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Today's World Census Report
The Most Stationary in The Dimensional Rift
Long-term World Census surveillance revealed which nations have been resident in their current region for the longest time.
As a region, The Dimensional Rift is ranked 15,097th in the world for Most Stationary.
|1.||The Unified Imperium of Kaniros||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Magic is the art of thinking, not strength or language.”|
|2.||The Nascencia Reshios of Plipperoustocrat||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Tet Duvaldh Chardu”|
|3.||The Soulprison of Vhakrad||Psychotic Dictatorship||“The Heavans will Fall”|
|4.||The Games of Wizards Of The Coast||New York Times Democracy||“Wizards”|
|5.||The Dragoncrown Supremacy of Azucur||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“No more.”|
|6.||The Republic of Cascadian Free State||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Through struggle, we will prevail!”|
|7.||The Pan-Asian Empire of Japan and Pacific States||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“The World, Under a Japanese Roof”|
|8.||The Federation of Northesta||New York Times Democracy||“We will rise again”|
|9.||The Greater Empire of Alchbyre||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor Earth two masters.”|
|10.||The Imperial Regency of The Saturnian System||Left-Leaning College State||“For Freedom and Progress”|
- : The Empire of Thunder Tiger arrived from Blackstar.
- : Nea atlantida ceased to exist.
- : The Protectorate of Saturnian Character arrived from The West Pacific.
- : The Community of Mhybe arrived from Palatine.
- : Embassy established between The Dimensional Rift and Free Market Federation.
- : The WAAAAAGH of The Orkz unsuppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : The WAAAAAGH of The Orkz suppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : The WAAAAAGH of The Orkz unsuppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : The WAAAAAGH of The Orkz suppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : The Unified Imperium of Kaniros agreed to construct embassies with Free Market Federation.
The Dimensional Rift Regional Message Board
Messages from regional members are co-ordinated here.
|The Allied States of Hahoalki|
Darien saw the first of the walkers approach after they breached what the tac-net had deduced was an arterial traffic line within the Mega-Gargant. He was the first to see, and the Squad saw through his eyes. He, Yod, Zed, Phi, and Rog activated the coaxial disruptors on their respective weapons. The Langston Effect was an incredible revolution in military technology, and was capable of far, far more than merely acting as a shield. By exchanging energy, momentum, and information at FTL rates, it could, in fact, produce nearly any physical effect - including the local neutralization of enemy shields.
There were limits to this, based on the power of the grid and its radius relative to the power and size of the target shield. But, if a grid were specifically designed for use as a weapon, it would produce effects disproportionate to its size, producing gaps in shields much larger than it was, and scrambling the quantum information of more "conventional" matter behind.
Add in an intense beam of ionizing radiation, or a barely sub-relativistic plasmoid, along the same axis and the effect was devastating. The sxraser weapons most of the squad was equipped with were capable of handling anything short of a Gorkanaut. Rog's hellbore would be capable of one-shotting Stompas through their shields, at least on the highest setting.
The downside was that it would now take multiple hits to fully disable a target - not because of the shield, but because the size of the targets now presenting themselves. A sxraser could deposit energy equivalent to a demolition charge in an Ork. Substantially more energy would be deposited in a Kan, Dread, or Tank, but not enough to make up for the increased size.
Darien knew all this instinctual, setting his sxraser to full auto, and hosing down the hallway, even as the swarm of orbs filled the air. He felt Zed follow suit, covering their entrance from the opposite direction. He felt the pressure in the room spike tremendously, as Rog started putting meter-wide craters in a tank approaching from Zed's end of the hallway.
Yod's plan coalesced, and Armageddon Squad understood. Yod and Darien would cover the advance, Zed and Phi would suppress enemies coming from behind, Rog would blast anything too big for a disruptor/sxraser to handle, Orzoci (whose strange dagger was now a sword of crackling psionic energy, matched by a shield in the Serhask's left claw) would remain on the lookout for metaphysical threats, and Splorb would prepare to cut through the blast doors. No orders needed to be given. Everyone understood what they needed to do, and why.
From the moment of breach to the formulation of the plan, less than a second had passed. Now, Armageddon Squad didn't so much charge down the hallway, as fly - micro-Jenners embedded in their bones (or, in the case of Splorb, per lack thereof) allowing them to move in seeming defiance of gravity.
Meanwhile, Davendeoss did indeed have a conundrum, but not the one Big Cogz thought. The spirit-dragon had begun the battle with about 57 Terran hours of activity to it. Tanking a shot from the Gaze of Mork and producing the barrier over the refugee camp had, between them, reduced that to about 30 hours. Providing enough juice to the barrier to prevent the refugee camp's destruction would cost an additional two hours - hundreds of times more efficient than trying to play the part of a living (?) barrier, but still a significant cost. The real problem, however, was the continuous fire from the Mega-Kannons. While psionically gifted enough to scan possible futures for danger, the inaccuracy of Orkish weapons meant that Davendeoss got no warning until the shells were actually in flight. Usually, this was sufficient. But with the Flakka-Dakkas and Big Zappas brought to bear, many of the places to which the spectral dragon could dodge were also filled with enemy fire. Continued activity at this scale would exhaust Davendeoss's paracausal charge within ten hours - which, from the looks of the army arrayed against him, wouldn't be nearly enough time.
Descendent, what have you gotten yourself into?
"A war, most honorable ancestor," came the telepathic response.
Davendeoss chuckled to himself, while dodging multiple Flakka-Dakka shells.
I can see that. We went about war a little differently, in my time. More tooth and claw, less... whatever the hell that mountain of steel is supposed to be. I don't expect I'll be able to deal with that much iron magically.
As Davendeoss dive-bombed the nearest anti-aircraft battery, hoping to bring Mega-Kannon shells behind him, he got a most concerning response from little Orzoci.
"Yeah, uh, my team and I are dealing with the Mega-Gargant, most honored ancestor."
What exactly do you mean by that, child?
"Ummm... I'm inside it. Helping break it. Don't concern yourself too much with my fate, most honored-"
The formalities are unnecessary. I trust you have fathered at least seven hatchlings? Davendeoss inquired, dodging and weaving around Flakk-bursts... for the most part.
"Yes. The seventh is a daughter. Zoreni."
Then I will look forward to working with her in the near future, and to seeing you in the afterlife.
The spectral dragon hurtled through the air, not five meters above the last of the Flakka-Dakka Gunz.
"I as well, though the future may not be so near as you think."
Davendeoss decided not to antagonize his descendent any further, and risked a glance back at the battery to survey the damage. He had felt several Mega-Kannon shells detonate nearby, but he didn't know whether they had been close enough.
|The Republic of Cascadian Free State|
The Cascadians were fairly compliant, assembling exactly where they were ordered into lines and columns, standing in parades rest as a show of discipline, with officers and their general staff standing off to the side by the battalion level. It was uncertain as to whether or not the Cascadians would be receiving armaments from their Revolutionary counterparts, and so the rule "Bring Your Own Bullets" was being observed unless offered more advanced armaments, which if that was the case, their weapons would be tossed back aboard their ships and sent back to Cascadia. The weapons being brought were nevertheless only the best the Cascadians could provide after all pulse/electromagnetic propulsion firearms were reaching the mass-production stage, and such weapons were being afforded to the Volunteer Force.
They patiently awaited further instruction.
|The Unified Imperium of Kaniros|
The Revolutionary army did not have enough weaponry to supply every Cascadian with ion rifles or magitech rifles, but a few of them were supplied with the weapons. It was up to the Army Commander to decide who got the extra weapons, and he decided those volunteer sergeants and instructors got the weapons first, so they could properly familiarize themselves with the weapons as they had some small differences from normal weapons as these weapons were far more advanced than Cascadian's modern weaponry.
The remaining Cascadian weaponry would have to do until the other weapons were ready, but as Kaniros was currently in turmoil, the various Kanirosian armies were still hoarding the weapons for the civil war.
The various Revolutionaries separated the volunteers into smaller divisions, although they made sure to keep friends in the same divisions, as it might boost morale. Some would need to learn how to drive tanks and mobile suits, Sieg assumed some would be quite excited about getting to pilot a mecha. Such training would take place on the planet's surface rather than the Elysium, those who required further training in how to handle a gun received that from the older revolutionaries, some of which were shydes and had centuries of experience in warfare.
A few were chosen to patrol with the other revolutionaries, the volunteers didn't seem to get any of the menial tasks often reserved for privates such as working in the kitchens, cleaning or otherwise. The remaining volunteers all received training in various fields to make sure they were as well-trained as their president had said.
|The Republic of Cascadian Free State|
The Sergeants and Instructors with the given weapons were fairly quick to get a feel for the firearms, covering their usage, feeling for their recoil, and learning how the weapon is taken apart and placed back together for maintenance purposes. While it was true the weapons were more advanced, the weapons presented were seemingly based on weapons seen in MD-25, making the process of learning an easy endeavor, as most of the differences were with the weapon's interior components, which would have to of been gone over when learning maintenance. It is typically the case that a weapon is as good as you can take care of it, and so learning weapon anatomy was a necessity. Whatever differences existed with the application of ion couldn't have been hard for the soldiers to understand, though the Magitech rifles would probably take some explaining, as magic simply isn't a thing in MD-25, the closest thing being Psionics - a subject that is understood only at a basic level.
It may come as somewhat of a shock that a number of Citizen's Guardsmen already knew how to drive tanks. Specifically, the combat engineer elements of the Citizen's Guard held knowledge in armored operations. The Citizen's Guard could most easily be described as an army branch consisting of insurgents, and so all insurgent tactics and operations were within their domain; that included the need to requisition enemy weapons, which included armored vehicles. Nevertheless, it didn't hurt to learn how to drive and utilize the tanks of MG-72. It was as well true that the soldiers were excited to pilot mechs, as such a thing didn't exist in the Cascadian Army on the simple notion that mechs were ruled to be highly impractical. Despite its ruling, the average soldier was excited to learn mech piloting, whereas many Warrant Officers and other tactical advisers were curious to learn the design features of the mechs. Surely an advanced civilization has found a way to utilize mechs in ways that have practical applications.
The trial runs of the soldiers proved definitively that the soldiers being trained often not only were well-trained but outright had seen combat. They demonstrated their skills developed from their training, though they seemed to vary in their skillset dependent upon what special-forces outfit they came from. The Citizen's Guardsmen were easily the most suited for insurgent tactics, as they were already trained heavily in insurgent operations and tasks to begin with, demonstrating the ability to create practical makeshift weaponry such as practical sub-machine guns, napalm, and IEDs, to as large-scale as turning forests into death traps and conducting coordinated sabotage and assassinations.
The Ranger, Airborne, and Reconnaissance outfits within the Volunteer Force displayed their competency as well. While many Citizen's Guardsmen were trained heavily in guerrilla and insurgency ops and knew how to defy many counter-insurgency ops in kind, many Guardsmen hadn't seen combat before save for a few exceptions. That is where the other Light Infantry outfits shined through. As Cascadia is a nation surrounded by enemies - be they foreigners, bandits, or mutants - Cascadia has to fight all of them and keep the fighting well beyond its borders, and among the biggest components in maintaining their dominance was Cascadia's Special Operations Command. In other words, the three other outfits that make up the volunteer force were full of combat veterans and seasoned fighters, who had both fought insurgents, professional armies, conscript armies, and varying mutants. No doubt, Light Infantry operatives would have to of resorted to using some degree of insurgent tactics themselves - the latter being especially prevalent in the Army Recon circle, as the majority of their operations take place deep behind enemy lines, wherein sabotage, assassinations and intel gathering are within their domain.
The only new things that would need to be taught to them, would be the application of technologies new to the Cascadian volunteers.
|The Unified Imperium of Kaniros|
After Kyrenaz was done investigating the bases and plans of Athreric and Atirre, he makes his way to one of the larger cities of Ferrandon where Illuli had placed her current headquarters.
Kyrenaz entered what seemed to be a war room, unseen and unheard, within he found Illulli together with many of her top generals, they were going over their own plans on how to better defend themselves against future attacks.
Illuli still had no wishes to launch attacks on any of the other factions, but she knew well enough that sooner or later she would have to, if she was to save herself, the problem was when.
Atirre’s movement were easy enough to discover as she hadn’t moved away from Xaraco, meanwhile Athreric was getting harder to track, after he landed on Dracotarwa. It wasn’t possible for a spy to infiltrate his new stronghold, due to the hostile inhabitants, the dragons.
But at least it was clear that he had yet to gain a dragon, if he did, he would most likely have attacked already.
But right now, Illuli understood that both Atirre and Athreric had gained powerful artefacts, although the details were still unknown. She would have to find an artefact of similar power if she was to compete with them. The most likely Artefact would be one of the twenty grimoires, they were the subject of myth and legend, they seemingly predated Kaniros itself, so tracking one down would be impossible.
Tracking would be impossible, but perhaps summoning would work, she had her most powerful servants gather in a meditation chamber. They laid a large magical circle out across the floor and the sorcerers placed themselves across the circle with Illuli sitting down in the middle.
First came scrying, they looked through time and space before their gaze crossed the rift, there they saw them, several had left their mark on the rift, between FT-01 and PT-01. Following the path they found the Tenebris Compendium in the possession of Rimiris Dawnsinger, the Caligo Apocrpyha, owned by King Erias Dragoncrown, the Astrum Manuscript, held by Emperor Burkhard Altham.
But there were still more in that realm, expending the most power they could grasp from the Mana stream they scanned the planet, mages on that planet would no doubt feel it, but it was just as well.
The summoning commenced and Illuli felt her gaze race through the rift through an impenetrable jungle, into an ancient temple, past a blessed sword. Then into a hidden bookcase of ruined and rotten books, but one book among them was in pristine condition.
Completing the summoning, Illuli awakened and looked down, in her hand laid a book, the Magice Monograph. There were many other books she felt, but this was the one that called to her.
Kyrenaz looked on, shocked at what Illuli had just accomplished, with a handful of sorcerers, someone could accomplish unnatural feats, but summoning through the rift, was something not even he had tried, but by conjuration it would theoretically be possible.
Every realm of the rift were similar to being different planes of reality, so if Kyrenaz could have thought outside the box, he could be holding one now.
But right now, Illuli had gained the power to rival her siblings, maybe even surpass them.
"Well done." Kyrenaz said before leaving, unaware that in that instant, the Monograph captured his teleportation spell.
|The Unified Imperium of Kaniros|
The Cascadian soldiers that did not need a lot of additional training were assigned to the same duties as other revolutionaries, they would no doubt learn to handle their technology through operating them and of course the other revolutionaries from MG-72 would have no problem teaching them how to operate their stranger technologies. It was quite normal for people from that realm to believe more in learning by doing rather than sitting in a room and taking notes.
Not even schools in Kaniros would do something as mundane and boring as that, if education could be made entertaining, they would strive to achieve that.
Those who still needed training, of course, received that before they were properly deployed in the revolutionary army's forces. However, when the army commander was assigning the troops, the deputy came up to him with an urgent message about what had happened in Kaniros.
"Commander, we have a received a message from headquarters in MG-72." the Deputy said, those who had heard the radio message would recall the voice, it was the same woman.
"Yes? What is it?" the commander would raise a hand to signal the troops to await further instruction.
"It's Kaniros, after the Sorcerer King returned he apparently abdicated by suicide and plunged the entire Imperium into civil war." the deputy said, the commander froze, not sure what to say "And the Supreme Commander? What are her orders?" he said, his voice told that he was quite surprised he spoke quickly.
"Our orders remain the same, she has said that we must allow Kaniros to sort out their problems as they currently have not broken any of the rules we abide by, however it seems the Prince, Athreric is awake, and he murdered the First Princess Suzuni, which seems to have lit the spark." the Deputy explained
"Murdered?" he thought for a moment, "The Shydes have a tradition in which two may kill each other with no repercussions, are you sure that's not the case?" the commander asked.
"That's a matter for debate, the Shydes say it was justified by their ancient traditions, but the humans say it was murder. Erika assumes the council is hesitant to make a move. Because of the shydean traditions of duelling." the deputy responded
The commander raised a hand to his chin in thought, "I see, this is serious, if Kaniros becomes weakened, then the summit may also suffer."
|The Community of Mhybe|
Mhybe went through the door satisfied with the information the guards had provided him, sorcerers were definitely not well seen in that town. Little and nothing could he delve into this thought before marveling at the town, the colorful houses, caught his attention enormously, as well as the number of vendors and businesses present in the streets. He was pleasantly surprised by the, at first glance, clandestine operations in those alleys. It seemed that sorcerers were not what the guards should be worried about.
The Church was alluring, to say the least, the houses of worship throughout the realities were as varied as the gods worshiped there. Some true, some not, but he always found the spirituality of thinking beings amusing. He thought about going through its door and getting into the religious culture a bit, to see what it was about this time, but he hesitated when he saw the market.
If the church was a source of explanations and reassurance, the market was the source of the strange and exotic experiences; surely something more entertaining than having to withstand a priest, learning commandments, or worse, be swept up by the religious fanaticism of those people.
As he walked, Mhybe paid particular attention to the mannerism of the locals, studying their steps, hand movements, gestures, greetings, and glances in the most covert way possible. It was essential to stop appearing foreign, otherwise, his future interactions would be marked by that prejudice. Whether it was because of xenophobia, courtesy, or underestimation; people didn't act true to themselves when it came to a foreigner.
His fascination didn't last long. While the market was everything he imagined and more, it was difficult to enjoy the full experience if he didn't have a medium of exchange to trade for those goods. Meats, spices, fruits, tools, and others; Were partially sensorialized by just seeing and smelling their essence. This was quite frustrating for him.
He began to reconsider the idea of visiting the church when he passed in front of one of the magical trinket businesses. His attention was not on the objects themselves, but on the people behind that business, who in their right mind would open such a stall with the inherent tension toward magic? The doubt led him to a series of possible scenarios, based on what he observed. It was impossible to believe that the motivation of these businesses was monetary since almost nobody approached them but on the other hand, the existence and sale of such objects in such a public way made it clear that there was no law against them.
What he didn't consider was, again, standing still in front of one of these stalls, staring blankly at the ware for an amount of time that would have worried anyone. In particular to sellers of the magical objects.
|The Protectorate of Saturnian Character|
James stared out his window, holding his hot cup of coffee, examining the architecture of the city of Ipswich. What a beautiful city, he thought to himself. It was a mix between the old architecture of England, with modern amenities to the city, and in many cases, modernized interiors. James had lived most of his life inside of Britain, his homeland; the only times he left was to participate in sports or hunting. His gaze outside was eventually broken as he brought his watch to his face. 2:37. Just two hours from now, he had to leave for Iiqaath, never to return. He had seen his parents for possibly the last time just the day before, and he had paid off everything he needed before he had to leave. He walked away from the large window, and stepped into his kitchen. Upon one of the counters, sat a duffel bag containing everything he would need for the trip; clothes, food, water, fishing gear, fire-starter kits, first aid kits, light camping gear, his rifle and revolver, his knife and ammunition. He was bringing no electronics with him, as he wouldn't need them where he was going.
Before he left, his eyes panned his room. Saturnian society's focus and reliance upon technology was evident just by the characteristics of the room; the holograms, projectors and automated household items. Often, there were bots going about keeping the house clean routinely, however James was the kind of person to prefer doing that himself. He was a physically active and independent individual, partaking in hunting and sports, and preferred to do his own work around his home. There were no jobs and careers for him to pursue in longevity. That's why he was leaving for the Saturnian Iiqaath colony.
He exited his room, and he made way through the halls of his apartments. He intended on leaving and arriving at his transport, hopefully on time.
|The WAAAAAGH of The Orkz|
The Face-Eater Squigs swarm the soldier in a mound of gnashing teeth-- his last moments are painful beyond words; muscles tearing and bones crushing between mandibles the size of daggers, the beasts chewing, growing fat.
That being said, the explosion does indeed hurt many of the beasts and kill even more; those that survive occupy themselves with devouring the giblets that remain.
Meanwhile, Big Pyro occupies himself with attempting to ladle up some of the white phosphorus into a couple of bottles.
Big Pyro - <Roll: 12>
He is successful in his endeavors, managing to somehow bottle up a good four bottles of the substance for later. With glee, he proceeds to celebrate his acquisition by throwing one of the bottles onto the riding shotgun, covering both it and its user in Willy Pete.
Nogdad rubs his hands together and raises an eyebrow while he quietly chuckles. This would be too easy.
Sneaking up behind the gunner, he applies his special anesthetic to knock them out instantly without any kind of muss or fuss.
...Which is to say, he clubs them over the head with his Shoota hard enough to audibly fracture their skull.
|The Holy Kingdom of Arathion|
The trinkets appeared to be made mostly of wood, but some seemed to have other components, like iron. Some items had hair bound around them probably from some kind of mystical beast that would explain its magical power, no matter of miniscule it might be.
As the guards had not yet removed this man, he had most likely been allowed to sell his items, at the very least he was no sorcerer.
A salesman watched Mhybe as he studied the wares, he picked up an amuler adorned with a wooden pendant and said “Greetings, traveller. Could I offer you a talisman carved from the great tree of Iidell? Guaranteed to ward off evil spirits and bring you luck?” he said, the way he said Iidell made it sound like most people would know it.
“Or perhaps a ring from the depths of Nirn Kodahr?” he continued as he showed him a ring of stone “With this ring, not even a dragon would dare challegne you!” he said.