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Today's World Census Report
The Most Authoritarian in Dione
World Census staff loitered innocuously in various public areas and recorded the length of time that passed before they were approached by dark-suited officials.
As a region, Dione is ranked 8,976th in the world for Most Authoritarian.
|1.||The Rogue Nation of Ginn O Dinn||Corporate Police State Halliburton||“Ginn always watches”|
|2.||The Kingdom of Mokuno-kun||Father Knows Best State Suspiciously Conservative Democracy||“Above All Others”|
|3.||The Empire of Kalidora||Libertarian Police State Slightly Overzealous Peoples Democracy||“An unexamined life is not worth living”|
|4.||The Free Land of The Workers Union for the Proletariat||Democratic Socialists Ordinary Caring Intelligent World Citizens||“Freedom over Freedom”|
|5.||The Republic of Abra Cadabra||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“Through humility greatness”|
|6.||The Republic of Tortula and Saint Kokomo||New York Times Democracy Corporate-Dominated Sham Democracy||“A Safe Haven”|
|7.||The Confederacy of Tiaremotu||New York Times Democracy Corporate-Dominated Sham Democracy||“O le upega e fili i le po, 'ae tatala i le ao”|
|8.||The Confederacy of Shikito||Compulsory Consumerist State Consumerist Wage Drones||“Service above Self”|
|9.||The Nomadic Peoples of Uvlagiaq||Capitalist Paradise Corporate Slave State||“Uvla Tapiriit Dionemi”|
- : The Confederacy of Tiaremotu arrived from Osiris.
- : The Republic of Carmor ceased to exist.
- : The Kingdom of Mokuno-kun arrived from Osiris.
- : The Kingdom of Mokuno-kun ceased to exist.
- : The Confederacy of Tiaremotu ceased to exist.
- : The Constitutional Monarchy of Nelson Wilbury of the region Traveling Wilburys proposed constructing embassies.
- : Avalonienholm ceased to exist.
- : The Airborne Flock of Migrating Geese departed this region for Diodonian Army.
- : The Airborne Flock of Migrating Geese arrived from Diplomacy International.
- : The Republic of Abra Cadabra arrived from The North Pacific.
Dione Regional Message Board
As Yfke and Senna were eating their lunch with a heavy hart, a waitress approached them asking Is there anything I can do for you two? in a tone of exaggerated submissiveness, followed by a whispered Or the revolution?. Before the pair could respond, they were interupted and warned about being covert. Fetch us more champagne! Yfke blurted out, despite barely a sip missing from her glass. Senna quickly grabbed a napkin and penned down their room number before sliding it towards Līlīlī, For your troubles they added. Līlīlī quickly snatched the napkin and disappeared into the crowd to avoid further suspicion.
It seems that despite spending more than five times as us on law enforcement, Kalidora can't properly vet their staff. Senna noted. And it's a good thing they can't. Yfke responded, Otherwise we would've never found sympathy in this bourgeois clique. I mean just look at all this opulence. Senna glanced around the room, Many don't even seem to be satisfied with their acquired wealth, judging by the fake smiles and joyless eyes. Some seem to be quite happy to participate in this theater of power and politics. Yfke griped. Senna answered, The acquisition of wealth does provide fleeting pleasure, and for these people the vault doors to unbridled power have just been unlocked.
Eudos, Capital of The Empire of Kalidora
Aratus was about to directly take the foreign delegation to the hotel, when he realised this was a wonderful opportunity to display the Kalidoran wit and spirti to this foreign digintary. " President 'Oleloia, allow me to show you the honor and responsability that comes with the Mankas Omiltis title. He handed her the badge that adorned his chest. He prefered doing this a bit more incognito, as the prey had to be lured out. "Stay here and keep this. Soon you will see, or rather hear a traditional Kalidoran take down", and with that he approached the suspicious scholar.
Air rushed to his lungs as his stomach swelled. It was an ancient theater technique to project your voice. His voice cut through the bustling street.
"Praise be to the eternal creation! When it rained beauty upon all creation you sir must have discovered umbrellas. Or perhaps we should petition the Erudites for a new investigation into weaponising your voice to shatter glass." The noisy street became silent, as if those words had caught across a thousand conversations.
The fraudulant scholar stepped back, not expectin such a piercing attack to be made in daylight. "I stand by my claim. You may mock my apperance and voice, but as Eudecia told Bione during the Trail of Brass, "It is man's character that is to be judged". You'll find none so wise as me on theses streets." HE had taken the bait. "Oh wise?" Aratus said "Well then, perhaps you can help me with a simple conundrum I have been having. What kind of creature is a man?"The conman tought for a second. "Simple, man is a featherless biped." The street was quite, anticipating the reply Aratus would deliver.
The Mankas Omiltis made his way to on of the small sellers, tossed the seller a coin and took on the roasting chickens. "Behold Kalidora, the swindeler's man!" he proclaimed as he held the chicken up high for all to see. Some lauched, some applauded, others simply went about their day. Aratus was content with his demonstration, and went back to the president of the archipelago.
The two kept chatting until they reached the Méga Palátion, where all foerign diginitaries were being kept in the right wing.
"I've been informed that the Bassilium will soon be meeting with the foreign guests. I have other duties to attend to. If there are any problems with the acomodation, just speak to some of the staff."
And with that the party of two split into a party of on
The sun peeked over the icy peak of the Aga glacier. Sedna looked out into the vastness of the ocean, and sighed as she watched her people carry the last few boxes of fish and seal hides up on the Sivudlerk, the fishing ship the Uvla delegation would use to travel south to the Kalidora coronation.
The ship was a sight to behold, truly. Its hull, the calming blue of the Uvlagiaq flag, broke the waves with a bobbing, rhythmic motion. Coiled rope and fishing nets decorated the bridge, and seagulls adorned the upper parts of the mast. The Sivudlerk was tall and mighty, bearing a string of multicolored flags with the insignia of all the tribes in the nation. Sedna felt an overwhelming feeling of comfort looking at the flags, as would any Uvla with some minimum amount of patriotism.
Sedna's thoughts about the ship were interrupted by a relatively short but quite plump man running around the icy pier restlessly, his eyes inquisitive. He seemed to be frantically looking for something else to do. He was dressed in a taupe jacket, lined with white fur, matching his boots.
"Maybe you should just take a break, relax, and have a cup of tea, Malik." Sedna shouted.
"I'm not sure how you want me to even think about relaxing, honorable Angakkuq - there's just so much that needs to get done! Have you even seen the box of herring? It's missing from the inventory. I just cannot seem to find it anywhere at all!"
"Ah, yes- the herring. I assume word wasn't sent out quickly enough. This year's supply was deemed of insufficient quality for our Kalidoran friends, so we will not be taking it on our journey anymore."
"Insufficient quality? How did that happen? Our fish is our pride and joy here in Uvlagiaq!"
"Well, I suppose one could blame the weather, or the fishing spirits, or one thing or the other - but rest assured that it does not matter. We have plenty of salmon and cod to please our new friends. I'm sure our many gifts will go a long way in setting up good relations with Kalidora. And besides, our goal is hardly to present ourselves as fishmongers. If there is a spirit of oratory and charisma - well, I hope she is listening..."
"I hope so too, esteemed Angakkuq. Very well then, I will proceed to contact your second in command, see if he has got any pressing issues or last minute remarks, otherwise we seem to be ready for departure."
Sedna stepped aboard the ship and took a deep breath, the salty air filling her lungs and the cold breeze chapping her lips. The chief engineer of the ship gave the green light for the technical check-ups, and the horn of the ship blared through the air three times, as customary for Uvlagi ships departing from the pier. She did not know what to expect of her first diplomatic mission as leader of Uvlagiaq, but the thought of it filled her with excitement.
"Ellam yua, weather be on our side," she thought to herself one last time before the ship started to slowly crawl through the icy water.
A few days before the coronation, Imperial Palace Eudos, Capital of Kalidora
Philon of Serres, soon to be the most powerful individual in all of Kalidora stood with their general staff. The nomad scholar has rounded up a crew of experts, euridtes, as well as heads of industrys and heads of diffrent branches of the armed forces. These would be the long arms of the Bassilium.
"Thank you all for gathering here on such short notice." the future head of state said. "We are here to plan out my future mandate, mostly internationally, but also domesticallly. I estimate I have a solid 20 years on the throne before begging to wither like my predessesors. Kalidora needs to be taken into a new age. The nation is almost 2 millenia old, and the days of glory are long behind us. It would seem the eternal creation no longer blesses us with the same conditions as Constatine the 5th and his silk trade, nor are our armies as strong as Phocas and her Amazon dozen. Simply put, we need to put Kalidora back on the map and at the forefront of international diplomacy. Let our word be backed by real muscle, weather soft or strong, and not by simple tradition. Eudoxus of Cidus please introduce the rest of the groups to our wine foreign policy."
An elder man, whose beard had more hair than his head got up and beamed a map for the group to see.
"The Bassilium believes the key projecting our power and influence is to invest into a special kind of soft power, namely education. I believe they have the right intuition. How can we claim to posses incredible wisdom when there are plenty of nations out there beating us at our own game? Simply put, we need to have more knowledge flow into Kalidora. The great library of Samos must once again flow with foreign knowledge. This is the first part of our policy which we shall dub wine, for reasons that become apparent later. We will negotiate this either one on one or form some sort of international organisation, taking on members and preparing exchange programs, civilian research etc. We need to make use of all positive tools at our disposal to make this happen. Museum exchanges, joint research, library programs, founding shrines to the eternal creation, and even trade agreements with riders. That's not to say this is paramount, simplicity that it is our mondu operandi."
Philion spoke up. "To contrast our wine policy is the vinegar policy, which will compromise all activities to placate nations and maintain Kalidora safe, secure and on the world stage. In some ways, wine policies with time become viniger policies. A recent reassessment on the potential threats to Kalidora will soon be handed out and discussed. Consider these to be a set of guidelines and information collected one each nation in order to have an idea of how the throne feels about them. If during your work situations change, notify us so we may update the statues of each nation. So far we have collected enough information for the following 4. As more nations make their moves on the world stage, dossiers will be drafter for each of them.
Threat Level: Medusa
Synopsis: The The Workers Union for the Proletariat has the potential to be a rogue nation, and ideologically challenges Kalidoran on almsot every front. The Union recently banned religion, including our very own worship to the eternal creation. They seem to view beleif and progress as being mutually exclusive, the opposite of us. Morover, they ideological zeal could very easily turn militant, though the country has a history of pascifism.
Notes by Acros of Armed Forces:
No armed forces could threaten us, but we have no idea how powerful or strong any espionage operations might be, though we pressume they can't afford it. However, if some sort of powerful leader clawed their way top, then we might have some problems.
Notes by Acros of the Economy:
Not likely they will grow much.
Threat Level: Kharybdis
Synopsis: Though dismissing these tattoed boat men as nothing more than fishermen is tempting because of the e "Tribal" aspects of their culture and way of life, doing so would bind us with doomed pride. Tiaremotu has a large armed force, and is geographically close enough to us to be troublesome. On top of that, their direct democracy is unlike anything in Dione and they could easily escalate any conflict between our nations as simple misunderstandings evolve into full blow ideological throw down. Placating and/or befriending them is preferable.
Notes by Acros of the Economy:
Given their large army, but lack of domestic arms indutry, this could be an excellent oppurtinity for us to make a killing
Notes by Acros of Armed Forces:
Their focus on peninsula warfare is very dangerous. Spend bullet money on gifts and spare us all the trouble.
Threat Level: Typhoon
Synopsis: Shikito is trouble. Their bottom line driven mentality can be a large threat to us all. Any small incident might be blown into something much larger by them and their ecstasy for gold. Keeping their arms industry at a low level is paramount. That being said, they specialise in many industries we don't, meaning our respective competitve advantages are in line. However, any deal strcuk might be rejected by labour movements and will be challenged. Thread the needle carefully.
Notes by Arcos of Armed Forces:
As Mikiavelo said in his famous treaty, do not trust mercenaries. If the gloves come off, it will be a long and hard fight, but we have the capacities to come out on top if need be. Soft solutions are preferable.
Threat level: Sphinx
Synopsis: A real riddle. Not much is none of Uvlagiaq. However, their public education is the strongest in the world, making them an ideal candidate for our Wine policy. The Open hand is preferable to the fist. Ensuring food security is also an objective. More investigation is needed.
The rest of the meeting went down fairly normally, with the soon to be Bassilium announcing some bold moves on the domestic front, including the slashing of some funding for law and order.
The council didn’t need to discuss the upcoming coronation, foreign affairs are always left to the International Councillor, currently Pia Antia. She was pacing around her office while her secretary, Gaius, was throwing out ideas for gifts. ”Maybe a finely crafted toga, or a proper hat befitting of a person of their stature?” he suggested. “A toga? That’s a little old isn’t it? And who wears hats these days? No, it has to be something that properly reflects our beautiful nation, but what?” Councillor Antia replied. “Maybe a beautiful marble sculpture of a goose?” “What’s up with the love of geese in this country? Yes it’s our national animal and an important part of our history, but the amount of goose related memorabilia is getting a little out of hand, don’t you think? No, a goose won’t do, but a statue just might.” she remarked.
Carmor had always prided itself on its amazing marble sculptors, who were able to make marble look and even feel like an actual person. “A statue is nice, but this is a big event, so a simple statue won’t do, we need something with a bit more impact.” Antia thought for a while, and Gaius, all too familiar with the Councillor’s thinking face, knew to stay quiet. After some more pacing and murmuring while looking at the floor, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, lifted her head and said “get every sculptor you can find, we don’t have much time, but I have an idea.”
About 80 sculptors worked all day for 8 days, but they finished it. It was a sight to behold, even while still in the warehouse they built it in. A giant cylindrical tower, with every Bassileum Kalidora has seen in the past 2000 years, with Philon on the very top, receiving a torch from Arcadius the Fifth. The tower was over 50 meters tall, so transport would have to be by freight ship. Councillor Antia followed behind the freight ship in the official state yacht, slowly on their way to Kalidora.
Eudos, Imperial Capital of Kalidora
Strategos Alcibiades, son of Cleinias, soldier and scholar awaited the delegation from the frozen lands. His traditional uniform complemented by a cape designating him as the Bassiliuses man. The port of the eternal city rumbled quietly into the night. In many foreign nations, civil and military duty might be seen as different, or even opposed, but in Kalidora they went hand in hand. It was the duty of the citizen to protect their polis, and it was a great honour to do so. In fact, every Kalidoran was trusted to keep their weapons with them even after military service. Alcibiades had been part of the armed forces for a while, reaching the rank of strategos fairly recently, due to in small part to his stellar work in the Peloponnesian War that had torn Kalidora in 2. For a minute, the son of Cleinias was no longer in Eudos, but back in the small village of Ithika, a place artillery shells wiped off the map. He remembered the gentle spring showers being drowned out by the sound of weapons of war. "May those that come after me live in less interesting times" he soberly thought as his sight returned to the port and his mind whipped back to the present.
The eyes of the master of strategy spotted a gargantuan ship making it's way to the docks. Such a vessel was more appropriate to see in a shipyard rather than a historic port. "These must be the khiṓn ánthropos" The ship was massive, displacing as much water as a Ketos class missile cruiser. As the delegation stepped down onto the floor, Alcibiades greeted them. "Praise be to the eternal creation! Welcome oh most honered guests, it is not often we see you come down from the cold."
Acliabiades mission was simple: to get more information about Uvlagiaq. From there, he had enough autonomy to decide if they should be placated or approached as friends.
"Though the Bassilium impatiently awaits to greet all guests, I think you might want to benefit from a tour of Eudos. There are plenty of interesting sights to behold and the Bassilium has ensured a place at the latest tragedy Cleon for your delegation specifically."
Lysandria of Atikka also happened to be at the dock. Part of the civil service since a young age, Lysandria had oriented her career towards international relations. This had been a terrible mistake up until recently. The old Bassileus and his war made foreign relations a very low priority. Lysandria even regretted taking that Carmoran language course. Seemed like a waste of colledge credits when everyone else had taken fun things like "Slam Poetry" and "Pedantic Questioning". After all, when most of the budget is going towards arming the police as much as a full phalanx unit, and the rest of the budget was guns, not much was left for the pen, it's might lost completely on the Bassilieus of old.
Now however, now there was hope. The new Bassilium understood that prestige abroad was prestige gained at home. A true embodiment of the five virtues.
Lysandria's hemtion veiled her in the purple of the sacred chair. Her eyes kept darting around the port, anxious to find the Carmoran boat that had made it's way across the Epimetheus' Sea. The connection between Carmor and Kalidora was not a new one, but it's freindship had not been kindled in a long time. It was Lysandia's job to light that fire once more.
After what felt like eons (it was only 2 hours) a monstrous shipping contained made it's way to port, followed by a luxurious yatch. They both bore the distinctive gear iconography of the continental Respublica and pulled to the dock.
"Ave Councillor, may the eternal creation shine in it's splendour. Welcome to Eudos."
The foreign delegation stepped ashore. "The Bassilium has arranged for you to view a the latest play from Cratinus the Younger. It will be held near the imperial garden where we can discuss in privacy if the need arises."
And with that the delegation made their way to the play. The problem of the statue's placement was transfered to Lysandria's boss, the Bassilium.
Councillor Antia had worked towards her current position, because she wanted Carmor to have better foreign relations, and she absolutely loved the diversity between countries. All the different cultures, governments, education and so much more! Carmor has done pretty well by itself so far, but could definitely do better, and she hoped other nations could help with this.
Her biggest priorities were culture, science and education. Carmor, despite its social progressiveness, has always lacked in its culture and design. Their architecture had not changed much in the past 2000 years, but during early industrial times many large and often visible additions had been made, leaving a lot of exposed mechanics like pipes and gears. Most were not in use, but had remained as removing them was deemed too expensive and complicated.
So shortly after her arrival in Kalidora, she already hoped this would be the first of many visits. Kalidora was magnificent, and she only barely managed to hide her excitement when they were told the Bassilium had arranged for them to view a play. While on their way to the theatre, Antia discussed the general state of Kalidora, trying to gain a better understanding of Kalidora, before starting with some more specific questions, already preparing for a more detailed political discussion later. After that, she went into specifics, eagerly listening to Lysandria’s answers, with Gaius behind them taking notes, trying to write as fast as the two spoke. “What are your scientific focuses? Do you think other fields will gain more attention with a Bassilium who’s less focused on war? And how progressive is Kalidora? A non-binary head of state is an amazing step in equality and representation, but how does the population feel about it?” She could go on, but they had already arrived at the theatre, where the play was ready to begin.
Eudos, Imperial theater
Lysandria's discussion with the foregin dignitary was like a dance, cortious, elegant, a perfect back and forth between question and answers. She did her best to maintain a diplomatic composure amid the endless barrage of inquiries.
"What fields are most researcher in Kalidora? This is an interesting answer. There used to be a time when Philosophy was the Queen of all subjects, and I'm sure the old Erudite will argue till your ears bleed that this is still the case 'for there is Philosophy in every discipline' or something like that. However, in recent times, Engineering alongside biology and several sectors of sociology as well as urban planning have gained academic appeal. The vast increase in environmental consciousness has made any field related to it gain a much louder voice to the Basilius' ear. However, if you tune in to the Galactic Soap Operas that play every night on FONI you'll find ourosnauts and their journey across the galaxy has enamored the nation. Perhaps Kalidora's future lies in the stars." This seemed to satisfy Antia's interminable curiosity.
"Councilor, do not confuse the Bassilium's soft words for a soft hand. They are tacking over while a bloody civil war is still within popular consciousness. Transition processes are most unstable. As for non-domestic military operations, that remains to be seen. Kalidora will secure it's interests abroad, though bloodshed should be avoided as much as possible. We do not want another Syracusan expedition on our hands." This too seemed to quench the Carmouran thirst for knowledge.
The last question was most puzzling. "How progressive is Kalidora?". This reminded Lysandria of structuralism debate she once had in linguistic class. Words, and signs gain their meanings by how they are different from one another. Kalidora's progressiveness could be seen in similar light. Representatives from the Union might argue that Kalidora's progressiveness is a fluke. "More non binary war criminals" they would probably reply. Yet, compared to more traditional nations, Kalidora was a beacon of progress. "That's a hard question to answer Councilor. The Bassilium has almost divine authority. Challenging them openly is bad idea. Moreover, historically, Kalidora has not had traditional gender norms. The Gods of Old had plenty of homosexual and gender non conformity. That is no to diminish the ascent of Philon. I am afraid that's the best answer I can give, you'll have to find your own answers on that front."
And with that the delegation made their way to the play.
The Thespian Thinker
New Theatrical Troubles
Cratinus the Younger has prepared a stunning play, a re imagining of the Illyria, a great tale about hubris, humility and finding meaning in a chaotic world. The main character, Omeka comes home from his Odyssey to find his home in ruins. His mother is sick and bedridden, and his father has had to exile himself for slandering the gods, blaming them for his wife's failing health. From there, he uncovers a conspiracy between his siblings, each beleiving another responsible for the poisoning of their mother. In the original, Omeka faced numerous monsters, including the all seeing Triclops, and Phaea with his serpentine tongue. Omeka re imagines these as more ordinary, and in turn much more freighting monsters. They challenge Omeka's moral core on a way few stories ever try to challenge their heroes. In the end, Omeka is able to reestablish order in his life, though some sacrifices had to be made along the way. Audiences are sure to be left resonating with Omeka's struggles, as we can all identify with different moments of this character's journey.
Sedna awoke from her sleep to the sight of dawn casting its first light over the city of Eudos. They were getting ready to dock, and Sedna was asking herself whether the coronation will go as expected, and how the diplomatic relations with Kalidora will go. She glanced over a picture of Alcibiades, the Strategos they were going to contact as soon as they would land. His gaze was cutting like an Uvla hunting knife, and in his eyes you could see how much he cared about his community and country. As the ship stopped in the harbor and she stepped down on for, Sedna heard a polite greeting from the man himself, and an invitation towards a city tour.
"We would be honored to accept, esteemed Strategos Alcibiades. We care about the history and atmosphere of a city as much as we do for politics and diplomacy. Besides, there will be plenty of time to meet with the Bassilium themselves later."
A sly smile sneakily found it's way across the young commander's face. Respectful and patient.
"Well, I will spare you a lot of the wider brushes of history, as these strokes often paint over the smaller stories."
The Hero of Monastiraka lead the thickly clad delegates to an open vehicle that was waiting for them. It was an imported
The foreign delegation made their way out from the noisy port and into the more crooked streets of the Plaka district. It was more claustrophobic and lively. The echoes of laughter and music seemed to breath life into the old stones that held up the historic city.
"Welcome to Plaka honored guests. This once small neighbourhood was the birthplace of Dyanosia, mother of theater and tragedy. Her plays where incredibly popular, though few have survived the millenia. Nonetheless, her ideas and love of theater have thrived here, many seeing it as a Mecca for artists."
As the car inched it's way across the busy streets, the murals gradually take over the buildings. From tragic scenes of the civil war, to callbacks to earlier glory, to simple art. A sharp contrast between the colorful murals and the more traditional buildings was immediately apparent.
After a couple more blocks, where Alcibiades went over some of the more funny anecdotes of what happened in this neighborhood, including but not limited to: A Philosopher dying by tripping on his own beard and twisting his neck, an artist poisoning the water supply with lead paint and a bald poet getting killed by an eagle dropping a turtle on his head thinking it was a rock, the group arrived at an open air theater carved into the side of a hill.
The Thespian Thinker
Cleon challenged us yet again! After years of his interpersonal dramas, and writing for Soap Opera Episodes, the tragedian has decided to write what most consider his magnum opus. "Cidon, the long seige" is a tale during two times: Ancient Kalidora and the Syracusan expedition to Tiaremotu and the more contemporary setting of the civil war. In both settings we follow how hubris, fear and anger lead to disaster. Cleon really challenges the five virtues, which will certainly ruff some feathers. However, the conclusion he derives is not to reject the system all together, as the protagonists of Ancient Kalidora do, but rather to understand it at a deeper level. Certainly will make some tears."