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Casillas islands | I'd say I've been having a good day, just been a little bored, nothing much Novo senatus et populusque romanus, Olivedrabionis, Akumanga, Koedric, and 1 otherCon Ins Lallakerscak | |
Novos romanos | *vibes in my corner* | |
Olivedrabionis | Based Akumanga and Novos romanos | |
Romau | What in the god dame happened here | |
Olivedrabionis | Some kid decided to spam Romau and Akumanga | |
The Third Republic of Romaniche | Well. Good morning. | |
Legionarya | 1:37 PM, a little small square in Dristor City The little square is full of people of all ages, gathered around a small stage. On it, a short man dressed in religious clothing preaches. Priest: We, the lawful believers of this country, fell into this complete mess and heresy, as victims! But this shall not last! (crowd cheers). Legionarya is no playground for fascists! We, the people of the true God, must rise up and fight until the last drop of blood for freedom and for Jesus. (raises the fist up in the air, as the crowd cheers even louder) Somewhere, in the very back of the little square, a tall man with a black leather jacket is watching, hidden from the crowd. He takes out a small device out of his pocket and presses a button Man: This is Beto52, in position. This is almost over, get ready. 2 minutes later, a dark small chamber, unknown location. A man, all dressed in black, sits at a table inspecting a pistol. A woman enters the room. Women: We must get ready. Man (stands up): You gathered the squad? Another 2 men enter the room. Man 2: Yea, she did. The woman puts a big bag on the table. Woman: This is all our contact could spare. They are cranking up on guns because of the unrest. Man 1 (takes an UZI out of the bag): It is all we need. Let’s suit up and get the bikes. 10 minutes later, on a highway. A Skoda is speeding on the highway, going past other cars. The priest is looking through its window at the nature surrounding the place. Driver(looking at the car mirror): Ah, bikers. I cannot stand them. The priest looks at the bike driving right near them. He looks to the left and notices another motorcycle, also driving right near them to them. Priest: What, are they crazy? He notices the person on the back of the motorcycle take out a gun. Priest: wait... Before he could say another word, the small bullets pierce through the windows of the car and annihilating both the priest, and the driver. The car abruptly drifts in the steel barrier, as the 2 bikes speed past it, towards the highway exit. tag: Romaniche Casillas islands Draconovox Azoris Akumanga The soldrania | |
Aquiliea | Good morning | |
Air nomads colony | Vietnam | |
Oprimide | Do you konw some nations that can make me a logo for my football team? | |
The continent of teyvat | Yeah, in Vietnam it's near midnight now. Go to sleep, you night owl! | |
The Padishah of Suwaya | Changing my religion to NationStatesModism Olivedrabionis, Albakovoso, and Novos romanos | |
The Third Republic of Romaniche | Dew it | |
The Padishah of Suwaya | Anyone use PoliticsandWar it seems like the end of days over there with all the nukes. | |
The Third Republic of Romaniche | Huh? | |
The Padishah of Suwaya | It’s a website similar to NS but there’s a war element and economy element. Currently like 100 nukes are going off every day and it’s destroying global food production. I have some stockpiled but will starve in 127 day, assuming someone doesn’t level me. | |
Air nomads colony | not vietnamese | |
The Republic of Durrnil 1 | please don't, the mods will probably get angry | |
Oprimide | What country are you from? | |
The Constitutional Tsardom of Azoris | Our Throne of Lies, Part I Red Blossoms Lie... Part I of a series of events pertaining to... Tsar Aekoya stood before a painting, he pressed a hand against the canvas feeling that pang when his hand grazed the oil canvas decoloring the fine surface. The portrait of the blonde-haired man with icy eyes, almost as cold as the snow-swept landscape behind him. He lifted his hand from the portrait seeing the man's face now as pale as the snowscape behind him and pondered wonderingly at the image of his father. Somehow, it seemed more fitting now, as though he had stood there for years and become one with the landscape. He looked at the oil staining his hands and then back at the image of the man, his father, the late Tsar Aurelian. He rubbed the oil from his hands and took a step back, nearly bumping into someone's shoulder as he did. Aekoya jumped slightly and turned around to apologize only to find that Jacqueline was standing there giving him a wry smile, "I was wondering how long you'd be here for." Aekoya blinked, "Ms. Jacqueline, I did not expect to see you here, I apologize for running into you." "She waved a hand dismissively, "Don't worry about it, you seemed quite lost in thought. If I might be so bold, what were you thinking of?" Aekoya's gaze flickered back to the pale painting and then settled on Jacqueline's gaze, "If I'm being completely honest I was wondering what Aurelian would have done, had he been in my position." Jacqueline stepped to the Tsar's side, "Does it matter, ultimately? I mean, not to sound harsh but from a strictly empirical view you did far more than he ever did." "And at what cost?" "What cost? Don't tell me you regret what you've done." Aekoya shook his head, "No of course not, it's just..." "You are unsure whether or not he would approve of the methods you've taken to get to where you are today?" "That, precisely that." Jacqueline nodded her eyes going dark, "Aekoya, there comes a time when a man must leave the house of his father's. You cannot live under his shadow forever, and even now look at the Commonwealth you've into being. I am sure once the Romanicheans formally accept the offer and stand with the Akumangans and us, we will have surpassed even the greatest of expectations Aurelian would have set." Aekoya nodded in turn, "I know." "And I know that's not what you're really worried about." Aekoya raised an eyebrow, "How perceptive you are." "All in the line of business I assure you." The Tsar's attention flickered back to the painting, "Well you are correct, I can give you that much at least." "Do you want to speak of it?" Aekoya did not respond instead he looked down at his wristwatch and muttered a few words, watching a display flash into the air showing the current time. A blue-green haze filled the immediate vicinity simply showing 1:14 P.M. He turned his attention back to Jacqueline, "I have to be present at a ceremony, for the welcoming of two new cities into the Tsardom. If you would like to accompany me to the Botanical Gardens we could continue our business." Jacqueline nodded, "Sounds nice." Aekoya toggled off the display from his wristwatch and put an arm in his pocket as he turned and led the way away from the spell-bounding portrait of his father. Jacqueline followed close by his side, "So what is the issue?" "It's the most trivial of things I assure you. The advisors have been becoming ever more insistent on the issue of marriage." Jacqueline quickly suppressed a laugh, "Marriage? And here I thought it'd be something involving the formalization of the two new cities or something." Aekoya waved a hand, "That's not really an issue, the only thing is since there will be two new major trade hubs now I need to find a new family to bring into the nobility." "What about Charles Lester?" "Charles Lester? A noble? Are you sure that's something he'd want?" Jacqueline shrugged, "If you told him it was his duty he'd do it, after all, he's already the largest private landowner in Azoris and I daresay the entire Commonwealth. I am sure he would be honoured." Aekoya looked into the distance and muttered, "The Lesterians..., it does have a certain ring to it." "My Tsar, it has come to my attention that of the major houses only the Voldymeres are left." "That's not entirely true there are still the Jacques, von Dexi, among others." Jacqueline raised an eyebrow, "There is no need to play games, my Tsar. I am perfectly aware that the Voldymeres are the last remaining noble house with any real influence in Azoris. If I may be so candid, you have the ability to rule without fear of reprisal my Tsar.... Aekoya" "I'd never-" "Of course not, it's just with the merger of the Voldymeres and the Boyles the only real base of power stands under your feet, especially with the untimely death of Lady Julia Voldymere." Aekoya whispered, "My Lady Voldymere..." Jacqueline's eyes flickered, "Pardon, my Tsar? I didn't quite catch that." Aekoya flushed momentarily, "I was merely thinking of how tragic it was." "But there are the matter of appearances of course..." Aekoya turned down a separate hallway, gesturing for Jacqueline to follow. She did so, and stopped for a moment looking at the imported Sakure Trees, warmed under the green-pink glow of a warm glow. One could almost be convinced the sunlight form above shone on the warmth of a summer landscape instead of the cold snows which continued to blanket Issnicica, long after other areas began to warm. He looked towards Jacqueline, "Appearances? You aren't suggesting I-" Jacqueline let the Tsar cut off his train of thought and instead let her gaze wander down the hall. The Eastern Representative form had finally been completed recently. In the easternmost wing of the easternmost section of the Parliamentary Hall a diplomatic meeting room had been established to handle all negotiations with the power of East Asia in an environment familiar to their own natures. Jacqueline spoke, "When was this part of the Parliamentary Hall completed?" Aekoya's eyes seemed to freeze in place, "Surely there are more important matters." "Not really. I know it wasn't you, after all, you loved Lady Julia Voldymere, no?" Aekoya stopped in his tracks, in a beam of green-yellow light uncoloured by the deep pink Sakura trees which surrounded him. He watched a single petal fell to the ground and landed at his feet causing the ground surrounding it to shift to a red sheen. Another petal fell deepening the colour and another fell... The Tsar looked at the bloodied ground beneath his feet for a moment before his attention snapped back to normal he looked back towards Jacqueline and the fair room they stood in, built as part of the long hallway. The representative's table let off a soft brown glow as one would expect and there was no blood beneath his feet, he sighed and gestured for Jacqueline to take a seat at the table. She followed him quickly as he pulled out a chair for her before sitting himself at the head of the table. Aekoya looked around, checking the wooden boards of the room and the high windows which let in even more light than the glass roof above, to see if anyone was watching. Other than the ACEA of course. Aekoya turned to Jacqueline, "You are correct. She was my fiance." "And is it not odd that -" Aekoya's breathing turned harsh, "Wouldn't I know that already? I have access to every document - every piece of information..." Jacqueline's tone softened, "Do you?" Aekoya simply looked on in silence before eventually raising one of his hands and rubbing at his face. He pulled his hand away and to his shock found that his palm was damp. The Tsar looked at Jacqueline, "I'd have to know if someone did it if someone ordered her killed? Surely no one in my father's administration would do such a thing, I'd know...?" Jacqueline nodded, "Something tells me you know already." Aekoya looked blankly across the table letting the real world be washed away in waves of light as the sun shifted direction casting green-gold resplendence across the room. A moment later he collected himself, "I'll - I'll have to look into the matter further." "Indeed, and is this related to the issue you initially wanted to discuss?" "Oh the marriage issue, that pales in concern to this. A lot of the advisors are simply starting to bring up the fact that it was around this age that my father married his wife and that we need to solidify ties with the Confederacy of Rome. To work towards the glorious future of the heavens and all that, and that the easiest way to arrange that would be a diplomatic marriage with one of the royal houses of Kamchakta, Koroskvy, or one of the other great powers." Jacqueline chuckled, "Oh no pressure, of course, I'm almost sure they said that as well." A faint grin appeared on Aekoya's face momentarily dispelling the creases which had furrowed his brow, "Only on days that end in 'y' I assure you. Every single day it's something along the lines of..." Aekoya's voice became dramatic, "This moment in time is a crucible, a convergence of a hundred threads of destiny. And one needs a strong royal family at the forefront of destiny... no pressure of course my Tsar." Jacqueline laughed, failing to suppress it this time, as she recovered she spoke, "Ah that sounds perfectly right... and cliche." Aekoya nodded the strain fleeing from his face, he looked at his wristwatch and saw the time, 1:19 PM. He stood from his desk and gave Jacqueline a respectful bow, "Thank you for accompanying this far I am sure you have other matters to attend to, and I must be going now." Jacqueline nodded, "Quite right, and good luck with that ceremony. Give the lords of the new cities of Zujisch, and Auguril my best wishes in their new lands shall you?" Aekoya nodded his face now strained as various stressors visibly seemed to wear on him, the brief respite had passed. Nevertheless, he let a small smile slip, "I'll be sure to do so, just after welcoming them to the fold." Jacqueline stood and bowed before the Tsar before waving farewell, watching as Aekoya turned his head and walked through the remaining Sakura Trees and beyond the threshold of the Eastern Representative's Quarters and to the far exit which led to the Botanical Gardens. The Tsar turned his head to look back only once before fading from her view beneath the hue of several series of industrial lights, leaving Jacqueline standing alone in the pink-green rays of light which pierced the faux Sakura Woods. She closed her eyes for an instant and looked at the table, seeing it bloodied by red blotches. She jumped back not wanting to touch any of the blood, only to realize that it was from the rays of light mixing in ever so strange combinations... Tag: Koedric, Koroskvy, Akumanga, The soldrania, Romaniche, Draconovox, Legionarya, Casillas islands | |
The Padishah of Suwaya | I’m a duel citizen of Italy and the US, but have lived essentially my entire life in the US | |
The Arisen Empire of Draconovox | It's all simply a matter of perspective: The Cold winds bear heavy on the north of Leningrad Province - In the north east fields a hunter returns to his isolated shack, slamming the door shut to bulwark to heading snow of the tundra he calmly hangs his old coat and snow cap, and slips off his fur boots. As he flips the switch on the wall, the light illuminates the rooms exposing a shady figure stood in the middle of the cabin peering through the window into the expansive tundra plains. The Hunter quickly aims his rusty rifle forward - "Who are you and why are you in my Cabin..." Turning around slowly, the figure reveals a crooked grin, clad in rotten teeth - "Do you know what a Chicken is?" The hunter re-affirms his aim, watching closely as his intruder speaks. "A chicken, is the eggs way of making another egg... You see it's all a matter of perspective..." Reaching into his trench coat the figure draws a handgun, the hunter replies quickly pulling the trigger of his rifle - and is met with a concerning click, the anxious hunter repeatedly pulls the trigger but fails to produce a bullet. As he realizes the incredible gravity of the situation he drops his rifle, now defenseless he raises his hands uniformly, sweat beads racing down the cold nervous brows of his face. Cocking his head to his side, the intruders grin grows ever more - "You see, your cabin continues to be your cabin, but it is my cabin if i approach you in the middle of the night with a gun aimed to your head... Again... It's simply a matter of perspective." As the Intruders attention feigns once more to the window at the side the Hunter sees his opportunity to escape this dire trap - He rushes for the door of the cabin but as he open the door he is met by two strange uniformed men blockading the door, light of the clouded sky gleaming past them hiding their faces in cold shadow and outlining the reflective rifling of their firearms. Understanding that any attempt to attempt to bypass them would surely be met with harsh retaliation, he quells his adrenaline rush and turns back into the cabin. As he turns he sees the intruder once more gazing pensively through the glass window panes. He swallows his spit anxiously, finely controlling his breathing - "What do you want from me...?" "The phrases 'Crime' and 'Morals' are they the same?" Stuttering quietly the hunter responds - "N-N No..They are not..." "Did you really think you could hide from the prying eyes of the state forever?" "I don't know what you're talking about..." "Commissar Zhutrokov under the Wikitorian regime. That is your Name and Rank is it not? you oversaw the deaths of approximately 217,000 Unlawfully captured civilians in the death camps of the southeast during the Schism..." "...No, i have identification papers - I've never been in the South ever in my life! You're lying!" "You say we are mistaken when we place you as a war criminal, you say you have never lived a day in the south, these are all words, Stories, what i'm here to determine is the truth - And the truth is that your name is Roman Sernovich Zhutrokov and you were Commissar under the Nightmare regime..." Extending his arm the figure draws his handgun toward the hunter, his hand resists recoil as the bullet races from the barrel - Piercing the heart of the hunter, a flash of light and a loud clap reflect from the cold cabin log walls as crimson hit the door and the surrounding jamb. A series of knocks is heard from the outside before the door is opened, and two unnamed and shadowy guards haul the limp but still warm body of his target, the cold air of the tundra brushes through the entrance - Another guard steps in. The third guard raises a clipboard, striking his pen elegantly through a listed name - declaring with certainty the death of a criminal of the state. He raises his head - "Crematorium?" The figure pauses for a moment to think, watching the snow fall from outside of the window - How it elegantly dances and spins, it pirouettes as it races to the ground where it collects. The figure nods his head silently, and the guard leaves. -Beelzebub. | |
The Third Republic of Romaniche | Good morning. Awesome RP posts from Azoris and Draconovox as expected. Azoris, Casillas islands, Draconovox, Akumanga, and 3 othersKoedric, Novos romanos, and The soldrania | |
The soldrania | A little drive A trip to the mines Tags:Romaniche, Azoris, Draconovox. Draconovox and Romaniche | |
Legionarya | 11:36 PM, Alexandru’s room in the Royal Palace. Alexandru is sitting in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He has no sleep at all, despite feeling very tired. This state makes him feel bad, even depressed. Who is he fooling...he really is depressed. He jumps out of bed and takes a seat at his office. If he cannot sleep, he must at least keep up with what happens in the country his nephew will rule in a few years. He types something and enters on a news website. The first image that pops on the screen is disturbing: a destroyed car, with its windows and windscreen so smashed up and destroyed you can tell they are inexistent, on the highway. Looking closer, you can notice a disfigured body sitting on the driver’s place. The leather chairs of the car are all covered in blood. The headline states: “Christian Orthodox priest and preacher brutally assassinated on highway”. Alexandru: What the hell is going on... At the same time, in a large interior pool, unknown location. The man swims in the pool, like a predator fish hunting. He stops to drink some water from the bottle sitting at the margin of the pool. A woman enters the pool room. Woman: You are kinda sporty, given that it is almost midnight. Man(smirks): You like that, huh? Silence for a few seconds. Woman(takes a seat besides him): You have a warm presence for someone who kills people with such brutality, and also masterminds it all. The man does not respond. He looks her dead in the eyes, despite the revealing clothing she wears. Man: I am good at killing people. (breaks the eye contact, grabs onto the margin of the pool and drags himself out. The woman shortly peeks at his muscles) Woman(smirks): What else are you good at? Man (grabs a towel and laughs): At finding targets. Does the name Anubis Aganescu ring a bell? The smile on the woman’s face disappears instantly. Woman: No, it does not. Man(as he wipes himself with the towel): Study then. (turns his back to her, getting ready to leave). Oh, and one more thing. Tell your friend helping us with weapons I need a strong sniper rifle. As soon as possible. (walks to the exit) The woman watches him exit, amazed by the man’s well worked muscles. Her eyes express disappointment, which quickly turns into anger, as she punches the floor with her fist. The drops of water jump all over her revealing clothes. tag: Romaniche The soldrania Azoris Draconovox Casillas islands Akumanga |