Governor: The Tordelian Domain of N e o t a u r i a
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Founder: The Tordelian Domain of N e o t a u r i a
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Hoshizora contains 6 nations, the 3,457th most in the world.
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The Most Stationary in Hoshizora
Long-term World Census surveillance revealed which nations have been resident in their current region for the longest time.
As a region, Hoshizora is ranked 14,095th in the world for Most Stationary.
Nation | WA Category | Motto | ||
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1. | The Supreme Empire of The Dalek Paradigm | Father Knows Best State | “Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks!” | |
2. | The Holy Dominion of Luuman | Father Knows Best State | “Glory to Luuman” | |
3. | The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns | Left-Leaning College State | “Imperium aeterna.” | |
4. | The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Endowed to execute the Moon’s Sovereign Purpose” | |
5. | The Nebulean Union of Iammelon | Capitalist Paradise | “The Nebula Stands Strong, United, and Free!” | |
6. | The Tordelian Domain of N e o t a u r i a | Capitalizt | “No mercy for the weak” |
Regional Happenings
- : The Tordelian Domain of N e o t a u r i a arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Republic of Kyrname of the region Southern Equatorial Council proposed constructing embassies.
- : Regional Founder The Tordelian Domain of N e o t a u r i a ceased to exist.
- : The Nebulean Union of Iammelon arrived from Osiris.
- : The Nebulean Union of Iammelon ceased to exist.
- : L empire ceased to exist.
- : L empire arrived from Osiris.
- : Embassy cancelled between Aorda and Hoshizora.
- : The Tyranny ✰ of Komunno of the region Kommuland proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Tordelian Domain of N e o t a u r i a arrived from Balder.
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She nodded, “it seems the best of any profession are kin to us. We had to sacrifice much to become the people we are now.” She smiled a bit. “But I think neither of us would trade who we are now to become normal people. We hold too much authority to relinquish it to another, would you not agree?” She seemed to have a teasing tone in her voice. But when he consented to a demonstration she quickly clapped her own hands together. “Fear not, honourably Brackson. I shall not make you uncomfortable. I just wish to demonstrate my own magick to you. Please remain calm for me.” She took a deep breath and spoke something, the words she spoke were not comprehensible to Brackson. But he felt his spine grow stiff and lengthen upright. He felt he was no longer able to really control his muscles. The witch spoke something else, and Brackson involuntarily reached over to a nearby table to grab a glass of water and hand it to the witch. When she took the glass she made a sort of exhaling noise. And Brackson felt himself return to his own body. “I beg your forgiveness, honourable Brackson. I could not cast a spell other than that one without disrupting the meeting here. I do not think it would be reflected fondly of me had I thrown fire or beamed light through the halls of the palace.”
Brackson heard another move closer to them, judging by the footsteps it was a hurvecht. “Practicing magick on our guests, are we?”
“I was just demonstrating to the interested captain, magister.” Brackson saw now the newcomer was none other than Sullivan himself.
“I hope the captain is not too startled. The first time a Tur is broken can be quite difficult to come to terms with.”
Martin just smiled as he clasped his hands behind his back. “In terms of relationship I want a pact, Bezannia is looking to terminate some of its obligations to the union. This will no doubt draw the ire of some, but the time has come for our withdrawal from certain relationships. I wish for Zantine and Bezannia to come to new terms, not only will this strengthen the Zantine position but will also inform the eastern community who Bezannia supports truly.” He paced again as he spoke and turned to Zenos. “But then there is a personal matter I wish to have done. What I will ask of you next is confidential, and something I will never reference in public or speak of. Call it a test of character in one sense and an act of young pride in another. As Emperor I have a certain amount of vanity as you can guess, my face does go on most coins nowadays. And witg vanity comes pride. Zenos, as Emperor of a brotherly sovereignty yet positioned in a weak state, and I as Emperor of a powerful yet benevolent sovereignty. I request of you to kneel before me. I do not want you to swear allegiance or submit to my authority. I want an act of humility. Show me your character is willing to provide penance under the Moon and Stars and I will give your empire everything I can.”
Iammelon and Taurgha
The young ambitious dragoness felt almost satisfied by her verbal battle against this Krezena, it was clear she would have to deal with her yet, but for now the skirmish had been won! At least she would be satisfied if it wasn't for her rather awful remarks before leaving ..both for her clan and Ezron. She was about to let it go and focus on her quest to gain more allies until she snapped and stopped right there poking Ezron with her wing "If you think I would get along with a bad mother, you do not know much about me Shadtai. Perhaps one day I may humor you and tell you more about me and what clan means to me..." she held Ymira close and patted her head, to prove a point. Nevertheless the usually cold-blooded businessdragoness was feeling rather pitiful and angry at the same time for Ezron's plight, her tone appearing rather strict as before, though through this block of ice one could sense that Krezena's and Ezron's little story did strike a chord "...stray is a very harsh thing to call one's own hatchling, my clan like many others was founded on the premise that blood is above all, for good or for worse. Your mother seems to forget that." she immediately took a defiant stance, snorting some smoke as she was about to give a pledge "Listen Shadtai, since you achieved the impossible of making me care for anyone other than myself and my clan I will give you two gifts..." She sighed and looked left and right making sure no one was eavesdropping, then went really close up to the big red cave drake, continuing the bad habit of not knowing what personal boundaries are "My first gift is my advise! Stop being so nice to her; next time she says something like that in public, ignore her presence and treat her like how strays ought to be treated! If she insists, roar until the mountains tremble! ...what flies around falls around, as the ancient ones said! My second gift is my aid in solving any clan problems you might have with me, in any way you wish ..though of course I may be wrong in my assessment of you, so you'd better explain to me what is wrong with your clan if you would have my help... ...So, why does Krezena call you a stray? It is fairly infuriating to treat a perfect specimen of a red cave like that!" In a rather amusing change of tone it seems for a moment there Sarxaxa forgot to keep up her icy barriers and let out her flirty voice only reserved for mightier dragons, surprising even Ymira who looked at her mother slightly worried and confused.
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Myrsa adopted a smug and rather teasing smile and with eyes closed pointed at Tarral "Sa'ar ...your scion saved an entire clan by accepting my pleas as I was in my avatar form, when most dragons would rightfully would not!" Then she opened one eye and her smug smile turned into a smirk as she was about to launch a stealth innuendo "Though she doth have been in void of a reward that I as the defenseless princess in distress of my clan that I am, will surely oblige her with soon! Worry not, a Katak'sar has never left any dragon in debt or waiting!" She made a very elegant little bow to Uzkiramos and then to Tarral. Satisfied with her precision strike, she took some interest in the talk about the fight "And if I may ...could it be possible for someone like me to work for the law and defend it as an acolyte? I assure you that honor is to me personally what flying is for most dragons ..and I have an idea for your Cave contestants, If I may be so rude as to suggest it..."
Ezron frowned at the rebuttal, looking off to the side bashfully and speaking quietly, "It was just a little joke to lighten the mood, didn't actually think you'd get along with her." He did however look back at Sar'ksasa when he noticed the dropping in guard from the Dragoness. He hadn't known her very long, but even he could identify it was a bit unusual, especially thanks to the little visual cue from Ymira. That did give him the idea that her interest in the subject was genuine.
He was clearly a bit unsure, mulling things over in his head for a moment. Then he sighed, giving Sar'ksasa a small nod, "Alright... If you're really curious about this here 'perfect specimen' got thrown out of the family, I suppose I might as well get it off my chest." Standing up more straight and throwing off the small slump he had been after the encounter, Ezron now more properly resembled a true Dragon, "To first acknowledge your advice, matters are more complicated than that. Disregarding that it is not within my nature to descend to her low level, there is also the fact that I am a close ally of the Grand Drake and everyone knows it. My mother is still a powerful Dragoness, and it wouldn't suit Tyfrondor to have to clean up whatever clan conflict nonsense that roaring at her would inflict. I care more for him than I do about her, so I'll be damned before I cause trouble for somebody who is closer to family than she'll ever be. As for being a stray..."
Ezron quickly glanced around himself to see that nobody was eavesdropping, and fortunately all the other dragons present seemed to be more engrossed in their own affairs. Nobody was paying attention to the two Reds and their conversation. With that assurance in mind, Ezron continued, "When I was a hatchling, I ran away from my clan. Only six years out of my egg, and I ran out of my family's cave and into the wilds. But I simply could not stay. I was the runt of my clutch, at least in those early days. My siblings tortured me relentlessly, and my parents encouraged it. Thought it would make me tougher if I had to survive being constantly abused in every possible way. And it wasn't just that I was physically weak, I also just didn't fit my mother's plans. The Shadtai maintain a mix of Red and Gold scaled family members. I was supposed to be gold, but as you can see, I am red. My mother hates anything that defies her, even if I had no choice. So even as a child I understood that I was not welcome, so I ran."
He paused, looking back briefly in the direction of the Golden Mountain, "I am still surprised I did not get caught, or get killed by an animal in the forest. But, in my first bit of good luck in my entire life, I was found by Tyfrondor. And I was accepted by the Granions. Adopted, effectively. But that's where Krezena gave me my oh-so-generous title of 'stray'. As far as she is concerned, I am a stray animal that got picked up by Tyf, after running away from my home. For a Shadtai, that is a great sin. The Shadtai are a very closely knit clan, and each of us are born with a debt to the clan that we must repay over the course of our whole lives, to boost the clan's greatness and to one day see it grow. My siblings all accepted that. Most of them also got terrible treatment, but they endured and became full members of the clan. I was weak, and couldn't handle it. By running away, I also fled my debt and obligations to the Shadtai. My mother won't forgive me for that, and perhaps I am not fully forgiving of myself..."
Ezron tensed up, "But why should I care!?!" Suddenly looking at Sar'ksasa very seriously, his tone switched to something intense, "Where before I was a runt of the clutch, I am strong! Where before my brothers in blood beat and hurt me, my brother in spirit has helped me to survive! I am successful, and I did not need her! Or the clan! I am better off!" He calmed as he realized his voice was rising, quieting down before he got any attention. His tone also became more somber, "But I'm still a stray. A lucky one, adopted by a good family. A successful stray... And one's who bond to his blood family exists only in bad memories. I prefer to let it stay like that, instead of shedding blood anew." He glanced back at Sarxy, "That give you an idea of what I'm dealing with?"
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While Tarral was accepting of the ego boost from the reminder that she did in fact contribute to saving the Valxes by taking Myrsa seriously, any time to bask in that glory was quickly dashed by that reminder about rewards. Tarral instead got quite exasperated and likely would've blushed furiously if her draconic scales could turn red. She was unable to respond however to this bold strike, lest her father be clued in further, and it was embarrassing enough for such statements to be made before her dad already. Thus Myrsa's strike lands true, and the opposition is left scrambling and unable to respond!
Uzkiramos for his part didn't seem to notice the innuendos at all, just beaming with pride at his daughter's success. He also seemed pleased with Myrsa's bow, "Very polite! It seems you were raised properly at least, young offworlder! Following through on your debts is an ideal all Dragons must strive for. Otherwise, they might become the sort of Dragon that get disposed of by Dragons like me." He flashed a toothy smile. Which, with context, consisted of the teeth he had likely used on other Dragons before.
Her interest however was noted by the older Dragon, who seemed pleased, "Oh? Little Claw, you should have mentioned that you were bringing back a Dragoness with some proper appreciation for the law! Hahaha!" He flapped his wings in amusement, before calming down and looking back to Myrsa, "As for your request, young Miraak'sana, it is most certainly possible! You seem to be at the right age to be taken under the wing of a tutor, such as this old judge, and it's not like we get Dragons who understand the importance of defending the law very often! Now there are some tests and trials, and we will have to see about building up some of those muscles, youngling! But if you intend to live in this village... I'd be more than happy to take on an acolyte! Besides, Tarral needs more friends anyways.
Ignoring the glare from his daughter, Uzkiramos kept walking forward. They had gotten close to the actual stage now, and Uzkiramos suddenly beat his wings and took a mighty leap, landing atop the Judge's podium. Taking his place and settling in, he used a wing to gesture for Tarral and Myrsa to sit down on one of the nearby benches. Then, he spoke, "Time for a little aptitude test! I will now hear your suggestion for resolving the matter of the Verthan Succession! I have my own ideas already, but I want to see what you can think up, my prospective acolyte! SHOW YOUR WORTH BEFORE THE LAW!" He emphasized his sudden additional enthusiasm by giving a small flick of his claws, causing two large torches on either side of him to suddenly ignite and give more lighting to the room.
Tarral quietly commented, "According to dad, presentation is half the job for a Claw of Law. Something about making Drakes respect the power of the law. Does mean he tends to get a bit... extra."
From his podium, Uzkiramos suddenly sagely, "It is part of the trade! Softskins may be cowed by mere words and long papers, but Dragon Law can only be respected if its enforcers show the proper spirit! The only softskins who seem to understand the value of spectacle in justice are the short fluffy ones who yell a lot. Regardless..." He looked over Myrsa and spoke more softly, "You have my permission to give your suggestion, Miraak'sana. Give your thoughts!"
Sar'ksasa raised her eyebrow at the sad story of Ezron, seeming more interested than shocked. It was clear however from some withheld frowns that she did not consider his peril as severe as himself did, but nevertheless was unwilling to mention it. Suddenly a grand idea passed her mind, something that would further elevate Clan Katak'Sar and perhaps Ezron too ..but first she had to set some things straight with this amusingly benevolent drake.
She smiled and patted Ezron's back "It seems to me that you simply do not fit the Shadtais, Ezron ..but neither the Granions, no matter how amicable. You do seem to be indeed a stray, but only because you were hatched in the wrong clan. A pathetic clan mind you if you only knew of ours, you would not feel sad for being rejected by the Shadtai" she put her paws together before her snoot and sighed, appearing to be thinking, then looked at Ezron's eyes with a piercing and deadly look "Let me sing you the first verse of the Red Fang ..our saga, so you may understand what your words mean to me and my clan.. When once, long ago - I was worn down and abused - Greater dragons our Fang did mock - And by sun they revelled and laughed - But come night our Fang was Blood Red - My Fang's reach is greater than a crown - So I bear them both in faith and hope - The Red Fang is coming to take you home - The blood of fire's core..." The young matriarch of the Katak'sars stood remaining cold and serious, as Ymira even seemed to be respectful to the little poem ...suddenly Sar'ksasa smiled and pointed at her fang "Only this.." then put her paw above her chest "This.." and finally turned her head to Ymira giving her a kiss on her snoot "..and this, is what matters for Katak'sars" after this affectionate display she looked at Ezron again, her eyes seemed to be filled with ambition ..and something more "Listen Lord Ezron, I'm going to suggest something that is dear and holy among my kind, so do not take it lightly. You said that Saresh Tyfrondor has treated you like a brother and I revere and respect this ..however no dragon must remain without a blood clan. As my clan stands currently, we have no male heir and the name shall fade." she seemed devastated by what she was saying but kept on talking "You on the other paw, you have been wronged by a clan that is not worth of your name in its cave carvings" she took a deep breath and closed her eyes "I am offering my blood oath to officially, and upon the eyes of my ancestors make you a Katak'sar and the clan-leader if you prove worthy of the name, a name that has fought against all odds against superior foes and won ...a name linked with heroes, saints and countless mighty Grand Drakes ..but most importantly a name that is linked with perseverense and a clan bond superior to all" She looked at her weathered scales "Will a wronged great dragon accept the offer of this wronged great clan?"
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Myrsa coughed up a bit to clear her throat, snorting some sparks as she did, then assumed a more regal pose by sitting down. As she did she rose her front legs high "alright this is how I would do it.." she cleared her throat once more "HEAR THE LAW AND LOOK AT THESE CLAWS, for it is no secret that Claws contain laws so that the law may be drenched in the blood of the detested WRONGDOER!" and she turned looking with a "killer" look first at Uzkiramos and then at Tarral "AS THE CLAW OF LAW REQUESTED OF ME, I SHALL JUDGE THE UNWORTHY! AND I SAY ...it is WRATH! Rightful wrath is the might of reason! For there is no greater and more destructive force than a dragon wronged! One who is denied his truth and honor! And this dragon shall be innocent, while the despicable spoiler shall be punished! TO DECIDE!" she then lowered her hands and smiled "I ..ehm, I would then proceed thusly to ask of both to prove their holy right by accepting to fly towards the sun! The one who jumps faster and flies to it full of rage will be stopped ..the one who doesn't and has qualms is guilty because they are not fueled by rightful wrath and they will be forced to be dropped into it!"
(where can i start in order to join?)
OOC: Hi! Welcome to the region! We have a Discord where you can discuss stuff.
no like can i just fall through the ceiling and meet people i would like to try roleplaying
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