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You have reached the free lands of COLDONIA

A chill RP region set on a fictional continent, brimming with lots of military and diplomatic intrigue- all in good fun of course. Newcomers are welcome to join!

-= Current Year: 1964 =-


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Coldonia contains 32 nations, the 677th most in the world.

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NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Republic of Deskhs and Slovs of DeskoslovakiaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“In Brotherhood, Liberty”
2.The État Populaire of OncadiaCivil Rights Lovefest“Le paquet est plus fort que le bâton”
3.The Arisen Empire of DraconovoxLeft-Leaning College State“The night stars live ablaze like the hearts of dragons”
4.The People's Republic of DivankhabanCorrupt Dictatorship“Братство и Единство!”
5.The GKR of KoedricFather Knows Best State“Strength and Unity”
6.The Administrator of GanotFather Knows Best State“It's Joever”
7.The Trearchy of RaFLaNdIaAnarchy“TAX IS TEHFT”
8.The Oned Kingrich of AetheodalandRight-wing Utopia“Gods Save the King”
9.The Noble Realm of SchweitserLeft-Leaning College State“Alles für das Land; Das Land für alle”
10.The People's Republic of PorturhevIron Fist Socialists“All are equal under Deus.”
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"Generals are gathered in their masses, just like witches at black masses".

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September 15th, 1964

In The Air

As the storm of war was starting to set in the East, the downpour of rain that came with it was especially brutal. Vladimir, who was a cadet in the Air Force, was instructed, along with his fellow squadron pilots, to cause havoc on ground forces with the help of Chlorine Trifluoride, a colorless, poisonous, corrosive, and extremely reactive gas. Bombs using ChloTri had been tested shortly before hostilities broke out, and Vladimir was about to make history by being one of the first, if not the first pilots to ever use it against a real target. His squadron would use a modified version of the Mechko Me 15 jet fighter that would be used to transport and deliver bombs to enemy targets. The Me 15 is a capable machine, in fact, it may be a little too capable for some, but Vladimir is confident in his ability to tame the wild iron giant.

As he took off from Peterfeld Air Base, Vladimir saw from his cockpit that the ground suddenly seemed to move faster and faster, until the ground was no more and he was flying. He was now on a mission, and he could not back down. Sure, he might not be the greatest supporter of the Troika, but he is a patriot, and he is willing to defend the interests of his nation so as to guide it towards glory. He and his squadron were tasked with one simple thing, to decimate the town of Bokhny and any forces they come across so as to give close air support to ground troops, who were already fighting a brutal battle near the town.

"Ah, what a lovely day, shame that it'll be soon tarnished by blood..." Vladimir said on the radio to his fellow pilot and close friend, Stepan.

"Look Vladimir, there is no time for mourning and pussyfooting. I know this whole ordeal was a bit of a sudden thing, but we gotta concentrate, or else...well, we'll be kinda dead!".

"I guess, but what the hell are we supposed to do if these bombs don't even work?!".

"They'll work, no worries...at least I think so...".

"So you're not sure if they'll wo-".

"Silence, Vladimir...I'm sure they'll work...then why the hell would they put them on the goddamn plane!".

"Yeah...I guess that's a good point...".

As the two men bickered, a third voice intervened.

"Boys, boys, come on, let us calm down. Let's get this over with, alright?". These words were muttered by Daniel, the captain of the squadron. Daniel was an honest and quite relaxed captain compared to some others, but of course, he had to implement discipline whenever it was needed.

"Yes, Daniel". The two pilots said almost at the same time.

"Ok, so, it seems that we are approaching Bokhny quite rapidly. We have to descend now, or else this little maneuver of ours will not work. And I'm sure y'all will not want to make Yankov mad, right?".

As the squadron descended, the battlefield inched ever closer and closer. The pilots could now more or less distinguish the absolute chaos that was happening on the ground.

"Can't believe it. These things are supposed to be state-of-the-art planes, but they have a piss-poor bombsight!" While Daniel was moaning on the radio about his supposedly bad bombsight, he and the rest were getting ready to release their bombs.

"Ok, I can now see the town clearly. It seems that there are some NSP forces in there, but...not a lot to be honest. I guess those are reinforcements, welp, here goes nothing...".

"Steady...stay put you bastard...ready...gotcha!". Daniel then proceeded to release all of the bombs he had, and as they fell to the ground, the others did the same. The bombs were extremely small, and it looked as if rain was falling down on the small town, but they packed quite a punch.

As the first bombs hit the ground, the town suddenly turned into an indistinguishable blaze of nothingness. All that could be seen were flames, and inside, there were surely many innocents and soldiers alike, who were living their last moments. It was like seeing hell from afar, but this was no ordinary hell, it was something that man itself made. Man usually likes to call himself his own God, but what if in fact, it was his own Devil?

Daniel and the rest of the squadron returned to base shortly after they finished the operation, but this was just one of the many bloody steps that needed to be taken so as to finish this deadly conflict. No one knew when all of this would end, but all knew it would not be soon.

September 14th, 1964

On The Ground

Sidurgu was one of the few Uotoric soldiers in the Galayarese army who had been ordered to fight in the Styldavian special military operation. Being deemed "Pravic" enough due to his somewhat Nordo-Coldonian looks, Sidurgu was only in the army for one reason, he didn't have anyone else. Having lost his family after they were assassinated when he was just a teenager, he decided that the best course of action to forget his sorrows and live the best life possible was to enlist. His fellow Uotors called him insane and a race traitor, since why the hell would he even try to enlist in an organization that was clearly against and had rabid hate against Uotors? Surprisingly enough, his idea worked, and he even managed to make many Pravic friends during his training, but this was no time to be reminded of friends, it was a time to know the enemy up close and personal. Sidurgu's training had transformed him from a humble boy to an emotionless machine, and he seemed to not care anymore. If he died in this whole thing, well, good, at least he could see his parents now. If he didn't die, well, it was just a matter of continuing until the war ended or a bullet pierced his brain. Care was no more, there was only purpose and a glorious purpose it indeed was.

"Sh*t, I'm running low on food". Sidurgu thought to himself while he was looking at his rations. He was hungry, yet he knew this was not really an ideal time to think about hunger or thirst.

"There must be some poor sod over here whose body has some leftover food...but...where the hell do I find a body?".

Sidurgu explored the outskirts of Bokhny while wearing a makeshift camouflage he had made using tree barks and leaves, and as he traversed through the battlefield, he finally found what he was looking for, a body.

"Bingo! There it is...oh damn, an Aetheodish soldier...well, let's see...ok, it seems he has some food and water...and that's about it. Well, works for me, I can't really complain".

When Sidurgu obtained what he needed, he decided to return with the rest of his platoon and continued doing what he loved, forgetting everything and having a purpose.

September 23rd, 1964

In The Headquarters

In an undisclosed location, General Vitomir Shpilman found himself pointing at a giant map of Morovina Oblast with his fellow men, discussing what should be done after Bokhny had been captured just a few hours ago. The fight for the small town had been tough, and casualties were abundant. Shpilman and the rest had to learn from these lessons and move on so as to capture the next important targets.

"So, ok, Bokhny is ours, what now? It's quite simple really, Telvanykivka is next. The poor sods in Bokhny are long dead, for even their souls were burnt and made ash by our weapons. We must repeat the same strategy...but we'll adjust some things".

"Since Telvanykivka is an important supply hub for the city of Vardiansk due to its plentiful agricultural supplies, we must simply...burn it all...I know, it sounds quite brutish, but if we capture the town, we also give a big blow to Vardiansk. Surely, this will help us in the upcoming siege...but I just want to make y'all think about something. If we fail at doing any of this, we die. We're going to be executed, we're going to be deemed traitors, and our names we'll be pissed and sh*t on by the ones who are left...keep that in mind, aight?".

"The 9th Infantry Division is already quite tired because of Bokhny, so I'll instruct Ranov from the 11th and Tambov from the 2nd Armored to help us take Telvanykivka. I expect resistance to be much fiercer due to NSP backup arriving...so be ready...".

Post self-deleted by Cresr.

|| Империя осад | The Empire of Sieges

| "Let them all our enemies declare their wishes for our downfall and send forth a million sons and daughters to our shores. We will meet them here before we allow them the opportunity to deceive us in the future, and we will bury them all in a single grave so they may share the same circle in Hell. Where did our words bring us in the end when before we even spoke they had notions to destroy us. They care not for how many die to enact their hatred of us, where we want only solitude and a chance to guard the world - they have come from the seas and beyond to disturb and provoke us, in our naivete we used our words and they raised arms - and when we answered in kind they one by one declared openly of what they felt of our nation all along."
| Voice-piece of the Palace.

| Adam stood in quiet awe as he swung his eyes across the arches and walls of the wide chamber, more like a cathedral for how densely detailed every corner and stone had - delicately carved and painted with unspeakable care and effort. Above in the expanses of ceiling between pillar and arch laid hand painted murals, depicting large icons which even he had no clue what meant but nonetheless smiled at with acknowledgment at the beauty of it. A dragon waking in the rising crown of the sun, A city shining in the bloodied snow of some distant icy land, Horsemen circling their own shadows. Left and right both flanked by a dozen eyes each adorning old figures stamped and embossed clearly in the light of the outside sun on colossal panes of glass.
| In his wonder he would spot a speckled dozen of foreigners, who like him were pockmarked against the sea of Draconov locals - who unlike them kept a rigid focus to the center stage. It was a thin gathering of obscure and random peoples from all around the world, an artist from Galayar, a theologian from the western isles, a film crew from Aetheodaland, and tourists and scholars sprinkled across the chamber in no large number - brought together by an invitation broadcasted across the seas from an unoccupied radiowave.
| The ground rumbled lowly beneath as a booming roar of brass swept across the ranks of the audience, their attention in totality brought toward the stage where three files of choir singers and two separations of an orchestra stood in solemnity. The tubes brought down another roar, pleasantly contrasted by the prior one - alternating in a crescendo pace as they were phased out by the lesser brass with organs and great drums intersecting with intertwining tunes all building in tempo and tension until a sudden drop, his heart rebelled with violent pulses against his ribs as the silence continued seemingly longer than it should've been, the curtains were wrought open in a jousting pull revealing a mass of peasantry and rugged soldiers - torn from the pages of old medieval manuscripts and storybooks the likes of which would fit amongst the tales and icons of the Starlord's ages or the Pravic Huntsmen.
| Drumming the stage with clunking sabaton and crude sole the figures spun into an orderly crowd forming around a statue which with dreary eyes looked down toward the crowd. A ripple of air was heard as drapes fell across the walls - sheathing their panes of icons in vivid colors of violet and gold and bloody red and snatching the light away so that all that was left was near blinding darkness and near deafening silence. Another low howl came from the brass tubes, ushering in light from beyond the stage with a great circle of burning yellow-red ascending to behind the great statue's head which from this view seemed like a powerful halo or crown, brightness etching against its figure as it flooded the great chamber with enlightening color. The choir spurred into course with harpish voices in unison, issuing wordless song with every masterfully drawn note and hum - their voices like vocal expression for the mute visual spectacle unfolding behind their view.
| The crowd was captured in the soothing voices and backing instruments of the orchestra which decorated their notes with careful compliment, then another stop - followed by a tearing sound from behind. Adam turned seeing only the outside sun and open chamber doors from a distance introducing a gust of wind into the chamber and tugging on the window curtains in a sequential drift. The sounds started up once more, only this time with a deliberate pattern which echoed the clacking sounds of someone stepping across the tongue of the carpet in the chamber's middle - it continued until the choir parted into two, and a figure stepped onto the stage with silence.
| Swallowed by the deep orange of the crown of light the figure was reduced to merely a deep silhouette, shifting and moving with polite grace and well formed poise to give a polite bow to the Icon then turned to the crowd, their face still hidden in the shadow of the bright sun. A wurring ring was sent out as they stepped forward and raised a blade above their head, a shifting glimmer detailing the edge at every point of its travel ending with a single explosive shine at the end.
| This sent the entirety of the audience into frenzy as they with little sense of collective unity sprang their arms into the air and began shouting with prideful fervor, and the show had just begun...
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| It would be unknown to the foreigners who attended of the importance of this ceremony, when they exited the theater to the sight of parading tanks and cohorts all marching westward in the praise of their citizenry who like the banks of a river lined around them and cheered with feverish excitement. It was not a regular ballad or performance, it was the coronation of the empire - to something else, a metamorphosis which they assumed with welcoming patriotism.
| They knew something historical would soon follow, though Adam could only help but to think this was a horrible omen.
~
|| Coronation of the Siege Empire:

| Following the response of Portuhev's government to disregard the considerations of Draconovox, and willingly enter the Haifalem dispute on the Side of Oncadia, Morningstar has issued nationwide readiness for war in all outcomes - preparing all industries and facilities to conform to war economy standards expecting not only to have to occupy Haifalem but contend with Oncadia and Porturhev in simultaneity to close the issue of foreign interference in the Solemn crescent. In the fires of Porturhev the crown of War is lowered onto the dragon's head, as missiles from hidden submarines in the great blue plain hit a dozen population centers in the Porturhev, warheads loaded with Rim's most difficult and dangerous pathogens. A broadcast follows:
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-| Your brothers bring terror to our lands, if you wish to follow them then their graves will become yours.
-| And a pleasant day to you as well.
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| In an age where nations around the globe wish for the death of the Empire, it now becomes responsibility to vanquish them in totality before they build and strike unprovoked in opportune moments in the future as they do now. The solitude doctrine in its previous form was unrealistic in that it expected that nations would not be foolish enough to provoke war for no reason knowing how intently the state would enforce their defeat, and so it used a diplomatic approach in first case as always: not anymore, Words are worthless, to break neutrality and wish death upon the sons of Draconovox means war in all cases.
| Now is the time to rid the world of its cowards and jesters, and that can only be done with the full attention of Draconovox's peoples. Everyone, everywhere will contribute their toil and effort into the nation's interests, building missiles, ships and submarines, tanks, weapons, munitions, bunkers and fortifications, industrial facilities, expanding the nuclear weapons project, developing new tools and methods to wage war, and providing numbers to the Armada.
| In a state where more nations are likely to enter on Oncadia's side it has now become foolish to limit any kind of weapon to be used, all prior warnings have been ignored and all opportunities to stop and talk have been squandered. There have been enough lessons to know that the states of Rim do not play fairly, so there is no reason not to play on their level.
| Porturhev will for now wallow in plague and destruction as they curse the Draconov state for attacking them, but they will never reconcile with why they were attacked in the first place - not until their state no longer has bodies to man guns and weapons to wage war with. Morningstar has learned that enemies will come from anywhere and for any reason, and Porturhev will learn how painful war can really be.
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|| Oceans make deep graves:

| Raids and attacks on Oncadian convoys has been relatively successful, with the lengthy supply chains thinning escort and security and great ships unable to tend to the needs of all places due to the vastness of the ocean. An attack in one place follows an attack on another, follows another loss to a minefield, follows a sudden weather event, and so on. The Oncadian navy is slowly becoming obsolete in a new age of warfare which it has carelessly blundered into, and they will be able to do little as their men die in fields on the other side of the planet and their supplies make home in the bottom of the blue plain.
| It is not over however, and any hostile navy presents a valid threat in any state of power - including what Porturhev has and considers as an operational navy. With the oncoming development of modernized guided missiles and rocket systems, it will be easier to project anti-naval capability from longer distances facilitated from land, sea, or air.
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| This is bolstered by the non-national radio fleet which has also become a valuable reconnaissance force, tipping off submarine crews and bomber craft of Oncadian ship locations allowing them to be intercepted, lines of coded transmissions streaming across the seas like an internet of information which the Oncadians and their allies have barely noticed despite accruing more and more maritime losses.

|| The broken nation:

| Two years into the invasion of Haifalem and fatigue is beginning to set in on the defending side, those who have the will to fight do not also have the guns to fight, and those with the guns to fight don't have the food or water to do so with. The weight of destruction has been brought down upon their cities and population nodes as well as their most productive means of feeding themselves, their lakes are poisoned, their wells have been bombed, their husbands and sons have died en masse. The greatest culling of people in modern history is taking place beneath Oncadian governance, provoked by Oncadian governance, entirely preventable - but neglected again by Oncadian governance who even now continues to throw Arab skulls against the bullets of the Draconov armada - eventually however they will run out. And that time is soon approaching.
~
| For now the Armada will continue its policy of cautious active defense. Bombing resource pools and settlements with long range ballistics and missiles, now incorporating glide bombs. As for the occupied territories, they will be tended by a new branch of settlers made of veterans and retired combatants, Cossack settlers, who will be charged with the keeping of the land with the benefit of less oversee and the allowance to profit from resources they make or extract from it. Already effective security has been established as they cooperate with each other and the Armada to police the lands and secure resources to everyone's benefit.

| We draw from a well of countless deaths and suffering, you cannot inflict fear onto us.
| Oncadia, Porturhev, Haifalem

The Grand Arrival

18 September, 1964
Generalmajor Hans-Otto Fausthasen, Commander of the Rapid Response Division stepped out the cargo bay onto the tarmac strip, feeling the breezy wind of the plains gracing his face. Flanked by his staff officers, he was greeted by Generalleutnant Kurtin Heisner, who was obviously sleep deprived from his dark sunken eyes.

“Guudn mojen heer Generalmajor! I hope the plane ride to Chervona Hora was a smooth one”, Kurtin jokes.

“Guudn mojen heer Generalleutnant. The ride was smooth indeed. Didn't know these transport planes were upgraded with cushioned seats!”

Both cracked a smile at each other

“It’s good to see you again Hans. It has been a long time since we last actually met. Wasn't it…at that one Portuhevian base where we last met?”, Fausthasen noded at the mention of it.

“Much has changed since then hasn't it? We've been raised up in the chain of command and as you can see, the strain of those chains are weighing on me heavily”, Kurtin lowered his head and sighed. The scale of the conflict weighing on his back.

“You don't have to worry much longer Kurt, the Rapid Response Division is now under your command. And by orders of the brass back home, I will be acting as your oberadjutant for the duration of the war. We're finally working together once more, aren't we old friends!” Both men share a sincere joyful moment, reuniting once again.

“Now, shall we get to work herr Generalmajor?” Fausthasen nodded and both men got into the jeep and made their way to the base headquarters. As they drive through the tarmac, lines of transport trucks ferrying men and equipment to and fro the air strip and the military base. Those unfortunate to not have a ride had to march to their new quarters, temporary lodges made to house moving soldiers. When both men reached the base’s headquarters, they were received by saluting guards and retinues of officers awaiting their arrival. One of the officers walked out of the crowd of officers and approached the two generals.

“Guten Moin, Generalleutnant Heisner and Generalmajor Fausthasen!”

“Guudt mojen, Generaladjutant Heslow”, greeted back Heisner. Turning to Fausthasen, he then continued, “Fausthasen, this is Generaladjutant Frederick Heslow, senior staff officer and second-in-command to Generalfeldmarschall Gerhardt Lebriche, I'm sure you heard of him!” Then turning to the generaladjutant, he said “He is Generalmajor Hans-Otto Fausthasen, a long-time comrade of mine and my new temporay senior staff member.” Both the generaladjutant and generalleutnant greeted eachother following the introduction by herr Heisner.

“Let's get a move on shall we? We have much to discuss and plan. This upcoming month and actions done within this time will prove vital to the war effort and the crisis we are facing.” All 3 men then moved into the building, followed by their senior staffers.

The order of battle

20 September, 1964
“As planned, Fausthasen’s Rapid Response Division will move past Koldera and into Telvanykivka as it'll prove a vital staging point in order to defend Vardiansk from the seemingly incoming breakthrough from Bokhny. Nestor’s Panzerlehrbrigade 9 will continue holding defensive posture in Koldera. Brigadegeneral Uhlon’s 3 Luchtmobielebrigade will move to Vardiansk and assist Styldavian defensive operations while Panzergrenadierbrigade 31 will enforce the Styldavian flanks at the city of Khlalyuk. This will render Schweitsen soldiers relatively spread apart but we're here to make sure Vardiansk and Chervona Hora do not fall. Now in regards to our aerial warfare” Heisner motioned to Generalleutnant Renard Vihud.

“Thank you herr Generalmajor. At the moment, aerial assets consisting of Luftwaffengeschwader 12 and 21 are cooperating with Styldavia air assets and air defense in order to make sure the skies between Chervona Rada and Vardiansk are clean from Galayarese aerial assets. Bodenangriffgeschwader 18 will be available to conduct ground strike missions. We have very little intelligence on Galayarese aerial assets and therefore are operating on an assumption that Galayarese air assets outnumber ours 2:1 or 3:1. That is all.”

“Thank you, herr Generalleutnant. Now regarding any possible reinforcement. I have been in contact with both Generaladjutant Heslow and Generalfeldmarschall Lebriche and it seems our position will be reinforced with 12.Panzerdivision (Armoured) and 7.Jagertruppendivision (Light Infantry) by the 27th of September at the earliest. This will allow us to expand our ground operations. Not only that, we will also receive Taktische Luftwaffengeschwader 21 and Taktische Luftwaffengeschwader 34 from the fatherland.”

Stopping to take a breath, he observed the officers around him nodding in silence and some were even noting things down on their notebooks. “That should be all gentlemem. May Deus guide us all in this trying time. Do your best, the Styldavians and Aetheodish are counting on them.” Everyone saluted and then exited the room one by one. The ones only left are the generalleutnant and Generalmajor Hans-Otto Fausthasen.

“So what do you think Kurt? Do you think we are able to hold?”

“Honestly Hans, I don't know what to make of it. It seems like the Aetheodish are not willing to escalate and that is definitely holding our capabilities back. It is hope that we're able to hold any gaps left by the Styldavians and Aetheodish.”

Both men shared a collective sigh and then a moment of silence. “Kurt, stay strong and carry on. We'll see to the end of this just like how we saw to the end of the Monpravian menace. I have to go, but do not lose hope in the meantime.” Fausthasen gave a salute then left the room, leaving Heisner sitting in his chair, deep in thought. Praying to Deus is all he can do now.

Condemnation of the Usage of Biological Pathogens as Weapons of War
As ratified by the Committee of Public Safety, first drafted by the Foreign Affairs Committee
Published in all media channels following the Draconovoxian biological weapon attacks on the neutral Porturhev

The members of the Confredien Committee of Public Safety, and all those within the Republic's government,

Recognizing the necessity of a stance regarding biological weapons with the outbreak of wars across the globe and an increasingly tense political climate;

Affirming adherence to those principles upon which the Republic was founded, in which the rights of all mankind are written, and knowing that it was the fire of war that first tempered the Republic's ideals, in which are written firm directives against the unjust harming of noncombatants;

Desiring to contribute to the strengthening of confidence between peoples and the general improvement of the international atmosphere;

Determined, for the sake of all mankind, to exclude completely the possibility of bacteriological (biological) agents and toxins being used as weapon;

Convinced that such use would be repugnant to the conscience of mankind and that no effort should be spared to minimize this risk;

Officially condemns all past and future uses of biological weapons.

Specifically, the Republic condemns with fullest fervor the usage of bacteriological rockets against the civilian centers of Porturhev by the Empire of Draconovox, between whom no war has been declared. The positioning of Porturhev as an ally against Draconovoxian aggression and brutality in their invasion of the Oncadian protectorate of Haifalem is not, in the eyes of the Republic's government, legitimate reason to consider them a non-neutral party.

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Excerpt from the Book of Alpaida
The Book of Alpaida is one of many ancient tomes that make up the canonical literature of the traditional Confredian faith, a dualist religion focusing on the worship of the Moon and Her eternal struggle against the Sun. The Discipleship of Lune, as it is officially known, is the dominant faith for most of the Confredian population, though has been replaced in the upper rungs of the Republic's government by new atheist cults of scientific reason.

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

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There is More to a World than its Heart

The hall was silent, no whispers spoken along the silvery threads of the carpet where various scenes of the world-tree and sunlit landscape lay. The tiled squares shone weakly where they were not obscured as the weakened sun broke against the cloudy dawn. In that chamber, where light turned to dark and the revolving mirrors of the eternal throne reflected naught stood a lone man and a hundred others before him. His Imperial Highness looked down at the crowd of nobles and business elites below him. The crown that he bore seemed to weigh on his brow, even as it provided a dim ambience to the people below. Light, in it's own right. He looked down at them once more and to the two who sat on the stairway to the throne, Lady Neshu and Kazil of the Gsel Firm on opposite sides, representing their interests. His face darkened as he prepared himself to speak, a cloud obscured the sun high above, plunging the room into dark as he did. "In all my years, and the years of my father, I thought that such wanton cruelty was a fixture of a darker timeline."

He gestured toward the mirrors, angling them toward the far side of the hall. The dim rays of light pierced the decaying day and deflected off another set of mirrors, projecting the image of barbarism onto two panels on each side of the room. Where scenes of fiery isles and a people leading to build a better life once lay in golden canvases, now only scenes of barbarism, needless crucifixions and civilian casualties showed. His Imperial Highness looked to the scenes of carnage and spoke. "Do you see what lies before you? No, this is not a recollection of the worst days of the great war. This is the scene of a making not even a continent away."

Some of the nobles turned away, not expecting the scene before them. A few, including Lady Neshu, the Lords Mehehka, and Galil, started onward, meeting the scenes with a dumb silence. His Imperial Highness. "This is a scene merely on the far shores of Kalorica. All of our interests are at stake. Even those who support the isolationist cause of our fathers' time. Our position has become increasingly untenable, and as such, there are matters which we must decide upon. For the light grows occluded with the shadows of a darker time.

A Hallowed Son looked at the scenes in the canvases and pressed his mouth into a flat line. "Are these not necessary sacrifices for the ideal timeline?"

His Imperial Highness shook his head. "Lavosi would task us with such a matter, not in pursuit of a humanity made in her own image. This path serves only those who seek our extinction and the loss of humanity to the aberrations beyond creation."

Neshu looked up toward the throne, the whirling mass of black stars that ebbed and flowed in the weak daylight. Drinking at the light greedily, where it touched, and almost leaving an aura of absence where the glass ended. Still, the white pinpricks of light darted to and fro. Then she spoke. "Your Imperial Highness, I understand this matter concerning Draconovox and the barbarism of the bombings and the crucifixions. But what of the Warmaster?"

The Hallowed Son shifted his gaze to the crowd of nobles. "She is right; the Warmaster has returned, and so signals the end of the world. We are on the cusp of a more ideal time."

His Imperial Highness nodded toward them both. "I understand Za'Yashal has woken once more. Still, it is rare that one man can change the course of history. He would need a people with him to exact Lavosi's will."

Kazil smiled faintly, invisible in the decaying daylight. "That may be so, but he does have a secure source of resources."

A few of the nobles broke into whispers at that, Lord Galil blinked then looked towards Lod Mehehka who simply casted a knowing look to the other. The man's crimson coat and cloak swept across the floor as he turned. "I assume that means the Gsel Firm has made contact with the Warmaster then?"

Kazil nodded. "I did not wish to alarm you; I simply want you to know that everything is going according to Lavosi's will. The Warmaster is not alone, and he is gathering strength in Kalorica. His host strengthens by the day, and with each new dawn, his numbers swell. I imagine his host would change the current status of the board should we wish it."

His Imperial Highness waved a hand. "The Warmaster should not involve himself with the petty squabbles of nations; he must prepare for the war to come, and perhaps if Lavosi wills it. We may be in a timeline where we can pre-empt such a conflict."

He looked up towards the sky, where stars lay concealed behind the carcass of daylight. Lady Neshu spoke once more. "Even if the Warmaster truly is the one of myth and legend, we must ensure that we are in a position where we can utilize such skills. For now, we must take a stance on the current global state and act upon it."

Kazil nodded toward Neshu. "On that much, we agree."

Neshu turned to His Imperial Highness and looked toward the Melihosnovis designation, holding both points in her focus. "I believe we should authorize a general mobilization of armed forces and prepare for the inevitable. Silence has been our reply of diplomatic efforts, and we should reinforce the banners of our brethren in the faith. We do not live and die by the words of temporally locked states. We do so by the will of Lavosi alone."

Kazil clapped his hands, watching as several of the other nobles did so in turn. The businessmen in the crowds were quiet as the nobles applauded. Neshu turned toward them. "Still, we must be responsible actors on the world stage. I ask that our business leaders pledge themselves to such an effort to ensure that global trade can continue in our coming time of strife."

Kazil raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps so."

His Imperial Highness waved the response aside. "I am glad to see that many of you have come to the conclusion that I have. Even if you do not speak it, I see it in your hearts. Lords Mehehka, Galil, and Lady Neshu, from each of your domains, I would ask that you each assemble 50,000 soldiers. Lord Dezakin of Tilenade and Taesitae of Wosevae, I know you seek that ease of old age, but I call upon your expertise once more. Come back into the fold, and I ask of you, to prepare for what is to come."

Lord Mehehka stepped forward, bowing before the throne. The pinpricks of light seemed to converge toward him as he did. Centering in the throne and casting a brilliant focus point before him. "Your Imperial Highness, I am here to serve. Though, I fear that may not be enough for what will come."

His Imperial Highness nodded. "Indeed not."

Neshu spoke, the lights on the throne shifting to illuminate her presence. The silvery threads of her dress glowed as the last star in the sky. "I would recommend we suspend several pieces of legislation restricting the production quotas in the shipyards of Jal, Gsel, Tilenade, and elsewhere. In our heyday, we could build a ship of war once per day. It is time that we return to that tradition. We've modernized the Gsel Class vessels, and I suggest we refit our other existing models and produce them at scale."

His Imperial Highness nodded. "Shifting our focus, I suppose. Can the guilds handle such a thing?"

The nobles nodded in turn. Lord Mehehka's expression became particularly cool, as though he was hiding a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Vevodrials, Ko and Kovlote, it is time that we utilize the favour we have gained in the north. Come before the throne."

Two men dressed in white-black ceremonial outfits. With close-fitting tunics and heavy cloaks thrown around their shoulders, they stepped before the throne; one man had hair that glimmered brightly while stripping all of the colour from the immediate surroundings. While the other's golden hair restored said radience. "The Vevoskihro's stand ready, Your Imperial Highness."

His Imperial Highness reached into the darkness by the throne and lifted a clear box high into the air. The surface glittered a prismarine array, with a golden core. He descended from the throne, the pinpricks of light straining against the confines of the throne to stay with their ruler. Still, he descended, approaching the ground level, where he stood a head taller than the nobles in the room. With Lady Neshu and Kazil by his side he held out the clear box to the two Vevodrials. Each one offered a hand to clasp the box, and His Imperial Highness loosened his grip to theirs. "Bring this to Schweitser, and tell them it is time."

The center contained a card of some sort, made of solid gold and engraved with the ensign of the world tree and tendrils of spreading diamonds.

His Imperial Highness looked to the nobles. "And I need one of you to reach out to the First-Thane of Aetheodaland, we accept their offer for non-aggression pacts and the elimination of tariffs. Let us shape the world to come."

Neshu turned to His Imperial Highness. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, we will no longer be protecting vessels from Draconovox during international trade. Additionally, we will prepare an emergency funding package for our allies in Porturhev in the order of 300 Million Leveka, with further reconstruction efforts bundled with expanded medical sector cooperation, including the introduction of controlled clinical trials for experimental medical treatments."

"May Lavosi guide us all."

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BLUE SPAZZ 2.0
After a year of construction, the blue spazz water park is open to the public once again! In it's opening 13 million people came to visit the water park, business is going smoothly but the blue spazz water board want more, so they've decided to ask the president if he wants to host a ceasefire to the warring nations of Galayar and Styldavia and her allies, and host them in the blue spazz water park hotel, the presidents agree and gives telegrams to the leader of each nations who are in the war if they want a ceasefire with Cresr hosting it

ПЛАН «ЖОВТИЙ» / PLAN YELLOW

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STAGE 1: INITIAL ATTACK

- Deploy rapid-response units
- Retreat to deny encirclement
- Activate army corps and declare martial law
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The opening weeks of Galayar’s unprovoked have conjured scenes of horror and carnage not seen since the Great War.
As Styldavian troops on the front line scramble to repel the invaders, the officers of the General Bulava put Plan Zhovtyy (“Yellow”) into effect— a contingency specifically designed to contain a surprise attack by Galayar.

All along the frontline, the initial advances of the invasion meet with mixed results, depending on the readiness of the defending Styldavian units. At some points on the line, Galayarese troops achieve tactical surprise and quickly overwhelm the Styldavians, forcing local retreats. Elsewhere, advances enjoy early success before becoming bogged down in fierce fighting. In other areas, well-prepared and entrenched Styldavians use their knowledge of local terrain to catch Galayarese conscripts off guard and inflict heavy casualties.

On a broader strategic level, the Styldavians have several points in their favor. Despite Galayar’s considerable air power, the skies over Zadneskovia and Morovina remain highly contested, with neither side able to gain air superiority. The Galayarese are unable to ground the Styldavian Air Force or their NSP allies, and fire support sorties by Galayarese planes are soon contested or even repelled, resulting in losses on both sides— of planes and experienced pilots.

Furthermore, the initial moves of Operation Zapad fail to paralyze Styldavian command and control at higher levels. Thus, the commanders of the army corps and viyska are able to swiftly rally a defense of their sectors.

As the lines of battle are drawn, two operational directions begin to emerge, reflecting Zapad’s operational objectives.

Due to its proximity to the Galayarese border, the city of Chornopil in the far north quickly becomes a focus of the fighting in Zadneskovia Oblast. The oblast is divided into two military districts housing the 1st Army Corps under Heneral-khorunzhyy Viktor Petrushevych and the 8th Army Corps under Heneral-khorunzhyy Serhii Kotenko. Together they compromise the 3rd Viysko, a total strength of 12 divisions commanded by Heneral-chotovyy Yuriy Prylypko.

For unknown reasons, the opposing Galayarese V Falanga under C. Kaloyanov does not initially press the attack into Zadneskovia, opting instead to probe Styldavian defenses with air/artillery strikes. Kaloyanov’s exact operational objectives are currently unknown, but it is presumed that his falanga will attempt to push west toward Kyrih.

With limited strategic depth, Petrushevych arranges his six divisions in a defensive line running from the Dnesko River to the town of Olenivka, which is defended by the 15th Mechanized Division. Meanwhile, Kotenko orders his troops to withdraw to better positions behind the border, with the 4th Mechanized and 5th and 6th Tank Divisions guarding the approach to Bodnariv in 3rd Viysko’s center. The town of Novyy Rozdil is defended by the 12th and 13th Mechanized Divisions, while the approach to Dobrovidka is guarded by the lone 1st Rifle Division. However, these divisions enjoy a defensive advantage in the mountainous terrain of southern Zadneskovia.

In Morovina Oblast (defended by Temnytskyy’s 2nd Viysko) the course of the war is more dramatic. Under V. Shpilman, Galayarese forces of II Falanga attacked the border town of Bokhny as the opening move of Zapad. For Galayar, Bokhny held strategic value because it lay at the entrance of a natural corridor between the Nerava River in the south and the more mountainous terrain near Khlalyuk in the north.

After a sudden, well-coordinated assault by the 9th Infantry Division, the town of Bokhny is in Galayarese hands, despite spirited resistance by local National Guard detachments, rapidly-assembled Territorial Defense units, and the Aetheodish 2nd Infantry Division. Although the city fell on September 23rd, Styldavian officials did not publicly acknowledge the loss until the 24th. The outcome of the 2nd Infantry’s retreat is unknown.

The fall of Bokhny has created a gap in 2nd Viysko’s line since the Aetheodish 5th Here guards the sector between the viysko’s subordinate corps, the 9th and 13th. The allies scramble to fill the gap, while the local Styldavian units prepare to dig in. In northern Morovina, Heneral-khorunzhyy Stefan Malynovskyy’s 9th Army Corps defends the approach to Chervona Hora, the oblast’s second-largest city. Taking advantage of hilly terrain, two rifle divisions (2nd and 3rd) prepare a defense of Khlalyuk, while the remaining divisions act as a screening force for the 5th Here’s left flank. Farther south on the other side of the Bokhny corridor, Heneral-khorunzhyy Kazymyr Doroshenko’s 13th Army Corps desperately fights to prevent more Galayarese troops from crossing the Nerava. Under Doroshenko’s orders, nearly every bridge across the river is blown up to slow the Galayarese advance, although this will only temporarily halt their westward momentum. Doroshenko’s northernmost divisions (5th Mechanized and the 8th and 9th Tank Divisions) hastily form a screen to counter any advance towards Telvanykivka and prevent the units along the Nerava from being flanked.

Reports of Galayar deploying chemical weapons against the defenders of Bokhny have been passed to the highest levels of Styldavian military leadership. Thanks to previous experience in dealing with the literal fallout of the 1961 Kladentsi disaster, Styldavian troops are well-equipped to operate in a dangerous contaminated environment. Along the entire front, soldiers are issued anti-chemical protective gear and warned to be on guard against future chemical attacks.

Despite their preparations for a Galayarese invasion, the divisions along the border are spread thin and outnumbered. Operational reserves are prepared by mobilizing corps from the other military districts of the republic and sending them east. The 3rd Army Corps is rushed to Pavlohrad directly from Kyrih on September 14th, while five divisions of the 7th Army Corps arrive in Psmiv on September 21st. The 12th Army Corps reaches Chervona Hora on the 18th, six divisions from Kalisiya. These corps will be subordinated directly to Heneral-bulavnyy Oleksandr Kutsyn, overall commander of Eastern Front.

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