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Imperial explander wrote:Ooc:Of course, please do send me the link

OOC: Here’s our rules and suggested guidelines:

Rules:

    1. Limited Resources: A nation does not have the ability to produce infinite tanks or soldiers, it has limited supplies. No autarkies that have every conceivable resource.
    2. No Metagaming: Metagaming – defined as the player using their real-life knowledge of the state of the game to determine the actions of their characters, when said characters have no awareness or relevant knowledge under the circumstances – is strictly prohibited.
    3. Role Play Etiquette: You cannot force someone to role play with you.
    4. Magic: Magic is allowed.
    5. Nation States Stats are not used for role play here. Your nation in role play is not defined by NS stats, so feel free to get creative.
    6. Map: If no posts are made for an uninterrupted two week period, then a nation will be declared inactive. If a nation remains inactive for a two week long uninterrupted period, then they shall lose their spot on the map. Exceptions will be made for those that provide prior notification, we understand that people have lives.
    7. No God-modding: You can only control your own characters, unless consent is given by the player whose character(s) you are (temporarily) taking control of.

Guidelines:

    1. Tech Levels: There are five tech levels, Past Tech(PT), Modern Tech(MT), Post Modern Tech(PMT), Future Tech(FT), and Fantasy Tech(FanT). Past tech is the loosest category, anything from the stone age to the end of world war two. Modern tech is anything from the cold war, to modern day. Post Modern Tech is defined as anything within the confines of the “Near future” that is still bound by the laws of physics. Future Tech is defined as “Far Future” and allows for things seem in space operas like handheld energy weapons and warp drives. Fantasy Tech is anything with magic. Generally it is recommended that a nation of a given tech level only interact with nations of equal tech level, or that are one tech level apart. For example a Modern tech nation can relatively easily Role play with a PT, MT, or PMT nation.
    2. Mixed Nations: It is possible to have a “Mixed Nation” or one that has multiple tech levels within it. Often this takes the form of an otherwise MT or PMT nation with certain FanT elements – mostly the presence of an enclave of magic users. But it can also be applied to have a MT or PMT nation with a PT group in it.
    3. Magic: While magic is allowed, it is recommended that players develop a concrete system to define it’s use. This prevents misuse and arguments in the future. This type of magic system is called a hard-magic system. An example would be eating different types of resources for different effects, or just a system where it is defined what experience/power is needed for certain spells.
    4. While the region is named “The Alliance of Dictators” your nation does not have to be a dictatorship, feel free to get creative.
    5. Please do have a motivation for your nation’s actions in regional role play. As an example, X Nation has gone to war with Y Nation for seemingly no reason. This situation can be fixed relatively easily, X Nation indicates that it has a historical/cultural claim on land owned by Y Nation and has gone to war to reclaim it.


Read dispatch

Lenspheria

The greater antipodes wrote:As part of the government's "Stronger Futures" program and to fully bring about the beginning of the Council of Mutual Cooperation and Development, a Canberra economic conference will be held from the 10-13th of August in which the following states -- both near and far -- have been invited for membership:

Following a quick and entirely unanimous vote to partake in the "Stronger Futures" program, Lenspheria accepts the open hand.

Lenspheria is honored to take part.

via Hollow Point

The Emoticons of Smiley Bob

Happy 5 year embassy-versary! Leaves a basket of fruit

Vistulange, Lionsmarchk, Mlg gaming, The greater antipodes, and 2 othersSpiritual Republic of Caryton, and Island Zero



The Holy Confederacy of Troois Sul

The woods pt.1

If you were to travel to the edges of Troois Sul's sovereign lands, the smog will fade into a thin mist and, although the stench of industrial fumes still lingers, one may breath relatively freely.

At 04:00 hrs a squad of Shepherds venture to the East. Their purpose is to investigate a strange occurrence near one of the many blackened woods at the outskirts of the nation.

As they drive through the rarely passed (and, it seemed, maintained) road to their destination, they couldn't help but feel that their endeavour was rather redundant.

"So why are we going to a place away from the cities, away from the crime?" one of Shepherds, a new recruit, broke the silence.

"have more faith lad, the Saints can see even out here." The driver responded, he was wearing the insignia of a higher rank. Presumably a sergeant.

"oh no no no. I meant no ill, it just seems odd that we'd be sent so far from the action. Hasn't our detachment just been ordered to quell deceit in the capital? You know, about the Factbooks and other articles that have been edited?" The young Shepherd responded.

"Eyes up!" one of the shepherds sitting in the back of the truck called out.

"Looks like this is the place." he leant forward, pointing towards a dilapidated house emerging from the mist as they drew closer. Behind it stood a blackened wood

"Seriously?" the recruit expressed his disappointment.

"Yes, now put your helmets on, I'll do the talking" said the Sergeant, pulling on the handbrake.

At 05:10 hrs, the Shepherds questioned the inhabitants about what had happened to warrant their attention.

Inside the house, they found a family, sitting at a rickety table. Their wide, frightened eyes fixated, and followed as the sergeant entered and sat opposite.

"So tell me, what guidance do you need, poor lamb?" the sergeant questioned in a calm manner, disguising his uneasy wariness of the family's disturbingly synchronised gaze.

In response to this, the adult woman turned her whole body to face the window. Without blinking, she raised a trembling finger and gestured towards the wood...



The Empire of Artarum

Artarum wrote:Rumlew Harbour District, Artarumen Empire
02:10, 4th of August 2020

Rain poured onto the vast city of Rumlew as the cool summer wind blew over the skyscrapers that marked Rumlew's skyline. The magnificent city was a testament to the development of Artarumen cultural and social life: the boring stuff was in Liudan, the capital, and everything fun was in Rumlew. Nightclubs and bars were open until the morning, with most of them working twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Theatres and cinemas were stuffed with people, and opera houses were always sold out. The economic, cultural, and social heart of the entire Artarumen Empire beat strong, as ever. Of course, there were darker sides to this metropolis, as well.

A pair of men, clad in what seemed like military fatigues but certainly weren't Imperial Armed Forces uniforms, patrolled around a gate near the harbour. To protect from the downpour, they had baggy black raincoats over themselves, with the water making the black finish of their long-barreled rifles gleam in the spotlights. A series of lorries, three of them, rolled up to a checkpoint, and after a brief conversation with the guards, the barrier lifted and the lorries passed. They stopped at the pier, and the drivers - gruffy, overweight men, two of whom were smoking cigarettes - got off. Thankfully, they were under a tarp, which meant that the rain would not infringe on their smoking.

Another armed man approached them, looking over the lorries. He spoke with a thick Boer accent. "Are these the goods?"

"What else would they be?"

The armed man grunted. Smugglers and criminals weren't the nicest and politest people one could affiliate with. Other armed men open up the lorries, the ramps sliding out. Within, it's an armoury. Long-barreled rifles, submachine guns, grenades, combat knives, boxes upon boxes of ammunition - enough to outfit a small armed group to the teeth. The armed men walk into the lorries' containers, presumably to inspect the shipment in detail. The non-smoking driver, seemingly the chief, gestures at the port.

"How in hell do you expect to get these out of here?"

The armed man talking with the drivers looked at him. In his thick Boer accent, he replied - "None of your goddamn business, brak." While the driver did not know what "brak" meant, he picked up on the word's origin, and coupled with the man's thick accent, he didn't need to be a particularly bright person to know who they were dealing with.

"Boers, eh? Judging by the whole secrecy thing you blokes have got over here, you're up to no good. Do the blokes at the MoD know about this crap?"

The armed man tapped the side of his rifle impatiently. The driver was asking too many questions for a driver. He did not reply, prompting the driver to speak more. "Bleeding Boers, trying to stir crap up as always. Why don't you lot just go back to whatever hell you decided to crawl out of, eh?"

Some Boers had decided to stay in Bergsehuis after apartheid had collapsed. This particular group had different intentions. The armed man shrugged. "We're just fine right here, you dikgat Artarumen," he barked, casually adding in some of his own language, "and we're citizens of the Empire, aren't we? You've done your job, now shut your mouth and wait for us to finish inspections."

The driver snorted, but he wasn't going to argue further with an armed person who was clearly not acting in legal limits. Even if he were legal, arguing too much with military men in Artarum was unwise overall. He just leaned against a metal girder holding the tarp up and looked at the other two drivers, who had lit another set of cigarettes, and they shrugged at him. The men in the lorries came out, waving to the one that had spoken to the leading driver.

"Alright." The armed man gestured at the drivers, "unload the containers, then be off with you." The drivers tossed their cigarettes on the wet concrete ground, not bothering to stamp out the butts, and walked to their lorries to detach the containers.

The sound of a helicopter began to approach. The armed men looked at one another, and it quickly became evident that the helicopter was not simply passing by. Before they could do much, things went from bad to worse. Tall albeit crouching figures with ballistic shields and small personal defence weapons, flanked by other figures who instead held long-barreled rifles, crept out between the spaces between the forest of containers, and a megaphone cracked to life.

"Unidentified armed militia, you are surrounded! Immediately place your weapons down and you will not be fired upon! Heavy support is available for the ground forces and you have no realistic chance of making it out of a firefight. "

The armed men had been caught disorganised. Had they been in position, they could perhaps have offered some meaningful resistance, but as they stood, they were fragmented and divided. Looking at one another, they slowly lifted their rifles above their heads and slowly crouched down, placing the rifles on the floor, then stood up as slowly as they had crouched down. The special police teams moved in, methodically bagging the rifles and rather harshly pushing the unarmed men on the floor, one officer stamping on their backs as another handcuffed the perp.

"Get out of the lorry! Get out! Get the hell out!"

The police officer yelled at the drivers, who were positively terrorised by the police operations force. They weren't militia - they were simply hired drivers. Upon getting out, they too were thrown to the ground and handcuffed. After twenty minutes, with all the present militiamen arrested and escorted to armoured vans, it's only the lorries and their cargo left. Several officers continued to inspect the area.

"Holy hell, there's a lot of weapons in here. This wasn't just some random group of weapons smugglers. I think this needs to go higher up."

His friend nodded behind his balaclava and ballistic helmet. "Yeah. Yeah, no, this is big. Think the MoD will get to it?"

"I'd be surprised if the bloody Prime Minister didn't get to it. This place seems to have been used a lot, look at all those marks and scratches on the concrete," he pointed out, "Christ. God knows how many shipments they got off before we got the intel."

Turning around, he called out to the area, taking advantage of the fact that the rain seemed to have slowed. "Alright, you slow-moving lot, get this wrapped up! We still need to debrief and prepare the paperwork for all this crap, come on, come on!" This being a police operation, regardless of its scale, it still necessitated a virtual mountain of paperwork for the sergeant and lieutenant, who dreaded the work.

"Come on, let's go. Drinks are on me once we wrap the paperwork up tomorrow night, I call this a successful operation. Not a single shot fired, perps under custody, and we bagged three lorries filled to the brim with guns and ammo. Just wonderful."

Grimsmore Ward, Liudan, Artarumen Empire
09:15, 8th of August 2020

"Mr Prime Minister."

The Cabinet rose to their feet as Prime Minister Anthony Bishop walked into the spacious meeting room, walking right to the head of the dark brown mahogany table. As he sat down, he waved them to their seats, upon which the men immediately sat. Coffee and tea had already been prepared, and he helped himself to a cup of oolong tea - imported tea from Zhongwangguo had quickly become a national favourite in Artarum, perhaps the newest national craze, threatening to displace the traditional tea from the former colony of Chajameen - and sat down, clearing his throat.

"Alright, I get a feeling that I am not going to like any of what I'm about to hear in this meeting, but here we are," he shrugged, gesturing to Christian Blumenthal, the Home Secretary and a Deputy Prime Minister. The Home Secretary swallowed a large mouthful of tea and nodded at the Prime Minister, though his expression indicated that he would quite rather be elsewhere, as opposed to reporting what was essentially a fiasco to his boss.

"Of course, Mr Prime Minister. Four days ago, a special operation teams of the Imperial Rumlew Constabulary ran a joint operation with the Special Air Service commandos, in Rumlew. The Imperial Rumlew Constabulary - to which I shall refer to as 'IRC' from now on - had suspicions regarding large-scale weapons smuggling out of Artarum, to an unknown overseas destination. Much of the weapons are small arms, with rifles, grenades, ammunition, and submachine guns being the primary good. However, there are some findings that some lightly armoured vehicles and armoured personnel carriers are also missing." He exhaled, waiting for the Prime Minister to react. He didn't, thus prompting Blumenthal to continue. "An outgoing shipment of three lorries - standard size containers, forty feet - was intercepted, along with their cargo. The bills of lading were also captured before they could be destroyed, sir, which means we know where that particular shipment was headed to. Bergsehuis, sir." With that, he exhaled and nodded, indicating that he was done.

The Prime Minister stared blankly at Blumenthal for a few seconds. Finally, he spoke. "Today is the 8th of August." The men nodded hesitantly. "This happened four days ago." Once more, collective nodding. "And I'm hearing of this now? We have arms shipments, illegal ones, being smuggled all the way to Bergsehuis - armoured personnel carriers, for Christ's sake! - and I hear of this only now? Are all of you complete idiots, Blumenthal?" Stressing the word "idiots", Bishop slammed his hand on the table, making a few teacups shake where they stood. "Why the hell do we pay you lot in the Home Office if people are going to smuggle arms from Artarum proper to the former colonies? You are aware that there is a white supremacist terrorist organisation active over there, Blumenthal?"

As Bishop continued to berate Blumenthal, many of the other ministers struggled to keep a straight face, most of them eager to get out of the room as soon as possible and not face the risk of facing Bishop's wrath. Defence Minister Prenderghast, in particular, appeared to be completely white in colour by now, certain that the Prime Minister's attention would soon come to him. Indeed, his fears were soon proven to be well-founded.

"Prenderghast!" Bishop bellowed, having finished berating Blumenthal, the man looking positively sick, and turned his eyes onto the older man. "Are you telling me that our warehouses had missing per-son-nel car-ri-ers -" he placed specific emphasis on every syllable - "- and you just thought that was normal? Or were you not informed by the base officers?" It was, actually, the latter case, which meant that Prenderghast could perhaps rightfully shift the blames to a few colonels. "That's right, Mr Prime Minister. I was not informed - I am learning of this just now."

That seemed to calm Bishop somewhat. Of course, the fact that the whole ordeal had not been transmitted to the Defence Minister was a travesty in and of itself, indicating corruption within the officer ranks to some degree, but it was one that could be dealt with later. Right now, more important things were at hand.

"Brilliant. Just brilliant, you two." He leaned back, running a hand through his hair and groaning. "Have any shipments gotten to Bergsehuis just yet?"

Eyes darted from minister to minister. "Not that we know of, sir, but seeing the shipments have been going on for quite some time - perhaps a few months, the IRC is still working on it - the possibility that some may have is, ah, very real." No good news there, either. Still, ranting and rambling at his Cabinet members would solve nothing, and it might even disincentivise them from doing their jobs properly. "Alright, then. First things first, I want the IRC off this ordeal. This has officially gotten beyond their scope. I want the Home Office dealing with it directly, as well as military intelligence. You two," he pointed to Blumenthal, then Prenderghast, "work nice. Mr Bannerman," he said, turning to the Minister for Homeland Security, causing the man to shrink slightly in his seat, owing to Bishop's barking tone, "I want you to assess whether or not those guns could end up being used for a terrorist attack in Artarum itself."

"Yes, sir. Do we want domestic intelligence on the issue, sir?"

Bishop shook his head. "Not yet. Not until we know for a fact that this white supremacist group has designs in Artarum itself, not until we have confirmed that there is, in fact, a threat to the homeland. Mr Prenderghast, do we have a carrier group that could reasonably intercept the shipments? Any patrols of the Navy?" That was, admittedly, a filler question. Of course they had a carrier group close by, the Empire had too many of those damned things. Naturally, the answer was in the affirmative. "Yes, sir. The HMS Inverstrath is deployed in that sea, along with its escort force. Should they intercept?"

"They should, but we don't know the precise ships that are carrying the goods. If we start intercepting every single ship on its way to Bergsehuis, President Maimane is going to cause a ruckus - rightfully so, mind you. And that won't leave an impression of the sort I would like to leave on the rest of the Commonwealth. Speaking of Maimane," he stopped, turning his head to the Minister for the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, Spencer Lowenthal, "Mr Lowenthal, have your people prepare an extensive and proper report for Maimane and his government. If we act unilaterally on this, we risk losing Bergsehuisan trust, and Maimane is a good partner. I want him on our side in all this, not acting alone. If need be, arrange for a teleconference between the two of us." Lowenthal simply nodded and took a few notes with his fountain pen, more than pleased that he hadn't gotten a verbal beatdown.

"If we can identify the precise vessels, then yes, order them stopped and searched in international waters. If they respond in a hostile manner, the procedures are clear, neutralise if possible, sink if they further refuse. If they enter Bergsehuisan waters, do not pursue them. Again, I want Maimane working with us." He explained, scratching his chin. "In fact, I'd like you to talk with the Bergsehuisan ambassador immediately," he pointed at Lowenthal, "before any sort of report." The minister nodded once more.

"I want a full report on this white supremacist group. I want the bloody intelligence to work together for a change, and not hoard information. Is that at all possible, gentlemen? If I have to wait four days again to be informed, I'll be reading several resignations in the morning, in lieu of the Liudan Times. Understood?" The ministers collectively nodded, and Bishop rose from his seat. "Off to work, gentlemen."

Another nod, and the men shimmied out of the room, each one of them more eager to get out of the meeting room than the other.

Island Zero and Zhongwangguo

The Technocracy of Golgorna

I just joined as a consumerist police state. and already, the number of democracies and theocracies touting political and personal freedom in this region is worrying

The ឵឵឵឵ of Island Zero

Golgorna wrote:I just joined as a consumerist police state. and already, the number of democracies and theocracies touting political and personal freedom in this region is worrying

OOC: Welcome to the region.
Since we are an RP region we don't really mix Nationstates stats with roleplay. Like for example my nation isn't socialist in-RP.

Zhongwangguo

The Eunuchs’ Game Uncovered

The Huangdai only found out that information was being withheld from him when during a small private dinner a high-ranking palace eunuch vaguely criticised the “preposterous offer for the Middle Kingdom join a so-called ‘international order’ by acquiescing all authority related to trade and foreign affairs to some far-flung tiny town in a shadow kingdom with little ambition and too few imperial holdings” after enjoying one too many alcoholic beverages. By the next afternoon, the Huangdai issued his arrest warrant following his personal investigation uncovering the palace eunuchs’ move to mitigate his most explicit wishes for the Middle Kingdom to embrace the international community by heavily restricting the flow of information between the foreign ministry and the palace.

The Huangdai has called for a public inquiry led by outsider Confucius scholars holding positions in the state bureaucracy to uncover any other conspiracies involving manipulating the Dragon Throne. The palace eunuchs, scrambling to protect their posts and past intrigues, have launched a similar anti-corruption campaign targeting government officials in the state bureaucracy investigating them by utilising their own secret service agency to imprison, interrogate and torture suspects in secret prisons across the country for this very purpose.

As the civil service war intensifies, it is the Chinese people caught in between that will suffer. For while the Middle Kingdom will now join a multitude of international organisations, the erosion of ethics in figures of authority will inevitably plague the public’s perception of its government, at least in the short term.



Zhongwangguo

Veradax wrote:Diplomatic Missive to the Empire of Zhongwangguo:

The Empire of Veradax formally invites the nation of Zhongwangguo to dispatch a foreign mission to meet with Veradacian Officials in the capital city of Xoysa. Matters up for discussion will be limited to trade for the foreseeable future, at least until an embassy exchange can occur. A flight plan and the appropriate codes will be attached to this message to gain safe access to Veradacian Airspace and the appropriate escort to Xoysa International Airport.

Signed,
Ms. Tula Hai
Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade

OOC: I apologise. I appear to have missed this.

Dear Minister Tula Hai,

The Middle Kingdom is grateful and honoured by your invitation. A temporary diplomatic delegation has been dispatched to Xoysa to discuss trade and the possibility of establishing permanent diplomatic relations. ‎

Regards,

Ming Lin
Senior Secretary of Minister of Foreign Affairs
Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs

———

Dear Deputy Prime Minister For Foreign Affairs Spencer Lowenthal,

The Huangdai has today written to me giving his blessings for the Middle Kingdom to join the International Monetary Fund, the International Assembly and the International Bank for Development.

All the necessary bureaucratic and legal preparations have been made for the the Middle Kingdom to join these wonderful agencies, further embracing our duties and responsibilities to the international community. As such, I wonder if the Artarumen Empire is still open to us officially requesting to join the International Monetary Fund, the International Assembly and the International Bank for Development?


Warmest of regards, ‎

Ming Lin
Senior Secretary of Minister of Foreign Affairs
Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Celestial Empire of Shanyang

Vespergale wrote:"We are most accepting of these gifts from my divine brother and father, of you Duke Maoyi, Lord Liu. It is expected that you will be of great service to us and our future kin." Asta pushed herself up from her throne of pillows and took a few steps forwards, towards the new advisors. Reaching out her hand she used her index finger as a brush. Delicately painting on their forwards, first Maoyi then Liu, a golden eye on their foreheads while sayings, "Cherish this moment, for you are being touched by that which is holy and with purposeful intent. We give to you a radiant gift." Taking a step back, she admired the symbols of her own design now permanently affixed to their skin. Retreating back to her seat besides Neijing she inquired of the two, "Before we attend a matter of the state, we must ask. How do you envision me?"

The two noble Celestials bowed respectfully in reverent gratitude after the Queen bestowed her gift upon them, and Neijing affectionately clung to the the Half-Celestial ruler from the side as she returned to her seated position. The officials, meanwhile, thoughtfully considered the Jade Princess's question, and silently consulted with one another. It was the Duke Maoyi, then, who shortly replied in a tone of cultivated reverence. "You are the divine Huangdi's only daughter, beloved of Heaven, darling of her peoples, and jewel in the eye of the Celestial Court, Your Majesty. Your exalted Dynasty trusts you without reservation to be a light among rulers, and your subjects have faith in you as one of their own goddesses. We are your humble servants, the privileged messengers of your Celestial Dynasty, and those trusted to speak in your beatific presence from our knowledge and experience," he answered, speaking for the both of them, and the two of them concluded by bowing low.

Grossschwaben and Zhongwangguo

Zhongwangguo

Shanyang wrote:The two noble Celestials bowed respectfully in reverent gratitude after the Queen bestowed her gift upon them, and Neijing affectionately clung to the the Half-Celestial ruler from the side as she returned to her seated position. The officials, meanwhile, thoughtfully considered the Jade Princess's question, and silently consulted with one another. It was the Duke Maoyi, then, who shortly replied in a tone of cultivated reverence. "You are the divine Huangdi's only daughter, beloved of Heaven, darling of her peoples, and jewel in the eye of the Celestial Court, Your Majesty. Your exalted Dynasty trusts you without reservation to be a light among rulers, and your subjects have faith in you as one of their own goddesses. We are your humble servants, the privileged messengers of your Celestial Dynasty, and those trusted to speak in your beatific presence from our knowledge and experience," he answered, speaking for the both of them, and the two of them concluded by bowing low.

OOC: Ah, a fellow Chinese centric nation! I will be reading your posts on the RMB with great interest moving forward.

The ឵឵឵឵ of Island Zero

Zhongwangguo wrote:OOC: Ah, a fellow Chinese centric nation! I will be reading your posts on the RMB with great interest moving forward.

OOC: Wait, you aren't the same person?

Zhongwangguo

Island Zero wrote:OOC: Wait, you aren't the same person?

OOC: No, I’m not.



The Republic of Vistulange

Island Zero wrote:OOC: Wait, you aren't the same person?

OOC: I'd say it was pretty obvious. One is a goat-god something, the other is, well, a normal, MT-country with nothing that makes me recoil in regards to RP.

The Empire of Artarum

Zhongwangguo wrote:Dear Deputy Prime Minister For Foreign Affairs Spencer Lowenthal,

The Huangdai has today written to me giving his blessings for the Middle Kingdom to join the International Monetary Fund, the International Assembly and the International Bank for Development.

All the necessary bureaucratic and legal preparations have been made for the the Middle Kingdom to join these wonderful agencies, further embracing our duties and responsibilities to the international community. As such, I wonder if the Artarumen Empire is still open to us officially requesting to join the International Monetary Fund, the International Assembly and the International Bank for Development?

Warmest of regards, ‎

Ming Lin
Senior Secretary of Minister of Foreign Affairs
Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Dear Ming Lin,

The Artarumen Empire is greatly honoured by the Middle Kingdom's decision to join the International Monetary Fund, the International Assembly, and the International Bank for Development. There is little doubt that the entry of the Middle Kingdom into these institutions will further legitimise them and allow a more stable, secure, and prosperous world to be forged in the future. Naturally, the Artarumen Empire is more than willing to advocate for the entry of the Middle Kingdom into these institutions to other members.

The International Monetary Fund (IMF) requires member states to devote a certain portion of funds on an annual basis to be accumulated in a central fund denominated in pounds sterling, to be allocated to member states of the IMF in times of economic hardship and crisis, to be decided by the Board of Governors. As a prerequisite of entry and continued membership, the IMF requires that its member states maintain consistently transparent economic data and provide this data regularly to the IMF and provide funds on an annual basis.

The International Assembly (IA) requires that its member states maintain permanent representatives in Rumlew as ambassadors to the IA. A simple majority vote of member states is necessary for a state to be accepted into the IA.

The International Bank for Development (IBD), similar to the IMF, requires an annual contribution to its budget, with every member state being represented equally on its Board of Directors.

As always, it is a great pleasure working alongside the Middle Kingdom.

Regards,
Spencer Lowenthal
Deputy Prime Minister
Minister of State for the Foreign and Commonwealth Office

OOC: It's always useful if you can tag me in an IC post if you aren't quoting one of my posts! Otherwise, I might miss it.



Umbraen

Umbraen wrote:
Ambćrosinom Harbor

The capital of the Palatinate, Ambćrosinom, was often called "the Rainy City" due to the commonality of rainfall in that region of the country. Only in the winter, when the snows came, did the rain let up. The weather surrounding the city was almost always dark, cold, cloudy, and stormy. It was often said this was a sign of Andrćda's protection; the stormclouds that often lingered being commonly referred to as "Andrćda's Shield" with affection by the city's residents. Terrible weather for a beach day, but then again there were few beaches near the city as much of it's coastline was occupied by the city's immense dock system. The capital doubled as the largest city, and thus the most economically prosperous city. As a result it had a large dock system to address the innumerable ships coming and going with cargo, resources, tourists, and immigrants.

Grand Admiral Apollonić Sabeniou stood at the docks looking out onto the water. The rain had stopped a while ago but the clouds had yet to disperse and probably wouldn't any time soon. It was fine for Sabeniou. The admiral enjoyed the rain; water, really. She was a navy girl through-and-through having captained vessels since she was just a toddler in the bathtub. That was centuries ago now. She was old, even for an elf. It could be said that her having made it this far and lasted this long was a testament to her wisdom. Surviving in the political climate of Umbrćn was neither easy nor pleasant, certainly not for someone as important as the Grand Admiral. Those scoundrels in the Army were always looking for ways to put the Navy in it's place, whether through legitimate or illegitimate means.

The in-fighting between the Army and Navy was a centuries-old rivalry, and a bloody one at that. The reasons for it had ended long ago yet the bitterness remained all the same, lingering and growing stronger with time. Elves had long lives, long memories, and held long grudges. Many civil wars were started through the conflict between the two military branches, and many Palatine-Regent's found their lives shortened for taking sides in the rivalry. It was a national embarrassment. These two branches were meant to protect Umbrćn from foreign threats, but how could they do that while at each other's throats? It was by miracle no foreign power had exploited this instability for their own gain. The only thing that seemed to unite the Army and Navy was their hatred for the position of Palatine-Regent, something they saw as irrelevant; a tumor to be surgically removed. But as time went on the rivalry began to subside. The younger generations saw it as pointless, unnecessary, and petty. There was interest on both sides to see the old grudges put out to pasture.

Sabeniou was one of them. She'd been working at silently and slowly removing the Navy's Old Guard and replacing them with younger, more open-minded officers. She'd been largely successful in the endeavor to the point she felt it was time to take the next big step: extend an olive branch to the Army. This wouldn't be easy. The animosity between the branches was a substantially easier beast to slay than the other beast, which was the Army's Field Marshal Doria Tullić. Tullić had a reputation both in the Army and outside it as a complete fool. She was neither clever nor subtle and invoked neither loyalty nor admiration from even the most die-hard army girls. From the dubious circumstances of her birth which suggested an incestuous affair, to the bizarre affection the previous Field Marshal had for her hinting her promotions were a result of loyal 'service' on her knees, rumors were abound about the Field Marshal, her status, and her rank. As a soldier she was reckless; as an officer she was incompetent. By all means she should have been assassinated by now, but perhaps her successful career was simply a cruel jest of Malkom.

Whatever the case, Tullić was unpopular. An inbred warmonger trying to make a name for herself was the general consensus among the populace, including Army troopers. Sabeniou in particular despised her, regarding her as a buffoon; an imbecile with which disaster was inevitable. But Sabeniou was also the better woman. She could deal with people she couldn't stand. She was patient. She didn't expect Tullić to respond to her missive at all, so she was pleasantly surprised when Tullić accepted her invitation to meet privately at the city docks.

"Field Marshal." she said respectfully. The Field Marshal merely huffed. "What do you want, Fish-Shagger?" Tullić said, as rude as ever. Sabeniou simply chuckled and shook her head. The admiral turned back to the sea and looked out over the ocean.

"I'm old, Doria. Too old. Too old for hate, too old for schemes, too old for politics. I'm done with it all. I've done what I could in this life to make this country a better place for every Drow in it. I've done it all. And I'm finished. Almost, anyway. By the Three, I'd like to think I did more than enough but it hardly seems like it sometimes. I want to commit one, last grand contribution to this great country before I retire. And I'd like you to help me.

Tullić raised an eyebrow. "With what?" she asked harshly, as if questioning the admiral's motives.

"Peace. Between the branches; between the country. You know as well as I that as it is we are too weak. It's only a matter of time before some foreign imperialist tries to exploit that weakness, and we'll both lose as a result. I don't want it to come to that. I don't want foreign submarines in our waters or foreign planes in our skies or foreign tanks on our streets. Do you?"

Tullić folded her arms but remained silent.

"I'll take your silence as a 'yes'. Of course, you and I both know that there can never be peace between the branches as long as certain people remain in power. Certain people who do not help the healing process, but hinder it."

Tullić snarled. "The bitch Demetriou, of course." she answered confidently.

"Once those certain people have been removed, then the branches can reconnect and the country can heal. Grow stronger. Better than the old empire ever was, for the good of all Drow."

Tullić smirked and lifted her chin, holding her nose high in the air as she did so. "And of course you need the Army to ensure your coup is a success."

Sabeniou tilted her head down. "The only way the branches can mend their schism is if they come together. By whatever means necessary."

"Then the Army, and thus myself, will rule all of Umbrćn. No exceptions." Tullić demanded, ever the negotiator.

Sabeniou sighed and shook her head as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "F*cking idiot..." she muttered to herself. Sabeniou collected and composed herself, turning around to face the marshal. She adjusted the raincoat covering her uniform and cleared her throat before nodding. "You'll agree, then, to help make our country whole again?"

Tullić stroked her chin for a moment, thinking. "Fine. I'll enjoy hearing Demetriou's screams when I have that slut crucified on top of the palace. And don't get any ideas about crossing me, little mermaid, because I'll see it coming." she said smugly.

Sabeniou wanted to reach out and slap her, but she restrained herself. "Rest assured everything will work out for the better." she said before saluting the marshal, albeit reluctantly. "Dismissed." she said before departing the scene.

Tullić scowled. "You don't give me orders, you old hag." she muttered under her breath with spite.

Sabeniou and Tullić had made their preparations. When they were finished, the two military officials had met at the Silver Palace to enact their plans. A joint coup between the Army and the Navy was unprecedented; no one would have expected it or seen it coming. It was simply impossible to fathom. "Are you prepared?" Sabeniou asked. Tullić scoffed and folded her arms. "I'm going to shave that bitch's head and hang her by her ankles." the Field Marshal said with a vicious smirk. Sabeniou rolled her eyes. "You're very charming, you know that?" she said sarcastically before opening the door to the Palace.

The two women were accompanied by two officers, each, from their respective branches. The Palace Guards paid no mind to it. The officers were all unarmed and the Guards were a mix of Army Troopers and Naval Marines and therefor were subject to the orders of the Field Marshal and the Grand Admiral, respectively. They didn't need to ask for directions. This early in the morning, Demetriou would've been in the bath being "attended to" by her servants. She was a routine creature, and would be caught off-guard.

As the officers approached the doors to the bathing room Tullić stopped and pulled a gun from her jacket, shooting the two guards - an Army Trooper and a Naval Marine - at the door dead before they could react. The other officers reacted with surprise and shock, though Sabeniou was furious. "What the f*ck are you doing!? This was supposed to be bloodless! One of those soldiers was yours!" she shouted angrily. "A noble sacrifice. Can't take any chances." Tullić said. It wouldn't be long before more guards came to investigate. Sabeniou shoved Tullić aside and grabbed the gun from her hands before opening the door. "You're an idiot." she said, gritting her teeth.

Tullić strutted into the bathing room with her arms behind her back and her head held high, a smirk written across her face. "Well, well, well. Here she is: the oh-so-clever bitch and her harem of sluts." Demetriou was seated in the rather large bath, surrounding by her terrified servants. The Palatinate-Regent, however, was no afraid. Rather she was unamused. "Doria, my dear! A coup? I always knew you had it in you! Just needed someone smarter than you to help you pull it off. Plenty of those around. It must hard, hm? Knowing you're such an incompetent buffoon that you earned your position on your knees rather than on the battlefield? I'll admit you must be rather skilled with that tongue of yours to have gotten as far as you have. Perhaps the only skill that can make up for your inbred mind." Demetriou said as she slipped a glass of wine to her lips. "I am not inbred!" Tullić shouted with seething rage. Demetriou smirked. "No, no! Of course! Purely a rumor." Tullić folded her arms. "It's over, bitch. You're out of power as of now. Get out and ditch your sluts so you can face a firing squad." Tullić said brandishing a pair of handcuffs. "Oh my! You want to see me naked and tie me up? Why Doria, I had no idea you were so-"

"Shut your whorish mouth!" Tullić interrupted. "Maybe I should just kill you right her. Admiral, give my gun." Tullić asked, outstretching her hand in Sabeniou's direction while keeping her hateful eyes trained on Demetriou. As Demetriou's mouth widened into an ever-growing smirk Tullić wondered what she was up to. Then she felt the barrel of the gun pressed against her skull and she gently turned to see the Admiral holding the gun against her head. "Apollonić... what the f*ck are you doing?" she asked. Sabeniou's expression was a mix of disgust and hate. "Serving my country." Tullić looked around at the other officers, particularly the Army ones that had accompanied her. "Don't just stand there! Do something!" Tullić shouted, but the officers refused to move. They disregarded their superiors' orders altogether. Tullić turned back to Sabeniou, then Demetriou. "What the f*ck is this!?"

"This?" Demetriou asked as she gentle nudged her servants aside and rose from the bath. "Why, this is a coup Field Marshal. Not the one you were expecting, but oh well. We can't always get what we want, hm?" She walked to the side of the room and picked up a towel and began to dry herself off. Tullić looked back to Sabeniou. "You said you wanted to get rid of Demetriou!" Sabeniou raised an eyebrow, "Did I? I don't recall saying anything particularly damning or treasonous. You, on the other hand..." The Admiral produced a recorder, which played the entire conversation between Sabeniou and Tullić on the docks. She was right: everything she said was vague and would never hold up in a court of law, whereas Tullić was, well, rather damning. No lawyer in the world could save her from that. "Like I said, Field Marshal. You're an idiot." the Admiral said, tossing the recorder to Demetriou. Honorić looked over the recorder. "Hm. We'll have to edit your lines, Admiral. Don't want people to think you're a traitor when we release this to the public. I'm sure we can find another scapegoat in the Navy." Sabeniou nodded. "I know a few ladies who'd deserve it."

Demetriou smiled as she put on a bath robe. "I knew you would! And as for you, Field Marshal - well, I'm afraid this will be our last meeting. Have fun in prison." Tullić was furious as two guards entered the room to arrest her. "You can't do this! I lead the Army! I AM the Army! You'll have a civil war on your hands!" Demetriou swung the belt on her robe around. "Oh? I guess you weren't informed that your collaborators have all been arrested and replaced? It should be finishing up as we speak. The Army is officially devoid of rats. Navy, too. How unfortunate. It seems the old wounds weren't as deep as most thought, and that your influence wasn't as large as you believed. But that's hardly surprising; nobody likes an incompetent superior, do they?" Honorić turned to Sabeniou. "Why Admiral, I believe that makes you a heroine! Congratulations." Apollonić simply smirked and chuckled. "I guess so, ma'am."

Tullić growled as the guards handcuffed her. "You bitches! I'll have your tongues cut out and fed to dogs, you hear me!? This is not over!" she shouted as they dragged her away. "Oh, guards!" Honorić shouted. The guards stopped to turn to her. She gestured to the two dead guards outside the door. "It seems the 'good' Field Marshal decided to execute your comrades. Tell me, how do you feel about that?" she said, her smug smile faded as she let a little anger out. The guards looked at each other, then at Doria. Without speaking they began to beat and assault her viciously, with everyone else simply watching. Even Sabeniou, who would normally object to such a thing, decided to let it pass. By the time the guards were finished Tullić was spitting blood. "Feel better?" Demetriou asked. The guards grabbed the Field Marshal off the floor and hauled her away.

The Palatine-Regent turned to the Grand Admiral. "Unfortunate about that. I'll make sure their families are compensated. They'll be given heroic burials." The Admiral sighed. "Suppose I should've saw it coming. But perhaps I thought she was better- smarter than that. Just another reason to get out of this mess." Demetriou nodded at the Admiral's words. "Enjoy retirement, Apollonić." The Admiral nodded and then saluted Demetriou. "Will do, ma'am." the Admiral said as she left the building.

Honorić turned to the two Army and two Navy officers that remained. "Now then, the houses have been cleaned. Now it's time to rebuild and make this country something to be proud of again. First, we're dropping that stupid 'Regent' part of my title. As of now the Regency is officially over."



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Veradax/Umbraen Cultural Fair, Opening Night

It was opening night, VIP exclusive due to security concerns. All sorts of high profile politicians and businessmen would be in attendance along with the odd scientist and military official. The only cause for concern were the Haters in attendance to watch over their section of the fair. Undoubtedly they’d be harassed in later nights when the foreigners with less self-control showed up. Though the Alynites were expecting some lively conversation, and the Acolytes didn’t expect much of anything.

The first to arrive – discounting the media - were a small group of scientists from the Imari Institute, always prompt. They were accompanied by Dr. Zxerque and Dr. Kravas, who were not associated with the Institute. Few in number as their reasons for being here were more specific than enjoying the fair. Next came a gaggle of politicians and bureaucrats, mostly faceless, though there were a few ministers among them. Businessmen and various celebrities trickled in at various times, not exactly being a unified force of any sort. Among the last to arrive was Executor Sonre, who had made the trip with the hope of meeting her counterpart. Umbraen officials would be arriving slightly later, there had been a delay due to weather.

Zxerque and the rest of the scientists tended to stick together, while the others were more spread out. At this time the Umbraen officials would make their entrance, only slightly inconvenienced by the brief delay.

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Artarum wrote:Dear Ming Lin,

The Artarumen Empire is greatly honoured by the Middle Kingdom's decision to join the International Monetary Fund, the International Assembly, and the International Bank for Development. There is little doubt that the entry of the Middle Kingdom into these institutions will further legitimise them and allow a more stable, secure, and prosperous world to be forged in the future. Naturally, the Artarumen Empire is more than willing to advocate for the entry of the Middle Kingdom into these institutions to other members.

The International Monetary Fund (IMF) requires member states to devote a certain portion of funds on an annual basis to be accumulated in a central fund denominated in pounds sterling, to be allocated to member states of the IMF in times of economic hardship and crisis, to be decided by the Board of Governors. As a prerequisite of entry and continued membership, the IMF requires that its member states maintain consistently transparent economic data and provide this data regularly to the IMF and provide funds on an annual basis.

The International Assembly (IA) requires that its member states maintain permanent representatives in Rumlew as ambassadors to the IA. A simple majority vote of member states is necessary for a state to be accepted into the IA.

The International Bank for Development (IBD), similar to the IMF, requires an annual contribution to its budget, with every member state being represented equally on its Board of Directors.

As always, it is a great pleasure working alongside the Middle Kingdom.

Regards,
Spencer Lowenthal
Deputy Prime Minister
Minister of State for the Foreign and Commonwealth Office

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Dear Deputy Prime Minister For Foreign Affairs Spencer Lowenthal,

I would like to begin this letter by expressing my humble gratitude for your support and advocacy in assisting the Middle Kingdom to expand its portfolio of international commitments. It is the imperial government's view that mankind stands to benefit by the Middle Kingdom increasing its stake in shared responsibilities. We greatly value your friendship and your suggestions on how we can expand our commitments to the international community. So once again, thank you.

The Middle Kingdom is thrilled to contribute its fair share to the IMF and the IBD by considerably surpassing the minimum contribution requirements. We have blessed with increasing prosperity and good fortune, and are now delighted to be in good company with the Artarumen Empire as our closest ally. Consequently, we see it only befitting to share with the world by paying our fair share of monetary contributions. We hope these contributions can be used to help other fellow developing economies who are not as fortunate as us within the IMF and IBD so that they too can prosper. The Middle Kingdom intends to be fully transparent concerning its economy by regularly publishing relevant and accurate economic data.

We also look forward to joining the IA. We will pursue friendly relations with all IA members by establishing direct diplomatic relations with sovereign members, and consult with Liudan concerning those former colonies still dependent politically and legally on the Artarumen Empire for governance. We are certain mutually beneficial relations between the Middle Kingdom and IA members will go a long way in helping advocate and uphold the revered values of dialogue and international law that are conducive to global security and trade.‎

Regards,

Ming Lin
Senior Secretary of Minister of Foreign Affairs
Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs

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Troois Sul wrote:OOC: :-D I would like this a thousand times if I could lol.

OOC: Glad you like it. I'm trying a new style and although I did end up rushing this in the end, I think this is preferable to the old MS paint style.

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