Steward (Governor): The Empire of Malazan Empire
WA Delegate (non-executive): The Ancient Imperium of Alistia (elected )
Founder: The Empire of Malazan Empire
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The Mystical Alliance contains 9 nations, the 2,198th most in the world.
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The Most Stationary in The Mystical Alliance
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As a region, The Mystical Alliance is ranked 15,203rd in the world for Most Stationary.
Nation | WA Category | Motto | ||
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1. | The Empire of Malazan Empire | Compulsory Consumerist State | “Justice, Piety, Loyalty” | |
2. | The Dwarven Keep of Malcholm | Democratic Socialists | “Give me Mythril, or give me death.” | |
3. | The Ancient Imperium of Alistia | Authoritarian Democracy | “Byddant yn Gwybod Dim Ofn.” | |
4. | The Republic of The Lunar Council | Anarchy | “Might lose idk” | |
5. | The Great Dominion of Parakka Northland | Democratic Socialists | “Out where the truth lies, I will follow” | |
6. | The Republic of Agora Hill | New York Times Democracy | “I'm your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot” | |
7. | The Oppressed Peoples of Rofaw | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Magic is the Lifeblood of our World.” | |
8. | The Dictatorship of The Thunder Dragon empire 1 | Democratic Socialists | “Rawwwr rawwwwwwwr rawr raaaaawwwr rrrawrrr” | |
9. | The Holy Pink Lucky Christmas of Wolfana | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Lucky, Brains, Moo, Friendship, NationStates” |
Regional Happenings
- : Veldoss ceased to exist.
- : Isiphepho ceased to exist.
- : Junaidistan ceased to exist.
- : Billie yacht ceased to exist.
- : Suevi ceased to exist.
- : United state of urakistan ceased to exist.
- : The Holy Pink Lucky Christmas of Wolfana arrived from Aurora Forest.
- : The Holy Pink Lucky Christmas of Wolfana departed this region for Aurora Forest.
- : Arrakis tabr ceased to exist.
- : New xion ceased to exist.
The Mystical Alliance Regional Message Board
Messages from regional members are co-ordinated here.
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United state of urakistan | ||
The Ancient Imperium of Alistia | Welcome to the region both of you! | |
Isiphepho | ||
The Great Dominion of Parakka Northland | Role Play Entry copied from Discord It was a late in the evening when knock came on my door. I took a moment to ready myself and said "Enter". Within seconds the a tall figure entered into the room, wearing the traditional robes of The Messengers Guild. "My Lord" he said bowing then when i nodded and replied "High Messenger, what brings you here at such a late hour?". He stood up straight and then continued "I have a message from the Greela sire, Ships have been sighted off the coast with a red banner with a grey wheel of some sort and a yellow flame at it centre." I thought for a moment and then asked "How many ships?" the instant reply came "5 warships possibly a small invasion force." I turned at that and walked over to the nation table. It was a table i had built when i took the thrown. It had all the key cities, towns and other points of interest on along with various land marks. On the table were tablets with flags. Each flag had a number on which depicted the number of forces that it represented. I turned back and replied "Send a message to Lord Dunespire to have him prepare his forces for a possible invasion. Also inform Sea Lord Longfell to bring the 3rd Parakkan Navy to Greela double time, just encase." With that the High Messenger bowed his head and replied "It shell be done at once My Emperor." After he left i turned to the sound of soft feed behind me to see my Empress standing there. The look in her eyes was intense and intelligent as ever "Do you think he knows who they are?" she asked i nodded "no doubt but he probably isnt at liberty to say. You know The Messengers Guild, always hording their secrets and looking after their own interests" i replied and i heard her sigh behind me. Like her i too shared a healthy distrust of The Messenger Guild.... However, what they didnt or at least what i hoped they didnt know was slowly i was trying to establish my own messengers guild. Should they find out it would render the contract null and void and that would result in no longer being able to use them to communicate information. Whilst not a disaster in peace time it would really hamper things during war time. Not to mention they would probably look at hiring assassins to take out my network. As such i had to place my network in with the major Armies and Navies of The Empire, trusting that they wont be ousted. It was then that a thought occurred to me and i shouted "Guard" within seconds a guard came in "My...." i cut him off with a wave as i began writing on a bit of paper "Take this to The Head of our Archives, tell him that this is urgent." The guard nodded, the chances of him being able to read the paper was unlikely but in order to ensure he couldnt i sealed it with some wax and the royal seal. All i could do then is sleep and wait for the inevitable update from The High Messenger. | |
The Holy Pink Lucky Christmas of Wolfana | ||
Veldoss | ||
United state of urakistan | ||
The Ancient Imperium of Alistia | Role Play Entry copied from Discord In the heart of Teml Awyr, the magnificent capital of Alistia, a grand spectacle unfolded within the opulent Palas Nefol—the hosting grounds for a remarkable jousting tournament. The resplendent amphitheater shimmered with banners, and the air was charged with anticipation as warriors from across the empire, noble and common alike, gathered to partake in this extraordinary event. The tournament, convened to celebrate a bountiful crop yield, had drawn participants from all walks of life, eager to showcase their martial prowess beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial palace. The bounty from Alistia's fertile lands served as a symbol of prosperity and unity, bringing forth not only the elite Imperial Guard, draped in silver armor bearing the engravings of Alistia's victories, but also a diverse array of warriors donned in iron and cloth, each with their own story to tell. Yet, the tournament held an additional allure beyond the celebration of agricultural success. It was also an occasion to seek the hands of noble Alistian women, a tradition intertwining the festivities with the prospect of courtship and alliances. The Palas Nefol, adorned with lavish decorations, bore witness to the convergence of martial prowess, nobility, and the hope for future generations to be forged through the bonds of love and kinship. As the heralds announced the commencement of the jousting tournament, the atmosphere within the amphitheater crackled with excitement. The clash of lance against shield, the thunder of hooves, and the harmonious blend of psionic energies and arcane forces became the symphony of this grand celebration—a testament to the vibrant spirit and traditions that shaped the heart of Alistia. The echoes of each bout resonated not only in the annals of the empire's history but also within the hearts of those who sought victory, honor, and the promise of a shared future beneath the beautiful skies of Teml Awyr. Within the splendid Palas Nefol, the grand jousting tournament unfolded beneath the watchful eyes of dignitaries, nobles, and commoners alike. Warriors from all corners of the empire, clad in armor that told the tales of Alistia's storied past, had gathered to compete in a spectacle that celebrated not only a bountiful crop yield but also the prospects of courtship and alliances with noble Alistian women. Among the distinguished participants was a young half-elven guardsman, donned in humble iron armor that bore the unmistakable signs of wear and rust. Hailing from a very minor noble family, his presence among the elite Imperial Guard spoke volumes of his determination and the aspirational spirit that fueled his desire for recognition. As the jousting bouts progressed, the atmosphere crackled with the energy of each clash, each lance strike, and each strategic maneuver. The young half-elven guardsman, despite the odds stacked against him, emerged as a rising star, defeating opponents with a combination of skill, agility, and the latent psionic powers that marked him as a true Alistian. The pivotal moment arrived when he faced a seasoned Inquisitor, a noble warrior draped in dark robes and symbols of unwavering allegiance to the Ecclesia Hominibus. The crowd, enthralled by the prospect of an unconventional match, watched as the half-elven guardsman, his iron armor barely recognizable, squared off against his formidable adversary. In a dramatic turn, the underdog guardsman skillfully maneuvered his horse, deflecting the Inquisitor's lance with uncanny precision. The clash of the wooden pikes rang through the air as the half-elven warrior seized victory, shattering long-standing expectations and making history as the first non-Inquisitor to best one in the tournament for hundreds of years. However, the grandmaster of the Inquisitors, witnessing the unexpected outcome, harbored extreme dissatisfaction. The defeated Inquisitor, now off his horse, met a tragic end. In a scene shrouded in secrecy, the Inquisitor lay in a pool of his own blood, a wooden pike having found its mark. The echoes of the jousting tournament reverberated through the celestial palace, leaving an indelible mark on Alistian history. Whispers of foul play and political intrigue mingled with the echoes of applause, and the fate of the young half-elven guardsman became entwined with a shadowy undercurrent that hinted at deeper conflicts within the heart of Alistia. The Palas Nefol, witness to this momentous event, stood silent, as the grand celebration turned into a tale of unexpected triumph, dark secrets, and the uncertain destiny that awaited the courageous half-elven champion. | |
Isiphepho | Role Play Entry Copied from Discord | |
The Empire of Malazan Empire | Role Play Entry Copied from Discord Screams, lots of screams split the normal nightly sounds. I lifted my head from the floor of my cell. I was still groggy from earlier and it took me a moment to realise what was happening. Fighting lots of fighting at first I thought it was the usual stuff this clan did but no it was the sound of battle. As I looked up I could see orcs battling what looked like children, human children. As I watched one of the fights I saw the human child turn and could see the beard.... they were Dwarves. This must have been who the Clan had planned to fight. Yet the Dwarves had found the Clans home and had attacked. As I watch I saw Orc women with their children flee into the marshland. With the Clan warriors trying to cover their retreate whilst trying to flee themselves. After about 10 minutes, the Battle was over and the Dwarves were the only ones left standing. They were securing the town when a couple trotted up "look at that a Green Orc.... don't see these around these parts." One of them remarked. "I came from abroad, my ship was boarded and my crew killed baring a human male." The Dwarves turned and shrugged and opened the cell and throw one of their cloaks to me. I dropped it over my naked form and exited the cell. They lead me to the centre of the Clan village. There I saw Jack sat on the floor with a Dwarve talking to him, I realised quickly that he was the commander. He turned "Ah Captain Sraak I presume. The merchant guild in Greela have been looking for you..." I sat down next to Jack not quite believing what was happening. "... Well Jack has filled me in on what's been happening since your contract begain. I won't ask you for the time being for your account. We need to get back to base before the Grey Skins come back in force. |