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Communist saud arabia

heyy been a while since i’ve been on here, anything happened that’s worth knowing?

Talitoa, New maiya, and Kavanos

Communist saud arabia wrote:heyy been a while since i’ve been on here, anything happened that’s worth knowing?

How long do you mean by "while"?

TEP got rid of the Windows Defender flag! Awwwwww. How could you?

British calradia, Virgolia, Refuge Isle, La Xinga, and 1 otherKavanos

New maiya wrote:TEP got rid of the Windows Defender flag! Awwwwww. How could you?

There will always be those that cling to the faith

Virgolia, La Xinga, New maiya, and Freedomindia

GM TEP!

Virgolia, Dreamersistan, Kavanos, and Caras-3

Why is the RMB inactive?

Btproductions wrote:Why is the RMB inactive?

it be like this sometimes

La Xinga and Btproductions

Btproductions wrote:Why is the RMB inactive?

It’s 7 AM no ones awake

Belekria wrote:It’s 7 AM no ones awake

People are awake, it's just......some people are sleeping so we don't want to wake them. That's why the RMB is quiet.

Brethren wrote:"Frankly, no. I don't know what the uh, 'normal' painkillers would do to her . . . these dragons are from Brethren, right? A doctor there would probably know."

- "Brethren? ... Now, I did hear dragons like these come from that place. Should I visit it?" -

OOC: I greet

Communist saud arabia

New maiya wrote:How long do you mean by "while"?

pfff something around two weeks

Hello everyone!

Please welcome your new diplomat to Lazarus, Catiania! They will be serving as TEP's ambassador to Lazarus.

^_^

Zukchiva wrote:Hello everyone!

Please welcome your new diplomat to Lazarus, Catiania! They will be serving as TEP's ambassador to Lazarus.

^_^

Honk

The fake news of london

Belekria wrote:It’s 7 AM no ones awake

I wake up before seven, around six or five I am awake, But can't do this, since of work

It is with great hope, therefore, that I submit to you this account of my travel, that by it the cause of Ãdàmrìtsk may be strengthened in its dealings with foreigners. I do not say "heretics" or "heathens," for the Brethren appear to in all cases acknowledge His existence, and even His power and love for us. At the worst, they are merely mistaken, having only heard of Him with regards to what He has done for the Pakotski, and as such they claim He either cares not for them or is likewise indisposed. I have done my best to avail them of this notion, and as you may see from my account they have begun to view Him as a father separated by circumstance from His children. Should the Brethren ever fall to the dominion of the Grand Ataman, now or in a hundred years, I should treat them no differently from the merchant caravans which come often to our cities; indeed, I should go further, and treat them not as strict foreigners but as potential brothers and sisters, prevented from seeing His glory only by the long barrens of the sea. Of their love for peace, I have said much, but I should not doubt that if the threat of annihilation were to come upon them, they should arm themselves, and cause all the world to tremble in fear! Therefore let us deal kindly with them, that we may gain their friendship and their trust.

One of Sky, One of Earth,
Martis Avēlsk

Martis rolls up the paper and binds it, keeping it shut with the seal of the temple. It has taken three days to commit to text all that he has seen and discussed, but this bit has been the hardest of all. Technically speaking, parts of it aren't even true; shortly before he'd left, Martis had gotten into a fairly heated debate with one of Tikhon's students regarding the universal love of Ãdàmrìtsk. Much like Tikhon himself, the student had declared that a father who would not go looking for his children should not be afforded authority over them. Fortunately, they had both had the good sense to stop before a hand was placed on the sabre-hilt.

Martis chuckles, remembering that last day. Setting aside the report, he grabs a new leaf of paper from his stack and begins to write.

It is with great pleasure that I commit myself to the task of writing to you. I apologize for the delay, but so much have I seen in your city that it has taken me three days to record it all -- and even that is an injustice to Geiriskali. I write her name in your letters, because I cannot yet put thought to the proper transliteration into my own. I thank you for showing me how to write in the letters of the Brethren; I regret that I have not given you likewise instruction, but enclosed you will find a rough comparison of both our written tongues. It is no master-work, but I think you will find it sufficient.

If you recall the second day of my visit, when we first went to the market together, you will perhaps be wondering what became of the lyre I purchased for my wife. You will, I hope, be pleased to learn that I presented it to her immediately upon my arrival, and that she has taken to it with a grace unmatched by any. I have never heard more beautiful music; I am afraid it would put even the melodies of the Brethren to shame, although I admit I may be a touch biased. The horse figure, which we bought before the lyre if you remember, has become a favorite of my son -- he is still too small to ride a real horse, but he enjoys playing with the figurine when the temple colts are out for grazing and he cannot come. Never have you seen such play! He acts as a hero, such as Vólàs Mátrós himself, and comes to thwart the hated bandits who threaten his imaginary world. I have no doubt that he will become a fine man.

On the subject of gifts, the ginger root you gave to me at our parting was of great help. I brewed it on the ship, and my second voyage was much easier than my first -- although I shall have to obtain more ginger if I ever wish to return to Geiriskali, or else I shall be in much the same state I was when the boat began to embark! Convey my best wishes to Asp, if she has not gone away; and also to your students, for no discussion (save those I have had with you) has been quite as engaging as theirs. You are a good teacher, it seems, and if you could

"Martis! The food is ready!" Martis sets down his quill and lays it diagonally across the letter, a reminder that is needs to be finished. "I am coming, Ilári! Take care the little one leaves some for us!" He laughs, takes one final glance at the letter, and goes to eat. A couple of days later, the letter arrives in Geiriskali, bound for Letwin's office.

Brethren

Shavara and Brethren

Post by No style no grace suppressed by a moderator.

Can y'all take NSNG (no style no grace) back, please?

Kraljevstvo Rata wrote:Can y'all take NSNG (no style no grace) back, please?

Are they being annoying? I purged them for a reason.

Pakitsk wrote:Are they being annoying? I purged them for a reason.

I don't think you can describe the level of annoyance I've had.

Kraljevstvo Rata wrote:I don't think you can describe the level of annoyance I've had.

i imagine whatever you say will be an understatement

Levantin wrote:Hmm have you made use of the chemical weapons I gave u?

Think of the chaos it would cause if FRAWED released mustard gas in OUs capital

I may not be right in the head, but I would rather NOT have the entire free world tearing Valsora apart to the seams hunting me down...

Kraljevstvo Rata, Shavara, and Belekria

Frawed wrote:I may not be right in the head, but I would rather NOT have the entire free world tearing Valsora apart to the seams hunting me down...

that seems reasonable
after all you cant really perform any terror moves if you are being stomped on by everyone

British calradia and Frawed

Two days.

Two days after the end of the conflict, and one day after celebrations in the now-part-of-Sminishia liberated lands, dozens of news reports still have to make it to nearly isolated villages inside those said lands. Miladena Popov, a female journalist working for Sminishia's biggest independent news media Gradvest, is driving her car to a village not presented in most maps, named Skalistykholm, which never had a journalist visit it. She has heard stories of a foreign journalist trying to enter the town, only to be rejected and arrested by Kurikian police during the communist era of the USR. Miladena, knowing that the town is now in Sminishian territory, hopes that won't be a big problem knowing again that her country is a libertarian regime despite being socialist.

You are now approaching your destination, Skalistykholm, Sminishia, 5 minutes before arrival.

Miladena Popov is finally arriving to that town after hours of tiring road trips. It's freezing outside, snow was everywhere in both camp and roads, even her metal bottle of coffee has cooled down, it's negative 34 Celsius outside! - It can't be that cold now, it's still summer!" - Not like she has a problem with the cold, since Sminishia too is a cold country, but she does not believe that the temperature can be very freezing in a hot season, it feels like she's going nearer to the planet's northern pole. Of course, she has her car's AC blowing hot air to warm it up a bit, even holding her metal bottle of coffee in front of it.

You are now approaching your destination, Skalistykholm, Sminishia, 1 minute before arrival.

Despite her smartphone's GPS telling that she has one minute, Miladena has already arrived to the entrance of the town with the village's name on it's sign. Other than that, the sign says 'Добро пожаловать в Сталистихолм, Союз Социалистических Республик.' which means 'Welcome to Skalistykholm, Union of Socialist Republics.'. She isn't very good at Kurikian, but she can tell that it says something about the communist regime of the USR. - "They still think they live in the Union of Socialist Republics?" - She says to herself, turning off her car near the entrance (but not blocking the sign) and readying herself. Miladena is wearing two layers of winter jacket, gloves, boots and a scarf. Soon, she hops out of the car, immediately feeling the breeze of cold winds and walking through heavier snow than of "northern" Sminishia. As soon as she enters, it is indeed a small village, but bigger than expected since it seems to have more buildings. This reminds Miladena of her childhood, growing up in a small, wooden village like the one here, she's glad that her village is more 'modernized'. Besides being a journalist, she didn't bring a crew to the place, because she's going alone, she's holding a digital camera with a wireless microphone. The town of Skalistykholm is almost all wooden and cobblestone, and because it's freezing, most buildings have chimneys and fires on them turned on.

Despite the peace and decent looks, they still hold communist USR flags in some places, even their coat of arms in the mayor's place. Do they not have even televisions? She goes to ask a villager a question. - "Excuse me." - She says while tapping a villager who just bought bread. - "I'm Miladena Porpov, journalist of Gradvest and Sminishia's biggest independent news media, I have questions to ask." -

The villager looks at her in... a weird way. - "You're one of those people who the big-city dwellers call 'journalists', right?" - He asks a question. - "If so, then... this is the first time I've seen one." - Indeed it is, and so is the town's.

- "Right, uhhh... First question, doe-" - She gets interrupted by the villager.

- "If you want to ask important questions, at least ask the police or the militsiya, I do not want to get in trouble with foreign journalists." - Says the villager, leaving with his bread and going on the way to his house. This marks the fear that authoritarianism still rules with an iron fist despite the USR officially no longer existing.

Miladena sighs, she'll make edits on the footage to blur the face of the villager later, she marks the fear of authoritarianism, and then does what the villager said, ask the law enforcement of the town. Minutes after feeling the cold and blowing winder cloud smokes, she enters the warmer police station building. The building design is just as expected, a building with wooden logs, 'modern' concrete and cobblestone. - "Good evening, citizen, is there some trouble you will report?" - Asks a police officer, always ready to arrest a person who commits felony.

The Sminishian journalist Miladena shakes her head. - "No, I came here to ask you questions, I am a Sminishian journalist." - She says.

- "A journalist? This the first time this town has ever gotten one, but now that we rarely receive policy reports from the police commissar and the premier, I'd gladly answer these questions as long as you don't insult the glorious USR." - The officer confirms despite authoritarianism. - "Make it quick though, I am rather busy." -

- "Okay, umm, first question: Have you ever heard of the most recent war ever?" - She asks.

- "The most recent war?" - The officer looks down to the journalist. - "What war? Did the USR win this one or lose?" -

This make Miladena Porpov take a full document of what happened in the war and the aftermath of it, including the Treaty of Paragould. - "Take this document, good sir." - She says, handing the documents, as she marks that the town really is isolated. - "I'll give you minutes to read and clarify." -

Minutes later, reading with police officers, they realized that Kurikian governments changed, later became part of a revolting nation, and now the town is part of Sminishia, this wrecks the officer's mind. - "... My God..." - The officer is... shocked, they're now part of a smaller country?! - "This really happened?" - He asks, with Miladena nodding. - "I'm going to have to report this to the mayor, I think we've been isolated for this long, we'd even have to change our laws and make a public announcement. Are there any Sminishian military units coming?" - He asks.

- "Probably, they seem to come later than I did though." -

- "Ask me questions later, right now I have to report this to the mayor." -

Hours later, the mayor of the Skalistykholm town has made a public announcement about his resigning of being mayor, and presenting a new local democratic system allowing people to elect local legislators and future majors. However, the journalist stays there for a while, being in an interview with town officials.

Zukchiva, what do you think? :>

Frawed wrote:I may not be right in the head, but I would rather NOT have the entire free world tearing Valsora apart to the seams hunting me down...

Even a terrorist organiza- I mean, freedom movement thinks using chemical weapons is bad.

Frawed and Levantin

Kraljevstvo Rata wrote:I don't think you can describe the level of annoyance I've had.

Looks like he/she established a region for his/herself, I add his/her region to my dossier because I wanna set it for my main raiding target

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