NationStates | The Realm of Varangia

	Nation	WA Category	Motto
1.	The Democratic Republic of Zarislav	Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors	“God, Homeland, Liberty”
2.	The United Kingdom of Nattania	Corporate Police State Halliburton	“Pride and Industry”
3.	The Colony of Koolia	Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors	“Strength Through Economy!”
4.	The Ductatorship of Factria	Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors	“Just serve your Leader!”
5.	The Nomadic Kingdom of Nesopotamia	Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors	“Efficiency, Conquest, Victory!”
6.	The Dominion of Kaqillia	Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors	“Industry,Production,Military,Power!”
7.	The Tyrannical Dictatorship of Nerotamia	Moralistic Autocracy Narrow-Minded Backwoodsy Bigots	“Strength & Power Through Obedience & Loyalty!”
8.	The Clan of Gunhild	Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors	“Strength Through Unity”
9.	The Fiefdom of Jon Blandowia	Father Knows Best State Suspiciously Conservative Democracy	“Jon Above All!”
10.	The Fiefdom of Noroxia	Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors	“You Can't Stop Progress”

Galdowia

Welcome to the planet of Kjýalgaarð, located in the solar system of Proxima Romanum. It orbits an orange dwarf star with 4 other planets!

This region has been re-created/refounded by Blandowia, since the first one ceased to exist.

Nerotamia

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The Tyrannical Dictatorship of Nerotamia

68 days ago

The Supremeverse (SV) Storyline

♥︎ Kaelyria - Lore-Posts

by The Holy Roman Varangian Empire of Blandowia

The Supremeverse (SV) Storyline 👑🌍🌌📖

This may/will include everything from the past, present and future regarding the Empire of Kaelyria and the world of Kjýalgaarð with more possible storylines across the entire universe.

⬇️⬇️⬇️ MAIN STORYLINE! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Year 32 - 33 of the Second Founding Age, The Empire of Kaelyria, Silgar.

Deep in the southern desert mountains of Kjálldrúnn, was the town of Silgar, a town of roughly ~1.25 Million people at this time. But what nobody but very few trusted people knew about this place, was that a few kilometers south-east of Silgar, was a hidden experiment that was going on for decades before, funded personally by the Lord-Emperor Einar Skjýörhållssøn I, who had in mind to create a perfect, unkillable soldier that would make the dream of 2 generations come to life! To conquer the world of Kjýalgaarð and establish total domination.........And that dream was finally achieved in one of the harshest winters in 150 years, in the year 32SFA after hundreds upon hundreds of embryos, infants and young children that died gruesome deaths, some worse and more painful than others, were injected with the "Super Enhancement Serum" that was partially created using magical properties, which was never revealed to the public and it ended up creating One successful embryo, which happened to be the newest formula, making it the most potent, strongest and pure of all the doses over the decades, right before the Experiments were to be shut down..........Spring, 33SFA, a being of imaginable power and strength was created and the Chief-Scientist Vir'zô Hārdrobal, did not realize that he created the strongest being in the universe, which could either change the course of the Empire's history for the better........ Or the worse.......

Eventually, after being raised, taught and trained by the scientists for the first 6 years of his life, Thrággheímm, the Kaelyriamite, was given over to the Emperor for him to raise as his own son as he himself requested. Einar ended up making him royalty and not loving him any less than his two other children, Thrággheímm was put through even more strict training than the average Kaelyrian to mentally and physically prepare him for all the horrors and death he would bring forth for the glory of the Empire, shaping him to be an unstoppable force of nature and the strongest warrior of the Empire.

Six years later, 39SFA, February 64th, Skálðrfjøŕð.

Almost half way through the month of february, as a winter which was longer than expected, ended as of recent weeks, the mighty Lord-Emperor Einar Skjýörhållssøn I arrives by train in the capital of Skálðrfjøŕð. It was early in the morning, the dew from the grass blades had not yet gone and there were countless people such as interviewers for the news broadcast and the City Guard, waiting for the return of the Emperor from the south, as his "visit" to the city of Silgar was not confidential nor secret, but rather it was public, that the Emperor would bring someone to the capital, as many started to speculate who this man or woman could be....... Many said he or she was a special someone to him, while others were harsher saying it had to have been some illegitimate "bastard" now legitimized under the guise of a "royal visit" to the south, none of the talks mattered to Einar, as he had arrived back home, escorted to his vehicle and the imperial estate, where the opinions and gazes of just a mere thousand people, shook his core more than tens of millions......... However his wife, the Empress Decima, was the one he was most afraid of, for he knew that the young child would have a hard time at first and for now........So he thought atleast.

As the Emperor made his way home, it was precisely what he had expected. The Empress did not wish to even acknowledge young Thrággheímm, like he was not even there. Her suspicions of the child being a bastard eventually subsided since it did not make sense for a man of his virtue, honor and goodwill to degrade himself and betray her, let alone have the common lowborn woman give birth to what is essentially a Demi-God.......... As time passed, she forgot almost all about it and even her own younger children, the 2 princesses and prince grew to love Thrággheímm as a true brother and part of the Skjýörhållssøn family, growing fond and caring for and of each other.

Months had passed, as the weather scientists had predicted a nice, long and warm summer to be just around the corner, bountiful of harvest and sound of temperature. Thrággheímm, who was officially and publicly legitimized in the capital's square in front of hundreds of thousands of people, was also given a "birthday" by his "mother" Decima, which was the day he had arrived into the city, quote:

"Prince Thrággheímm, as he is now a proper, legitimate, family member of the Imperial House, is nothing short of a wonderful, surprising and adventurous boy, his training is coming along well, growing stronger and faster by the day, to one day lead our devoted, faithful and strong armies to achieve what Emperor Einar's father started! A campaign that will consolidate our power and strength once finished. With him, that may just happen in OUR lifetimes! I am incredibly proud to welcome him into the Skjýörhållssøn family and for him to be a part of it, for i know that this is a moment he will cherish for his entire life and he will make our family, lineage and Empire proud as the absolute pinnacle of strength that is Thrággheímm Skjýörhållssøn, Son of Einar the Mighty of House Skjýörhållssøn, that our Empire stands by!"

As cheers erupt, Empress Decima picks young Thrággheímm up and walks down the podium, while the people constantly chant "KAELYRIA!" "KAELYRIA!" "KAELYRIA!" and "SKJÝÖRHÅLLSSØN!" "SKJÝÖRHÅLLSSØN!" "SKJÝÖRHÅLLSSØN!"

As the Emperor and Empress leave with their children, Einar now starts to think of the future and what is to come for House Skjýörhållssøn, the Empire and the world, feeling more nervous, rather than "just" happiness, that Thrággheímm, his son and part of House Skjýörhållssøn, is now widely regarded as the "A Vinn-an zo Tím-Łæt" or "The one who is to conquer" (Vinn-an/Vinnan). Which in an uncalled sensation of "Anxiousness", he feels unlike anything he has felt, ever in his life! Only the duty to accomplish his late Emperor father's dream remains, to prepare Thrággheímm for the future.........

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The Next Day, 39SFA, February 65th, Imperial Eastern Palace Training Courtyard.

A bright and sunny dawn was just emerging, the young Prince Thrággheímm is abruptly woken up by a servant barging in his quarters.....

Servant: "My Prince, I hate to be the one having to wake you, but your Lord-Father has requested that you be present for your "Training"........

The young prince reluctantly rises from his bed, sitting at the edge, as he gets up and puts on his boots, some garments and a tunic.........

Prince Thrággheímm: "Thank you, Hjålldár, I do infact remember the Emperor instructing me to make it on time..... you are dismissed, i will be there shortly."

A handful of minutes later, Thrággheímm arrives at the training courtyard, a short walk, or in his case, flight on the path leading to it. He enters through a massive open, wooden arch made of beautifully designed carvings, acting as the entrance to the granite-foundation yard that encloses the entire courtyard. A couple dozen soldiers and guards sparring are seen, all kinds of targets and weapons of all ages lined up near the yard's armory against the short stone walls.
Young Thrággheímm then sees his father Einar, having a sword fight with the Commander of the Houseguard, "Commander Gal'tarrios Yjónderssón" As Einar lies defeated on the ground, the Commander gives him a hand as he then notices the young prince......

Emperor Einar: "Ah, my boy! I hope you have had a good night's sleep, because we are going to be here awhile.......Well regardless, shall we put your swordsmanship prowess to the test while i am still holding a sword? I do have to warn you son, swords are my specialty!"

The Estate guards and Houseguards have now fully turned their attention and are forming a square around the the Father-Son duo, as Commander Gal'Tarrios falls in line with the others as both of them grab a sword passed from the soldiers. Einar's soft heart and conscious of him being his son and that he is only 6 years of age, does not let him try to actually hurt his son.......And so sparring begins between the both of them, Einar remains impressed by how much he already knows, until he is shocked to see that his "way of not hurting him" actually got himself disarmed and his technique falling short to his speed, as little as he actually tries.......The men are chuckling and laughing, not having expected the young prince to be as good as he is.......

Emperor Einar: "Thrággheímm, you have impressed me more than i ever could with my father before me! You show more promise of being a better swordsman- no, a greater warrior in all manners of weapons mastery than i ever was! You, my son, will one day lead us all to greatness onto a path that is the dream of the late Emperor Melinor!"

He kneels on one leg and holds him by the face and then gradually the hands as he gives his praise to him. He then stands up, seemingly backing away to the sidelines.

Prince Thrággheímm: "Father, do you not wish to keep training? I can take down even the strongest of our men! Commander Týr will stand no chance against the mighty son of Einar!"

Commander Gal'Tarrios: "Your father wishes to pit you against real fighters, my prince....... 'Tis but the humble start of the rite of our people and ways, where every boy and girl after the age of 6 must have their strengths and weaknesses tested and discovered! I am aware you have just been welcomed here, young Thrággheímm, but by the looks of it, the people who have raised you up until recently, have taught you well! Time to show me and your father to which house you belong, whose SON you are! All with your own hands and feet, as we all have before you.........."

Thrággheímm stands surprised, as if this rite of tradition is but hidden until the last minute, he is determined and motivated to continue impressing and gaining the praise of his father and the continued recognition as a worthy son of the Skjýörhållssøn bloodline and House. Einar seems a bit tense, for his powers have not yet shown, as the Chief-Scientist had said...........However, tradition is tradition and he will not disgrace his lineage, nor the tradition itself among witnessing men of the sworn swords that protect the sanctity of his home and family, as the first to not face fate, duty and commitment to a familial and imperial rite passed down from millenia ago, even if it means putting trust in the words of an old scientist, just short from madness.........

Thrággheímm and the towering commander before him clash swords, Gal'Tarrios does not seem to hold back and has the young lord struggling to keep up with a grown, seasoned soldier........They continue to fight for many minutes as everyone remains quiet and observing of the situation, only Einar watches worriedly and tensed......He almost feels the urge to intervene, seeing his son getting overpowered and thrashed by the commander, kicked and even punched to the ground in his chest and face.

Commander Gal'Tarrios: "Come on boy........ GET UP! Show me that you are WORTHY of the Imperial House! Show me your rage, your strength and power! COME AND KILL ME BOY! DO IT!"

As his face is beaten and bloodied, hands touching the rough surface of the granite, he cannot stand to hear about losing the respect of and for his House, therefore, it angers and enrages the young prince and with a sudden burst of rage that his little body can muster, he clutches the sword tightly and stands up rapidly, catching the commander off-guard and plunging it deep into his abdomen and with the rage coursing through his veins, he grabs Gal'Tarrios by the leg and spins him around once, throwing him at unbelievable speeds against the courtyard's wall, completely shattering his spine, breaking his legs and his dominant arm. He lay there, seemingly lifeless with countless bones protruding outward from his joints across the body, as everyone is at a loss for words, while Einar rushes to his son and hugs him

Emperor Einar: "It's all right son....... it's all right, he's going to be fine........ CALL THE PHYSICIANS AND MEDICAL STAFF NOW!"

As every single soldier scrambles to the commander and to get help, while the nearby servants watch in shock at what they just witnessed. Thrággheímm feeling overwhelmed by all the shouts and running men, starts crying as he then distances himself

Prince Thrággheímm: "I am sorry, i did not mean to!"

Unbeknownst to him and shocking to his father, he takes off like a bullet into the sky and vanishes in less than a second, crying and scared.........

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The Anti-Anomalous Agency of MAMBA CFZ-17

68 days ago

Anomalyverse

Nerotamia wrote: