Northern Utopia

WA Delegate (non-executive): The Alpine Kingdom of The Soviet state of Svalbard (elected )

Founder: The Indivisible Republic of Grenopia

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Most Nations: 362nd Most World Assembly Endorsements: 754th Most Valuable International Artwork: 1,236th+24
Most Secular: 1,468th Most Inclusive: 1,610th Largest Information Technology Sector: 1,643rd Lowest Crime Rates: 1,677th Most Scientifically Advanced: 1,714th Best Weather: 1,899th Most Advanced Public Education: 1,903rd Smartest Citizens: 1,936th Healthiest Citizens: 2,014th Most Eco-Friendly Governments: 2,023rd Highest Poor Incomes: 2,054th Most Beautiful Environments: 2,071st Most Extensive Public Healthcare: 2,112th Largest Governments: 2,140th Most Cultured: 2,177th Most Advanced Defense Forces: 2,187th Largest Welfare Programs: 2,291st Most Developed: 2,295th Most Influential: 2,309th Nicest Citizens: 2,402nd Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 2,420th Most Subsidized Industry: 2,471st Highest Average Incomes: 2,502nd Most Corrupt Governments: 2,611th
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Welcome to Northern Utopia! Founded in July 2017, we are a roleplay region with an interest in worldbuilding.


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Northern Utopia contains 59 nations, the 362nd most in the world.

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The Most Secular in Northern Utopia

World Census experts studied which citizens seemed least concerned about eternal damnation, spiritual awakeness, and chakra wellbeing in order to determine the most godforsaken nations.

As a region, Northern Utopia is ranked 1,468th in the world for Most Secular.

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1.The Team of BortalandetInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Det spelar ingen roll”
2.The Dominion of DarkStar CabalPsychotic Dictatorship“Absolution through Technological Domination”
3.The Alpine Kingdom of The Soviet state of SvalbardScandinavian Liberal Paradise“Better dead than a weeb”
4.The Federation of CronistfatopiaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“What is a God to a Non Believer”
5.The Grand Federal Republic of Astana-AndersCivil Rights Lovefest“Equality, Progress, and Human Dignity”
6.The Socialist Federal Republics of NovoroyskaPsychotic Dictatorship“Мир под одним знаменем!”
7.The Republic of CornicapistanCorrupt Dictatorship“Tomorrow is another day.”
8.The Federal Republic of The Enclave congressional armed forcesIron Fist Consumerists“Ad Omnia Finem”
9.The Grand Capitalist Rebublic of United KuzikstanIron Fist Consumerists“We are not your enemy, until you make us one.”
10.The Democratic Socialist State of KjanuLeft-wing Utopia“Peace, Protection, Prosperity”
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The Knights Holy Military Order of The Atlas Archipelago

United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor wrote:Fairy Encounter
Above the calm golden sea, just within the rising sun, two black dots seem to be growing bigger and bigger. Before Karu could make out what he was seeing, the radar started beeping. The two dots turn out to be flying stealth jets going beyond Mach 3. The two planes fly as mirror movements of each other like a performance. As the sun continues to rise, the outline and the reflective white plating of the uniquely designed aircraft could be seen clearly to the naked eye. Flying closely to the Atlas fleet, showing off their morphing fairy-like wings and its Pupatorian rune-filled white surface. The contrast between the reflecting white surface and dark grey runes makes its texture stands out more.
The high G turns they perform would normally be enough to knock a pilot unconscious, yet it was capable of doing so repeatedly and elegantly. That was when Karu realize these planes weren't manned. They were UAVs.
The two mythical-like planes make one last turn above the Atlas fleet as they let out a smooth and soft sound similar that to a whistle before they return to the white pillar on the horizon, the Rias International Space Elevator.

URN-RAN Joint Fleet, 1st Gorgon Strike Group
The returned F-XR-EIs lands themselves on the RAN (DDH) Futsuhama of the Taihou-Class as another pair takes off on the URN (DDV) Augustine of the Aoshima-Class.
An unusual combination of manned and unmanned vessels surrounded the two Heavy aviation destroyers.
"The location of the unknown fleet has been confirmed by the reconnaissance units. Awaiting your orders."
First officer Jean Hartmann reported to Captain Fujimori Ritsuha who was observing the flight deck of the destroyer.
"So it wasn't an equipment error that a 70,000+ ton warship is passing through the Czech Strait, Hartmann?"
"Sir, the vessel in question is estimated to be 400m in length. Judging from the fleet composition, it is certainly not Jezabelstienian origin."
"Notify R.I.S.E. and the URN 2nd Fleet. Tell the Gorgon and Aegis DDGs to be on standby."
Captain Fujimori Ritsuha sighed after giving the orders. He then moves away from the window and moves toward the communications.
"This is the RAN Futsuhama of Rikuran Armed Navy part of the URN-RAN joint fleet, state the name of your ship and your purposes."

Just South of the Czech Strait

Encounter With URN-RAN

"Sir, incoming transmission from the RAN Futsuhama. Requesting our name and purposes." piped the Comms Officer, Karu turning to him and sighing. "That must've been what those UAVs were scouting for, hell." The Commandant stormed over to the Communications Section, picking up the mic and flipping the receiver. "Transmission to RAN Futsuhama, this is a transmission from the SUS Atlas. This is Battlegroup Atlas on a mission to the Republic of Frontera" Karu flipped the receiver and turned back to the Comms Officer "We need to prepare for the worst, get the fleet on Red-3" On the superstructure, three bright lights flashed red three times, all the surface vessel responding with the same symbol. Missiles would be prepped and defenses readied as they prepared for the worst possible situation.
Passing through the strait, the fleet pushed forward faster now, speeding up to 20 knots. The Atlas was surrounded by the battlegroup who was now prepared to defend the warship from a submersible, surface, or airborne threat.

The Knights Holy Military Order of The Atlas Archipelago

Jezabelstien wrote:

Junebug had set about presenting the hemp bag of guns to a small table where two old women sat, she conversed with them in a broken Candorian accent as the injured militia and surviving soldiers were dragged to white-painted tents under a concrete roof.

Oliver had barely met the woman and was dazed and confused, hundreds of thousands of his brothers had just died around him and they were telling him to hop into a massive diesel death rover while they scavenged his brothers. He turned to the woman but she nonchalantly popped him in the ass and told him to get on the vehicle. He had climbed into the back and had noticed a collection of unfamiliar people mixed with his brothers-in-arms who were now just as clamored as the ones that surrounded them. He sighed heavily and sat on a hard steel bench of sorts, and before he could close his eyes to clear his head of the carnage which had taken place not even last hour, a heavy bag was tossed onto his lap and a person sat waist-to-waist with Oliver. He opened his eyes and glanced to the person who sat beside him, the woman from before. He looked at the cap on her head and, before remarking on it, the powerful engines roared to life with a deafening noise, the wretched smell of vomit, fuel, and heat filling the cabin area. Oliver gagged before breathing slowly, the smell becoming accustom to his nose. The ride there had been hot, stuffy, and uncomfortable as the unfamiliar woman sat next to him, he groin weighed down by the woven back which held an assortment of handguns. Oliver looked at his hand which was covered in a mixture of soft jungle dirt, blood, and bruises. On his ring finger was the beautiful ring, a simple ring, but beautiful. He used nearly an entire half year's salary to get married, a wedding, rings, and all. The more he thought about it, the more he really thought he would never make it back to his wife, son, or bakery. The vehicle suddenly swerved, the ecstatic smile of the woman's face from the swerve not matching his own as she stated her name. An odd name indeed, but he nodded at her remark...Jezabel, huh? He hopped out of the vehicle behind her and followed her to the table which sat the women, looking around at the surroundings, unfamiliar, gargantuan, and...welcoming?



The Grand Federal Republic of Astana-Anders

Jezabelstien wrote:TACIT DOWNLINK IN EFFECT...
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Thank you for applying for the Pact of the Eternal Rose, to follow up on your request please head to any available Foreign Affairs Office and request forms I9-02 (Green) 'International Interview Request' and I8-03 (Orange) 'Eternal Rose Application'.
Praise Irene.

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"Pact of Eternal Rose?" Said Joseph with uncertainty. "It must mean they are interested and will most likely accept our proposal of a Northern Utopian Union." Said Prussia. "Well, if it means I get one step closer towards the end goal of a Northern Utopian Union, it is worth the risk. Go immediately to Jezabelstien and file whatever paperwork they want." Said Joseph. Now, Prussia is heading toward Jezabelstien.

The Constitutional Monarchy of The United Kingdom of Bahnreich

The walls which surrounded Rothersbrough rose high, Brackhold International sat on a large clearing of land which was now an airport, the busiest within the United Kingdom which pooled millions of cubic tons of cargo and passengers every day. It was, to say the least, comical that the Jezabelstienians were venturing into the United Kingdom for a diplomatic envoy of sorts. While the nation wasn't keen on having them here, it would be tarnishing to the Royal name and the nation's dignity to refuse an envoy which sought to address possible issues with Bahnreich, of which there were many present. The aerostat was being prepared by air hands as the massive Siege Leviathan loomed closer, descending upon horrified citizens, watchful guards, and keen intellects. As the moorings came down, a small motorcade sped onto the aerostat, obviously late for their arrival but still showing up in a manner. The motorcade consisted of four mid-sized business vehicles straight out of the seventies, it would quickly become obvious to the Jezabel Dignitaries that the jokes of Bahnreich both simultaneously being in the modern age while stuck in the seventies weren't jokes, it was the true reality that the stark contrast between technologies in the nation were horridly obvious. In the second to front vehicle, two men stepped out in business casual suits, Dexter Emerson and Isaac DeLeon; Foreign Minister and Proposed Ambassador of Jezabel, respectively. Both had looked visibly distraught as both had just woken up scant hours ago and hastily composed a motorcade, meeting, dinner, and dance for the Jezabel Dignitaries. While it was hasty, the theatrics were in order and the wealth of the Royal Family would not be forlorn in this event. The motorcade was also accompanied by three suburban vehicles which had armed guards along with four motor mercs to escort the motorcade. Whether they were to protect the motorcade or to protect the Harman's from the Jezabel folk was the question that went unanswered. Dexter approached the gangplank as the Dignitaries descended down it, Dexter giving a bow and smiling, albeit fake, but smiling as one does.

"I give my good mornings to you both" He extended a hand to Perry and his aide Neriah, who introduced themselves with a shake. "My names is Dexter Emerson, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the United Kingdom of Great Harmouth." Isaac also held out a hand and smiled. "And I am Isaac DeLeon, de facto and proposed Ambassador to Jezabelstien." Both would mentally remark that when dignitaries brought a woman with them, they were usually for the more...curt means of pleasure, but this woman didn't look like that kind of woman, these two were people of military stature. However, the man looked less-than-excited to be here, stressed and more interested in his mug than the mission at hand. Dexter moved aside and began leading the two to the motorcade, opening the door as he spoke. "We at the United Kingdom are delighted to have you here, our first destination for our talks will be a breakfast at Royal Hall of Hampton. What can I interest you both in? Fine Harman cuisine or a request of your own?" By this point, all four had entered the mid-sized vehicle and were moving from the airport.

The Grand Federal Republic of Astana-Anders

18 Hours Later:

It took 18 hours to get from Astana-Anders, Omni City International Travel to the Hall of Irene Global Airport, but now revered Chief Diplomat Prussia Werdin was finally in Jezabelstien. He drove all the way toward the Foreign Affairs' Office. "Good evening sir, how may I help you?" Said the female secretary. "I am looking to fill our forms I9-02 Green and I8-03 Orange please and thank you." Said Prussia Werdin. "Okay, just ask me what nation you are from." Asked the secretary. "The Grand Federal Republic of Astana-Anders." Said Prussia Werdin. "Okay then. You are all set." Now all Prussia has to do is stay in Jezabelstien and wait.

The Unified Provinces of Jezabelstien

Astana-Anders wrote:18 Hours Later:

It took 18 hours to get from Astana-Anders, Omni City International Travel to the Hall of Irene Global Airport, but now revered Chief Diplomat Prussia Werdin was finally in Jezabelstien. He drove all the way toward the Foreign Affairs' Office. "Good evening sir, how may I help you?" Said the female secretary. "I am looking to fill our forms I9-02 Green and I8-03 Orange please and thank you." Said Prussia Werdin. "Okay, just ask me what nation you are from." Asked the secretary. "The Grand Federal Republic of Astana-Anders." Said Prussia Werdin. "Okay then. You are all set." Now all Prussia has to do is stay in Jezabelstien and wait.

The sparse wood-walled office carried the scent of dry coffee with the air abuzz with the dull hum of flourescent lamps, the wooden facade did little to mask the heavy bulkheads that held the giant building above in place as behind a glass-fronted desk a mostly bored woman dressed in a casual shirt as her official coat slung from the chair behind her, her eyes glanced up at Prussia as he approached with the forms in hand.
She rapped on the heavy dark cream keyboard a few times before she leaned over to accept the paperwork, she muttered out the questions as she trailed over them with a pen before scribbling an excuse of a signature and slamming a nearly dry stamp down upon the form, "Mr. Werdin was it?" she asked as her hands returned to the keyboard, "Standard procedure is to point you at the hall but I wouldn't bother trying to get in today."

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I've got a someone from some place I've never heard of asking about joining the ROSE thing, are we still doing that?

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Most of the internal stuff is gathering dust, are they serious?

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He's staring at me like I know something, so I guess it is?

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Officiate on it and file it away, can we run a background on whoever these guys are?

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Some place called Astana-Andyland.

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Oh hell, them... well tell them the rules and if they hang about just file it.

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Feels like a bad idea.

The woman rubbed her eyes as she turned from the screen, "So the standard Pact rules apply in full force, you will be considered on a probationary period until the form goes through in two to... six days, you'll be expected to provide an envoy and gifts for Irene." she recounted from memory in a dull monotone, "Do you accept?"

The Unified Provinces of Jezabelstien

The United Kingdom of Bahnreich wrote: "We at the United Kingdom are delighted to have you here, our first destination for our talks will be a breakfast at Royal Hall of Hampton. What can I interest you both in? Fine Harman cuisine or a request of your own?" By this point, all four had entered the mid-sized vehicle and were moving from the airport.

Perry glanced back at the grey dressed woman behind him before he stared down at his half-empty mug, "Well I'm Perry Smith, Chief Coordinator of the Justice and Protection Directory and Director of the CEC... this is... Neriah." he stated with a confused tone as the woman lightly bowed, "I'll get to the point, we noticed some extreme damage to your power generation capacity and felt it would be in our best interests to reduce the risk of potential unrest and hopefully sooth some sour ties." Perry continued as he walked towards the offered vehicle, "Do you do soup?... I feel like some soup."
Neriah remained stoic and silent despite the heavy bundles of folders slung under each arm...

The Constitutional Monarchy of The United Kingdom of Bahnreich

Dexter's face became confused but he cleared his throat and nodded. "I'm afraid you stand correct, the Oliver Dam Hydroelectric Generation Station was subject to a terrorist attack. A matter like this must...this type of matter must be taken with His Majesty, the King. However, I can assist you in our currently sour ties." The motorcade was now entering city center, pulling closer to the Royal Hall. "Soup is more than manageable, any specific type you'd like? And you, miss?" The motorcade stopped in front of the Royal Hall, it rose in grandeur, spreading wide with pillars, fine marble, granite, and concrete. Atop was a large dome, high above sat a dragon emblem, visible until they came under the pillars and to the door. Two servants bowed as they opened the doors, dressed finely in suits with tailcoats. "Dignitaries of Jezabel, I welcome you to the Royal Hall of Hampton." The Royal hall was massive inside, beautiful marble floor with deep mahogany interior mixed with hanging crystal chandeliers, enough paintings to fill the Fengese Hall of Art and enough servants to man a two battalions. "Right this way for your breakfast." Dexter and Isaac led the two into the large dining hall.

Jezabelstien



The Grand Federal Republic of Astana-Anders

Jezabelstien wrote:The sparse wood-walled office carried the scent of dry coffee with the air abuzz with the dull hum of flourescent lamps, the wooden facade did little to mask the heavy bulkheads that held the giant building above in place as behind a glass-fronted desk a mostly bored woman dressed in a casual shirt as her official coat slung from the chair behind her, her eyes glanced up at Prussia as he approached with the forms in hand.
She rapped on the heavy dark cream keyboard a few times before she leaned over to accept the paperwork, she muttered out the questions as she trailed over them with a pen before scribbling an excuse of a signature and slamming a nearly dry stamp down upon the form, "Mr. Werdin was it?" she asked as her hands returned to the keyboard, "Standard procedure is to point you at the hall but I wouldn't bother trying to get in today."

TACIT2/FAOFF/OFF/COMM/INT...
USEID: MISTYM22

I've got a someone from some place I've never heard of asking about joining the ROSE thing, are we still doing that?

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Most of the internal stuff is gathering dust, are they serious?

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He's staring at me like I know something, so I guess it is?

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Officiate on it and file it away, can we run a background on whoever these guys are?

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Some place called Astana-Andyland.

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Oh hell, them... well tell them the rules and if they hang about just file it.

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Feels like a bad idea.

The woman rubbed her eyes as she turned from the screen, "So the standard Pact rules apply in full force, you will be considered on a probationary period until the form goes through in two to... six days, you'll be expected to provide an envoy and gifts for Irene." she recounted from memory in a dull monotone, "Do you accept?"

This concerned Prussia. He was not expected to have another diplomat or gifts, as the last time this was happened back when The Empire of Astana-Anders and The Atlas Archipelago were still reactionary friends, 331 years ago. But he was committed to his job so he phoned Joseph. "Gifts!? What can we give to a nation that is one of the most powerful nations in the entire world right next to Grenopia?" Asked Joseph. "I do not know sir, how about some really unique things only native to us?" Said Prussia. "... Yeah that makes sense."

So after much bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo, they assembled 4 gifts for them. A rare and unique Anderian Fox with a deeply rich purple fur, one of the only two plasma cannons left after the Autocratic State of Astana-Anders was destroyed. A shelf of books containing books such as Emerging Governance; The Theory of Anti-Traditionalism and the original Crime and Punishment, and a highly advance robotic doctor, commonly used in hospitals.

After getting the word, Prussia agreed to the gifts requirement and also gave her a document containing the words (Draft Proposed by Astana-Anders: Northern Utopian Union Constitution). "Make sure they also take a look at it, my Lord President, Joseph also wishes to create an international union. Please and thank you." Said Prussia after sliding a couple hundred Liens toward the secretary. "This is not a bribe by the way, it is custom for diplomats to give money around like candy." Said Prussia before exiting the building then driving toward a hotel.

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