times of Nostalgia and wanting, craving a return to a prior time. The time not just of Amperslandia but of Pendilu and even of Asmendia and O'oaiglu.

People, normally in Dysembia, craved their ancestors. But this wasn't like of yore, how people praised the old instead of aspiring for Change. The ancestralcraving came from being wounded, from being a tired people, and even though Snowlandics fought and were resilient - they were human, hence feelings were present in their hearts.

The Farnsites were already riled-up, but there was still anger. There were many a reason to be Angry and to want ultraviolence. Even though they were alisandrists and had to be Joyful, they still felt hatred and their natural urge to shed the blood of their enemies - and they'd vented and found ways to "cooldown" in their own way.

The mobs, like Astenniah had known, were still pursuing suspected traitors and enemies - they'd died, they were lined up and shot by firingsquads. That was the "tightening of the wound," or "the bleeding" that the Marshal had also referred-to, something she'd known would happen nonetheless after the shootingwar because there was paranoia in the Snowlandic people; it was their immortal zeitgeist. They had seen enemies and blotters everywhere. They had went, fighting in Asties' name for Unity and the upkeep of the Horde but also normal Ampasmerian values.

Adelia had known. She had felt all this. She'd sensed all of this, deep down, and it'd only had saddened her because even though she knew they were drinking and partying - that they were anguishing for various reasons. The revanchism was unrelenting all across the subcontinental lands of Ampendilu, from Pene'tai to lands in O'olaria such as Uu'camdace; people wanted vengeance. They wanted to kill, and even more. Their bloodthirstiness was at an alltime high - atleast the hakadi had known how bloodthirsted the Snowlandics were, but it'd seemed the blotters-and-traitors didn't fathom it. They had treated Farnsites as-if they didn't fight, like they had no merit or skill - which was the total opposite of the Amperslandish Way and the values of the Snowlandics.

The blotters, all along, did not understand Ampendilu or Amperslandia - which is so annoying as to why they keep trying to bring up the Ampendiluians' ancestor in a crazed madness. But this is known that the blot is delirious. They didn't understand Amperslandish would fight or that their descendent the Ampasmerians would fight or that the Ampasmerians' future-descendent - still would fight.

So all the Farnsite Peoples were not passive weaklings as the blot'd think. And the blot had fought Snowlandics many a time - but for some reason still underestimate them; and for it, they shall suffer viciously.

Adelia knew this as much as she'd known how to breathe or tend to the wounded, and anger was in the air for the Farnsites were an angry unrelenting bunch.

Even if they'd have mobs and groups hang and decapitate, it was still a show-of-force of how angry they were. Of how emotional they were. That the blot shouldn't forget that they are playing with Fire and will get burnt - that the Snowlandics will burn them to a crisp and it will please the Snowlandic peoples very much to do so.

They'd fight and they'd kill; the Snowlandics too would conquer just as all their ancestors had done so, before them long ago. And it didn't matter what those "slavers" tried to do, as mobs and groups would tail them and they'd still perish. It didn't really matter how Adelia felt, as she'd still had had a job to do; to doctor.

There'd always be sickly people there in that building, and there'd always be healers patching them up - such was life, c'est la vie - but nonetheless, the things that the blotters had tried to do were futile for the Snow is eternal - Snow always rises on top of what'd it'd fell on.

Post self-deleted by Galotyea.

Development post 1: Rise to power – Jeristitio Sillentiano no 3.
The days flew by, Jeristitio was just busy studying. He most enjoyed the subjects on the history of Galotyea and statecraft. He felt he was more at home in the political world than in the world of commerce where it was mostly about money. Therefore, he decided to delve into Galotyea's current political situation. To get an idea of the views out there, he decided to go to his uncle and have a good conversation with him on these matters.
And so it happened that two days later, around noon, Jeristitio was sitting in an easy chair talking to his uncle.
"So boy, you want to delve into the politics of our country, then?"
"True uncle, I have been following the study for over six months now and I do find that I find the political side of the study most interesting. That's why I thought it would be good to delve into Galotyea's current political situation. Can you tell me more about this? "
"Sure boy, I may not be a political animal, but I am part of it. First, I think it is good that you take note of the fact that all those who sit on the council and board of our country have not forgotten the original founding reasons of our country. Surely you learnt these in your studies?"
"You mean the strict regulations and excess of rules that restricted doing, acting and living freely in the old world?"
"Exactly, those are the most important core values of our country. However, this also creates a tension. How should you deal with instituting laws and regulations when an origin ground of your country is the excess of laws and regulations. How to legitimise this to your citizens. They came to this country for a reason, they were counting on fewer rules and fewer laws and restrictions.
To give you an example, recently we had a big discussion within the council and the board on how to deal with a growing country and a correspondingly more crowded one for its administrators. It so happens that previously, board members spent part of their time running the country but also part of their time making a living. But when meetings have to be held more frequently, there are more disputes and the like, a director's duties also grow. Some members of the board therefore wanted to make being a member of the board paid, others were strongly against this because the government then needs money, which it then has to earn through taxes. This is something everyone is actually against. In the end, a compromise was found on this but it shows what kind of political groups there are in our state. In the future, we will have to think about within which frameworks we want to set rules and laws. at the moment, two board members are also writing a proposal on this.”
"Aha, so there are roughly two sides in the council and in the board. One does want a bit more rules to make the government fulfil its duties, the other wants absolutely no more rules and actually has Galotyea's founding reasons on its side.”
‘True, however, both sides agree that there needs to be a clear framework here that makes it clear within which boundaries rules and laws should come.”

Development post 2: Rise to power – Jeristitio Sillentiano no 4.
So uncle and Jeristitio talked for a while longer. Now some Jeristitio got all interested in politics.
"Uncle, can you tell me how to become a member of the board and council?"
"Yes, you can become a member by election. These take place every six years. To vote, you must be registered as a citizen and be a man. Registering as a citizen does cost a bit, but basically anyone can become one."
"How much does this cost uncle?
"I don't know it off the top of my head, but I thought several thousand Batnas (the currency of Galotyea). "
Jeristitio pondered, this was a lot of money. He could pay for this now, but it seemed better to wait when he finished his studies and earned some more money.
"Uncle, which side of the two factions do you actually belong to?"
"I place myself in the middle, I wholeheartedly agree with Galotyea's founding reasons, however, I am also a member of the board and also notice that we are getting more and more work. It is now the case that of course I already have quite a lot of money and can therefore devote more time to the board, but still it remains difficult sometimes. "
"Mmm, clearly, I also heard during our lessons that we currently have two Isayi's formally. How is this possible?"
"True indeed, at the moment Abah Shulkan and Kaspar Mishankov alternate as second and first Isayi. This is because there were two candidates for Isayi's position and the board did not want envy to arise from a sharp fight for Isayi's position. However, in our country, the Isayis mainly have an outward task. "
"Okay, so the Isayis are chosen by the board?"
"Right, next year there are council elections again, then presumably a large part of the board will step down because they are getting too old. I also suspect a lot of council members will not be eligible for re-election because they find it too time-consuming."
"Do you think I have a chance but to be elected?"
"Hahah, yeah sure you've built quite a reputation already you know! I do think you should ask your professors if it can be combined with your studies."
"Yes I think so too, the other day I had a conversation with the head, he thought I could complete the study within 2-3 years. So then I would have to combine it for another year and a half."
"That is doable yes, think about it carefully though, because I think it will only add more time to it. I can't say anything about it but there are some tough issues on the list to be dealt with by a new council and board.
When Jeristitio walked home an hour later, he had much to ponder. He thought it would be great to be part of the board one day and hopefully even become Isayi. He would delve more into politics in the near future but did find that Galotyea's government was running a bit syrupy. In other countries, you often had a king or emperor, it seemed much more efficient to him! However, that was impossible he thought, the men of Galotyea wanted to be free and an emperor or king costs money and freedom!

Development post 3: Rise to power – Jeristitio Sillentiano no 5.
After this informative education from his uncle, Jeristitio decides to discuss his plans with some close friends. They do know that Jeristitio plans to focus on a political career but until now Jeristitio had always told his friends that he had to make money first if he wanted to go into politics. However, he is beginning to find out more and more that the commercial part of his education is much less appealing to him than the part that deals with political affairs. He has also heard from his uncle that board members can hire staff who actually get salaries. So perhaps combining council membership with this work would be an option. Since he has discussed this further with few people, he thinks it would be a good idea to discuss this with his closest friends. This circle of best friends includes Roberto Hilbemann, Jusef Krümmer, Will Corner and Jan Vos. Most of them are active in business and also have family members or acquaintances who are members of the council.
"Friends, I want to discuss something with you as loyal advisors. As you know I am now following the prestige course at the recently established institute of Galotyea, this pleases me very much but where before I was convinced to go into commerce immediately, I am finding out more and more that the political world suits me a lot more than this commercial world. Now the question is what am I doing right?"
Jusuf immediately answers, "I think it is still wise to make a fair amount of money for a few years and eventually use that to realize your political ambitions. After all, you have to realize that we in Galotyea do not yet have as fully developed a political playing field as other countries purely because of our drive for less regulation."
Will, another friend, nods in agreement: "I think that is indeed wise, if necessary you can always become something like a writer or publicist first. In fact, I seem to notice that there is a need for a thorough magazine or publication discussing economics and politics."
The others begin to laugh, Will has always had the ambition to become a publicist or something solid someday, however, he does not have enough linguistic talent to make this a reality, which is why he is always trying to convince others to do so.
Jeristitio takes the floor again:
"So if I understand correctly, you are not too keen on a possibility of first becoming an employee of a board member, for example, in order to gain political experience and earn money at the same time."
The friends shake no, for they know that these jobs are not highly regarded by most people. Jan Vos takes the floor:
"Indeed, that doesn't seem wise to me, also with a potential participation in elections in the future, you have to pay attention to what kind of reputation you want to leave behind with people. These kinds of professions are certainly not highly regarded!"
Jan is right there Jeristitio thinks, but what should I do with my future. Finish his studies first, of course, but it seems to Jeristitio that he could do a bit more than just study. Should he ask his friends straight out? He decides to:
"Okay, don't any of you have that available for a few months within his trading company to earn some money?"
Roberto replies, "We can still use someone within our company, I will discuss it with my father."
Interrupting studies to work in a company for 1 or 2 months to earn some money is not strange and is even encouraged by the professors, the material can be caught up later.

Development post 4: Rise to power – Jeristitio Sillentiano no 6.
After a few days, word comes that Jeristitio can indeed work for 2 months at Roberto's family's company. The family is active in salt extraction and production. This salt is very important for all trade in Galotyea. Indeed, every ship that travels has to carry goods such as meat that need to last a little longer. The best way to preserve these is through salt. Many vegetables could also be kept from spoiling this way. Because Galotyea was a central place for trade to the new and old world, salt production was also needed. Roberto's family's company pretty much had a monopoly on this salt production by buying up competition and driving up prices. The company was therefore known as Hilbemann. Jeristitio will mainly deal with buying salt from other production sites. In fact, Hilbemann had developed and unusual construction, Roberto's father Qanti explained to him:
"We Hilbemannians immediately saw that there was something missing in salt production, namely the distinction between the sales and production side. In fact, all the small salt producers had no connections at all to sell their salt to the ships. So we decided to buy up the salt at their acceptable prices and then sell it back to the ships. This way, all ships know who to go to for salt and all salt producers know where to dispose of their salt. Occasionally, a snot-nosed man does try to sell salt directly to a skipper but then we obviously put a stop to it!"
"Oh yeah?" asked Jeristitio interestedly, "how does that work?"
"Oh then I send a guy to the salt producer and offer to buy up his entire salt production at a relatively expensive price for the next five years. In addition, I offer the captain a one-off discount to buy the salt he just bought from the brat from us again in future. It's all about maintaining your position of power boy!"
Jeristitio listened in amazement, this was now the practical experience he did not learn in training but found extremely interesting!
Qanti continued talking, "I think I have another one this afternoon, you can join me if you find that intresting!"
"Gladly, I would like to experience this."
Qanti is called away by one of his fellow workers and Roberto goes on to explain how the business works:
"Besides buying up salt, we do have some production sites ourselves because we can offer it cheaper of course, in the future our goal is to eventually do all the production ourselves. At the moment, we can't afford to keep prices so low that all buyers do come to us and our competitors go bankrupt, but in the future that should definitely work out!"
"So if I understand correctly, you are now practically the big player in the salt market?"
"True, in the early days you had a lot more of them but my father managed to work them out handily" Chuckles Roberto.

Development post 5: Rise to power - Jeristitio Sillentiano no. 7
After several visits to what would be producers, Jeristitio does begin to understand how Qanti Hilbemann gets so much power. There is no question of nice negotiations, Qanti almost forces you to agree to his proposal. In the time Jerisitio works here now, he does see who turns the sceptre within the company, it is mainly Qanti. Still, the company could not do without Roberto's restraint and composure, he often manages to calm his father down in heated disagreements and urge him to be reasonable. He very much likes the pay Jeristitio gets, beforehand he was surprised that he would get such a high wage for a month and a half's work, but now that he sees how much prosperity the Hilbemans have he starts to understand more.
After two months, Jeristitio's period at Hilbemann is over, after thanking him warmly and pocketing an invitation to visit again, Jeristito returns to campus.
On campus, he is warmly welcomed by his fellow students, now that they are at the end of their first year, they have developed more of a bond anyway. Two more students had been working last month, so they will have to do some more work on their studies next month.
After a lecture, Jeristitio decides to ask the professor of political science what he thinks about the political situation in Galotyea. He walks to the front of the room and waits patiently for the student in front of him to finish his question.
"Hello professor, I had a question, I have been looking more into the political situation of Galotyea recently and now I was told that there are actually two camps in politics at the moment, one side wants the government to start paying salaries to set up a capable state administration, another side absolutely does not want that. How do you think we can get out of this impasse?"
"True, I have indeed been told that this issue is playing out in politics, as you may also know then, it has to do with the foundation of Galotyea: Freedom and few laws and rules."
Jeristitio nods in agreement, the professor continuing:
"Still, I think it is good to realise that a growing country needs to regulate itself more. Take the economy, there are many issues where small farmers or workers are squeezed out and cannot do anything simply because the judges have no rules to judge by, I think that is a serious issue. This way, Galotyae becomes a republic of the powerful and the rich! I don't think that is the intention either."
"Then do you think the people are treated so much better abroad?"
"You are right about that, I know it is almost impossible to have few rules and still be able to do business freely, yet I think something will have to come along that will remove this discomfort."
"Indeed, my uncle told me that a committee is in the process of examining how to deal with the government's salary issue in the first place, but also looking further at more or less rules"
"That is a good thing, I hope it will have a nice outcome!"

Development post 6: Rise to power - Jeristitio Sillentiano no. 8
After several months, the committee then came up with its proposal. The proposal was explained at the front of the room in the presence of the board and council:
"Dear members of the council and the board, we come to you with the fulfilment of our task. In recent months, we have been thinking about a suitable solution to the problem. To this end, I will first discuss the problem and then present our proposal.
First, the problem. As most of us know, the problem arose around whether or not board members should be paid salaries. According to the proponents, this was necessary because the work of the board started demanding more and more work. However, opponents argued that this ignored Galotyea's founding basis. To this end, a compromise was reached by setting up a fund in the name of the board members that only paid out employees of the board members. This brings us straight to the nature of the problem, namely: the conflict between the founding principle and the practical present time in which good governance is simply necessary.
To solve this problem, we looked at which frameworks could be defined. On the one hand, a framework is a clear excess of rules, on the other hand there is a shortage of rules. So there needs to be a test against which to determine whether or not rules are too much and whether or not they go beyond the foundation of Galotyea. Fortunately, we have a body in Galotyea that could assess this, namely the judges. They can use a hilt or an act of principle to judge whether the law or rules can be adopted. This would then require a primary act of principle to be drafted that lays down all the current deeds and agreements and, in addition, an act on the establishment of government as an institution. For this act on the establishment of government, we recommend the following 5 articles:
1. In principle, all work performed for the government as an institution is voluntary, except the work of board members and its employees.
2. The work of board members is paid, the salary paid will be determined according to the amount of time a board member spends on his government tasks.
3. Any board member can hire employees, only the first 15 employees will be paid by the government. Each employee who fulfils his tasks in addition will be paid by the boar member himself.
4. The board members should agree among themselves which employees can support the council during its meetings.
5. The institution of board member and Isayi is an empowered office.
This was our proposal o council, o board, may it be honoured!"
Those present let out a thunderous applause through the hall. Jeristitio is also present in the hall and is amazed at the inginniousness of the idea. All that needs to be done is to draft a act of principle and a hilt for the government. He will immediately ask his uncle if he can help me draft the act of principle and its hilt:
"Uncle! If the council or board is still looking for people to help draft the act of principle; I am available!"
"Nice boy, I'll keep you in the back of my mind!"

Development post 7: Rise to power - Jeristitio Sillentiano no. 9
Thanks to his uncle's insistence and recommendations, Jeristitio did indeed get on the committee to draft the act of principle and hilt. They met in the council hall, this because the group consisted of almost 20 people. Besides the members of the board and recommendation committee, six more people from all walks of life participated. Among them was the professor from whom Jeristitio had taught, Simon Gijsbert Swick. Chairing the meeting was board member Oliver Thomson. He opened the meeting:
"Dear committee members, we have an important task on our shoulders, the drafting of a act of principle. I think we should start by deciding which articles should at least be in this act of principle. First of all, I so think we can already lay down Article 1 with something along the lines of:
"Government is lawful only for the protection of its citizens, its duty is by no means to restrain the life of the citizen by its regulatory power.
Are we in agreement on that?"
Most of those present nodded only Simon Gijsbert Swick had a comment:
"Is it wise to focus on what the government alone is allowed to do? Wouldn't it be better to focus on what the government is allowed to do?"
"That's a good comment, maybe that would be better indeed, did you have a proposal in mind?"
"I was thinking then of something like: The government protects its citizens, industry and law. To this end, the government has the right and let what it thinks is right."
"Do people have any comments on that, we can of course change everything later or adjust things so it's not fixed yet though."
So the committee went to work and drafted the act of principle. Needless to say, the work was not completed in a few days; the committee spent over two months working on it every day.
After a careful process, it was finally presented to the council. The council agreed and passed the act. Now that this was laid down, it could be determined that the board members would be paid. This would take effect retroactively from next year. This meant that most board members decided to hire staff in advance. This job was not currently seen as an honourable one, but by attaching a high salary to this task, the board hoped to change this. To ensure that the government brought in enough money to pay the salaries, it was decided to design an income system. This too was laid down by the same committee that had also designed the act of principle. At its first meeting, it identified the main points of focus:
"It is important to remember that we don't want a tax that affects citizens or businesses we have to raise enough money in a refined way so. I myself was thinking of introducing a construction toll or a transit toll. Of course, this would relieve our own traders. This probably won't bring in enough money, so I suggest we set up a number of state-owned companies that earn money for the state. Also, we can ask existing companies to carry the designation of 'State Company' for an annual fee on their part."

Development post 8: Rise to power - Jeristitio Sillentiano no. 10
However, this statecraft was established in a different way that the way the act of principle was designed. Thus, it was not worked on full time but committee members decided to look for ingenious ways in which the state could make money during their daily work. One committee member Tonn Waludé came up with the following proposal:
"In my daily work as a farmer, I still see now that it is very easy to expand our agricultural land. This is, of course, a good thing and it should also not be the case that this is done at a high price in the future. However, what comes with this is also the construction of new roads, at the moment this is mostly done by different contractors using different methods making it look very different. What if we set up a state-owned company that has an exclusive right to build the roads, the construction can then be done partly under the supervision of the army."
This proposal was greeted with enthusiasm by the other members of the committee. However, it was suggested that there should be a limit on the number of state-owned enterprises, as this takes work off the hands of other companies.
So another proposal put forward was the use of tolls and berthing fees for foreign ships. This proposal was also included in the draft.
The third proposal was to conduct an expedition that would look for a special and rare commodity that could then be sold for a substantial sum. This disguised expedition was, of course, actually a military expedition against, among others, the opponents of Galotyea's allies.
Since Jeristitio naturally also had his studies, he was not present at all the meetings. Nevertheless, his efforts were appreciated by the other committee members. Indeed, he constantly fought for the importance of not introducing too much regulatory power. For instance, he argued the following:
"Of immeasurable importance here is to keep in mind that there is no way we can introduce a tax over the heads of our people. Indeed, we all know that this tyranny is the main founding reason for Galotyea besides the many laws and regulations."
Jeristitio's studies were going well meanwhile he had completed his second year. Next year, he would be able to complete his studies. In fact, he followed a special route where he received extra lessons from different projects on his studies on an accelerated route.
At the course was his best friend Jorge Campilitiano, this boy actually had the same background as Jeristitio's family. On the contrary, Jorge was much more interested in the commercial side and already worked a lot in the trading company. Jeristitio discussed a lot with this friend about the layout that was discussed in the committee. Jorge's biggest criticism was that for the ideal development of the state there was no escaping the imposition of taxes. Unless the government started developing like a big business. This, according to Jorge, had as many disadvantages as levying taxes. After all, levying taxes takes wealth away from normal citizens; so does a big state-owned company.

Development post 9: Rise to power - Jeristitio Sillentiano no. 11
Jeristitio has discussed a lot recently and considers it time for himself to take stock of what he will do with his future. First, he should serve two years in his uncle's company, though at a good salary. Meanwhile, he wanted to run for a seat on the council and to build on his future, a good marriage was needed. For this too, the necessary lines had to be drawn. The main thing he now had to think about was how he wanted to shape his career after working in his uncle's company for two years. He realised all too well that on the one hand, trading did not have his heart, however, to be a respected man in Galotyea you had to have proven yourself in this sector. Perhaps that was why it was wise anyway to marry a woman who came from a respected trading family. He would discuss this with his uncle soon.
After thinking about what was sensible for a few weeks, he decided that after the two years in his uncle's company, he would still work somewhere else and not take a government job, for example. Now it was a matter of finding a suitable marriage partner. He would visit his uncle tonight to discuss these matters.
So it happened that Jeristitio walked into his uncle's house in the evening and explained his reason for coming:
"Uncle, as you know I am now close to graduation, I am now 25 years old and in need of marriage. Not only as a person but also to establish my reputation. Next year and the year after, I will be working in your company as agreed. After that, I want to keep myself busy in commerce for a few more years after which I want to step up to board member. How long this will be I don't know, but either way for my reputation I need a suitable suitor. Do you know any suitable candidates?"
"So boy, that is indeed an important matter, I think I do know a young lady. What kind of family did you have in mind?"
"Preferably a respected trading family."
"Obviously, do you know Hannah van Borghe?"
"That's Frederick van Borghe's daughter?"
"No, from his brother Johann"
"Oh Johann, is that the blonde young lady?"
"Yes that one indeed, I heard from Johann the other day that they were still looking for a suitable suitor for that girl. With some recommendations from me, that should be arrangeable!"
"That seems like an entirely suitable family, not too rich but widely respected in our country."
"Indeed, would you like me to express my interest or would you rather do that yourself?"
"Now, if you would address my availability in the next few days, I will visit Johann in a week's time."
"That seems like a good plan, I'll arrange it!"
Uncle Vincenzo did indeed arrange for Jeristitio to visit, he had told Johan about the various expeditions Jeristitio had led at a relatively young age and how he was now close to graduating from university. This had certainly impressed Johann; it was widely known in Galotyea that you didn't just get admitted to this university!

The Commonwealth of Nyasdo

Development post 10: Rise to power – Jeristitio Sillentiano no. 12
And so it happens that 1 week later, Jeristitio is visiting the father of his intended husband. Johann had invited Jeristitio to drop by.
"Welcome Jeristitio, I have heard good stories full of praise about you from your uncle!"
"Danku, yes my uncle is indeed good at bragging about me." Jeristitio chuckles.
"Haha, that won't be too bad, I know you've already filled many honourable positions I your life so I believed your uncle immediately. Let's go into the sitting room to discuss some business."
The men walk to the sitting room. Johann pours a glass of wine for his guest and offers it.
"So, so you study at the prestigious Pecienta Universitari? Did you know that the head of the school is a good friend of mine?"
"Right, I am indeed studying at the Pecienta Universitari. Oh, I didn't know that."
"He never told you about our adventures?" Johann grinned.
'Hahah, I like it very much though. At the end of this year I hope to finish my education and then I will work in my uncle's company for two years. After that, I hope to get a job somewhere else."
"Aha, I heard you also led two expeditions a few years ago when you were just 20?"
"True yes, in one I ended up by chance, but in the second I was indeed asked for."
"Then you must have a lot going for you young man. But we both know you don't come here to make small talk. In fact, I heard from your uncle that you were looking for a husband."
"That's right Mr Van Borghe, I am now of the age by now that I need a marriage. Also in view of my ambitions. As a businessman, you will know that most respected businessmen have a spouse."
"Indeed, I understand that. As you may have heard from your uncle, I have another daughter who is also of age, Hannah is her name. She is a most delightful child and I think you two will fit well together."
"I heard that indeed, I would be honoured to get to know her sir."
"That's convenient then, because I would certainly appreciate your as a son-in-law too. I can call her for you if you like?"
Such a quick acquaintance was somewhat unusual in Galotyea's highest circles, but Jeristitio had no qualms about it. On the contrary, it seemed to him very nice to be able to meet his future spouse already.
"Of course, it would be my honour to meet your daughter," he said.
Johann gestured to a servant and told him to go get Hannah. While Johann and Jeristitio continued talking about all sorts of things, after a few minutes a dazzling beauty walked in. Jeristitio was surprised, he knew it was a handsome lady, but this beauty he could not have imagined.
"Ah, there you are, Jeristitio this is my daughter Hannah, Hannah this is Jeristitio Sillentiano."
Jeristito kissed Hannah's hand and introduced himself:
"Jeristitio, pleasant."
"Hannah, sir"
Hannah and Jeristitio took their seats and got acquainted. And so on this evening, not only was the foundation laid for a socially successful marriage. Real love also germinated between the two young people.

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In restoration and planning XX: Trouble in Pene'tai
(7015 FP) - devpost

The Ampsmergi Syndicate, thanks to Marshal Astenniah, had been healing and expanding - but also in plans to help her and the other Ampendiluian forces in revanche against the blot, but they were not totally the only syndicate or network in Ampendilu - in Pene'tai, there were the Dia'karra who operated out of Goutang mostly but started to expand into other parts of Pene'tai and even some areas in Asmendia. The Dia'karra were an Penetainese offshoot or offspring of Ampspergi, technically still in the Syndicate and covered by Ampsmergi members but also acting on their own accords in Snowlandia.

The Ampendiluian Gov't had kept requesting and bankrolling bounty-hunters, as it's been in their interest still to heavily use assassins and hunters against foes and threats in their way. Not just to assassinate monarchs with headhunters, but to headhunt slavers and arrange all sorts of chaos. Assassins were a weapon the Gov't wanted to continue to make usage of, just like their ancestors before them had - so it'd be that in 7016 and years after, that the government would contract hunters to do what they'd needed.

Hunters, marauders, crooks et al were folded into the Ampsmergi Syndicate even recently - but before Ampendilu, Amperslandia and Asmendia, before the Ampsmergi Syndicate had gotten this far - the marauders and other folk were all around Pendilu and O'oaiglu. Amperslandish had made usage of and supported marauders, though their descendent the Ampasmerians - the Ampasmerians had just used the forces they'd already had had instead of making newer groups and supporting new revolts and rebellions. If there were revolutions et al - it'd just be preexisting ones. If there were plots and plans, it was plans held by the Debatehall prior that were inherited by the Marshal who'd implement them one way or another into her own goals.

Astenniah was just having assassins in her retinue, even if she didn't employ them out on a hit to kill anyone yet - which, she was once bitten; twice shy on, remembering the many times assassins were sent on the blotters and somehow they didn't achieve their goals in assassination. Astenniah had been there; done that. She'd went through the motions, let-out all her frustrations regarding the highcommand and assassins - and was trying to not retread ancient ground, instead making good on her words to succeed and win where the blot had kept blundering - Astie will succeed over the blot; her eyes have been preying upon the downfall of orientalists, and it still is the goal!

Astie, now, was trying to not really depend so much on the Syndicate as she already had been wary of kleptocracy. The country has had a rich history of dealing with criminals and thieves, but the country itself shouldn't be ran by them. Only, really, the gov't used the Syndicate and her other forces as limbs of Ampendilu in the same way the blot had used the Unfaithful to commit crimes in the name of Dunna - which wasn't really all about "Dunna," it was about their own ego. If it'd been about Dunna, the Unfaithful would've joined up with Ampasmeria against those who'd betrayed their maternal-goddess - but, it didn't happen.

The country didn't need those zealots. Astenniah had wanted to employ religious crusaders, but was thinking of using her own someday. The witchcovens were not truly "religious crusaders," and as everyone knew in Farnsie - the Unfaithful were the massive crusading bunch, only that they just used Dunna as a ploy to wantonly commit acts of brutality against victims.

They had tried striking at Yeritz and O'olarian parts of Ampendilu - but people still had fought and guarded against the blotters' proxies; that's just what the Unfaithful were, just another proxy of the blot to be used and then discarded when their worth runs out. It is the same with the separatists who think they're fighting for freedom, or whatever - but are really just hench for inhuman scum. Years prior, it too was the same for Adasataria - but those separatists were extinguished; that's why there is no "Adasataria" anymore except in record or even "Beneparia," for those revolutionaries were folded into Amperslandia then inherited by Ampendilu.

And there, the Ampendiluians had other things to do than to use groups and proxies all day. Most of this recent time, they hadn't. The blot, however, used many a peoplegroup as their proxies - too foolish and cowardlike to not want to do their own work, and they'd accused the Ampasmerians of using their composite people the Yeritzi as a proxy - when the Yeritzi have been reunited and folded into Ampendilu. Those olden peoplegroups have been one mass now, though some try holding onto their identities which is why there is still some mention of them. For a time now, it's just been Ampasmeria - with that the Ampasmerians had made peace and united many a time; many a union had been formed, and even in the quest to form a new union the Ampasmerian Gov't had learned some things.

So, it's not really about "unions," but about being in-touch with oneself. The Ampasmerians still yearn for belonging and kinship, yes - but that is not their identity. Wanderlust and all those other things are not Ampasmeria - they are things related to her, but they do not define her.

Selexica isn't defined by all of that, even despite the protestations of the blot and other evildoers upon this landscape.

All of that, including Dia'karra - had shown that Farnsites still had custom of adoption and invitation instead of exiling peoples - so there still was that notion, and it'd still survive even with inhumans undermining it.

The Empire of Niakami

13 days ago

Expansion Post

Kopaʻahe

Through the fog I only had the sounds of battle to inform me as to when to commit the reserves under my command. The, Discouraging shouts coming from the mist told me that either our forces were buckling, or more likely the enemy.

It was time for me to send in the elite forces to smash through the enemy lines. I ordered an advance.

Through the fog we marched forward, I marched at the head of our column in the front. As the sounds of the battle got closer, my shoes began to lose grip. Blood soaked moss, just as I had predicte, offered little purchase for fighting soldiers. More reason for us to not charge into battle. Shapes through the fog Informed us we were nearing the battle, and to my suprise the first humans coming out of the fog of war bore a banner of our clan. It seemed as our whole center was collapsing as I lead the elites in to plug the gap left by the fleeing troops, who rallied in behind my men. The pursuing enemy troops were caught by surprise. I took a Throwing Knife and Stuck it in the neck of some riding horseman who toppled and fell. His horse falling on his leg pinning his body as he bled out on the moss. After killing him mercifully I examined his armor, I paused when I saw he had a lock of hair he had in his belt, I knew Samurai only took the locks of other samurai. As I stopped to take a lock of his hair signifying my victory, the emotion of the moment hit me like cannon's recoil. swarms of men passed me as they advanced into the fray of battle. Bowmen fired as they advanced felling enemy forces with great speed. I grabbed a Bowman, knowing it to be my brother Kapeheliʻami. I turned to tell him something,but no words came out, and so I let him continue into the fray. I took both locks of hair and placed them in my belt before proceeding further into the Cold Chaos of battle.

I had not been in such a fight in many years. At the bridge, it was always at the bridge. My father's one goal in life was getting across the bridge which he spent nearly there decades trying to do, fighting dozens of battles and losing, battles in which I was conscripted into, and was achieved by Niputuʻapo in less than two weeks, with merely one duel, and a battle on the other side.

It was at that bridge where I would “Die” unable to cope with my father's obsession at the cost of so many of my brethren.

And now at the bridge of death, that passion for power had claimed yet another of my dear brethren. Could I commit to a life of Continuing to try to grow our Power to become Shogun? Or should We use our now great might to become something more.

For as the fog cleared up on the battlefield in the early afternoon, strewn with Broken Banners and fallen bodies,the moss turned red from soaking up the blood of the slain, a field Only fit for the god of death. Only our banners remained intact.

The second clan to fall.

AmPeRsLaNdIa

12 days ago

Ampendiluian Gargesiite (amperslandia)
In restoration and planning XXI: The Farnsites are not easing-up!
(7015 FP) - devpost

Mostly in the area of Snowlandia, the mobs and groups - even after their previous work, were still "applying pressure unto the bleeding" aka purging - and even then, there were alot of victims caught in the fray; it wasn't really that the Farnsites were attacking enemies in paranoia - but that they were aggravated and letting-out their aggravation unto others in the name of the mob and restoring things to normal -

and this has been happening for sometime, as this has been in-further displays of their aggression and hatred, that the Farnsite People will not merely sitdown and let the blot or any other evil just act recklessly especially throughout Farnsite Territories - if the mob can grab someone and kill them, or punch them then they would; just to let-out their anger and show that they were not "just playing around,"

and really - the mob had never "just played around," the horde never "just played around" and let some cai'gorah boss them around internally or externally. Very much so, Chaos was "the law of the land," and the people didn't let some "country" plant spies in Farnsite areas for they were always vigilant of possible enemies.

This was the case with Syd'nai'ie, as the girl was chased all through the snowbanks and bluffs of the ancient lands - it didn't matter where exactly for there always were mobs; Syd'nai'ie had to always look over her shoulder.

In exasperation, she whispered something under her breath to the effect of,

"Wow.... I know people are trying to keep their Way - but do I have to be caught-up in the middle of it all?"

as she'd facepalmed, she was backed into a corner and was lying low against the side of the snowhill, outside.

She looked down, taking out her sword and facing the music that was the Dysembian Mob - with ice in her veins as she wasn't scared atall to face them.

Really, parts and pieces of herself internally, were trying to agitate them - the Snowlandic parts of her that craved a good fight, were not one to be silenced. All the way through, she had parts of herself wishing to fight and lash out on someone.

The mob, with all their various weapons looked at eachother then at Syd'nai'ie, trying to intimidate her with sheer numbers but it didn't work. Naturally the asar wasn't playing the numbers game, numbers didn't matter to her - there could've been a whole army of blotters nearby and the asar would've still stepped up fearlessly.

The ones in the crowds of the mob had noticed this, now feeling like they should backdown - that their target was ravenous and just a tiger waiting to pounce on them.

Syd'nai'ie waved and wagged her blade, egging them on, and her feet dancing - to also push or "tell" them to go ahead and fight, to stop acting cowardly and if they wanted to fight then, they should just go on ahead.

Some had ran off; others rushed Syd'nai'ie, playing her for a fool but the asar knew how to handle herself. She'd been training most of her life, and for moments like this. Still unafraid, she slashed and thrusted her blade, slicing into their arms and sides with animalistic yet balanced vigor.

It was, she wanted to fight yes - but she wasn't a fool, she still had the insight to be careful and watch out. Her selfpreservation instincts had worked perfectly, just she still was a fighter. She was still engaging, cutting them down and mercilessly cutting the half of the intimidators that weren't listening and cutting their losses.

She, even after killing them, was in overkill - still slashing at their corpses, still like a tigress taunting their food, still enjoying the whole experience - up until she was tired. The asar sheathed her blade and squatted, catching her breath now.

She was thinking, that they themselves were careless - that they didn't just listen to their gut instincts and run off like the rest of the crowd; they were essentially nonverbally asking her, giving her permission to slay them - and that was what'd happened.

But Syd'nai'ie was crying now, in sympathy for them. She knew why she'd done what she had, but still felt pity and solidarity for them. Like everyone else, she was human and so - cried. Like her Farnsites in the Sorority that was the Combine, she would also cry and reciprocate the same natural emotions as them - because she felt too.

"They didn't have to... they just didn't have to..." She repeated, gravely anguished and Sisterly looking out for them even though they were already dead.

She'd still felt like, there could've been a peaceful option. But also understanding they were as much Farnsite as her, and that her people the Farnsites didn't back down.

The Sultanate of Medilah

12 days ago

Scales and Rulers
Development Effort Post

Everyone wanted to wear the Sultan’s turban and sit on the Imperial Throne – until they actually had to rule. Jinal had spent the better part of his life managing the sultanate while Sultan Jale indulged in her idle distractions. He could scarcely remember the day when he had no need to read a thick folder of reports first thing in the morning. This day proved to be no exception. The folder was on his dining table before even coffee.

Administration of a colossus such as Medilah was never a task for one person, two at the very least had to carry it out. Alas, Jinal traded his free time and wisdom for power. Now, here he sat, ignoring his entire family as he perused the document before him, reading between the lines of pointless legalese. The bureaucrats and nobles liked obfuscating everything.

When he realized that the hidden meanings were not hidden at all, Jinal thought something was wrong. Had they sent him a first draft instead of the final copy? Upon closer inspection, the document revealed itself to be a missive from the Academy of Medila. Theirs was a trivial issue: the deans wanted more money to fund more departments or something to that effect. Jinal snorted quietly to himself, which still drew surprised looks from his family, and put the sheet of paper aside. The rich smell of coffee distracted him from the imperial affairs.

Finally. After a sip, Jinal felt like a capable person once more, as opposed to a browbeaten dog.

“Jinal, don’t you think it’s time for you to retire?” his wife, bless her heart, asked.

“Absolutely not, Remzi,” he shook his head and looked at the Academy document once more. “Do you know how ridiculous the entire system has gotten after Jale’s death?”

“Sultan Jale’s death, dear,” Remzi gave him a pointed look. Jinal nodded and corrected himself. He appreciated Remzi’s reminders. Without her, he would have developed a habit of badmouthing the late sultan quite a while ago. “And no, you haven’t told me much.”

“Madness, stupidity, and sheer pettiness…” Jinal sighed. “I thought I would be able to hold it together for a while, but everyone is fighting for the throne.”

“What, even the scribes?” Remzi smiled.

Jinal scoffed and hid his smile behind the cup of coffee in his hand.

“No, they are fighting for whoever they support, the little cretins,” he responded. “Those damned Kamir and Mehmed. It’s all their handiwork, no doubt.”

Bey Kamir Odabasi belonged to the cadet branch of the Imperial family, the one settled in Yäcdücä during Sultan Mehmed’s reign. Kamir possessed immense wealth, both from spice trade and the shipyards his family owned. Most of the western nobility supported him. They had the money to throw around and give extravagant bribes to paralyze any department under the Imperial Diwan.

The less said about their trade networks, the better.

Bey Mehmed Odabasi, however, was an even more dangerous snake. Kamir lived in Yäcdücä, at a great remove from the capital, at least. Mehmed lived in the capital and remained the director of the Bank of Medila. The sheer amount of power his word commanded gave Jinal a headache. Even worse, he had to meet with the damn schemer on a regular basis, and his lackeys felt themselves at home in the imperial bureaucracy.

“Oh, what about… What was her name? That Bey of Dedücä…” Remzi trailed off.

Jinal shook his head. After all those years, she still hated Bey Mädare for having the audacity to flirt with Jinal once.

“Her influence stretches no further than the Akdeniz,” he leaned back and sighed. “Her bark is worse than her bite.”

“Honestly, why don't you just appoint someone?” Remiz shook her head.

“The law-”

“That's not what I mean, and you know it, dear,” his wife gave him a pointed look and took a bite of her salad.

“The Mäklis is split,” Jinal took another sip of coffee. “No matter who I choose, the Mäklis will be split, and I’ll lose half of my Diwan pashas.”

“It hasn't stopped you before,” his wife pointed out.

Jinal looked at her and tried to convey his frustration. Alas, as a patron of many artists and artisans, as well as orphanages, Remiz Üguder had absolute immunity to unsubtle hints, imploring expressions, and other such means of purusation.

“The Sultanate functions because we still have a working government,” Jinal sighed. “And because the Mäklis can pass the budget without the cpurts’ approval. If the Mäklis becomes split, there's no saying how it will end. The entire executive might end up without salaries!”

Of course, the current predicament was hardly any better. Jinal was mortal, especially if he maintained his present workload. The issue of inheritance would likewise remain as long as no one addressed it. Jinal’s refusal to deal with it would only make everything worse when the problems come to the fore.

Despite his reservations, however, Jinal could hardly bring himself to personally dash the entire imperial government, a system he helped create. Decades of his work hung in the balance — all because a single fool girl refused to marry or designate an heir.

Jinal sighed. If he saw the next Sultan crowned, he would bully them into siring or bearing an heir as soon as they had the turban on their head.

“It's all a moot point anyway,” Jinal sagged in his chair. “It looks like I’m meeting this damned snake again.”

“Mehmed?” Remiz smiled.

“Who else,” Jinal drew a fortifying breath and downed the last of his coffee.

The Academy wanted more funds, and Jinal had every intention of granting their request. At the current juncture, the academics were the sole unaffiliated party. He could be sure they would keep the Trilivas out of the race for the throne.

“Good luck, dear,” Remiz clasped his hand but briefly.

Jinal smiled despite himself. Though their marriage was an arranged one, they loved each other since teenagehood. The wrinkles on his wife's face detracted nothing from her charming beauty.

“Thank you, I shall need it,” Jinal pecked Remiz on the cheek like the flirty boy he left behind over forty years ago.

“Oh go, you hellion,” she slapped him on the wrist, a spark of mischief lighting up her gaze.

***

The Grand Vizier's office had several chambers, and Jinal opted to meet with Mehmed in the so-dubbed ‘balcony room’. It featured a number of arches that led to the balcony, and only the thin curtains separated the chamber from the street below. He avoided it most of the time because the noise always distracted him from the paperwork.

It seemed ideal for a meeting with Mehmed. The man’s oily tongue would drown out the street ambiance, and the two irritants canceled each other out.

Besides that, Mehmed’s paperwork was always perfect. It meant nothing when everyone fought for the throne, but the books remained spotless all the same.

“Let’s get to the point,” Jinal said in lieu of a greeting when Mehmed walked into the chamber. “We’re both busy men, and I’m sure you have enough on your plate without my requests.”

That he had the power to shut up a royal and tell him to sit was a testament to Jinal’s high standing. Everyone knew that despite his decree, he had the means to crown the new Sultan.

“Yes, of course, Jinal-cä,” Mehmed nodded and sat on the sofa opposite Jinal. “You said you wanted to finance the Academy…”

“I want their funding increased,” Jinal replied, pushing away his own document. He could drop the pleasantries, but even he would never get away with outright dismissal of a royal. “The Diwan will approve of this measure shortly.”

“Are they aware of their generosity, Jinal-cä?” Mehmed asked.

“They're not,” Jinal replied. “Not that it matters. Diwan is not the Mäklis.”

The Imperial Diwan served at the Grand Vizier's pleasure. While some debate always persisted, the final decision was Jinal’s.

“Of course,” Mehmed agreed. “Shall we finance the entirety of their expansive initiative?”

“Yes,” Jinal nodded. “I want you to appoint someone to oversee their expenditures as well. With this kind of money, it's the sensible thing to do.”

“Oh yes, I’ve made all the preparations already,” Mehmed said.

A stack of papers was laid on Jinal’s desk. He needed but a glance to assess them.

“I also wanted to speak with you regarding the throne, Jinal-cä,” Mehmed spoke after a moment of silence.

Jinal looked up.

“I have every intention of taking the throne for myself. I am Sultan Jale's closest living relative, barring my brother.”

And Jähap had no interest in ruling. That man had already made a career in the navy. Alas, even combined, they could hardly squash their opponents who would surely cooperate to survive.

“Your point being?” Jinal asked.

“If you support me… I could marry Bey Mädare,” Mehmed responded, taking Jinal by surprise.

“She is twenty years your senior, Mehmed-cä,” he said.

“Irrelevant, she can still bear an heir,” Mehmed shrugged.

“If you say so,” Jinal hummed.

“So, Jinal-cä… Will you support the throne,” Mehmed smiled.

Jinal sighed. “Such is the duty of the Grand Vizier.”

11 days ago

Ampendiluian Gargesiite (amperslandia)
In restoration and planning XXII: To address some things...
(7015 FP) - devpost

Astenniah sighed a sigh of boredom, already had been thinking about tending to the plan - but her friends were not allowing her to micromanage it anymore, as they were looking out for her and saying she'd needed a break from all of that overprocessing; but, nonetheless the woman still had to comment. She still had to address the Altisiderians - specifically the Mokrani as word was getting out through Ca'am'pendiluag about what the Mokrans were doing or trying to do.

Astenniah had facepalmed;

"It'd seem this 'stock' nonsense implanted its way unto the Mokrani... and I'da thought they were smarter than that than to repeat nonsense from the blot..."

Alcord looked towards her direction, musing on it and replying.

"But perhaps they have their own ideas? The 'stock' thing may be a case wherein they use the same word but possess a different meaning on it?" He asked in-reply to the Marshal.

Astenniah stared at the man, feeling some bits of anger. She hated the blot, obviously, but even now it'd seemed their noncery was still spreading. Already the do-nothing Hakadi made themselves just another finger of the blots' metaphorical hand; et tu the Mokrani?

Astie was annoyed. She was thinking that they should be purged, that there is a reason and means of "correcting" this before it'd worsened. Sorelia was already geographically close to Mokranshi, there wasn't like if the blotters were trying to intervene in far-off lands. And also, the Ampendiluians and Mokrani have indeed had contact before - this shouldn't be odd.

What was odd, was the madness of the blot seemingly spreading further.

And as Astie had been busied for sometime, she couldn't exactly send message to the Mokrani and inquire. It just had to be her guessing what this all had meant.

"The Syndicate and other forces at hand, they have been talking to me about expanding further - I think if anything, the Syndicate should be the ones doing something about the Mokrani. I, myself, have been trying to get a meeting with them but they hadn't answered their f*cking lettres. This is worrisome,"

Astenniah told Alcord.

"And I can see why." Alcord nodded understanding her.

"The plan hasn't been in my hands as our mutual-friends are wanting me to rest my mind - but nonetheless, I am still going to address this detail atonce." Astie told Alcord.

Alcord nodded again, with his hands moving down and on his blade. If he'd have to kill someone for his friend the Marshal, he would. He didn't have any reservations about it. And, anyways - friends are supposed to help eachother.

He knew that she was implying he should aid her with the Syndicate in Sorelia. And he'd nodded, understanding fully his duty.

Alcord himself, if he could do anything to stumble the blot - he would. If he could do anything to help his good friend Astenniah - he would; there were no qualms about it from his end.

"It has been past-time we unsheathe our blades and settle all that unfinished business. If the Mokrani didn't want me talking to them in Oincheltgazar - then... I think they should've told me instead of hiding that from me. Atleast be blunt and say 'well, we don't want to tie new relations unto previous relations,' or something. But anyways - as we always do: we're going to ruin them. We're going to cause an upset then. It's that, we have interest in Altisidere. We have interest in doing things with the Mokrani and Sandquoi albeit the Mokrani did not let us in on it normally; they'd let the rumor get-out before anything else. But, as us Snowlandics are privy-to-gossip, we know aswell that we are going to intervene and do something. If the Mokrani want help - we'd help; that's the Sisterly thing to do. But atleast inform us of when you backstab us before you do so. Before you start collaborating with the blot, atleast give us a warning.

But the Hakadi hadn't either. And we'd already had suspected something wrong with them anyways; they don't do virmt. The Darlandish, either.

When a people are silent, it's obvious they are planning something. And this was the case with the blot - they were silent because they were scheming more evil tricks."

Astenniah stated, somewhat bothered by the news of the Mokranis' doings.

"You've always had those plans of breaking away and helping your people venture off. You've always been planning an upset regarding the blotters. So if anything, this is adding onto your precedent of the plan." Alcord said.

Astenniah had smiled.

"Spot on. But I wish they'd realize we haven't been doing virmt-all all this time; that I'd been having something up my sleeve all this time. The blotters are cunning but I can be cunning myself aswell." She kept smiling as he'd acknowledged and gave her validation.

"This has been plans in the work. And they still think they can get one on us? Pathetic."

Astenniah stomped her foot, displaying some anger but obviously it was a show. That was calculated anger; the woman herself was careful to not seem emotionally-stable for sometime now.

"I've tried niceness. But apparently everyone in Politics is inhuman. This only verifies my point that we cannot be polite and hospitable to drags such as the blot. We try niceness like the Prismeans - but the ne'er-do-wells get over on us thinking Farnsites to be weaklings. But where Umitoji is, I don't know how anyone else didn't treat them despicably as they do us. We are hospitable just as the Prismeans are - but yet we get tortured and mocked relentlessly."

Astenniah added onto her previous thoughts.