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Marasume wrote:I just asked you to not provoke the nations that didn't just attack us.

Err...
He’s not in OSEAN

He wants to invade Akelale and I’m considering fighting on Akelale’s side. It has nothing to do with HKE or any of it

Marasume

Lapathiya wrote:Err...
He’s not in OSEAN

He wants to invade Akelale and I’m considering fighting on Akelale’s side. It has nothing to do with HKE or any of it

But what if he declares war on the cold alliance? It could be just like the first or second time!

Marasume wrote:But what if he declares war on the cold alliance? It could be just like the first or second time!

I'll pass, I'll get destroyed by the cold alliance.

Marasume and Lapathiya

Marasume wrote:But what if he declares war on the cold alliance? It could be just like the first or second time!

He wont

Marasume

Aerilia wrote:Indeed, especially if they notice the selling price is 0.01

I wonder if anyone will outbid you?

We'll see I suppose. Maybe the bidding will last the rest of the day.

Artemiseau wrote:I'll pass, I'll get destroyed by the cold alliance.

Hmm *thinks*

Zazumo wrote:We'll see I suppose. Maybe the bidding will last the rest of the day.

I don't think ballpit owns that card, so I suppose there are 3 nations left that might bid on it like Pallaith, Siwale, and Praeceps

Libertandonien

Marasume wrote:“Give what a try?”

,,I don’t know,how should I say that.‘‘

Marasume

Aerilia wrote:I don't think ballpit owns that card, so I suppose there are 3 nations left that might bid on it like Pallaith, Siwale, and Praeceps

Clearly Zazumo has too much money.

Pallaith wrote:Clearly Zazumo has too much money.

I agree, but I like the way he is spending it

Marasume
Libertandonien
Mara, Libertandonien.
I Still Need To Figure Out How To Get Into The RP

Marasume and Libertandonien

Aerilia wrote:I agree, but I like the way he is spending it

It's not my money. I borrowed someone else's bank.

Zazumo wrote:It's not my money. I borrowed someone else's bank.

Wait...

*Checks Nessie's bank*

Rip...

Also I love this collection

page=deck/collection=4810/nation=territorio_di_nessuno

Aerilia wrote:I don't think ballpit owns that card, so I suppose there are 3 nations left that might bid on it like Pallaith, Siwale, and Praeceps

What card? o.O

Aerilia wrote:Wait...

*Checks Nessie's bank*

Rip...

Also I love this collection

page=deck/collection=4810/nation=territorio_di_nessuno

I gave him that card! Actually found another recently and junked it by accident. I was going to send it to Nessie to add to his collection. :(

Praeceps wrote:What card? o.O

And why should I tell you?

Aerilia wrote:And why should I tell you?

Do you really want Zaz to get that card?

The mike roctafinserland

Aylwater wrote:Alrighty,done with eating and taking a shower.

Well,as of right now,the only thing I CAN do is improve coastal defenses.

Following,uh,everything,the Aylwaterian-Lorigian Union ups It's coastal defenses,adding telecommunication lines to the capital and any miliary headquarters nearby. Beaches are closed,as trenches are built on the beaches as troops are stationed there. The Union's navy stays near the coastline,defending against any attack. Tanks are immediately-no,tanks just sit there.

Planes. Ah yes,Aylwater's reliance on them during the last war. Bombers fly into northern Roctania,but they only do two things:they shoot down any military bases or military air bases,and they bomb any airports. A couple minutes later,more planes can be seen. They seem to drop wooden boxes full of supplies,and besides them-paratroopers. Planes also land in other places,spewing out tanks,soldiers,and anti artillery. Soldiers have just landed in Northern Roctania with guns,ammunition,tanks,supplies,etc. The invasion has begun.

Hong kong empire
The Black Cathedral
The mike roctafinserland

Unsurprisingly, the Aylwater/Lorigians failed in bombing a large majority of the bases and airports, as the result of lackluster tactics and no battle plans. Fortunately, without flow of supplies, the paratroopers were caught in a frenzy. However, not all was a walk in the park, the Roctanians didn’t know what they were going up against, and they wouldn’t expect this...
—————————————————————

Gray painted the sky, as smoke enveloped the air. Mountains of bodies dominated the desert plain, as blood—black as night—flooded into rivers and soaked the oasis dry with red. The city of Injongo collapsed into chaos amidst the invasion; luckily, the force of twenty-thousand Roctanians quickly resumed control.

The all-to-familiar spray of bullets fell to the earth as metal rain. And artillery shells shattered the ground. The first wave of paratrooper squadrons proved ineffective as the last fell to the Roctanian war machine. It came at a cost. The siege was lethal and the Roctanians wouldn’t forget.

The few, remaining tanks banded together to scour the streets. The buildings crumbled as sand into mounds of rubble.

Thick, dust layered the city, clouding the vision of the survivors. Only did they panic when the ringing sounds of explosions lingered in the distance.

The war had begun.
———————————————————————

The office was packed with hardwood shelves, complete with countless books, stories, documents, plans. The flooring was refined marble, complimented by a gorgeous gray rug that sat in front of the fire, and behind the towering desk on one side of the room. Directly opposite of that, stood Scarlet observing from her domineering window that took up an entire wall.

“Summary?” Scarlet asked, swallowing hard at the midst of smoke rising in the distance.

“Critical casualties, but the threat has been suppressed, we’ll be up in the skies in—“

“Critical?” Scarlet lingered on the world, critical. It echoed through her skull. “Summon the navy to begin a blockade of their coastline. We’ll engage with their allies soon enough. And, Celeana, bomb them to oblivion.”

“B-b-bomb, ma’am I don’t know if that is important at this point,” Celeana stuttered, “she reached for the desk to steady herself. She couldn’t, wouldn’t have blood on her hands.

“Celeana, we all play a role in the price for war. But, we, we win, understand that?” Scarlet spun around and waltzed over to Celeana. Up against her side, Scarlet twirled Celeana’s amber hair in her finger, curling in it. Caressing her face, Scarlet whispered in her ear, “don’t let me down darling, I believe in you,” Scarlet kissed her cheek and disappeared into the hallway.

Celeana shook ferociously, but she wouldn’t let her mate down. Swallowing her worries deep inside her, Celeana marched out of the study and towards the war room.

Yukkira, Aylwater, Lorigia, Sarkis, and 1 otherWarsaw-Halicz

Zazumo wrote:I gave him that card! Actually found another recently and junked it by accident. I was going to send it to Nessie to add to his collection. :(

Oh, well that's not good, it would look nice with a couple copies in the collection.

Praeceps wrote:Do you really want Zaz to get that card?

Well...I'm not sure, I haven't thought about that...

But two can play at that

page=deck/card=693000/season=1

Also I don't think you are willing to outbid 99.99

Aerilia wrote:Oh, well that's not good, it would look nice with a couple copies in the collection.
Well...I'm not sure, I haven't thought about that...

But two can play at that

page=deck/card=693000/season=1

Is it worth it though? For that price...?

The angle of chairty

Sarkis wrote:

01 13
An Insignificant Harbour, District 5

"Unidentified Fleet sighted, 20 kilometers off coast."

The soldier is snapped out of his trance. Technically not a daydream, it was an hour past midnight.

"One thirty-four, do you read me?"

He sighs.

"Affirmative."

The soldier's hawkish sergeant rambled on, his words gradually losing coherence as the soldier's mind started to wander off once more.

"One thirty-four? Are you listening to me, one thirty-four?"

The soldier regains focus. His heavy eyelids pick themselves back up.

"Apologies, sir.", he mumbles.

A chilly gust of wind blows past him. He readjusts his ear piece.

"Unidentified fleet, 20 kilometers off the coast. Keep your eyes peeled one thirty-four, higher ups are assessing the situation. Report back if you see anything, fail to do so and you won't hear the end of it!"

The soldier scowled.

The boardwalk was devoid of life. The soldier looks over to his right. His "friend", arms crossed, head bent downward, was most definitely asleep. He had just been unlucky enough to be placed on coast duty, the name was self-explanatory.

It was to be a long night.

.

District 7 Naval Base

Vice-admiral Izabell Vihil, the Sarkish navy's iron lady watched the commotion in silence. Her superior, the admiral had passed away a month before. She was technically admiral now, but slow bureaucracy prevented her from immediately claiming this title.

Bureaucracy, how boring.

She scoffed.

News had arrived only about an hour earlier that a fleet appeared in Sarkish territorial waters. An invasion force perhaps, the Montarcians? It mattered not to her, she would meet them on sea by dawn. Rapier in hand, she was to be unstoppable.

"Reconnaissance drones have picked up an approaching fleet on passive SONAR my lady."

The cabin of the leader of the Chairtian fleet is a space space, barely large enough to contain the desk and bed of the woman it contained. An aide stands by the door at attention, his eyes fixed straight ahead as the woman in charge contemplates the situation.

Lady Araika, the founder of the city ship project, and self proclaimed child of the gods sits on her bed, her back to the wall. She takes a long drag from a cigarette, her long white tail swaying from side to side as she thinks over it.

Finally, she smiles keenly, her eyes lighting up. "Johan, contact the captains! we shall be making our way directly towards the Sarkish fleet. I shall be up shortly to make a broadcast, let's see if we can obtain passage."

"Yes my lady." He bows and leaves the room, leaving her alone in her cabin. After a second, she he lays back with a tired sigh, watching the city ships move past her window. Fifteen years at sea had become strenuous, as the ships had moved from Port to Port like beggars scrounging scrapped from millionaire's mansions. Her cold blue eyes harden, her face twisting into a grown. After a second she slides on her coat, a black thing with the logo of the city ship project stamped on its shoulder. She opens the door, and steps out into the halls of the ship.

The broadcast room of the control ship Blood and money is a simple white room, with the gold logo of the project behind the microphone. Araika takes her place behind the microphone and takes in a dropped breath. keeping her head high, and trying to impose as regal an appearance as possible, she begins; "Hello Sarkish vessels. I am lady Araika, of the city ship project. We seek entry into your ports, in order to resupply our vessels and begin trade. We hope that our presence is not an unwelcome intrusion."

A light on the wall flickers from Green to red, and she sighs. Not her best performance, but who could tell how the Sarkish would receive it anyways.

The mike roctafinserland, Western Vapia, and Sarkis

Oi, you two leave my card out of this...

>_>

The mike roctafinserland wrote:

Unsurprisingly, the [nation=short+noflag]Aylwater[/ntion]/Lorigiaians failed in bombing a large majority of the bases and airports, as the result of lackluster tactics and no battle plans. Fortunately, without flow of supplies, the paratroopers were caught in a frenzy. However, not all was a walk in the park, the Roctanians didn’t know what they were going up against, and they wouldn’t expect this...
—————————————————————

Gray painted the sky, as smoke enveloped the air. Mountains of bodies dominated the desert plain, as blood—black as night—flooded into rivers and soaked the oasis dry with red. The city of Injongo collapsed into chaos amidst the invasion; luckily, the force of twenty-thousand Roctanians quickly resumed control.

The all-to-familiar spray of bullets fell to the earth as metal rain. And artillery shells shattered the ground. The first wave of paratrooper squadrons proved ineffective as the last fell to the Roctanian war machine. It came at a cost. The siege was lethal and the Roctanians wouldn’t forget.

The few, remaining tanks banded together to scour the streets. The buildings crumbled as sand into mounds of rubble.

Thick, dust layered the city, clouding the vision of the survivors. Only did they panic when the ringing sounds of explosions lingered in the distance.

The war had begun.
———————————————————————

The office was packed with hardwood shelves, complete with countless books, stories, documents, plans. The flooring was refined marble, complimented by a gorgeous gray rug that sat in front of the fire, and behind the towering desk on one side of the room. Directly opposite of that, stood Scarlet observing from her domineering window that took up an entire wall.

“Summary?” Scarlet asked, swallowing hard at the midst of smoke rising in the distance.

“Critical casualties, but the threat has been suppressed, we’ll be up in the skies in—“

“Critical?” Scarlet lingered on the world, critical. It echoed through her skull. “Summon the navy to begin a blockade of their coastline. We’ll engage with their allies soon enough. And, Celeana, bomb them to oblivion.”

“B-b-bomb, ma’am I don’t know if that is important at this point,” Celeana stuttered, “she reached for the desk to steady herself. She couldn’t, wouldn’t have blood on her hands.

“Celeana, we all play a role in the price for war. But, we, we win, understand that?” Scarlet spun around and waltzed over to Celeana. Up against her side, Scarlet twirled Celeana’s amber hair in her finger, curling in it. Caressing her face, Scarlet whispered in her ear, “don’t let me down darling, I believe in you,” Scarlet kissed her cheek and disappeared into the hallway.

Celeana shook ferociously, but she wouldn’t let her mate down. Swallowing her worries deep inside her, Celeana marched out of the study and towards the war room.

plz spare Ketrogrande

The angle of chairty

O.o

Rip Malphezilla, Malphe how dare you let it CTE?

Praeceps wrote:Is it worth it though? For that price...?

Well Zaz bid high on my card and I stopped thinking and...yer that happened...

Zazumo wrote:Oi, you two leave my card out of this...

>_>

Also no, and thanks for the bank!

Zazumo, Territorio di Nessuno, Praeceps, Malphe, and 1 otherLorigia

Tsardom of leonlandia wrote:i wont void if you are alone.I wont call alloes too!

😉

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