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Feng Dynasty wrote:The Empress smiled.
“Come with me then, the walls here have ears.”

And so they went, the Empress and the soldier from North Electrica, to a garden of ordered swaying peonies. In the middle of the garden was a slender, octagonal, nine-storied pagoda. Its eaves curved gracefully upwards at each point, with swaying bronze bell under each curving point.
The Empress turned to her Court. “Please do await us outside, one would have a word with him alone.” The Court, a crowd of billowing silk robes, bowed in response.

They entered the pagoda, their footsteps echoing through every floor. The Caiyun Pagoda (彩雲塔) it was called, the Pagoda of Coloured Clouds. Its walls were stained glass, like mists of overlapping red, blue, and golden-yellow that coloured the air within in a dizzying array of rainbows. They were like rainbow clouds, bathing the air all the way to the rooftop nine stories above.

“Jezabelstien seems to have a few problems with this union of Feng and Electrica”, the Empress began. “If we continue, we shall risk offending Jezabelstien. I am hear to ask, are the North Electricans willing to take this risk?”

NE Soldier: "I can speak for my nation and say that we are willing ti take the risk, our nation is fully prepared for conflict, no thanks to the country of Astana-Anders. What would be a better focus is the defense of the Feng Dynasty, even though I'm just a soldier I know that the nation of Jezbelstien has a large arsenal of weaponry that would threaten your cities, and your forces while fast in number will jave difficulty facing them in case of invasion." Je pauses bringing up a data pad on his arm. "I'm no strategist, I would suggest getting into contact with NEAF without getting the attention of them."

North Electrica wrote:NE Soldier: "I can speak for my nation and say that we are willing ti take the risk, our nation is fully prepared for conflict, no thanks to the country of Astana-Anders. What would be a better focus is the defense of the Feng Dynasty, even though I'm just a soldier I know that the nation of Jezbelstien has a large arsenal of weaponry that would threaten your cities, and your forces while fast in number will jave difficulty facing them in case of invasion." Je pauses bringing up a data pad on his arm. "I'm no strategist, I would suggest getting into contact with NEAF without getting the attention of them."

The bells outside range softly as the wind blew. A cloud over the sun plunged the tower's interior momentarily into a dim colourful twilight, before the light reappeared serenely like heavenly clouds.
“Very well the, One and the Feng is most willing to take the risk too and is most glad that North Electrica is of the same opinion.” The Empress smiled. “A war with Jezabelstien is most unpreferably and one would prefer, and make sure it shall never happen."
The Empress inclined her head. "Shall we contact the NEAF?”

--- Areni Kuz, Zaerai Island---

Niqel Jozne wakes up in the half-collapsed massive airport hangar. He crawls out from a small hut he and his companions have made out of the large pieces of concrete that once was part of the hangar. The other part of the hangar is so old that even the plants have started taking over it. He sees numerous similar shelters with bedrolls inside. People are lying next to small campfires near each shelter. One person is sitting and sharpening his knife while the others are chatting with each other.

There is a big, open tent in the very corner of the hangar with several bedrolls and other furniture, like crates & tables. That's the home for Sani Nielor, the current leader of the Raiders and Areni Kuz-settlement. He was the one who led the Jazkovnians to victory and took over this military base and enslaved 70% of all Kuzians on the island. He is very known all over the island and has been participating in many large-scale conflicts and raids. Due to his fame, there is always 5 armed guards always guarding him. Niqel is the commander of the armies and is the best friends with Sani.

Sani stands up and kicks his rusty steel chair on the corner, almost flipping it over. He walks over to Niqel and sits next to him.

Sani: You know what pal?

Niqel: Aye, what is it?

Sani looked excited and took slowly his knife out, carving something on ground.

Sani: I think it's time for us to cause true havoc to those Kjareladians and Trinians.

Niqel: And how we're supposed to do that without harming our Zyzarni and slave trade anymore?

Sani: Well. I got an answer for you... A night raid...

Niqel: A night raid? But isn't there quite a lot of those predators around during night?

Sani: Yes, but if we move fast enough, they won't get to us.

Niqel: Hmph... What is your plan then? We're just rampaging over and killing everyone?

Sani laughed out loud and puts his knife down.

Sani: Very funny. My plan is this: We take out the guards that seems to be continuously guarding in front of their wall and at the watchtower. We're going to use bows and knives to silently kill them. I've also heard that they're packing their carts full of Zyzarni. If we manage to get the cart with us and burn their fields, we're going to make them poor in few months while we're prospering!

Niqel: Well, If that's your idea, then we're rolling out. How many men I need?

Sani: Take 10 best soldiers you can find. We need this to go smoothly.

Niqel nodded and left the hangar to outside, which was full of tents and shelters. He took 10 armed soldiers with him and walked into the forest. It might take a day or two for them to reach their destination due to the harsh nature.

27 hours later...

Niqel and his men were sitting behind two large rocks next to the outskirts of the Vurzi Jarlema I. Niqel looked over the rock with a bow and saw a single guard in the watchtower. He took a quick aim and released an arrow. The arrow hits the guard straight to head killing him instantly.

Niqel: Let's go boys.

Niqel whispered to others who started heading slowly towards the gates. A single guard was patrolling the gate, which was soon killed by an arrow shot on the head. Niqel and other men leaned on the wooden/scrap metal fence and observed the insides of the base from small holes in the fence. One of the men saw a cart full of Zyzarni bags.

Soldier1: I see the cart.

The man whispered to Niqel.

Niqel: Get it, quickly. You others, proceed to start the fires.

Niqel whispered to his men. One of them quickly ran inside the base and carried the cart away, heading straight to the forest. Niqel took a fire bottle and threw it on the hangar. He kept lighting more fire bottles and threw them on the shelters. As Niqel was running back to forest, he already saw massive Zyzarni farms on flames. The Kjarlemadians woke up in complete chaos. People were burning alive and running away from the fire.

-----------------------------------------------

Maqner Innum rushed to the center of the base with a light machine gun, observing the area attempting to find the people behind the attack.

Maqner: Raid alarm! Raid alarm! Wake up, everyone! We're being raided!

He shouted as loud as he could. He rushed outside the fence and saw the burning Zyzarni fields and the dead guards. He quickly ran back inside the base and woke up Jano Isnua, the leader of the settlement.

Maqner: Wake up! Someone is destroying our fields!

Jano Isnua looked confused, as he stood up and took his assault rifle. They both ran back to the outskirts to see the flames.

Jano: F*cking Raiders... any casualties?

Maqner: I believe several dead guards and 8 civilians dead by the fire. They also stole our trading carts full of Zyzarni...

Jano: Hmph... Make these flames go off by any means. We're going to do a visit with our Jazkovnian friends soon.

Maqner: Okay sir...

Maqner went rushing back to the center of the base, shouting people to get water buckets to extinguish the fire.

Feng Dynasty wrote:The Empress smiled. “A war with Jezabelstien is most unpreferably and one would prefer, and make sure it shall never happen."
The Empress inclined her head. "Shall we contact the NEAF?”

It was in that singular moment I knew he had to die, fists felt too obvious, I needed him out quick... I think we both regretted how it went, but I was still standing in spite of the god-awful bruise on my head.
I really should of thought better on the follow up, my feet yanked back and one arm pulled into some kind of hold behind me, they were shouting, I was shouting, free arm had enough leverage to allow a swipe to his friend's face but the one now behind me was probably the deepest regret.
Surprise was all I had...

Natiliae jerked awake in the hall, the unfamiliar surrounds spurred a panicked breathing before the past day caught up, her chest thumped painfully as she looked back and forth across the ornately furnished room, "...they just left me here?... bastards the lot of them." she murdered as she stood up slowly.
She pulled open her bag and dragged one of her spare shirts across her face to mop up the cold sweat before she dumped the damp cloth back upon her bag, she breathed deep and looked out across the hall once more, "I need to make a call."
With a calming yawn she traversed the halls with a casual stride, a whistle carried through the building as she stopped to inspect some of the drapes upon the wall, "And they say we're werid..."
Her languid pace eventually carried her to the plaza where the jet still sat upon the blasted black stone, the familiar scent of burnt air and fuel calmed the last of her nerves as she clambered up the small bare-bones ladder and opened the canopy.
Natiliae flicked a switch and grasped the spindly padded headset in her other hand, the dark screen flickered to life as many indicators flashed across the console, with one side of the headphones against her ear she began to speak loudly, "This is Maven One to anyone listening, someone respond please..."
"Admiral!" came the immediate crackling response, "What's going on?"
With puffed out cheeks she began to recount the events so far... "In short I'm thinking they're going to try something, so we should at least act like we're onto thier game... bit of pressure to the throat and maybe they'll think twice about keeping me in the dark."
"What kind of pressure you thinking, sir?"
Natiliae pondered for a long moment, "The Delusions are taking sea trials in the area right?... I figure they'll be more than enough."
"I'll pass it on, sir."
"Alright, I'm out... I'll know when they get here."
She glanced back along the plaza before she threw the headset into the seat and turned the electronics off again, with a lazy step she tromped down the ladder as the canopy slid shut behind her, she glanced back in the direction of the holding hall before with a hearty shrug, she set forth on exploring the fengese palace while a thousand miles away two dark ships began to turn.

Jezabelstien wrote:It was in that singular moment I knew he had to die, fists felt too obvious, I needed him out quick... I think we both regretted how it went, but I was still standing in spite of the god-awful bruise on my head.
I really should of thought better on the follow up, my feet yanked back and one arm pulled into some kind of hold behind me, they were shouting, I was shouting, free arm had enough leverage to allow a swipe to his friend's face but the one now behind me was probably the deepest regret.
Surprise was all I had...

Natiliae jerked awake in the hall, the unfamiliar surrounds spurred a panicked breathing before the past day caught up, her chest thumped painfully as she looked back and forth across the ornately furnished room, "...they just left me here?... bastards the lot of them." she murdered as she stood up slowly.
She pulled open her bag and dragged one of her spare shirts across her face to mop up the cold sweat before she dumped the damp cloth back upon her bag, she breathed deep and looked out across the hall once more, "I need to make a call."
With a calming yawn she traversed the halls with a casual stride, a whistle carried through the building as she stopped to inspect some of the drapes upon the wall, "And they say we're werid..."
Her languid pace eventually carried her to the plaza where the jet still sat upon the blasted black stone, the familiar scent of burnt air and fuel calmed the last of her nerves as she clambered up the small bare-bones ladder and opened the canopy.
Natiliae flicked a switch and grasped the spindly padded headset in her other hand, the dark screen flickered to life as many indicators flashed across the console, with one side of the headphones against her ear she began to speak loudly, "This is Maven One to anyone listening, someone respond please..."
"Admiral!" came the immediate crackling response, "What's going on?"
With puffed out cheeks she began to recount the events so far... "In short I'm thinking they're going to try something, so we should at least act like we're onto thier game... bit of pressure to the throat and maybe they'll think twice about keeping me in the dark."
"What kind of pressure you thinking, sir?"
Natiliae pondered for a long moment, "The Delusions are taking sea trials in the area right?... I figure they'll be more than enough."
"I'll pass it on, sir."
"Alright, I'm out... I'll know when they get here."
She glanced back along the plaza before she threw the headset into the seat and turned the electronics off again, with a lazy step she tromped down the ladder as the canopy slid shut behind her, she glanced back in the direction of the holding hall before with a hearty shrug, she set forth on exploring the fengese palace while a thousand miles away two dark ships began to turn.

“What a mess” A man told, “The teahouse rushes to work after this sudden... guest arrives, then insists on performing the task even more meticulously when they hear it is a Jezabel dignitary, then we find out that there are no servants attending to the drawing chamber where the guest is-”

“Well who can blame them? The Jezabel are intimidating... if there is so much as a hair- oh”

The servants fall silent as they see Nat. They approached her and knelt hastily, trays of cake and tea in their hands.
“F-forgive us, your sudden appearance caused quite a stir.... Our disorganisation is our own fault, that a guest of her grace would be bored enough to leave the drawing chamber....”

Northern utopian ice hockey federation

NUIHF CHAMPIONSHIPS ARE STARTING!

After the interesting games were finished in Division I championships and AusValia & Greater Autenheim getting their well-deserved promotion, it's finally time to start the big games! It's once again the time when the best hockey nations are facing each other with one mission: Win the NUIHF World Championships.

In the 6th season, we're having quite an interesting set of teams in both groups. These competing teams are listed below:

Group A
Nordic democratic republic
Serbatijan empire
North Electrica
United Kuzikstan
United brennia
Quziq

Group B:

The Soviet state of Svalbard
United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor
Grenopia
Jadefall
Italian canada
Corlenia

We wish the best of luck to all the teams!

If you want to watch the games live, go to YouTube and Subscribe the channel "Northern Utopian Ice Hockey League"!

OOC:

Map Update Notice:

Removed Nations:
-Great Autenheim
-Skeld

Added Nations:
Bortalandet
Agife
The united kingdom of bahnreich

New Features & Changes
-Coastline Multipolygon Permanent and Format Changes
-Southern Andulsia Coastline Change
-Huazheng is now part of Feng Dynasty
-Color Change
-Font Change
-Night/Military Mode
-Maritime Borders
-Map Application Form Changes

Cartography Department

Grenopia, Bortalandet, and Railache

Feng Dynasty wrote:“F-forgive us, your sudden appearance caused quite a stir.... Our disorganisation is our own fault, that a guest of her grace would be bored enough to leave the drawing chamber....”

Natiliae nearly blundered into the kneeling men, she stared at them kneeling while awkwardly fumbling with her cigarette, "Uhh... those for me?" she asked as she knelt down to pick up one of the cups of tea, "This better be decaf." she muttered as she drunk a mouthful, she stilled for a moment and remarked a confused, "It's a bit watery..." before she finished the cup in its entirety.
After a few moments of contemplation she finally asked, "So you guys know what's cooking?... nobody's giving me the time of day."

OOC: There's some ambiguous stuff that requires timestamps, so if anyone has questions, please let me know)

Somewhere Between the Strait of Sicilia and the Czech Strait

Diplomatic/Military Mission to Frontera

The sun rose over the horizon, the shining golden light coming against the calm grey sea. The salty ocean smell filled the air around them, the calm waves which lie ahead interrupted by millions of tons of steel. A massive fleet moving through the serenity, gargantuan cannons laying dormant like a bear in its rest, ready to awaken and bare its fangs at those who dare oppose it. There was reason not to oppose such a force, The Atlas sit in its middle, cruising at a smooth twenty knots. The pride of the High Seas Fleet, it was unopposable to all but few vessels. The warship had been traveling to the Fronteran Republic for some time on a mission of military aide and diplomatic deployments, the republic presented a prime ground to set up a sphere of military influence and perhaps a place to gain a foothold in the Wasaruan continent.
Upon the bridge was former Commander Karu, now wearing a sleek navy blue uniform, an officers cap emblazoned with The Atlas riding the waves. After his actions in the Fengese Kingdom, he was also awarded with the prestige position of the new rank of Commandant of the Conqueror, Helmsman of The Atlas, a position which earned him both respect, envy, and fear from his colleagues in the High Seas Fleet. His first mission after the diplomatic mission in The Dynasty was to head to the Fronteran Republic with Battlegroup Atlas and establish the Atlan presence in Fronteran, offer military and diplomatic protection and ensure some demands were met.

The Commandant stood at the helm, looking out at the golden waves which flowed in the early morning. It was not often one would see beautiful seas such as this or the beautiful blue sky and golden sun in Atlas, the dark clouds often cleared few times a year, so the Commandant relished in its beauty with a smile. Of course, the golden sea and sun reminded him of other things, things which he missed dearly, a beauty unmatched by many...He snapped back to himself and blinked a few times as the made their way to the exit of the Old Lake Sea, the Czech Strait coming into sight...

(Tag: New Republic of Frontera)

It has been now more than 4 months since the war has ended. Joseph looks at the window of Omni City. Despite the destructive nature of the war, reconstruction has been incredibly fast with projections saying that total construction should be complete by the end of September. He is not surprised, whenever something horrible happens to Astana-Anders, they usually fix it with incredible speed. Heck, just 5 months after the Anderian Revolution, which destroyed more than 70% of the land, everything was rebuilt even better than before.

"Sir, what shall we do now that we are back in power?" Ask Chief Diplomat Prussia Werdin. "... I want their to be a Northern Utopian union. Ask, when they are free, if Feng Dynasty, United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor, and North Electrica if they wish to help us create an everlasting union between the nations of this region." Said Joseph. "I will telegram this as soon as possible." Said Prussia. "Also, send one to The Atlas Archipelago, I want a peace treaty with them." Said Joseph. "Yes sir." Replied Prussia.

The Atlas Archipelago wrote:OOC: There's some ambiguous stuff that requires timestamps, so if anyone has questions, please let me know)

Somewhere Between the Strait of Sicilia and the Czech Strait

Diplomatic/Military Mission to Frontera

The sun rose over the horizon, the shining golden light coming against the calm grey sea. The salty ocean smell filled the air around them, the calm waves which lie ahead interrupted by millions of tons of steel. A massive fleet moving through the serenity, gargantuan cannons laying dormant like a bear in its rest, ready to awaken and bare its fangs at those who dare oppose it. There was reason not to oppose such a force, The Atlas sit in its middle, cruising at a smooth twenty knots. The pride of the High Seas Fleet, it was unopposable to all but few vessels. The warship had been traveling to the Fronteran Republic for some time on a mission of military aide and diplomatic deployments, the republic presented a prime ground to set up a sphere of military influence and perhaps a place to gain a foothold in the Wasaruan continent.
Upon the bridge was former Commander Karu, now wearing a sleek navy blue uniform, an officers cap emblazoned with The Atlas riding the waves. After his actions in the Fengese Kingdom, he was also awarded with the prestige position of the new rank of Commandant of the Conqueror, Helmsman of The Atlas, a position which earned him both respect, envy, and fear from his colleagues in the High Seas Fleet. His first mission after the diplomatic mission in The Dynasty was to head to the Fronteran Republic with Battlegroup Atlas and establish the Atlan presence in Fronteran, offer military and diplomatic protection and ensure some demands were met.

The Commandant stood at the helm, looking out at the golden waves which flowed in the early morning. It was not often one would see beautiful seas such as this or the beautiful blue sky and golden sun in Atlas, the dark clouds often cleared few times a year, so the Commandant relished in its beauty with a smile. Of course, the golden sea and sun reminded him of other things, things which he missed dearly, a beauty unmatched by many...He snapped back to himself and blinked a few times as the made their way to the exit of the Old Lake Sea, the Czech Strait coming into sight...

(Tag: New Republic of Frontera)

Fairy Encounter
Above the calm golden sea, just within the rising sun, two black dots seem to be growing bigger and bigger. Before Karu could make out what he was seeing, the radar started beeping. The two dots turn out to be stealth jets going beyond Mach 3. The two planes fly as they mirror movements of each other like a performance. As the sun continues to rise, the outline and the reflective white plating of the uniquely designed aircraft could be seen clearly to the naked eye. Flying closely to the Atlas fleet, showing off their morphing fairy-like wings and its Pupatorian rune-filled white surface. The contrast between the reflecting white surface and dark grey runes makes its texture stands out even more.
The high G turns they perform would normally be enough to knock a pilot unconscious, yet it was capable of doing so repeatedly and elegantly. That was when Karu realize these planes weren't manned. They were UAVs.
The two mythical-like planes make one last turn above the Atlas fleet as they let out a smooth and soft sound similar that to a whistle before they return to the white pillar on the horizon, the Rias International Space Elevator.

URN-RAN Joint Fleet, 1st Gorgon Strike Group
The returned F-XR-EI²s lands themselves on the RAN (DDH) Futsuhama of the Taihou-Class as another pair takes off on the URN (DDV) Augustine of the Aoshima-Class.
An unusual combination of manned and unmanned vessels surrounded the two Heavy aviation destroyers.
"The location of the unknown fleet has been confirmed by the reconnaissance units. Awaiting your orders."
First officer Jean Hartmann reported to Captain Fujimori Ritsuha who was observing the flight deck of the destroyer.
"So it wasn't an equipment error that a 70,000+ ton warship is passing through the Czech Strait, Hartmann?"
"Sir, the vessel in question is estimated to be 400m in length. Judging from the fleet composition, it is certainly not Jezabelstienian origin."
"Notify R.I.S.E. and the URN 2nd Fleet. Tell the Gorgon and Aegis DDGs to be on standby."
Captain Fujimori Ritsuha sighed after giving the orders. He then moves away from the window and moves toward the communications.
"This is the RAN Futsuhama of Rikuran Armed Navy part of the URN-RAN joint fleet, state the name of your ship and your purposes."

The Atlas Archipelago wrote:"I-If I might ask" he said while looking back at the woman, "who are you all?"

"There'll be time for introductions later, get on the truck and don't piss yourself." She replied as she slapped a heavy hand upon his shoulder and dragged his gaze to the still burning truck, "Oh... well they'll put that out soon." she remarked as she gave Oliver a playful kick to the backside, "Go on, go!"
Atlas soldiers were still being pulled out by the roughly dressed militia, the corpses unceremoniously stripped of any functional equipment as one of the trucks tied down a mostly intact mech from the smashed vehicle pool.
It all came to a final flurry of activity as everyone rushed back to the convoy of vehicles, looted equipment, clothes and shoes piled into the back with the still shocked Atlan soldiers confronted with some of their saviours wearing the still warm clothes of their recently deceased colleagues.
The girl from before bumped into Oliver as she swung a hemp-weave bag filled to the brim with pistols across his legs and sat way too close, before the man could remark on her lop-sided wearing of an officers cap the truck roared to life and the giant diesel engine drowned out any and all conversation.
Stomachs lurched as the heavy vehicle rose and fell across the giant dunes, the open back revealed the still burning battlefield as it receded behind every wave of sand... more than a few people had emptied their guts by the time the ride finally evened out, a large paved road visible through the convoy's headlights.
Hours seemed to pass in the stuffy back of the overgrown truck, the unrelenting stench of vomit and fuel mixed with the engine's heat and created a tormenting atmosphere for Oliver, but before he passed out the truck swerved harshly and pulled to a stop...
One by one the scraggly dressed people clambered out the back, the full stock of scavenged Atlas and JEC hardware crammed into bags of all shapes and sizes, assault rifles and parts of silver men stuck out of backpacks with one muscled woman hauling the stripped down rig of an anti-aircraft cannon.
The girl nudged Oliver in the side with a wide grin as she adjusted the officer's cap, "Name's Junebug by the way... welcome to Jezabel!" before she scrambled out after the rest, bag of pistols in tow.
Outside the truck the full extent of the night's convoy was lined up against a giant concrete building, thousands of people dressed in unmatched and mixed up clothes poured over the scavenged supplies as a small crew of white-cloaked individuals dragged a scintillating red orb from the back of one of the smaller trucks, in the distance a giant wall blocked out the rising sun as the silhouettes of dozens of anti-aircraft batteries loomed in the shadows.
Junebug had set about presenting the hemp bag of guns to a small table where two old women sat, she conversed with them in a broken Candorian accent as the injured militia and surviving soldiers were dragged to white-painted tents under a concrete roof.

As the days passed an no reply is made from either Feng Dynasty, North Electrica, or United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor, Joseph realizes that they are too busy. "Hmm. I will get back to them when they respond back." Said Joseph looking outside his balcony. "Sir, what shall I do now?" Asked Prussia. "... Send a telegram to Jezabelstien. They are a huge nation and would be a invaluable ally to us. Ask them if they have time if they would be interested in helping us set up a Northern Utopian Union." Said Joseph. "Aye sir." Said Prussia going off to make the telegram.

Astana-Anders wrote:Ask them if they have time if they would be interested in helping us set up a Northern Utopian Union." Said Joseph. "Aye sir." Said Prussia going off to make the telegram.

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Lake perseverance and Astana-Anders

Jezabelstien wrote:Natiliae nearly blundered into the kneeling men, she stared at them kneeling while awkwardly fumbling with her cigarette, "Uhh... those for me?" she asked as she knelt down to pick up one of the cups of tea, "This better be decaf." she muttered as she drunk a mouthful, she stilled for a moment and remarked a confused, "It's a bit watery..." before she finished the cup in its entirety.
After a few moments of contemplation she finally asked, "So you guys know what's cooking?... nobody's giving me the time of day."

“No more than mid-morning, my liege”, the servant replied, still on his knees like the others around him. “Watery? That is owing to um... it wasn’t- ready yet”

The servants bowed his head. “If it is this one you so wish to punish, it shall be-“

“Now, now, please don’t be too hard on our servants.” A new voice lilted out. “They do their best, after all~”
Every breath seemed falteringly sweet, her voice delicate like some slender flute’s song. Her robes were a pale pink and violet, trailing the floor seven feet. Behind her stretched an even longer entourage of robed attendants bearing gilded ornaments, silk banners, and high sceptre-like fans of peacock feathers.

The lady bowed, smiling, her servants sinking to a kneel behind her. “Princess Rongchang (榮昌). Rong for flourishing, prosperous glory, and Chang for beautiful and lovely sunlight, twin sister of the Empress”
Indeed her features were quite a sight: like some delicate chrysanthemum swaying lightly in the breeze.

United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor wrote:Fairy Encounter
Above the calm golden sea, just within the rising sun, two black dots seem to be growing bigger and bigger. Before Karu could make out what he was seeing, the radar started beeping. The two dots turn out to be flying stealth jets going beyond Mach 3. The two planes fly as mirror movements of each other like a performance. As the sun continues to rise, the outline and the reflective white plating of the uniquely designed aircraft could be seen clearly to the naked eye. Flying closely to the Atlas fleet, showing off their morphing fairy-like wings and its Pupatorian rune-filled white surface. The contrast between the reflecting white surface and dark grey runes makes its texture stands out more.
The high G turns they perform would normally be enough to knock a pilot unconscious, yet it was capable of doing so repeatedly and elegantly. That was when Karu realize these planes weren't manned. They were UAVs.
The two mythical-like planes make one last turn above the Atlas fleet as they let out a smooth and soft sound similar that to a whistle before they return to the white pillar on the horizon, the Rias International Space Elevator.

URN-RAN Joint Fleet, 1st Gorgon Strike Group
The returned F-XR-EI²s lands themselves on the RAN (DDH) Futsuhama of the Taihou-Class as another pair takes off on the URN (DDV) Augustine of the Aoshima-Class.
An unusual combination of manned and unmanned vessels surrounded the two Heavy aviation destroyers.
"The location of the unknown fleet has been confirmed by the reconnaissance units. Awaiting your orders."
First officer Jean Hartmann reported to Captain Fujimori Ritsuha who was observing the flight deck of the destroyer.
"So it wasn't an equipment error that a 70,000+ ton warship is passing through the Czech Strait, Hartmann?"
"Sir, the vessel in question is estimated to be 400m in length. Judging from the fleet composition, it is certainly not Jezabelstienian origin."
"Notify R.I.S.E. and the URN 2nd Fleet. Tell the Gorgon and Aegis DDGs to be on standby."
Captain Fujimori Ritsuha sighed after giving the orders. He then moves away from the window and moves toward the communications.
"This is the RAN Futsuhama of Rikuran Armed Navy part of the URN-RAN joint fleet, state the name of your ship and your purposes."

Just South of the Czech Strait

Encounter With URN-RAN

"Sir, incoming transmission from the RAN Futsuhama. Requesting our name and purposes." piped the Comms Officer, Karu turning to him and sighing. "That must've been what those UAVs were scouting for, hell." The Commandant stormed over to the Communications Section, picking up the mic and flipping the receiver. "Transmission to RAN Futsuhama, this is a transmission from the SUS Atlas. This is Battlegroup Atlas on a mission to the Republic of Frontera" Karu flipped the receiver and turned back to the Comms Officer "We need to prepare for the worst, get the fleet on Red-3" On the superstructure, three bright lights flashed red three times, all the surface vessel responding with the same symbol. Missiles would be prepped and defenses readied as they prepared for the worst possible situation.
Passing through the strait, the fleet pushed forward faster now, speeding up to 20 knots. The Atlas was surrounded by the battlegroup who was now prepared to defend the warship from a submersible, surface, or airborne threat.

Jezabelstien wrote:

Junebug had set about presenting the hemp bag of guns to a small table where two old women sat, she conversed with them in a broken Candorian accent as the injured militia and surviving soldiers were dragged to white-painted tents under a concrete roof.

Oliver had barely met the woman and was dazed and confused, hundreds of thousands of his brothers had just died around him and they were telling him to hop into a massive diesel death rover while they scavenged his brothers. He turned to the woman but she nonchalantly popped him in the ass and told him to get on the vehicle. He had climbed into the back and had noticed a collection of unfamiliar people mixed with his brothers-in-arms who were now just as clamored as the ones that surrounded them. He sighed heavily and sat on a hard steel bench of sorts, and before he could close his eyes to clear his head of the carnage which had taken place not even last hour, a heavy bag was tossed onto his lap and a person sat waist-to-waist with Oliver. He opened his eyes and glanced to the person who sat beside him, the woman from before. He looked at the cap on her head and, before remarking on it, the powerful engines roared to life with a deafening noise, the wretched smell of vomit, fuel, and heat filling the cabin area. Oliver gagged before breathing slowly, the smell becoming accustom to his nose. The ride there had been hot, stuffy, and uncomfortable as the unfamiliar woman sat next to him, he groin weighed down by the woven back which held an assortment of handguns. Oliver looked at his hand which was covered in a mixture of soft jungle dirt, blood, and bruises. On his ring finger was the beautiful ring, a simple ring, but beautiful. He used nearly an entire half year's salary to get married, a wedding, rings, and all. The more he thought about it, the more he really thought he would never make it back to his wife, son, or bakery. The vehicle suddenly swerved, the ecstatic smile of the woman's face from the swerve not matching his own as she stated her name. An odd name indeed, but he nodded at her remark...Jezabel, huh? He hopped out of the vehicle behind her and followed her to the table which sat the women, looking around at the surroundings, unfamiliar, gargantuan, and...welcoming?

Jezabelstien wrote:TACIT DOWNLINK IN EFFECT...
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Thank you for applying for the Pact of the Eternal Rose, to follow up on your request please head to any available Foreign Affairs Office and request forms I9-02 (Green) 'International Interview Request' and I8-03 (Orange) 'Eternal Rose Application'.
Praise Irene.

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"Pact of Eternal Rose?" Said Joseph with uncertainty. "It must mean they are interested and will most likely accept our proposal of a Northern Utopian Union." Said Prussia. "Well, if it means I get one step closer towards the end goal of a Northern Utopian Union, it is worth the risk. Go immediately to Jezabelstien and file whatever paperwork they want." Said Joseph. Now, Prussia is heading toward Jezabelstien.

The united kingdom of bahnreich

The walls which surrounded Rothersbrough rose high, Brackhold International sat on a large clearing of land which was now an airport, the busiest within the United Kingdom which pooled millions of cubic tons of cargo and passengers every day. It was, to say the least, comical that the Jezabelstienians were venturing into the United Kingdom for a diplomatic envoy of sorts. While the nation wasn't keen on having them here, it would be tarnishing to the Royal name and the nation's dignity to refuse an envoy which sought to address possible issues with Bahnreich, of which there were many present. The aerostat was being prepared by air hands as the massive Siege Leviathan loomed closer, descending upon horrified citizens, watchful guards, and keen intellects. As the moorings came down, a small motorcade sped onto the aerostat, obviously late for their arrival but still showing up in a manner. The motorcade consisted of four mid-sized business vehicles straight out of the seventies, it would quickly become obvious to the Jezabel Dignitaries that the jokes of Bahnreich both simultaneously being in the modern age while stuck in the seventies weren't jokes, it was the true reality that the stark contrast between technologies in the nation were horridly obvious. In the second to front vehicle, two men stepped out in business casual suits, Dexter Emerson and Isaac DeLeon; Foreign Minister and Proposed Ambassador of Jezabel, respectively. Both had looked visibly distraught as both had just woken up scant hours ago and hastily composed a motorcade, meeting, dinner, and dance for the Jezabel Dignitaries. While it was hasty, the theatrics were in order and the wealth of the Royal Family would not be forlorn in this event. The motorcade was also accompanied by three suburban vehicles which had armed guards along with four motor mercs to escort the motorcade. Whether they were to protect the motorcade or to protect the Harman's from the Jezabel folk was the question that went unanswered. Dexter approached the gangplank as the Dignitaries descended down it, Dexter giving a bow and smiling, albeit fake, but smiling as one does.

"I give my good mornings to you both" He extended a hand to Perry and his aide Neriah, who introduced themselves with a shake. "My names is Dexter Emerson, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the United Kingdom of Great Harmouth." Isaac also held out a hand and smiled. "And I am Isaac DeLeon, de facto and proposed Ambassador to Jezabelstien." Both would mentally remark that when dignitaries brought a woman with them, they were usually for the more...curt means of pleasure, but this woman didn't look like that kind of woman, these two were people of military stature. However, the man looked less-than-excited to be here, stressed and more interested in his mug than the mission at hand. Dexter moved aside and began leading the two to the motorcade, opening the door as he spoke. "We at the United Kingdom are delighted to have you here, our first destination for our talks will be a breakfast at Royal Hall of Hampton. What can I interest you both in? Fine Harman cuisine or a request of your own?" By this point, all four had entered the mid-sized vehicle and were moving from the airport.

18 Hours Later:

It took 18 hours to get from Astana-Anders, Omni City International Travel to the Hall of Irene Global Airport, but now revered Chief Diplomat Prussia Werdin was finally in Jezabelstien. He drove all the way toward the Foreign Affairs' Office. "Good evening sir, how may I help you?" Said the female secretary. "I am looking to fill our forms I9-02 Green and I8-03 Orange please and thank you." Said Prussia Werdin. "Okay, just ask me what nation you are from." Asked the secretary. "The Grand Federal Republic of Astana-Anders." Said Prussia Werdin. "Okay then. You are all set." Now all Prussia has to do is stay in Jezabelstien and wait.

Meiji japan 1

Post by Meiji japan 1 suppressed by United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor.

Hello, no I’m not dead. I plan on becoming more active within the next couple days. Work and life have kept me busy but thankfully things are slowing down enough for me to have more free time.

Astana-Anders wrote:18 Hours Later:

It took 18 hours to get from Astana-Anders, Omni City International Travel to the Hall of Irene Global Airport, but now revered Chief Diplomat Prussia Werdin was finally in Jezabelstien. He drove all the way toward the Foreign Affairs' Office. "Good evening sir, how may I help you?" Said the female secretary. "I am looking to fill our forms I9-02 Green and I8-03 Orange please and thank you." Said Prussia Werdin. "Okay, just ask me what nation you are from." Asked the secretary. "The Grand Federal Republic of Astana-Anders." Said Prussia Werdin. "Okay then. You are all set." Now all Prussia has to do is stay in Jezabelstien and wait.

The sparse wood-walled office carried the scent of dry coffee with the air abuzz with the dull hum of flourescent lamps, the wooden facade did little to mask the heavy bulkheads that held the giant building above in place as behind a glass-fronted desk a mostly bored woman dressed in a casual shirt as her official coat slung from the chair behind her, her eyes glanced up at Prussia as he approached with the forms in hand.
She rapped on the heavy dark cream keyboard a few times before she leaned over to accept the paperwork, she muttered out the questions as she trailed over them with a pen before scribbling an excuse of a signature and slamming a nearly dry stamp down upon the form, "Mr. Werdin was it?" she asked as her hands returned to the keyboard, "Standard procedure is to point you at the hall but I wouldn't bother trying to get in today."

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USEID: MISTYM22

I've got a someone from some place I've never heard of asking about joining the ROSE thing, are we still doing that?

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Most of the internal stuff is gathering dust, are they serious?

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He's staring at me like I know something, so I guess it is?

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Officiate on it and file it away, can we run a background on whoever these guys are?

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Some place called Astana-Andyland.

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Oh hell, them... well tell them the rules and if they hang about just file it.

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Feels like a bad idea.

The woman rubbed her eyes as she turned from the screen, "So the standard Pact rules apply in full force, you will be considered on a probationary period until the form goes through in two to... six days, you'll be expected to provide an envoy and gifts for Irene." she recounted from memory in a dull monotone, "Do you accept?"

The united kingdom of bahnreich wrote: "We at the United Kingdom are delighted to have you here, our first destination for our talks will be a breakfast at Royal Hall of Hampton. What can I interest you both in? Fine Harman cuisine or a request of your own?" By this point, all four had entered the mid-sized vehicle and were moving from the airport.

Perry glanced back at the grey dressed woman behind him before he stared down at his half-empty mug, "Well I'm Perry Smith, Chief Coordinator of the Justice and Protection Directory and Director of the CEC... this is... Neriah." he stated with a confused tone as the woman lightly bowed, "I'll get to the point, we noticed some extreme damage to your power generation capacity and felt it would be in our best interests to reduce the risk of potential unrest and hopefully sooth some sour ties." Perry continued as he walked towards the offered vehicle, "Do you do soup?... I feel like some soup."
Neriah remained stoic and silent despite the heavy bundles of folders slung under each arm...

The united kingdom of bahnreich

Dexter's face became confused but he cleared his throat and nodded. "I'm afraid you stand correct, the Oliver Dam Hydroelectric Generation Station was subject to a terrorist attack. A matter like this must...this type of matter must be taken with His Majesty, the King. However, I can assist you in our currently sour ties." The motorcade was now entering city center, pulling closer to the Royal Hall. "Soup is more than manageable, any specific type you'd like? And you, miss?" The motorcade stopped in front of the Royal Hall, it rose in grandeur, spreading wide with pillars, fine marble, granite, and concrete. Atop was a large dome, high above sat a dragon emblem, visible until they came under the pillars and to the door. Two servants bowed as they opened the doors, dressed finely in suits with tailcoats. "Dignitaries of Jezabel, I welcome you to the Royal Hall of Hampton." The Royal hall was massive inside, beautiful marble floor with deep mahogany interior mixed with hanging crystal chandeliers, enough paintings to fill the Fengese Hall of Art and enough servants to man a two battalions. "Right this way for your breakfast." Dexter and Isaac led the two into the large dining hall.

Jezabelstien

Jezabelstien wrote:The sparse wood-walled office carried the scent of dry coffee with the air abuzz with the dull hum of flourescent lamps, the wooden facade did little to mask the heavy bulkheads that held the giant building above in place as behind a glass-fronted desk a mostly bored woman dressed in a casual shirt as her official coat slung from the chair behind her, her eyes glanced up at Prussia as he approached with the forms in hand.
She rapped on the heavy dark cream keyboard a few times before she leaned over to accept the paperwork, she muttered out the questions as she trailed over them with a pen before scribbling an excuse of a signature and slamming a nearly dry stamp down upon the form, "Mr. Werdin was it?" she asked as her hands returned to the keyboard, "Standard procedure is to point you at the hall but I wouldn't bother trying to get in today."

TACIT2/FAOFF/OFF/COMM/INT...
USEID: MISTYM22

I've got a someone from some place I've never heard of asking about joining the ROSE thing, are we still doing that?

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Most of the internal stuff is gathering dust, are they serious?

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He's staring at me like I know something, so I guess it is?

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Officiate on it and file it away, can we run a background on whoever these guys are?

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Some place called Astana-Andyland.

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Oh hell, them... well tell them the rules and if they hang about just file it.

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Feels like a bad idea.

The woman rubbed her eyes as she turned from the screen, "So the standard Pact rules apply in full force, you will be considered on a probationary period until the form goes through in two to... six days, you'll be expected to provide an envoy and gifts for Irene." she recounted from memory in a dull monotone, "Do you accept?"

This concerned Prussia. He was not expected to have another diplomat or gifts, as the last time this was happened back when The Empire of Astana-Anders and The Atlas Archipelago were still reactionary friends, 331 years ago. But he was committed to his job so he phoned Joseph. "Gifts!? What can we give to a nation that is one of the most powerful nations in the entire world right next to Grenopia?" Asked Joseph. "I do not know sir, how about some really unique things only native to us?" Said Prussia. "... Yeah that makes sense."

So after much bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo, they assembled 4 gifts for them. A rare and unique Anderian Fox with a deeply rich purple fur, one of the only two plasma cannons left after the Autocratic State of Astana-Anders was destroyed. A shelf of books containing books such as Emerging Governance; The Theory of Anti-Traditionalism and the original Crime and Punishment, and a highly advance robotic doctor, commonly used in hospitals.

After getting the word, Prussia agreed to the gifts requirement and also gave her a document containing the words (Draft Proposed by Astana-Anders: Northern Utopian Union Constitution). "Make sure they also take a look at it, my Lord President, Joseph also wishes to create an international union. Please and thank you." Said Prussia after sliding a couple hundred Liens toward the secretary. "This is not a bribe by the way, it is custom for diplomats to give money around like candy." Said Prussia before exiting the building then driving toward a hotel.

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