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That’s great news

Aratsyn wrote:

Nice!

We have come such a long way for this. Now we are on the road to hegemony!

We still have a long way to go until we have hegemony over NS. A very long way, but you are right, we have indeed come a long way.

Aratsyn wrote:

Fair enough,

One day we will reach hegemony

Indeed, hegemony is a nice idea - but perhaps an unlikely one.

Wow, This region is actually active again.

And we are talking about hegemony?

This is.... unexpected.

New alexland wrote:

Wow, This region is actually active again.

And we are talking about hegemony?

This is.... unexpected.

I know.

This is great!

Okay, I will entertain you with a poem. Don’t think to hard about it’s meaning now ;)

Nothing is new here

This world’s greed, hate, and fear

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There were hundreds others like this

Chaotic and weak that fell into my eternal bliss

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Partitions are nicked

It seems you I have picked

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Now I emphasize checks after the birth of Christ

To the letter even, thrice upon thrice

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Only then, irenic times

Shall follow my dastardly crimes

Ultior wrote:

It seems that Azcoristan is the reincarnation of Sand dan ath.

I was actually about to make the exact same comparison! Sand Dan Ath? Brings me back man...

I wonder if SDA will ever rejoin NS. I still remember his shakespearean death threats. Azcoristan's poem was disturbingly similar to the type of prose SDA used.

Greatest cofrienolls wrote:

It wasn't all that similar, the message was just similar.

The only part where the prose was similar was about the thrice upon thrice ; birth of Christ.

Also, Lorcan always wrote OOC, I am pretty sure that is IC. He also emphasized mysterious death, and macabre elements more.

True, however we haven’t had sinister poems in this region for ages, so you can’t really blame us for thinking of SDA, speaking of which, Is he ever going to come back to NS?

Aratsyn wrote:

I have a question: Who is SDA?

Do none of us have a dispatch on him?

Ultior... you explain. I have an appointment right now.

What are talking about today?

Azcoristan wrote:

There! message board revived, if only for a short while.
When someone provides a more indepth explanation of the elements in your own poem than you would...

Oh, poetry! I am a pretty sick poet - you should know.

Check this one out:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you (all)

You call also put “And Long live the Republic!” At the end as an alternative.

Barichvaria wrote:

Other Prerequisite RP Posts

Finally, things came to a head. “I came here to make for Bethelehem, to meet the prince of peace, and to see what lies beneath that star. I have faith - faith that God will save me from you - for I come to see the divine star - and to understand it’s purpose.” the King yelled loudly. He drew his sword once more and stood over Freidrich's unconscious body, his thick red hair flowing in the cold night's breeze shown brightly under the white light of the moon. "Have at thee!" he cried, running into the frey - a personal triumph over his weak and cowardly nature. His eyes glistened in the moonlight. But by the will of God, he slew Hun after Hun, and "Deus Vult!" he cried, as they often would say in Serbersia - the battle was quiet, but brutal, and horrifying - characterized by the glint of Ultiorek bronze, and Barichvarian steel glimmering in the moonlight. By morning, it was a massacre. But Friedrich had survived, as had he. But their survival was a miracle of fate as had an Ultiorek Courier not been intercepted by Huns, the regiment of Ultiorek that fought beside them would have returned southwards, leaving them to face the threat alone. That morning, under a blood-stained sun, the bodies were counted "131, 132, 133..." said an man counting the bodies. Then, that man started to cry. "This was my brother..." he wailed flopping on top of one of the fallen soldiers lined in the row. "Adonis, why?" he sobbed, repeating the deceased name before being torn away from him. The morning was a brutal reminder of the reality of war to the King, and would affect him for the rest of his life after he saw a Barichvarian girl, no older than six years of age, lying dead at their campsite, so full of merry wonder the night before, with an arrow through her back.

There was little he could do but cry alongside Friedrich now that he was awake. They wondered if it would even ever be worth it to travel to the star now, but in the end, they decided that the deaths of their fallen comrades could not be wasted - they must continue. They made their way through the Balkans, seeing the countryside become more and more Mediterranean, passing through Serbersian, then Agasarian, then Ultiorek villages, before arriving on the Southern coast of Ultior. "We would like to be taken across the great sea." King Luitpold said with lingering sorrow that had defined their journey since the massacre they had witnessed. "Very well." said the fisherman, then having the message relayed to the King through Friedrich. It was alien to him, being seen as a mere commoner after his entourage and riches stripped from him. As the warm Mediterranean coasts, with their seagulls, unique vegetation, and sea breeze were left behind, and Luitpold watched them slip over the horizon, he wondered if he ever should have come. Then, as he arrived on the coast of desert Israel, a new rhetoric filled him. He arrived in Bethlehem a day later.

Israel judea! My leader has arrived! Lets finish the Christmas RP!

Israel judea, I will personally go out of my way to have you banned if you take more than a day. This was supposed to end weeks ago.