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I’ve been gone for quite awhile may someone bring me up to speed on the inquisitional hearing and what has happened

Zalkland

You can unsupress posts. This will be done after the trial is over, do not worry.

Hail the Confederation!

Hellslayer, Cape canavral, Tertania, Feuraxia, and 5 othersNew England INC, VlaRiSsiA, Russian states of eurasia, Holy imperia, and Soverna

In the absence of any substantive evidence offered by the accused after prosecutors have made multiple invitations to do so, this trial will soon be concluded.

Hail the Confederation!

Imperial Offices
Confederation of Corrupt Dictators

Mayakava, Hellslayer, Cape canavral, Tertania, and 15 othersZicona, Feuraxia, New England INC, VlaRiSsiA, The Yeetusa, Panthera Order, Russian states of eurasia, Hms nhs, Daulmark, Zalkland, Eternal iron, Bobertican union, Holy imperia, Soverna, and Lacontone

Post by Vartovia suppressed by a moderator.

Post by Zalkland suppressed by Hms nhs.

Vartovia wrote:to be frank, your region seems like a regular cesspool of weird people taking games such as NS too seriously. funnily enough, I've yet to find a region that doesn't do this. either way, I'm probably going to depart (along with my alt) if you don't exile me yourself for speaking out against your idiocy lmao

And, says the person who used a Flag Designer to make their own flag.
What a noob.
And, to be frank, you're the one that is a cesspool of n00bs who use a Flag Designer!
Exile yourself because not only your roasted, but you just humiliated yourself on NationStates!
Bah-bye!
Hail the Confederation!

Post by Russian states of eurasia suppressed by Hms nhs.

Russian states of eurasia

Vartovia wrote:to be frank, your region seems like a regular cesspool of weird people taking games such as NS too seriously. funnily enough, I've yet to find a region that doesn't do this. either way, I'm probably going to depart (along with my alt) if you don't exile me yourself for speaking out against your idiocy lmao

Wait, who are you again? I have genuinely, never seen you before.

Now how exactly did you get that conclusion, since I didn't see you in the Discord server where most of our OOC discussions takes place.

Actually, this reminds me of what the feeders do. They accuse us of being Nazis and fascist, yet they don't join our server to prove such a thing, they only make that conclusion due to what they see here and the past.

So, perhaps before calling us idiots, which in itself is an immature thing to do, make a solid conclusion based off of facts and research.

Hail the Confederation

Mayakava, Hellslayer, Cape canavral, Feuraxia, and 5 othersVlaRiSsiA, Troois Sul, Zalkland, Complete and utter freedom, and Holy imperia

Post by Zalkland suppressed by Hms nhs.

Zalkland

Russian states of eurasia wrote:Wait, who are you again? I have genuinely, never seen you before.

Now how exactly did you get that conclusion, since I didn't see you in the Discord server where most of our OOC discussions takes place.

Actually, this reminds me of what the feeders do. They accuse us of being Nazis and fascist, yet they don't join our server to prove such a thing, they only make that conclusion due to what they see here and the past.

So, perhaps before calling us idiots, which in itself is an immature thing to do, make a solid conclusion based off of facts and research.

Hail the Confederation

Very true.

Hail the confederation!

Pegasus Team

Holy land of germania

Objective: [defense secret]

The destruction of the railway lines had allowed a destabilization of the traffic and the transport of resources in the country. The rebels had been accused and there was no mention of Pegasus' troops. Tonight, Pegasus troops attacked barracks in the capital and plastered rebel posters around town. The Germanic authorities accuse the rebels and prepare a large-scale operation to put an end to them.

End of transmission

Hail the Confederation

Hellslayer, Cape canavral, Feuraxia, New England INC, and 4 othersVlaRiSsiA, Russian states of eurasia, Zalkland, and Holy imperia

INQUISITIONAL HEARING #36030421 (cont'd)

The Union of West Heisen

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The Imperial Council has convened and determined the outcome of this Inquisitional Hearing. Due to the absence of the Mouth and Will, owing to the tribulations of The depackyan government in-exile, the Shadow Cult itself shall chair this adjournment.

  • West Heisen:

    • On the count of cooperating, as a spy, with the Azure Watester Federation, the Imperial Council finds you GUILTY;

    • On the count of attempting to provide classified information to the Confederation's enemies, the Imperial Council finds you GUILTY;

    • On the count of communicating with known rebels and enemies of the Confederation, the Imperial Council finds you GUILTY; and

    • On the count of engaging in the aforementioned activities without the consent of the Shadow Emperor or His Imperial Council, the Imperial Council finds you GUILTY.

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Consequently:

The Union of West Heisen is, however, permitted to remain within the Confederation.

What the Shadow Emperor giveth, the Shadow Emperor may taketh away. West Heisen's betrayal is particularly saddening, and that the nation never once defended itself during this trial is further proof of guilt. The Shadow Emperor and the Imperial Council trusted West Heisen, and note with bitter disappointment that the nation was pivotal in elevating the Imperial Senate to its success today. It would seem that West Heisen never valued its relationship with those authorities, nor indeed its responsibilities or relationships within the Confederation.

A convicted felon, and having squandered the last of any reputation it once had, The Union of West Heisen will now only live on as a footnote in Confederation history. The war against West Heisen will continue, and the Imperial Council encourages the Despot of the Confederation to bring about a speedy resolution to the conflict.

Inquisitional Hearing #36030421 is ADJOURNED.

Hail the Confederation!

Adalberto Fabian
Central Imperial Direktorate
The Shadow Cult of Jocospor

on behalf of

HSM Augustín I
Confederation of Corrupt Dictators

ShrewLlamaLand, MineLegotia and Equestria, Aeioux, Cape canavral, and 16 othersTertania, Zicona, Feuraxia, Kinegiener, New England INC, VlaRiSsiA, The Yeetusa, Medici Empire, Panthera Order, Russian states of eurasia, Hms nhs, Daulmark, The Very Dark Place, Complete and utter freedom, Bobertican union, and Holy imperia

War.

It changes, it adapts, but it ultimately only destroys. But she had a duty to fulfil, and she would do it time and again.

Gloria Fortis Miles
"Adversor Et Admorsus"



The Keisarinna Palatsi, Imperial State of Brandenborg
Imperial City of Berlun, The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau



The woman was having yet another bad day, and the larger amount of these as opposed to the diminishing amount of good days was not doing her sanity any good, let alone those around her.

Still, four days ago had been the day that she had officially announced her Fiancé as both King Karl XII of Sweden and as her lawfully, soon-to-be-wedded husband. Naturally, the general population was celebrating the first actual Royal Wedding in decades, and the Swedes were especially ecstatic that they were once again ruled by a link to the Royal Family of Sweden, something that they had been pining for decades to attain. There was naturally some grumbling amongst the other minorities within the Queendom, all but the radicals were more than content with their current standing, something that she was more than content with.


It was rather nerve wracking really, the carefully laid plans over all these years that had resulted from the collapse of her mothers Empire to the rebirth of her own, all coming to fruition now, in this final hour. The Wedding, the final unification of all the great houses of both the Queendom and its minorities, it was finally complete. The Marriage was not arranged, but one could easily mistake to have been, given the nearly outlandish amount of coincidences that just so happened to have conspired together.


First was the simple thing - he was of the house of Palatinate-Vasa, and that made him descended from the Swedish Monarchy which had been absolved centuries before. Second was high very high popularity amongst the people in the Swedish half of the Queendom, and a show of public unity was most certainly in high demand given the whole situation. Thirdly was his standing within Loreau's highest echelons. He belonged to the Sjaford house through his mother, and as a result, their marriage united the two invisible halves of the Queendom under one.


Still, she thought as she swirled her glass of sima with that slightly casual motion one could only accomplish after a drink, it was a match made for both love and politics.


Her fingers went to the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes for a moment whilst staring at the harsh light of the tablet in her hands, eventually sighing and placing the glasses, which were currently resting on the table next to her, onto her face and blinking her eyes into focus. Her eyes no longer straining in the harsh blue light of the screen, she finally read the message she had been sent to approve - it was a final draft of the Fifth Proscription she had sent away to be edited before release, and her finger paused over the one thing she had doubts about in it.


War.


Specifically her Queendom's involvement in it. Sure, it had been the plan from the start to engage in this war, but actually being the one to say 'Go", to metaphorically pull the trigger on a conflict that would inevitably end both innocent live, and the lives of the soldiers whom she felt a profound sense of sisterhood with. It was a daunting prospect for a girl not even edging on her third decade of life.


Existential questions aside, the woman glanced around the room with the sort of aimless gaze that was customary of people attempting vainly to ignore a problem that had reared its head, and one that there was no easy escape from. In the end, the traitorous room offered no distractions other than stunning view of the city of Berlun. Over the baroque architecture, there was the distinct shape of the Brandenborg gate that stood proudly amidst the Berlun skyline, and the view in the darkness was absolutely stunning.


Perhaps it was the thoughts of the brave men of Prussia that inspired her, perhaps it was her thoughts of the great men who had once sat in her place and planned war, or taken their breaks from war to think about the victories and defeats they had sustained, or perhaps it was her thoughts of the Great man named Frederick who had once stared at this same view and joined his men in war. Regardless of the true answer, she gave her Royal assent and prepared herself to be signing all too many letters to mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives for her taste. But if those brave soldiers could face death for her? She could face their families.

Read dispatch

The Fifth Proscription is Issued.

The Berlun Conference is called - Loyalists are to attend if they so please.



The Winter Palace, Helsinki, Regna Loreau.


Nations of the Confederation,

The trial of West Heisen has officially concluded with the guilty verdict, and I for one support the Supreme Council's decision, albeit that I did admittedly wish for a harsher punishment to be levied upon the traitorous nation. However, as many know, the war does not stop for an Inquisitional Hearing, and so the Fifth Proscription has been issued. Henceforth;

All Nations collaborating with The Union of West Heisen are offered one final chance to capitulate to the Loyalist forces, or face complete annihilation. The terms have been listed before.

The nation of Medici Empire is offered one final chance to accept peacekeeping occupation until the Government is stabilised or it will be occupied and given the same treatment as other nations who resist, which is the following;

By decree of the Despot of the Confederation, Regina Imperitina Viktoriya IX of The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau, a conference is to be held in the Imperial city of Berlun to discuss the matter of the subsequent Occupation and Partitioning of defeated Traditionalist nations who continue to resist beyond this point, and the period of deradicalisation and pacification of their populace through peaceful means. This occupation will be aimed at rebuilding the nations in question to the point that they are able to function alone and as contributing members of the Confederation.

Furthermore, leaders of these nations are to be tried for war crimes and their actions against The Shadow Cult of Jocospor and the Confederation Community as a whole. This is further aimed at the deradicalisation of the people in territories occupied.

This is your final warning.

Another thing of note - as of 2030 hours Anova Standard Time, The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau is officially in a state of war with the nations of the Traditionalist cause.

Thou shalt know true fear.

Regina Imperatina Viktoriya IX
The Royal Family of Montgommery
The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau


Hail to the Confederation


Read dispatch

Thou Shalt Know Fear
Hail to the Confederation

Jocospor, Cape canavral, Feuraxia, New England INC, and 6 othersVlaRiSsiA, The Yeetusa, Russian states of eurasia, Daulmark, Complete and utter freedom, and Holy imperia

Regna Loreau wrote:War.

It changes, it adapts, but it ultimately only destroys. But she had a duty to fulfil, and she would do it time and again.

Gloria Fortis Miles
"Adversor Et Admorsus"



The Keisarinna Palatsi, Imperial State of Brandenborg
Imperial City of Berlun, The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau



The woman was having yet another bad day, and the larger amount of these as opposed to the diminishing amount of good days was not doing her sanity any good, let alone those around her.

Still, four days ago had been the day that she had officially announced her Fiancé as both King Karl XII of Sweden and as her lawfully, soon-to-be-wedded husband. Naturally, the general population was celebrating the first actual Royal Wedding in decades, and the Swedes were especially ecstatic that they were once again ruled by a link to the Royal Family of Sweden, something that they had been pining for decades to attain. There was naturally some grumbling amongst the other minorities within the Queendom, all but the radicals were more than content with their current standing, something that she was more than content with.


It was rather nerve wracking really, the carefully laid plans over all these years that had resulted from the collapse of her mothers Empire to the rebirth of her own, all coming to fruition now, in this final hour. The Wedding, the final unification of all the great houses of both the Queendom and its minorities, it was finally complete. The Marriage was not arranged, but one could easily mistake to have been, given the nearly outlandish amount of coincidences that just so happened to have conspired together.


First was the simple thing - he was of the house of Palatinate-Vasa, and that made him descended from the Swedish Monarchy which had been absolved centuries before. Second was high very high popularity amongst the people in the Swedish half of the Queendom, and a show of public unity was most certainly in high demand given the whole situation. Thirdly was his standing within Loreau's highest echelons. He belonged to the Sjaford house through his mother, and as a result, their marriage united the two invisible halves of the Queendom under one.


Still, she thought as she swirled her glass of sima with that slightly casual motion one could only accomplish after a drink, it was a match made for both love and politics.


Her fingers went to the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes for a moment whilst staring at the harsh light of the tablet in her hands, eventually sighing and placing the glasses, which were currently resting on the table next to her, onto her face and blinking her eyes into focus. Her eyes no longer straining in the harsh blue light of the screen, she finally read the message she had been sent to approve - it was a final draft of the Fifth Proscription she had sent away to be edited before release, and her finger paused over the one thing she had doubts about in it.


War.


Specifically her Queendom's involvement in it. Sure, it had been the plan from the start to engage in this war, but actually being the one to say 'Go", to metaphorically pull the trigger on a conflict that would inevitably end both innocent live, and the lives of the soldiers whom she felt a profound sense of sisterhood with. It was a daunting prospect for a girl not even edging on her third decade of life.


Existential questions aside, the woman glanced around the room with the sort of aimless gaze that was customary of people attempting vainly to ignore a problem that had reared its head, and one that there was no easy escape from. In the end, the traitorous room offered no distractions other than stunning view of the city of Berlun. Over the baroque architecture, there was the distinct shape of the Brandenborg gate that stood proudly amidst the Berlun skyline, and the view in the darkness was absolutely stunning.


Perhaps it was the thoughts of the brave men of Prussia that inspired her, perhaps it was her thoughts of the great men who had once sat in her place and planned war, or taken their breaks from war to think about the victories and defeats they had sustained, or perhaps it was her thoughts of the Great man named Frederick who had once stared at this same view and joined his men in war. Regardless of the true answer, she gave her Royal assent and prepared herself to be signing all too many letters to mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives for her taste. But if those brave soldiers could face death for her? She could face their families.

Read dispatch

The Fifth Proscription is Issued.

The Berlun Conference is called - Loyalists are to attend if they so please.



The Winter Palace, Helsinki, Regna Loreau.


Nations of the Confederation,

The trial of West Heisen has officially concluded with the guilty verdict, and I for one support the Supreme Council's decision, albeit that I did admittedly wish for a harsher punishment to be levied upon the traitorous nation. However, as many know, the war does not stop for an Inquisitional Hearing, and so the Fifth Proscription has been issued. Henceforth;

All Nations collaborating with The Union of West Heisen are offered one final chance to capitulate to the Loyalist forces, or face complete annihilation. The terms have been listed before.

The nation of Medici Empire is offered one final chance to accept peacekeeping occupation until the Government is stabilised or it will be occupied and given the same treatment as other nations who resist, which is the following;

By decree of the Despot of the Confederation, Regina Imperitina Viktoriya IX of The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau, a conference is to be held in the Imperial city of Berlun to discuss the matter of the subsequent Occupation and Partitioning of defeated Traditionalist nations who continue to resist beyond this point, and the period of deradicalisation and pacification of their populace through peaceful means. This occupation will be aimed at rebuilding the nations in question to the point that they are able to function alone and as contributing members of the Confederation.

Furthermore, leaders of these nations are to be tried for war crimes and their actions against The Shadow Cult of Jocospor and the Confederation Community as a whole. This is further aimed at the deradicalisation of the people in territories occupied.

This is your final warning.

Another thing of note - as of 2030 hours Anova Standard Time, The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau is officially in a state of war with the nations of the Traditionalist cause.

Thou shalt know true fear.

Regina Imperatina Viktoriya IX
The Royal Family of Montgommery
The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau


Hail to the Confederation


Read dispatch

Thou Shalt Know Fear
Hail to the Confederation

To the Confederation, and The Respected Officials In The Imperial Council,

The Socialist State of Brension, along with its government and armed forces, hereby surrender to the hands of the Loyalists. Communism, and the sacred idea of socialism is important, but our people, and our people's well being, is of the greatest importance. All Brensionian troops will be withdrawn from the capitol of West Heisen and the rest of the nations territory.

The nation of Brension would like to apologize for its mistaken actions, any repercussions will be accepted. Myself, and my nation, recommends that all other nations against Jocospor and the Imperial Council to stand down. This war is not in our favor, and, as I now understand, is not in our best interests. Thank you, I wish you all well.

Formal Regards,
Bяezhиev Kallaway

Jocospor, Tertania, Feuraxia, New England INC, and 5 othersVlaRiSsiA, Russian states of eurasia, The Very Dark Place, Bobertican union, and Holy imperia

MINYAŁĆA ČVERÏ
Presented By Alyosha Solkava

Our Leader Comrade Novikov has announced to the Ⅵth Party Congress the completion of the second six-year-plan, four months ahead of schedule.
The Dbrioły State Shipping Company has been put to a temporary halt due to a level 4 international threat warning caused by the confederation war.
The first story however is the formal removal of ex-allied nation West Heisen from the Democratic Union, along with Veers’ position on the Presidium Council. His flag was lowered from the headquarters in Levastok this morning, following the official closure of the Heisenian embassy. The Workers’ Party have claimed it will only decrease outsourced trade, which can be diverted in greater numbers to current allies, leaving no economic casualty.
The Confederation trial of West Heisen was found with a guilty verdict, but they will not be forcibly removed from the region.

Work Hard For The Benefit Of Our Glorious Nation, Comrades!
Work Twice As Hard Tomorrow Than You Did Today!

♪ national anthem instrumental ♪
Hail the confederation

Hellslayer, Tertania, Feuraxia, VlaRiSsiA, and 3 othersThe Very Dark Place, Complete and utter freedom, and Holy imperia

Cape canavral

Senator Basset has been keeping a close eye on current events while he recovered. His doctors had begun to get his legs back into working order, and he's found himself able to move his toes again, but he's a far shot from being able to fully walk, at least yet. He couldn't get Senator Mulligan out of his mind, and he knew that he couldn't really back down from a duel. He could only imagine the headlines. "Great-Great Grandson of Legendary Gunfighter Samuel Basset backs down from duel" would probably be one of those headlines. The amount of humiliation he would face would be overwhelming. Seeing Mulligan now always made his blood boil. Yet he still wondered just what would happen. Would his death be quick, and painless, or slow and brutal? He was unsure. He had been in the hospital for over 7 weeks up to this point, and his recovery had been exceptionally well. But would this really matter if he could potentially be dead within two weeks? In the middle of these thoughts, a doctor walked in.

"Mr. Basset, we're going to be going over muscle training for your legs. While it hasn't exactly been too long, I assume that you being in a bed for so long has probably made it very difficult for you to walk."

He nodded, sliding his legs off of the bed and sitting himself onto a wheelchair that was near his hospital bed. The doctor began wheeling him off toward another facility within the hospital, specifically designed to help with re-learning use of limbs or muscle training after traumatic injuries. He had to admit, it would be nice to finally be able to start walking again. The doors opened, and there were two railings placed within arms reach of one-another. He wheeled himself over, before turning to the doctor.

"Now then, Leon, I'm sure you already know what to do here, so just be sure to take everything very slowly and carefully. This will be your first time walking in almost two months, so take caution." The doctor says, staring down at some papers. Leon was certain they were his medical records.

"Yes, I am aware. Well, let's get this over with." Leon said as he grabbed the railings.

Leon slowly pulled himself up, his arms shaking as he pulled almost all of his body weight onto them. Slowly, he put one leg onto the ground, and he got shivers, the cold wood sending a shock through his legs. His legs felt strange, almost like they had been asleep. His leg shook, before his slowly placed the other foot against the wood. He held himself up, as firmly as possible, though his legs trembled thanks to the weight suddenly being placed on them again. He slowly inched forward, trying to bring his legs forward as much as possible. However, he was only able to make it about a foot and half away before his legs gave out. A doctor ran over, catching him before he could damage his legs further. He was promptly brought back to his wheelchair while the other doctor took notes.

"Well, you certainly did better than expected, Leon. However, you still are clearly struggling. We'll probably need a few more weeks doing this for you to regain your muscle memory. Though, given it's only been under two months since you developed your injuries, your muscle memory should come back quickly. Though I doubt your legs won't reach the state they were before you sustained your injuries for another couple months, you'll probably be able to walk out of here within another month or so, but this is just a rough estimate."

"Hm. I see. Well, thank you, sir. I'm assuming we'll continue this again tomorrow, same time?" Leon said, his arms crossed.

"Precisely. Try not to use your legs too much until then, Leon. Now then, another doctor will escort you to your room. Have a good rest of your morning."

Leon nodded, before wheeling himself back to the room, accompanied by a doctor. Him being here, incapable of doing much. However, his mind still sat on the upcoming duel that would be here soon. He had a feeling that there was an even chance he could die, and if he did, he would likely very quickly get cast away by society for the slander thrown onto him by Mulligan. He couldn't stand to let his legacy be burned to ashes like this. He had to win this. For himself.

Glory to the Emperor!

Hail the Confederation!

This is basically a filler post, I have a ton more stuff to post on when the time comes, so apologies if this is poorly written.

Hellslayer, Tertania, Feuraxia, New England INC, and 4 othersVlaRiSsiA, The Yeetusa, Russian states of eurasia, and Holy imperia

Zalkland

こんにちは! これはザルクランドニュースです!

Our leader, Dzvalo Tirasna, has ordered all the Zalklandian troops in nation West Heisen to go back to Zalkland.

The Socialist Workers Embassy of Zalkland (SWEZ) has removed ALL embassies of West Heisen in Karavarakan.
The Confederation Inquisition Trial of West Heisen is found in a guilty verdict, but is not being banned or forcibly removed from the CCD.

And, recently, there was 4.1 magnitude earthquake east to our nation.
The damage is still unknown.

One nation, one state and one hail Zalkland!

Hail the Confederation!

Jocospor, Hellslayer, Fetra, Tertania, and 6 othersFeuraxia, New England INC, VlaRiSsiA, Hms nhs, Complete and utter freedom, and Bobertican union

Bobertican union

I’ve just joined back after quite a few months, can someone get me up to speed on the war?

Hail the confederation!

Hellslayer, Fetra, Zicona, Feuraxia, and 4 othersVlaRiSsiA, Hms nhs, Zalkland, and Complete and utter freedom

Complete and utter freedom

Bobertican union wrote:I’ve just joined back after quite a few months, can someone get me up to speed on the war?

Hail the confederation!

Heisen was a traitor, working with AWF. The Emporer has dissolved the senate. You should read the proscriptions. There's a conference coming up, and at this point, loyalists are pretty much bound to win.

All the world under one roof.

Hail the Confederation!

Hellslayer, Fetra, Cape canavral, Feuraxia, and 5 othersVlaRiSsiA, Russian states of eurasia, Hms nhs, Zalkland, and Holy imperia

To the Confederation,

Regarding the current Security Council Resolution at vote: Commend Kelssek.

The Commission to the World Assembly advises voting AGAINST this proposal.

- - - - -

Additionally, the Imperial Council placed an endorsement embargo against West Heisen as a result of Inqusitional Hearing #36030421.

Their nation currently has 55 endorsements, which is 55 too many. All nations are instructed to immediately unendorse.

Hail the Confederation!

Lady of Loathing

Jocospor, Hellslayer, Fetra, Feuraxia, and 8 othersNew England INC, VlaRiSsiA, The Yeetusa, Panthera Order, Russian states of eurasia, Hms nhs, Complete and utter freedom, and Holy imperia

Jocospor wrote:snip

We are perplexed at this sentence; it is an outcome unlike any other Inquisitional Hearing we have thus far witnessed. Why levy such total restrictions against a nation and yet not eject it from the region? As we have been effectively banned from the Confederation already, West Heisen shall save the Council the effort and move itself out. It was a good time we spent in this region; perhaps we shall spend more yet another day, under another name. Until then, we bid the good people of the CCD farewell.

To any region member who wishes to communicate with us, feel free to do so. We certainly won't inform the Shadow Tyrant.

Hail the Confederation!
Long Live the Revolution!

"In light of the recent events, and due to the resolution of the conflict,
The brotherland is reopening its border
"

Brother Nikolai Dmitry Solokov
Brother of the nation

Hail the confederation

Hellslayer, Fetra, Feuraxia, VlaRiSsiA, and 6 othersRussian states of eurasia, Hms nhs, Daulmark, Zalkland, Bobertican union, and Holy imperia



En Passant
Or Pone starts shipping characters.






FOB Chechnya, Somewhere in Jocospor
13:06 JCT - 12/5/2389 ALB




"We hitting Crestellion?" The question said, Lt. General Mandra looked up from her papers to look up at Forward, who was nursing a flask of what was probably regulation violating alcohol. The sounds of gunfire - particularly big gunfire, otherwise known as artillery fire - could be heard in the background as the two were hunkered down in their foxhole of a FOB. Having a FOB in a designated bunch of vehicles usually was a bad idea in the MineLegoEquestrians’ experience, so digging a foxhole and calling it a FOB and surround it with a dozen of the same tended to be their go-to way to building FOBs.

"Negative, we're shelling them for now," She responded, yawning and leaning back a bit. She was still dressed like any soldier would apart from the headgear which was a general's hat. MineLegoEquestrian Paranoia meant she was regulated to keep wearing the heavy armour in the possibility the worst-case scenario happened, which was to say was low, but not low enough to warrant complete disregard for her safety.

"Our advance has stalled as the air force is slowly pushing the Traditionalists out," Mandra stated, flicking a datapad at Forward. "So we're digging in several kilometres from Crestellion and firing several batteries at them. No doubt there'll be a decent amount of civilian casualties. Let's hope the ethics committee doesn't get us for it, it is a warzone after all."

"So what're our plans then for now? Sweep southwards up against the mountains or dig in here?" Forward asked, picking up the aforementioned datapad and swiping through some of the files. Between them was a smaller version of the map several days ago. Pencil marks and silly strings were scattered in various positions across the board, making it look like a conspiracy theorist’s pinboard than a military plan.

"We'll dig in here, for now, I heard their entire people got condemned from the Confederation," Mandra took a swig from her flask which she stored in her jacket. "Not their fault that the Confederation's secretary of defence was incompetent."

"Incompetence from the government to the military, good lord,” Forward shook his head as he handed the datapad back to Mandra. Taking another swig he sat down opposite her, in comparison to Mandra, he had a helmet on. His uncle had it and wanted to have something handed down to him, so Forward had reluctantly accepted a thirty old helmet. It looked out of place with its faded camouflage, but it was certainly more comfortable than the modern sets, so he kept it when he could. “This is what you get from being a dictatorship without actually hearing the people, no?”

“Arguably so, but can you blame them? They’ve never had the concept of ‘harmony’ as we MineLegoEquestrians had,” Mantra countered, the taste of alcohol filling her mouth once more as she looked over the map. “You can’t blame them for not having something they’ve never known existed.”

“So you’re saying they’re backwards tribes like the Saddle Arabians?” Forward raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t mean it like that,” Mandra looked up and gave a tired look, one that danced on the edge of disgruntled. “Nations with a closed perspective won’t know and won’t want to see newer perspectives until said perspectives hit them in the face. Until then it's a matter of if they choose to adapt or die. The Confederation is facing that situation.”

"So just like Saddle Arabia,”

Forward, I hold no ill will to your people’s for f*cks sake,” Now the look was a glare, the native-born Equestrian glared at the Saddle Arabian. “You know my parents didn’t mean to shell your goddamn village.”

“They killed my parents, and called us savages, Mandra,” Forward retorted, “and goddammit it, they burned it to the ground. My home was gone, Mandra, by your people. I joined this military because I wanted to show we Saddle Arabians aren’t backwards tribes from the 6th Century like some of your people claim.”

“Your people still had widow burning,” Mandra fired back, slamming a hoof on the makeshift table. “No one had any social mobility and had to follow their elders. No one was free. Do you call that harmony? The natural state of affairs? That’s backwardness, and you know it.”

“I won’t have you insult my people like that,” Forward growled. “You have your worldview, I have mine. Let’s keep it separate and not try to force each other to follow one or another.”

“Fine,” Mandra grumbled, leaning back on to her chair whilst crossing her hooves. The two stayed in the silence looking away from each other as if they were an old couple having another fight. There was still the sound of artillery fire in the background, but the mood was obviously worse than before, but this uncomfortable silence was soon accompanied by the sound of someone walking closer to their FOB. A healthy sense of paranoia soon meant both of them were reaching for their sidearms before seeing a pink pony poke her head into the FOB.

“Jeez, is this a romance sitcom or real life?” Brigadier Flurry Heart commented, looking around the FOB from the small entrance, before shuffling a bit and entering the FOB. Mandra and Forward both let out a sigh of relief at seeing her. It was a common thing for semi-royalty to be in the military, and Flurry Heart II, being the descendant of the descendant of Princess Cadance followed the tradition set up by the MineLegoEquestrians of the Imperial Family.

“What? No, we’re not romantically attracted to each other goddammit,” Mandra said, crossing her hooves even harder, but you can just see the very very faint shade of red on her cheeks as if she was seriously considering the thought of being romantically involved with Forward. And considering the author’s reputation for fluff, she is because the author said so. Forward noted it was cute and had to focus on the harsh reality of war to get his mind off the things.

“Alright, alright, sure you two lovebirds,” Flurry chuckled, walking over to their map and looking over it. “So what’s our plan again?”

“Digging in and bombing Crestellion until we get proper air cover,” Forward explained, taking another swig of alcohol. “Hopefully we’d be able to hold off any attack from the traditionalists until we push into Crestellion. And then it’d be the horrors of CQBs, possibly every house a fort or so. No idea how well prepared they are, but it is potentially that bad.”

“High casualty rates are then expected, no?” Flurry asked, looking at Forward.

“Certainly, and with civilians to contend with too. It’d be better with bypassing the city entirely and sieging it than fighting in it,” Forward noted, “Hopefully they surrender soon.”

“Hopefully, hopefully so,” Mandra commented, “Got any suggestions? Because we’re gonna be waiting here for the next few days.”

“Well maybe you two should make up because I heard that argument three dozen meters down,” Flurry said, looking at both of them with a step back. Forward sighed and turned at Mandra.

“Fine, sorry, you’re not your parents I guess,” He said with a defeated sigh, shooting a glare at the pegasus standing off to the left of him. "And also seeing insults when there aren't any."

“Yes, sorry for insulting your culture and all that,” Mandra said. Rubbing his hooves together. Flurry chuckled and clapped her hooves together.

“Now hug!” She exclaimed with a laugh of chocolate and sandwiches, somehow. Crystallians were weird like that, and Forward awkwardly looked at Mandra who sighed. The two awkwardly looked at each other, before sighing and hugging each other, patting each other. Mandra felt a sudden jump in heartbeats as Forward held her close, and he too felt a feeling of warmth meanwhile. Both of them held each other before pulling back.

Mandra coughed, “Umm… yes, I’m going to go now…”

“Y-yeah, I’m leaving too,” Forward nodded.

The two awkwardly climbed out the small foxhole, bumping into each other before leaving the hole properly. Flurry chuckling to herself as she watched both of them walk out. She did have learned a lot regarding the skills of matchmaking from her grandmother, and she chuckled. She was going to have fun with this.




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Hail the Confederation!

Hellslayer, Regna Loreau, Fetra, Cape canavral, and 6 othersFeuraxia, New England INC, VlaRiSsiA, Russian states of eurasia, Hms nhs, and Holy imperia

Russian states of eurasia

Report 063

The Imperial Order of Romanova, sometimes also known as the White Order, is a religious cult and terrorist organization. The Order has existed for as long as the Grand Empire has, and its main belief is that the Romanovs are still in hiding, waiting for loyalists to their cause to rise up and take back their empire. In recent times they have grown to their highest known member count, due to the rise and fall of the Mad Regent. During the Mad Regent’s Reign, they openly supported Taboritsky. However, the feeling was not mutual, and there were records of a purification platoon that would be made solely to eliminate the Order. Taboritsky fell before the platoon could be activated however, and the purification platoons were disbanded.

The Order frequently works with other, smaller terrorist and criminal organizations that have similar views to them. They however, do not like other, larger groups, such as the Black Army and the Great Syndicate. In fact, it is believed that the Black Army and the Order are fighting an underground war with each other. Eurasia has used this to its advantage, letting the two organizations battle and feud while Eurasia prepares to strike the killing blow against them both.

The Order, alongside the Black Army, is one of the main suspects for a recent raid on Eurasian Madagascar, in which multiple New Defender serums were stolen and valuable information and technology was destroyed. His Grand Imperial Majesty has ordered His Hands to deal with them personally. The Hands are currently working alongside the Imperial Ministry of State Security and the Imperial Ministry of Justice to deal with them. Until then, remain on high alert. While not as extreme as Taboritskyists, they are still terrorists and radical traitors. Any suspected members of the Order are to be reported immediately to local authorities.

Information on their membership and leaders is wanted. If any defectors have such information, please report to the nearest IMGB or IMY office.

End of report

One Empire, One People, One Goal
Hail Eurasia
Hail the Confederation

"Breakout."

-

A small, single-engine plane zooms towards the city of Fairwich. There were 4 people inside, all belonging to the Kyratean Liberation Army, who were more-or-less terrorists. They were here to take pictures of what was happening in the city and show the world what was truly happening - Tertanian media had said that the city simply had a few travel restrictions, when in reality, the entire place was quarantined off. Any access to the outside world was shut off, and power lines had been cut. "What if they spot us?" A person in the back seat of the plane asked.

"They won't. The plane is covered in magnetic tinfoil, so their radar won't see us. You just focus on taking your pictures."

"Magnetic tinfoil," the passenger thought to himself. He soon started contemplating what he had signed up for, but gave a quick nod and looked down towards the ground. Providing the most illumination were large fires in buildings and on roads. The main motorway leading out of the city was covered in cars. Flying as low to the ground as possible, the passenger peeked his expensive camera towards the ground and started taking pictures. The main thing he noticed were the number of bodies littered around the place, and there were people eating them. "The rumours are true!" He exclaimed. "There are flesh-eaters!"

"I knew it!" The pilot cheered in reply. "Get as many images and videos as you can, and then we're getting out of here. I'll circle around the city for you."

Buildings covered in quarantine tape, abandoned medical tents, roofs with "HELP US" painted on top... the passenger was getting pictures of everything. He grinned to himself at the thought of the government going down when he released these on the internet. It looked like something out a movie, but this was actually happening. He looked towards the pilot when he started to hear tapping and tried to figure out where it was coming from. It was pretty obvious: the pilot was tapping on a button that was highlighted in orange. Plastered across it was "MAJOR CAUTION", and below it was "ENGINE FAILURE". The propellor on the front of the aircraft immediately stopped, and a quiet profanity was heard from the pilot. "What's happening?!" The passenger shouted out.

"The engine failed! I'll try get us down outside the quarantine!" The pilot replied, pulling backwards on the control stick.

"I'd hope you would!" The passenger looked towards the altimeter and noticed it going down. He could see the quarantine wall in-front of them, but were they going to make it over? Another glance out the window showed hordes of infected just standing around. Looking as far back as possible, he noticed they were actually chasing the plane. He brought his view forward again...

... only to see the wall was right in-front of them. The pilot had just closed his eyes and was saying prayers, the co-pilot was hanging on for dear life, and the other passenger didn't even know what was happening. The plane crashed right through the wall and slammed the passenger's head into the seat in-front of him. When he got back to his senses, he noticed all the other passengers were dead. Turning his head to the left window, he could see the hordes clambering through the hole in the wall.

The infected had escaped.

-

Hail the Confederation!

Hellslayer, Cape canavral, Feuraxia, New England INC, and 6 othersVlaRiSsiA, Medici Empire, Panthera Order, Russian states of eurasia, Hms nhs, and Holy imperia

Russian states of eurasia

To The Southern Republic of The Dixie Confederate Union,

In honor of a possible alliance between the Grand Empire and the Southern Republic, we invite a delegation from your government to the Imperial Palace in Imperskiy Gorod for a feast with His Grand Imperial Majesty and other Eurasian officials.

We hope to see a response soon, and that our two nations may live in harmony!

One Empire, One People, One Goal
Hail Eurasia
Hail the Dixie Confederate Union
Hail the Confederation

Operation : ???
Holy land of germania
Team : Tamara

The cloudy, black sky offered perfect invisibility. The two cargo planes approached the coast of Germania. The men were calm, camouflaged in suits. The military vehicles were all from the Black Hand, no mention of Medici. Germania's radars were of low quality, the aircraft hatches opened and let the men and vehicles fly in parachutes, and then they moved away.

Team Tamara landed in a clearing. The vehicles, mostly armoured vehicles arrived safely, supported by extremely sophisticated parachutes. The Germanian rebels were waiting for them with members of the Pegasus team. The men set out and erased any trace of their arrival. The rebels received weapons from the Black Hand and were impressed. The teams headed to the main camp to plan Operation Green Storm, they were discreet and fast as at night.


Vive Medici
Hail the Confederation

Hellslayer, Tertania, Feuraxia, New England INC, and 4 othersVlaRiSsiA, Russian states of eurasia, Hms nhs, and Holy imperia

Kamchatka, Russian states of eurasia

It was freezing. Of course it was in the northern reaches of Eurasia. A small NGO sat out there in the cold... a scientist covered in blood, oh so much blood and crawled up to a radio.

He had lost feeling in most of his body by this point, he twisted the dial on the radio, trying his best to switch it on and off before setting it on the international emergency wavelength.

“Hello? Hello? This is Dimitriv Riekd, we need help... p-please...”

His voice was weak, rough. There was coughing.

"Several terrorists h-have stolen the pot of Rhfhein... it's a powerful artifact, please you gotta stop them it's a powerful artifact! If you let them activate it they're gonna end the world as we know it!"

"They're heading to the coast from Kamchatka, please, I don't know where they're heading to, but it might be out there. Someone please stop them!"

The Chase for Rhfhein's Pot begins


Rhfhein's Curse
A roleplay organised by MineLegotipony





Q: What is this roleplay about?
A: Simply put, its a roleplay about stopping a bunch of organisations stealing a magical pot, the pot of Rhfhein, and stopping them from using it.


Q: So we have to be on the side of the good guys?
A: No, you can be involved in the RP to steal the pot for yourself instead. It's up to you.


Q: How does this work?
A: Well first off, 1 day in RP is 3 days IRL, but may change. Every 3 days or so the Game Master will update the situation in which you all can respond to. Think of it like delayed DnD. And from that you need to find ways to get to the pot of Rhfhein, but after posting you have to wait for the next to roll around, so 1 post per RP day. This is so everyone involved can have a chance to get themselves involved.


Q: Alright! Where do I sign up?
A: LinkHere you go, eh.






Current situation: ( as of 19/4/2021 )
Kamchatka, Russian States of Eurasia

It was freezing. Of course it was in the northern reaches of Eurasia. A small NGO sat out there in the cold... a scientist covered in blood, oh so much blood and crawled up to a radio.

He had lost feeling in most of his body by this point, he twisted the dial on the radio, trying his best to switch it on and off before setting it on the international emergency wavelength.

“Hello? Hello? This is Dimitriv Riekd, we need help... p-please...”

His voice was weak, rough. There was coughing.

"Several terrorists h-have stolen the pot of Rhfhein... it's a powerful artifact, please you gotta stop them it's a powerful artifact! If you let them activate it they're gonna end the world as we know it!"

"They're heading to the coast from Kamchatka, please, I don't know where they're heading to, but it might be out there. Someone please stop them!"


Players currently involved



Rules
  1. This RP is information sensitive, meta-wise everyone will know what's going on but only some people IC-wise will know certain details. So don't metagame

  2. Godmodding == bad, GM decides what's godmodding and what's not and decide the appropriate punishment

    • If you see someone godmodding, please notify the GM just in case he missed it

  3. This is meant to be a small case, you can't mobilise your army to get your hands on this. If the terrorists catch wind of you doing so, it's gonna be harder to catch them.

  4. Who holds the pot in the aftermath of action is decided by the Game Master, but is based upon your actions.

  5. 1 Day in RP will be a standard IRL 3 days.



Disclaimer, the Game Master is not an experienced Game Master so mistakes may appear throughout the course of this roleplay. Please be patient with the GM because he lacks braincells in managing a RP

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Alright, this was coordinated over Discord and will be further coordinated on this rp's discord, (https://discord.gg/KkmDAGvMuQ). General gist of it is that the players need to stop a GM controlled NPC organisation from using this mystical pot. What does it do? Bad things. But to make things fun, you can only deploy a limited amount of people to go in and capture this pot. Every 3 days will be 1 RP day. And every player can make actions in that 3 day period, and every 3 days the GM will update the situation. Mainly to allow everyone a chance to get involved.

And note, you don't need to be a good guy and capture the pot and contain it. You can capture and try to use it yourself!

Other than that... let the chase, begin!

Hail the Confederation!
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