Maybe just me, given the fact you are attacking my ally claiming to "assist your ally" when the war never even touched the Kampfian mainland in the first place. Wasn't your thing "Areosos and Nonscio protection" or something? Yea, the war's in Unistan, which makes even less sense.
But I'm just letting myself get baited.
Just know that, for us, the IL is becoming less the aspiring and true alliance it once was, and more a backstabing alliance.
^The above is solely for our nation, not others.
There was a whoosh, and suddenly...her surroundings were different. There was no warping of the world around her, no distortion of vision, no pain, not even a flash...just a sudden change in location. The area was snowing, but Aozora was thankful to note that someone was holding the door open for her. Sca again? Well, he does his job well. She entered the train, glad to be out of the cold, and took a seat, beginning to take a look at the book sheíd been given.
OOC: Sorry the long wait.
Yes. FTRP map.
Our colony may have been struck by the Devlonians, but we all felt the attack. Kampfian blood was spilled. Kampfian lives were lost. And the lives of hundreds, thousands possibly, have already been altered. As for protecting me, Osterreich's ally, he is protecting my shores from the nation of Abadong.
Decides to unite the Highlanders and Lowlanders into the Scottish Division
Fedele Fantoccini's hand felt cold and numb by the time the bottle rocket's gunpowder ignited so he didn't even feel the blast hit his palm as it took off, flying at the koala in a corkscrew motion.
"Come on, come on."
Fedele heard something in the bushes beside him and looked away just as the bottle rocket blasted the koala out of the tree. It was another koala, leaping into a sprint from its hiding place just a few feet away.
Fedele had no way of knowing if it was a girl but he had been told once that a woman would be the death of him so the assumption wasn't entirely out of line. It did, in fact, happen to be female.
When it was found out that rebels were attacking, did you do diplomacy?
No, you didn't.
I can sympathize with your plight. But not the fact that you and Devlon both used each other as an excuse to keep fighting when neither of you started this war.
But yes, I can see what you mean, remembering that Abadong directly attacked Kampfian fleets.
*The Peatiktistian representative looks up from 'his' arm, revealing a metallic face*
"Ah, so you'll be the meditator in this issue. Greetings. I am diplomatic unit DP-10. My primary function is negotiation. I hope this meeting will produce favorable results for both sides."
*His face is incapable of showing any emotion, but he seems eager to get this over with*
This is the map for Terra Roleplay, aka FTRP.
Red : Asia
White : Afrikana
Old Yugoslavia. Purple
Please download the map in full resolution and then spot claim before TG to me.
Tell the type of nation wanted to be tagged as. Choices above. And remember to tell the claim color and region
OOC: It is fine. I have been able to play some Minecraft on a server and absolutely slaughter people and win 1st place :)
Sca closes the door behind him. The whistle pierces the snowy air, as the train starts, a bit jerky at first, and it soon slowly crawls out of the station, gaining speed. It is soon speeding down the rails, pushing aside any debris or snow with the cowcatcher at the front, but the ride is a bit bumpy.
The train continues onwards, and is soon over the frozen not yet see-able Starry Sea. It disappears into the snowy taiga forest, as the blizzard whips aside. The train continues to speed along, and a tunnel is passed, then another. A bridge is crossed, the valley down below beings not visible in anyway.
It continues to thunder along down the tracks, but very soon, a large THUMP is heard as something hits the train, or more like, the training hitting something.
Aozora spent most of her time during the journey reading the book, occasionally letting out a small laugh when she reached a particularly funny portion. Examining ideologies like this was always entertaining. About the only one she would have found more ridiculous was democracy, which she despised on a fundamental level. Unity by deliberately allowing chaos...terrible. The communist equality thing is almost as bad, but not quite.
She recalled a conversation sheíd once had with Mayumi, the Speaker of Heaven, trying to explain to the girl how these ideologies worked. To the faithful of heaven, these heretical beliefs made no sense. They were too used to fanatical devotion to understand economics, let alone different economic systems, and political systems were no better. It confounded all of them. Omitsu understood best. Setsuko didnít much care, only seeing things in terms of strength. Aiko didnít understand at all, not that she minded with her perpetual lust for everyone. My followers are all crazy. Then again, I made them that way. And I can be...a little psychotic, sometimes. So really itís-
There was a loud thump. Had they hit something? It canít be ice. The tracks are resistant, right? So...what is it? On reflex, she conjured her weapon. ďWhatís going on now...Ē
Sca says "Probably just a-" He gets cut off, as about 20 more thumps go on the train, and Sca goes to the other passenger car, opening the window to see what he can even with the blizzard going on. He see's nothing, and he walks back in "I don't see any issues."
Thump thump thump thump, and many more thumps are heard, as suddenly the train jumps the tracks, flying off the rails, and tumbles down a cliff, the cars and its passengers being dragged down. After a lot of tumbles, crashes, cars flying off, metal and wood flying into pieces, the train tumbles to a stop at the bottom of the cliff. The engine is twisted into pieces, the wheels and pistons torn off, the smokestack in a twisted piece of metal, the boiler destroyed. The cab is just gone, the engineer killed. The coal tender is destroyed, coal everywhere, as the couple passenger cars are somehow a bit intact still...
As the man was interrupted, Aozora felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. This canít be from the blizzard...somethingís going on. And that something isnít good. When Sca said that there were no issues, she gave him an incredulous look. Impossible. Something has to be wrong. Curse this blizzard making everything invisible... More thumps, more and more, reminding Aozora of artillery fire more than anything else. On instinct, she braced herself.
For a fleeting moment, gravity seemed to abandon the world. As the train plummeted, Aozora found herself shoved into the roof, gripping her scythe firmly with both hands and twisting into a better position. She knew this sensation, she was falling. Iíve survived my counterpart. Iíve survived duels, and confrontations, and being shot and stabbed in every king. I am not allowing my life to come to an end because of a train ride!
In that moment, everything thundered. Her car, thankfully, did not tumble into oblivion, but she heard others crashing around her. Even with the ongoing blizzard, she could make out twisted mounds of metal slamming into the ground, much of the train a wreck. Some kind of red liquid splashed against the white ground, and she realised that the engineer was likely dead. Now in defensive stance, she raised her scythe. Could this be an accident? Itís possible. But Malice said the rails were prepared for a blizzard, and so I doubt that. The tracks must have been cut apart for this to happen, and that doesnít happen by accident. This was sabotage...
With little choice, she reached for her communicator, and tried to contact her vessel, to no avail. It was almost within range, as more than static came through, but between the distance and the blizzard, everything spoken was indecipherable. Thereís no alternative. I continue onward myself. But first...if this was sabotage...I suspect a trap. An ambush. If I walk out here, I have no escape. Here, at last, I have cover. I can shield myself from explosives if Iím careful... Wiping some blood off of a minor graze, she stared out of one of the windows, waiting. She couldnít hear or see well over the raging snow outside, but she was in full defensive stance, prepared to deal with anyone who came for her.
Sca, still alive even after the fall, with some gashes, gets up and says "This was not the blizzard. This was something else." He pulls two knives out of his pockets, putting in a defensive stance. "This was no ordinary sabotage. The tracks were not tempered with... we hit something. Something big enough to knock a train going 60km and do damage like this..." He looks around the snow, seeing the blood. He leans down and puts his fingers in it. He puts it to his nose. "This is no ordinary blood..." He grimaces, and suddenly a loud icy screech pierces the howling wind. He goes stiff and narrows his eyes and says "Undead." He turns to Aoroza and says "This is not a wild animal. This is Demon Whisperer. And it looks like..." he pauses as he slowly turns around "he has new recruits" Suddenly an undead being, covered in ice, runs towards them, and Sca dives and beheads the creature, and he then stomps on the head. The body shrivels up and soon disappears.