General Assembly
Security Council
Governor: 
The Empire of IE-05
WA Delegate: None.
Founder: 
The Empire of IE-05
Last WA Update:
Embassies: Illuminati Empire.
Tags: Minuscule.
Leo is home to a single nation.
Today's World Census Report
The Most Scientifically Advanced in Leo
World Census researchers quantified national scientific advancement by quizzing random citizens about quantum chromodynamics, space-time curvature and stem cell rejuvenation therapies. Responses based on Star Trek were discarded.
As a region, Leo is ranked 27,017th in the world for Most Scientifically Advanced.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | The Empire of IE-05 | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists | “Peace and Justice” |
Regional Happenings
- :
The Republic of Qyro departed this region for Grand Canyon.
- : The Republic of Qyro arrived from Capricorn.
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The Eye of Zarvarza departed this region for Virgo.
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The Nomadic Peoples of Epoch Trumpet departed this region for Virgo.
- : Embassy established between Leo and Illuminati Empire.
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The Empire of Glass Mask of the region Illuminati Empire agreed to construct embassies.
- : The Empire of Glass Mask proposed constructing embassies with Illuminati Empire.
- : The Eye of Zarvarza arrived from Cancer.
- : The Nomadic Peoples of Epoch Trumpet arrived from Cancer.
- : The Empire of Glass Mask updated the World Factbook entry.
Leo Regional Message Board
July 10, 2026
Under the sign of the dagger
Age of Apotheosis
The sun was blazing but the grasses were lush and tall. We pressed the blades into the shape of a campsite and sat under the shade of a tall and lonely tree. The savanna stretched for endless distances and none of it was empty. During the day we communed with herds of elephants and antelope. At night we met the emissaries of his majesty. They gave us the gift of fresh kill for dinner, but warned us that the king was not accepting audiences at this time. They offered me ten yards of cordage made from his royal mane if I promised to use it for book binding. I told them (truthfully) that he would receive a copy of my first edition.
Twice, now, we've passed over fragments of the ZIE dynasty. Both are interesting, but neither are half as interesting as the silence of my companion. What was he? Orchestrator, or merely the bonding agent? I suppose a Zar feels ordinary in the land of kings. I'll leave him to his peace.
A pack of laughter assaults our senses from every direction. It grows with horrid cadence until the Monolith roars, "Where does destiny hesitate?"
At the junction between choice and fate.
Mistakes are momentary, but lessons last if learned.
Many wheels had broken in my short time on trek and needed reshaping. According to my own promise I aimed to move on at sunlight but lingered for a day, and then two weeks. I ate sweet fruits brought by sweeter friends and wasted away time that was better spent studying the stars.
The Constellations of the Halo are not fixed in space or time but drift as all the spheres do and the routes I planned for myself shifted during my doldrum. When I was ready to continue again, the way was unclear and longer than it used to be. I felt The Way slipping and whipped my spirit into flight. I knew the bending road was rough terrain and that speed would cancel caution. A wise captain once told me “control your controllables, because you can’t control anything else.” I could have accounted for my speed, my doldrums, my pathway. I could never have predicted the comet storm.
At first, I thought the heavens had joined us, like the dolphins do at sea. Dazzling rocks aplenty scorched horizonward at a pace I sought to match. The largest of them – a diamond splinter dressed in icy veil with a train of satin starlight – graced my sky and watered my eyes. The rocks that trailed her were less enchanting. A hailstorm of smaller meteorites that trailed the comets orbit fell from her wake and smashed the scenery for miles. There is little cover, on the road, from the eyes and wills of gods but we raced forward anyway, determined to outpace the punishment for my indolence. My race ended far short of any finish line, in the bottom of a crater where a rock meant for my wagon missed by moments and left a divot that swallowed and smashed my simple vehicle.
It has been a month since then. The Way still needs walking. I have spent my lost weeks in good contemplation, learning lessons and studying the movements of the constellations with pen and sextant. I dream of the ice queen on her route around the stars. She left something behind in the smoking rock meant to kill me (or maybe it was hidden in the dirt, unearthed by her passing?)
It appears to be a stone tablet, scribbled with lines from varied languages. I only have the tools to translate the title, so far.
And the message calls itself “Qochasiva’s Quatrains.”
The Caravan Continues, to Virgo!
I once awoke on a Frozen continent stuck in time. It was night and the air was crisp yet clear. The sky was dark, and all the stars could clearly be seen.
The Ice was flat where I was, covered in snow that reflected the moonlight. Beyond me was a sea, as if frozen and the ice heaved up into jagged points across the horizon. The landscape frozen in time.
Yet, in this very place, sat a woman on the frozen ground facing away from me. Her red dress most noticeable in the moonlight reflected brightly. Her hair was black and long. She said nothing and I said nothing. Time stood still for as long as it could stand still before the forces of another universe pulled me away permanently.
Labyrinth
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