The Eagle's Cup :: Rosters, RP, Scores

by **Nephara** » Fri Sep 12, 2014 3:38 pm

THE BRINEMOUTH HERALD
THE PREMIERSHIP - A RETROSPECTIVE
by Portia Thrift

At the end of the 329 season, Asger Stubbs lifted the Premiership trophy for the last time in his career. The Sabrefell Moths had triumphed.

Looking through that roster, you'll see many names that call back to the past. Stubbs, the captain, national hero of the pre-WCC era. Cheney Rosewood and Gerhard Thunder, both Cormorants - Rosewood netted twelve that season on the left side of the diamond, Thunder smashing home thirty-three. James Yorke, who'd later become a Cormorant. And there's some other players whose stories wouldn't work out - Chalker, Grey and Muscat. Muscat would discover his best form for South Laithland, as would, some time later, Grey. Chalker, tipped as potentially one of the best prospects in the league, would snap his ACL the next season and never really recover - Bryan Veldt, backup goalkeeper at the time and successor to Stubbs, would simply never live up to it.

Early in the next season, they were drawn up against one Frujley FC, of Timfen. It was the first UICA match Nephara ever played, and in front of a capacity crowd in Gargoyle's Court, the Moths battled their way to a 2-1 win - Thunder and Chalker getting the goals. But after the initial hype died down, people took stock, and it got accepted as part of the new order of things. An exciting new era for Nepharim football - at least that's what the progressives felt.

That season, Cassadagan centreback Erica Kenney had become the first player from outside the Isles of Serenes to join the league, making a post within Brinemouth her own. Larissa Garrotte, now one of the finest managers in Nepharim history, entered the Premiership for the first time playing a far more patient game with Cranequin. AFC Treason finished seventh and their manager, one Ivan Knightley, resigned and retired - Jon Slatesaver, hardly a household name then, was announced as his successor. Violence Chariots, now a mainstay in the top six, finished sixteenth - and even that was above expectations. Vermillion Rage faced financial ruin, and were relegated. Other Serenes nations' clubs were in the top flight - Raging Fire, who have since left the system, were boring the rest of the league to tears with their highly defensive unit, and Integabad and Leopolis had one of the fiercest rivalries in the league.

Now the Premiership is entering its ninth season. A lot has changed since then. Most clubs now boast at least a couple of foreigners, while the squads of the likes of Treason, Brinemouth and Maximum are studded with stars. The Sabrefell giants have fallen from grace. And the Premiership is an appreciable presence in the wider sporting world.

Back then, we thought things would stay largely the same - only better. We were also more optimistic about our personal power, that the rest of the world had more to learn from us than teach us. Nine years have taught us otherwise. The league is by no means one of the strongest in the world, and likely never will be. But it's a respectable one, with more internationals every year migrating to it.

It's a place where people can build their careers - Luxulya St. Cleer is an exciting new example, but it's a formula proven by Grubiša Jelić, Russ Miller, Yupanqui Sarracena and Darek Norgen before her. The Polarian Norgen is perhaps the most striking example - a Divijion Two striker who faced relegation at the first time of asking in the top flight, he was picked up by Brinemouth. It's regenerated his career, and he's become one of the deadliest marksmen in the league. While he'll almost certainly never be capped - the Terns are the strongest team in the world, with the strongest league to draw from - it's still a symbol of what this league represents.

Is that a disappointment? Could the Premiership be fighting it out with the heavyweights? This latest transfer window appears somewhat to undermine that - two of its best Nepharim players, Bittencourt and Locke, have both migrated to Valladares for a combined fee of 47 million pounds. But it is, at least, an environment in which players can build their careers, play at a high standard against quality opposition, and go deep into UICA. Even though the league has, of late, suffered from fairly poor performances internationally. It's a slump, doubtless, but one we can recover from. And every year, more and more local prospects turn up, more foreigners decide that this is where they want a new start, the league evolves. Lately, initiatives like expanding the lower leagues (which will come into effect this year) and permitting a branch of Project +90 to set up in Treason can only help this process.

So that is the league as it stands. A stepping stone for greater things, a place to build or rebuild a career, a league where more and more foreign scouts look for Nepharim talent to bring overseas. It's a firm and established presence in the international sphere, though our best national players still ply their trade for stronger, foreign leagues. But is this the end for the league? We've found a place in the world - but is there no room to build on that?

Think about it this way. All these changes happened in nine years. Imagine what could change in another nine.

by **Turori** » Fri Sep 12, 2014 9:06 pm

Cocoabo Preservation Society Threatens Eagle's Cup

Eelandii, Turori :: The Cocoabo Preservation Society, long a major supporter of the Football Association of Turori and the furtherment of sport in the Island Emirate, could stand in the way of the Eagle's Cup quarter final matches scheduled to be held at the conclusion of the Eagle's Cup group stage at the newly constructed grounds of the Eagle's Club in Eelandii.

With final construction nearly completed at the Eagle's Club, an organized protest led by a small contingent of radicalized Cocoabo Supporters alleging that the grounds associated with the location that was chosen for the Eagle's Club were previously an important mating location for the Wild Cocoabo. While the notion of a "Wild Cocoabo" had long been lost to the annals of history, the Cocoabo Preservation Society has for decades been making strides for decades towards formally repopulating the Cocoabo on Turori's main Island.

The CPS, headquartered on the Eastern Shore of Turori in Kionao, also has a preservation range on the Island of Mliona where Quasi-Wild Cocoabo are allowed to roam on acres of land in an attempt to familiarize them with life outside of captivity. While the Cocoabo Preservation Society has primarily been focused on protection of the Cocoabo, more radicalized movements in recent time have urged for the re-introduction of the Wild Cocoabo on mainland Turori, including the reclamation of lands once 'belonging' to the Cocoabo that are now occupied by commercial and citizen development.

When hearing about the protests in Eelandii, Cocoabo Preservation Society chair Noa-isinao Wioauoi noted that it was not the desire of the Cocoabo Preservation Society to interfere with the already-scheduled Eagle's Cup competition. Wioauoi, a former player on the Turori National Team, was never expected to be too controversial in a potential spat over land use for sporting events.

However, former Cocoabo Preservation Society chair Envita'i Amoraa'a had a different position, urging Wioauoi to air on the side of caution, perhaps requesting a detailed plan from the Football Association of Turori regarding the detrimental impacts that could be caused by the influx of traveling supporters for the highly-condensed 4 game-in-2-day schedule of the Eagle's Cup quarterfinals. When questioned whether he felt that the Cocoabo Preservation Society should be getting involved in re-population of Cocoabo in the Turorian Mainland, Amoraa'a emphasized that the Preservation Society's primary focus was on Preservation, and that Preservation meant more than just making sure there was a living flock of Cocoabo, but it should also be about preserving the Cocoabo way of life.

Eagle's Club officials have stated that they don't currently expect the protests to effect the schedule of the Eagle's Cup Quarter Final matches.

by **Yttribia** » Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:43 pm

The sound the old clock makes is bugging young Yttribian teenager Ulysses Pierre Eurs. I mean, I know I should be doing homework right now, but gah! I need to find out how's the Eagle's Cup! Ulysses is thinking. He's frustrated. Extremely frustrated with his homework, he pushes it to the side, and opens up his laptop. A small prompt on the grey background of the laptop's screen appears, asking him for his login details.

username: ULYSSESEURS@erca.cy
password: _

Ulysses enters his password, and sees his home screen pop up. Frustrated with the user interface of the home screen, he immediately presses the start button, and it takes him to the alternate layout, something he's always preferred. He opens up the web browser he uses, Tungstenium, and quickly enters the URL, taking him to PeresNet, the IRC chat network he and his friends usually frequent. He enters his login credentials, and then hovers his mouse over connect, and clicks "connect." Countless of information has been pinged back and forth between Ulysses' IP, and the IRC server itself. After a moment, he finally logs onto the network, and has automatically entered the chatroom he frequents.

[18:45:32] thaess joined (~thaess@81.94.98.15)
[18:46:51] <krismingle> So right, as I was saying, that squad of Yttribian b-listers? No chance at all.
[18:46:55] <el_consejero> Perfect timing, km. Sup, thaess.
[18:47:11] <thaess> Oh, hey there conse. It's been a while, hasn't it?
[18:47:14] <el_consejero> aye, it has.
[18:47:23] <krismingle> My comment still stands, thaess :p
[18:47:29] <thaess> Oh *we'll* see about that...
[18:47:51] Ashai tackles thaess
[18:48:00] <thaess> goddamnit, Asahi! good to see ya :3
[18:48:04] <Asahi> likewise :3
[18:48:14] <Geraet> holy shoot, a thaess sighting? Never thought I'd see one of those outisde of the summer months...
[18:48:24] <haveherson> ^
[18:48:33] <thaess> ik, ik. I should be doing my homework right now, but I'm positive that can wait until later. Time to enjoy a *VICTORY* against the. mark my words.
[18:48:48] krismingle marks thaess' words
[18:48:51] <thaess> or else what?
[18:49:06] <krismingle> just you wait and see ;)
[18:49:11] <thaess> damn it kris. what the legit fuck?
[18:49:24] <krismingle> you'll like it soon enough. heh.
[18:49:51] thaess is now known as yttribithaess
[18:50:01] <yttribithaess> it's game tiiiime
[18:50:11] haveherson is know known as haveTHErson, krismingle is now known as THE_krismingle, Asahi is now known as asaTHE|silentT, el_consejero is known as is now known as el_empro
<18:50:14> <yttribithaess> goddamnit[i][/i]

All of a sudden, Ulysses's mother comes in through the door, seeing her son "work hardly" on his homework. She then tells Ulysses to take a break from all of his homework, and go "talk with those guys you always talk too, mmkay?" With that, she closed the door on Ulysses, and allowed for him to do his thing.

by **Eagles Club** » Sat Sep 13, 2014 4:45 am

^{MATCHDAY 5}

Group A
Free Republics [1] Turori [4]
New Montreal States [2] Apox [2]
Group B
Felix [3] Schiavonia [1]
Yttribia [1] The Holy Empire [2]
Group C
Nephara [2] Bedistan [0]
West Angola [1] Vilita [2]
Group D
San Jose Guayabal [4] Legalese [7]
The Calanian Union [4] Royal Québec [1]

-------Group A----       P  W  D  L GF-GA     GD  Pts
[1] Turori               5  3  1  1 17-11   +6   10
[2] Free Republics       5  1  3  1 11-13   -2   6
 3- New Montreal States  5  0  4  1 12-14   -2   4
 4- Apox                 5  0  4  1 10-12   -2   4

-------Group B----       P  W  D  L GF-GA     GD  Pts
[1] The Holy Empire      5  4  1  0 14-6    +8   13
[2] Yttribia             5  2  1  2  8-7    +1   7
 3- Felix                5  2  0  3  7-8    -1   6
 4- Schiavonia           5  1  0  4  3-11   -8   3

-------Group C----       P  W  D  L GF-GA     GD  Pts
[1] Nephara              5  3  0  2 12-10   +2   9
[2] Bedistan             5  2  2  1 15-10   +5   8
 3- Vilita               5  1  3  1  9-9    +0   6
 4- West Angola          5  1  1  3  8-15   -7   4

-------Group D----       P  W  D  L GF-GA     GD  Pts
[1] Legalese             5  3  2  0 20-14   +6   11
[2] The Calanian Union   5  1  3  1  9-8    +1   6
 3- Royal Québec         5  1  2  2 10-13   -3   5
 4- San Jose Guayabal    5  1  1  3  9-13   -4   4

Hosts Note: The final matchday of the group stage will be scorinated overnight on Sunday. There will then be a short break ahead of the Quarter Finals. Schiavonia and West Angola are the only two teams who can not mathematically advance to the final 8.

by **Nephara** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 3:04 am

Yes... this was it. This was the fire they'd been missing in the first two matches. Matches like this was what the legend of the Farham Arena was built on.
Jess Mortlock couldn't help a wry smile. If only they'd had this spirit in qualifying.
National rank be damned, the Cormorants were underdogs here. Bedistan could call on players from the likes of Jamaica Giants, Yuba United... giants of the Elite League. Some of the individual Nepharim were better, true - the likes of Belfast and Rowland - but they were standing shoulder to shoulder with Kunibert Mathias and young Rachael Kellen, homegrown players (for a given definition of 'homegrown' in Mathias' case, anyway).
But the Cormorants hadn't come all this way just to be outmatched. The Eagle's Cup was a chance to experiment, in theory, but that didn't mean anything went. There was reason to blood the likes of Kellen and Stockinger in a match like this - not only could they use the experience, but they were the most aggressive full-backs she had.
And they were needed, now that Mortlock had done what she thought she'd never do - go back to the old 4-4-2 diamond.
Though it wasn't quite as it had been under the old days.
Ulrich Alsatian and Kurt Mathias lined up in central midfield, given less licence to roam out than under Ramsey - the old manager had always liked to station wingers there, and allow them to drift out and link up more with the fullbacks. That had its advantages, but it was hardly conventional. Here, they were... well, central midfielders. They just happened to have the support of Michael Brandon, wearing the armband today, behind of them, and Rutger Locke as an openly attacking midfielder in front. Stockinger and Kellen had more licence to charge to compensate.
And, hell, it had worked. They might have suffered a man disadvantage going forward, but they had four in midfield, and Stockinger in particular had lit the stage in her first ever start. She even had an assist - the three Bedistani centrebacks had Rowland and Bittencourt marked down, but failed to pick up a third man, Locke, with the freedom to run forward onto a low cross. He'd drilled it into the top-right corner with his first touch.

It was a good lead over the men in white and blue, but a nervy one - they certainly could do with another goal. Pisaro had already tested Ballard more than once, but the Crisisbless stopper had proven equal to the task - still, God knew Bedistan were capable of a goal. And the home crowd were baying for blood, begging for the Cormorants to swoop in for the kill.
Stockinger again swept down the left in possession, going almost to the corner flag before cutting it back to Mathias. The powerful Brinemouth midfielder smashed it first time, but it came off Renteria's head, flashed across the goalmouth and bounced out for a corner. Locke, predictably, stepped up to take it. And if there was anything the Nepharim could do, it was outmuscle their opponents.
Locke smashed it, hard, high and directly across the centre. Barry did come out for it, he must've done, but got caught in a tangle with his own defenders. And it was Keith Rowland, as it always seemed to be these days, rising like a phoenix with his head tilted at the right angle to power the ball home...

Ten minutes later, the match was won. And the home support was still chanting for more.
Their faith had been shaken by a turbulent qualifying campaign... but after events abroad, and victories like this, the Cormorant faithful were back in the fold.

by **Eagles Club** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 4:09 am

^{The Eagle's Club}

COCOABO RELATED THREAT MAY FORCE POSTPONEMENT

Eelandii, Turori :: Eagle's Club officials were left scrambling on the morning of the final matchday of Eagle's Cup group stage competition after a letter was received threatening "untold damages" if the competition were to continue. The letter was a non-specific threat that made no demands - other than the implication that the author wished for the tournament not to continue.

Initial thoughts are that, if the threat is deemed to be 'legitimate' - it may be centered around the recent construction of the Eagle's Club grounds in Eelandii on lands that some radical preservationists believe was once a primary mating site for Turori's indigenous Cocoabo species. Protestors have previously been demonstrating at the site of the construction but prior to this letter being received, all such demonstrations seemed to be peaceful in nature.

However, since the tournament in general was threatened, and not just the Eelandii grounds, Eagle's Club officials have sent a memo to each Football Association due to host an Eagle's Cup group stage fixture on Matchday 6 and recommend a postponement of at least 24 hours while the investigation into the threat continues such that additional security personnel can be located and staffed on site at each venue.

---------- The Eagle's Club ----------

by **The Inevitable Syndicate** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 5:57 am

Sports :: Eagle's Cup V
Tags: Atlantian Oceania, Calanian Union, Turori, Eagles
Final Push Towards Advancement
Union Looking For A Win Against Legalese

4th July 2191

by Harvey Harding

Magnaeus, THE CALANIAN UNION---- After a shocking 4-1 win against Royal Quebec which has catapulted the team up the rankings to sit second on Group D's table, a single point ahead of the opponent.

All eyes are looking towards Magnaeus for this week's game against the Legal Eagles, in an epic clash that is sure to be one of the defining games of the Eagle's cup. On the one side we have a team that is world renowned for their skill, full of many players that give teams across the multiverse a run for their money. And the other side is Legalese! (Ahahahaha!) In all seriousness, however, the Eagles are a very competent team that the Union knows well, with many of their players playing in the LigAnaia against the best our nation has to offer. Here, we offer a tossup between the two teams, and offer out verdict on who will come out on top during this week's game.

Managers: Okay, so in the green corner, we have Gerald Montier, a manager who has had a problematic time in the drivers seat for the Calanian team. Guiding them through some terrible World Cup qualifying campaigns, and narrowly missing out on quarter-final appearances in the AOCAF, Montier has had a hard time from players and fans alike to co-ordinate his team. This has turned him from the happy-go-lucky Burgess FC manager that celebrated win after win, over to a stern fellow that's ever chasing victory.

In the black corner, we have Ben Gammal, manager for Legalese. Gammal has already led the side to a better performance in the AOCAF than Montier ever has, and is his equal when it comes to national championships. Gammal has, however, the added advantage of being one of Comunas's best players back in the day. This is something that his opposing manager cannot tout, as Montier never really amounted to much in his club days for Spectres De La Sebald...

Captains: Cyrus Damhan. Captain of the national side, a stalwart of the national team, and also a key player for International of Tyrelia. The man, 31 years old, already has a lot of national side experience under his belt, especially as a captain, and his position in the centre of the field allows him to keep a keen eagle eye on flow of play, and allows his team to react with haste.

The Calanian Captain is no longer the usual face of Bradley Birch, who feels that his time as commander of the fleet is over. Therefore, Montier has passed the role over to Luke Mitchell, 33 years old and star striker for both the Calanian national team and one of the top clubs in the multiverse, SK Franz Josef City. While Mitchell is two years Damhan's senior, he lacks the captain experience, both in the sub-national and inter-national sense. His first-time captain skills may prove to be inferior to Damhan's, and Mitchell's position towards the front of the field means that he'll be missing when it comes to the point that the Legalites decide to attack. His distance from the defence could be the Calanian team's undoing in the game on Friday night.

Goalkeepers: Matt D'Sauviterre, freshly moved from The Licentian Isles to Mertian startup club Kurtz Herretik, has proved that he is worth his salt with some impressive displays in the last few national tournaments. At only 29, he's still got a few years left in him yet, and in the last game against Royal Quebec, he showed the world that he's fully capable of locking down a goal and blocking a high percentage of shots.

Evan Swales, 31, of the Titans, is an even more formidable force. If the ball ever gets to his end of the pitch, you can almost be sure that it's not going anywhere near the goal, as his long clearing shots can instantly change the tide of play in one fell boot of the ball. His clearance is unmatched, and this could be a real problem for the Calanian team, who are all about punching through on those few moments that are weak points in the opponent's defence. If they're blocked at the end, I can see the game ending up scoreless for the Union.

So, in conclusion, both sides have some key players, but it looks as if the Legal Eagles have the advantage. If the union can hold them to a draw, it may be enough to advance depending on the result of the SJG-RQB game, but it would be best to secure a place with a win.

by **Eagles Club** » Tue Sep 16, 2014 5:55 am

^{MATCHDAY 6}

Group A
Apox [4] Free Republics [0]
New Montreal States [1] Turori [3]
Group B
The Holy Empire [3] Felix [2]
Yttribia [2] Schiavonia [1]
Group C
Vilita [4] Nephara [1]
West Angola [3] Bedistan [2]
Group D
Royal Québec [3] San Jose Guayabal [3]
The Calanian Union [1] Legalese [3]

-------Group A----       P  W  D  L GF-GA     GD  Pts
[1] Turori               6  4  1  1 20-12   +8   13
[2] Apox                 6  1  4  1 14-12   +2   7
 3- Free Republics       6  1  3  2 11-17   -6   6
 4- New Montreal States  6  0  4  2 13-17   -4   4

-------Group B----       P  W  D  L GF-GA     GD  Pts
[1] The Holy Empire      6  5  1  0 17-8    +9   16
[2] Yttribia             6  3  1  2 10-8    +2   10
 3- Felix                6  2  0  4  9-11   -2   6
 4- Schiavonia           6  1  0  5  4-13   -9   3

-------Group C----       P  W  D  L GF-GA     GD  Pts
[1] Vilita               6  2  3  1 13-10   +3   9
[2] Nephara              6  3  0  3 13-14   -1   9
 3- Bedistan             6  2  2  2 17-13   +4   8
 4- West Angola          6  2  1  3 11-17   -6   7

-------Group D----       P  W  D  L GF-GA     GD  Pts
[1] Legalese             6  4  2  0 23-15   +8   14
[2] The Calanian Union   6  1  3  2 10-11   -1   6
 3- Royal Québec         6  1  3  2 13-16   -3   6
 4- San Jose Guayabal    6  1  2  3 12-16   -4   5

^{QUARTER FINAL MATCHUPS}

All Games to be contested at The Eagle's Club, Eelandii, Turori

Turori [- v -] Yttribia
Vilita [- v -] The Calanian Union
Legalese [- v -] Nephara
The Holy Empire [- v -] Apox

by **Apox** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 11:05 am

Tregajorran scores Hat-trick in unlikely rout of the "Free" Republics, Chaply rematch up next

Well, that is something of a turn up for the books. It's safe to say that very few people would have seen that one coming, but, against the majority of the odds, Gavin Hughes has taken this Apoxian team, shaken them up and set them out shrewdly. And as a result, they've progressed from the group stage, with something of a bang, winning against 10th ranked Free Republics.

It was a scintillating encounter between two sides who knew that if they won they'd be quite likely to progress. Tolgus Tregajorran was on form, it was one of those days where you'd just watch him play and be completely taken aback. It was a performance that really puts him up there with the best strikers in the multiverse - and why not. It's not everyday your star striker has a key role to play in demolishing a defense which is meant to be one of the best in the world.

However, and this is important, it wasn't just Tregajorran who played well. Hughes has got this team playing like a team again, there is the understanding between these players and some of the moves they were able to implement during the game were quite something. Zana Ibrox, put in a great performance in her first start for the national side, in place of unconvincing performances by Wilfried Lidgley. Indeed, she nearly set up Zozula in the 4th minute, and netted the opening goal of the game, in the 10th minute, chipping it past Christoffersen in goal, as if she were a seasoned veteran in the international game.

Ulrika Kinlasson was the key to the next goal, as she surged up through the centre, suddenly providing the Republics with another player to mark, drawing Miroslav Bozek off Tregajorran in the centre, allowing Tregajorran to race forward, play the offside trap perfectly in his favour and quickly spin to put the second goal away.

At 2-0 it stayed, until the second half was upon the two teams. This time, the gaol came from a free-kick, Alice Monteforth stepping up to take it. She sent a ball whistling into the Republic's box, which Tregajorran, despite being pulled down by Kieran Hancock, managed to get his head on, to make it 3-0, the keeper once again not being able to stop the ball from flying in.

The fourth and final Apoxian goal was from another free-kick, although this one was step up in more, *ahem*, acrimonious circumstances, shall we say. Adnan Zozula had just given the ball away up front and, the Free Republics had quickly launched a counter attack. Koby Theodore, on the right hand side, was about to pass before Alice Monteforth stole the ball from under him, taking it back up the pitch. Theodore, in some sort of rage I assume, turned and went after her, studs up and completely flattened her, no intent to go for the ball. Monteforth, for her part, was clearly injured, and only just managed to hobble off the field to be replaced by Ivo Trevowah. Theodore didn't get off lightly, being shown a red card and the free-kick set up in a very advantageous position for Apox. Tregajorran this time stepped up to take it, curling it just past the wall, and completing his hat-trick, his first for Apox, incredible considering the number of goals he's scored since his debut.

So we were through, and who do we face next? Only The Holy Empire, the nation we have just hosted the World Cup with, and on top of that, the reigning World Cup Champions, having won in our very own Royal Stadium in Dwile. It will be one the fans can get behind, their faith in the team slowly rebuilding after the disastrous World cup. Whilst expectations for progressing in the tournament may not be all that high, we weren't expecting to get this far, so I think the best thing to do is enjoy the match and not hold any thoughts going into the game.

Line-up vs. The Holy Empire

Lockwood
Lerryn - Shahzad - Isner - Hatem
Kinlasson
St. Cleer - Ibrox - Coleman
McKenna - Tregajorran

by **Vilita** » Thu Sep 18, 2014 4:21 pm

VILITA FIND HAT, THEN RABBIT

Experienced Jungle Cats Win Out to Claim Group C

Vilita [2] - [1] West Angola

:: Best Player: Ritopa Simafela
:: Worst Player: Steffyn Siazzu
:: Shots on Target: 6
:: Corner Kicks: 13
:: Opponent Shots: 2
:: Opponent Corners: 4

:: Vilitan Goalscorers ::
:: 17' Viji-mara Lawaai
:: 21' Jomur Hulyer

Vilita [4] - [1] Nephara

:: Best Player: Jungrii Canopii
:: Worst Player: Miiara Makose
:: Shots on Target: 10
:: Corner Kicks: 4
:: Opponent Shots: 3
:: Opponent Corners: 4

:: Vilitan Goalscorers ::
:: 10' Resaie Kentiak
:: 11' Yves Gadois
:: 17' Viliaka Morasita
:: 78' Jomur Hulyer

Tropicoast, Tropicorp :: With two matchdays to play, it appeared the Vilita Jungle Cats were done and dusted, having dropped 9 points in the first 4 matches, only a perfect showing over the final two matches could ensure their passage into the Quarter Finals.

It was a nightmare scenario for quasi-sponsor Tropicorp, who while making waves as a supplier elsewhere in Atlantian Oceania, had been struggling to break in with the Football Association of Vilita.

The Eagle's Cup, with its final set to be held at Tropicorp Park in Tropicoast, also represented the first time that the Football Association of Vilita had turned to Tropicorp instead of long-time kit-maker 3WD to produce player accessories for the Jungle Cats national team. While some have said Tropicorp missed the boat with a kit that many have criticized is nearly a full rendition of the Tropicorp flag, the reality is the Tropicorp flag has its root in Vilita's own flag, so the association is only natural.

Additionally, a trio of young Tropicorp prospects who had previously been off-radar from Vilitan National youth camps were invited to be part of the team - be it be bribe or by merit, they had performed admirably over the opening two matches of Group C competition.

But the Jungle Cats weren't winning games, and after 4 Matchdays they found themselves on the outside looking in with victories in the two remaining matches against West Angola and Nephara the only route that could see them through to the Quarter Finals in Eelandii.

Viji-mara Lawaai and Jomur Hulyer got things started for Vilita early in West Angola and the Jungle Cats would hold on for the 2-1 victory, their first of the competition. Only Tropicorp's Monner Vileai was in the lineup with the bulk of the responsibility falling to Vilita's long-time stars.

For the decisive final match, the Jungle Cats packed up and headed to Tropicorp for the first ever International Football Match to be held at Tropicorp Park in Tropicoast. It was clear that Tropicorp officials were going to milk it in from start and Tropicorp banners lined the walkways, which themselves were decorated in blue and orange streamers. Every fan in attendance received a coupon for a 'mix and match; buy-one-get-one' on TCp-X1 and TS-L1 balls. Replica "Eagle's Cup" edition Vilitan jerseys were on sale, though the majority of those in attendance were more interested in the 'Vilita v. Nephara' scarves commemorating the occasion, as well as the 'Tour of Tropicorp' tram ride that allowed fans to escape on a 20 minute ride around the Tropicorp campus and to the near edges of some of the most primal, undisturbed forest in all of Calania.

When the match kicked off, the Jungle Cats, knowing what was at stake, once again tore out to a fast start. Within 20 minutes, goals from Resaie Kentiak, Yves Gadois and Viliaka Morasita had put the Jungle Cats up 3-0 and just like that, Vilita were looking favored to advance to the final 8.

Nephara slipped one past Jungrii Canopii in the 39th minute to close the gap at the half, where Nycflala Kater, in his training top with his position as the backup goalkeeper, used all 3 of his subs. Among them was Double-Century man Jomur Hulyer, the first to cross the 200 cap mark in the Vilitan modern era. Hulyer would mark the occasion with a goal in the 78th minute - a goal which ensured, the scoreline at 4-1, that it would not be Hulyer's final match in a Jungle Cats uniform, Kater's Vilitan squad gaining a ticket to Eelandii where they will face off against The Calanian Union for a place in the final four.

Vilita Jungle Cats @ West Angola::
[GK] Kalek Intafel, [D.] Miiara Makose, [D.] Monner Vileai, [D.] Ritopa Simafela, [ML] Viliaka Morasita, [MC] Jomur Hulyer, [MC] Jian Lejsrma, [MC] Steffyn Siazzu, [MR] Riksa Valjariia, [FC] Yves Gadois, [FC] Viji-mara Lawaai
BENCH::
[FC] Kristofer Kilpter, [FC] Lita Adjei, [M] Ikala Mravedii, [M] Resaie Kentiak, [U] Dronik Ratuva, [D] Sipaao Vereaoao, [GK] Nycflala Kater

Vilita Substitutions::
(61) - Jomur Hulyer >>> Lita Adjei

Vilita Jungle Cats v. Nephara::
[GK] Jungrii Canopii, [D.] Miiara Makose, [D.] Ritopa Simafela, [D.] Inbekira Ajhabekk, [D.] Sipaao Vereaoao, [ML] Viliaka Morasita, [MC] Ikala Mravedii, [MC] Jian Lejsrma, [MR] Resaie Kentiak, [FC] Viji-mara Lawaai, [FC] Yves Gadois
BENCH::
[FC] Xcnaio Bansoa, [FC] Lita Adjei, [M] Jomur Hulyer, [M] Steffyn Siazzu, [U] Berali Tzufarei, [D] Kadi Molali, [GK] Nycflala Kater

Vilita Substitutions::
(45) - Jian Lejsrma >>> Lita Adjei
(45) - Resaie Kentiak >>> Jomur Hulyer
(45) - Yves Gadois >>> Xcnaio Bansoa

by **Nephara** » Fri Sep 19, 2014 6:09 pm

Catheline Harper was probably one of the best captains Auburn could ask for. It was a shame it was probably only for the course of this tournament.
The tall, athletic woman, sandy blonde, well-tanned and heavily-tattooed, was a bastion of strength to those around her. And if anyone could get through to...
Auburn had a difficult time not hating Catheline Stockinger. An erratic, self-loathing defender with a lot of personal insecurities, she was more than capable of going through the motions off the pitch. But she was a very closed, private individual when the mood took her, and it took her a lot these days. She generally stuck to the people she knew - and given that that was just three other people, that wasn't really enough.
Someone needed to get through to her.
Auburn knocked on the door. "Harps?"
Harper answered in her usual deshabille state. "Hm? What do you need, Auburn?" She grinned. "Not used to having a whip 'round."
Auburn let the excruciating pun slide. Captain's privilege. "Quite," she said frostily. "Look, Cathel- the other Catheline's kind of... not integrating. Surely you've noticed?"
Harper sighed. "Yeah. Guess she's not."
"Is that... all?"
"I mean there's not really a lot I can do, Auburn. Hell, you've seen her. Moody as hell half the time."
"I'm aware. Believe me."
"Makes you wonder what she's like at club level..."
"See, that's the thing. From what I've heard, it takes her a while to adjust to a new atmosphere-"
"Hah! Makes you wonder why she keeps changing clubs, then."
"I don't know," said Auburn irritably. "I don't think she's the type to put her own comfort first. Either way, she's pretty fucking good. She'll be a staple in this team sooner rather than later. But I want the adaptation process to start now. And with you."
Harper bit her lip. "Yeah, uh... so basically you want me to try to befriend her?"
"More or less."
"But, uh. It's. Probably my last year with the team, isn't it."
"Yeah but once she warms to you she'll feel comfortable with others. Is the theory, at least."
"Thing is, Auburn. The writing's sort of on the wall for me."
Auburn blinked. "What do you mean?"
Harper sighed. "Ahh, you don't have to pretend not to know. Next year's a coin flip if I'll make the cut or not. Come the next World Cup, my legs will be shot, and young Kylie will be better than ever. If you're relying on me to be that presence for her? It might only last until the quarterfinals next week, should we lose them."
"... Fuck."
"My advice? This is something you should do. 'Cause I'll take any caps the management will throw at me, but that's not going to last forever? You? You're the assistant manager, for fuck's sake."
There was a pause.
"Aw, Auburn," said Harper quietly. "Don't give me those kitten eyes."
"... I was giving you kitten eyes?"
"At the prospect of talkin' to Stocki? You looked like you were being sent to the coal mines! Aw, it's alright not to like someone." Harper clapped Auburn heartily on the back. "Tell you what. You're another step higher on the staff ladder these days... so delegate!"
"Eh?"
"Get that pretty young thing, Franziska, to do it. Maybe she'll open Stocki's stone heart, or whatever it is you want. And she's like to stick around longer than I will."
"That's... a good point. Thanks. I'll, uh... I'll do that."
Harper grinned. "I'm always happy to do my job, Auburn. Just don't want the effort to be wasted."

by **Turori** » Fri Sep 19, 2014 8:52 pm

All Clear as CPS and Eagle's Club reach agreement

Eelandii, Turori :: After standing in protest at the gates of the Eagle's Club for weeks, the radicalized protestors, members of the Cocoabo Preservation Society, have cleared the scene and agreed to allow the Eagle's Cup competition to go ahead as originally planned with the all-important Quarter Final matches.

After discussions with the Football Association of Turori, and by extension, the Eagle's Club of Eelandii, the Cocoabo Preservation Society - negotiating on behalf of the small fraction of society members involved in the protests, agreed terms that would allow for the future return of the lands on which the Eagle's Club was construct should certain Cocoabo re-population conditions be met.

It likely wasn't a terribly difficult negotiation in the end for the Football Association of Turori, as direct negotiations were held with Noa-isinao Wioauoi. Wioauoi was a long time player on the Turori National Team and the protracted negotiations were likely just rarely-seen political tactics to give the impression that Wioauoi was fighting for his new-found cause against his former employer.

In the end, the terms were favorable to the Eagle's Club, essentially ensuring the grounds at Eelandii would be allowed to remain for along as Civilians still populate the Island Emirate.

The exact terms of the agreement with the Cocoabo Preservation Society called for the grounds of the Eagle's Club to be officially held in trust by the Football Association of Turori from the due right of the Cocoabo Preservation Society. The term of the trust would be for an indefinite duration, culminating at such a point where the Wild Cocoabo population has been re-populated to a point where they out-number the citizen population on the Island Emirate - a population point that exactly zero experts have projected in the lifetimes of any currently living Turorian citizen.

It is still a win, however, for Wioauoi as chief of the Cocoabo Preservation Society, as, although unlikely to ever be acted upon, the inclusion of a 'Cocoabo Clause' in the ownership of the grounds of the Eagle's Club adds increased validity to the cause that Wioauoi is charged with championing, with one of the most important organizations in Turori, the Football Association of Turori, acknowledging the relationship between modern day society and civilization and the ancient ways of the Island Emirate's original occupants.

Quarter Final play is scheduled to begin tomorrow with the Apox v. The Holy Empire and Legalese v. Nephara matchups. The following day will see some local firepower with Vilita facing The Calanian Union and Turori squaring off against Yttribia to round out the Quarter Final matchups and decide who would be going on to Tropicorp to compete for the Eagle's Cup title.

by **Eagles Club** » Sat Sep 20, 2014 2:50 am

^{QUARTER FINALS :: DAY 1}
Eagle's Club, Eelandii, Turori

Morning
The Holy Empire [2] Apox [2] AET :: (4-2) on penalty kicks
Evening
Legalese [1] Nephara [2]

With the first day of Quarter-Final matchups complete, 2 Nations; The Holy Empire and Nephara, had earned themselves a spot in the Eagle's Cup Semi Finals, along with a guaranteed invitation to compete in the next Eagle's Cup competition. Four more nations stood in waiting for their day of quarter final competition and a chance to join the first day's winners in Tropicorp for the Final Four showdown.

by **The Inevitable Syndicate** » Sun Sep 21, 2014 3:32 am

Calanian Union :: Besnian Referendum
Tags: Atlantian Oceania, Calanian Union, Luwhel-Besny, Referendum, Autonomy
Luwhel-Besny Votes 'Yes' To Calanian Union Integration
Union Government 'overjoyed' at result, looking to capture voters for next year's election

15th July 2191

by Paige Tenshees

59% Yes :: The Final Vote :: 41% No

Hasparren, Luwhel-Besny, THE CALANIAN UNION---- Yesterday, 73% of Luwhel-Besny's 750,000 people voted in a referendum that was to decide whether or not to join the Calanian Union, one of Atlantian Oceania's fastest growing nations. 18 months ago, the referendum was first posed by the then fledgling Mertian Government, who were looking for ties with sovereign nations in order to bolster their claim as successor state to the Former Inevitable Syndicate. Luwhel-Besny agreed to put the prospect of joining the three nations to a public vote by it's people, and since then two campaigns have been competing to win the hearts and minds of the Besnian people and get them to vote at the ballot box on the day.

Where is Luwhel-Besny?
Well, we don't blame you if you've
no idea what or where a Luwhel-Besny
is - it hasn't been prominently
featured in the media until the
referendum was announced.
Luwhel-Besny is a small island
located off of the north Calanian
coast, and is a former colony of
Polar Islandstates. After becoming
independent over 100 years ago, the
nation entered a period of isolation,
only emerging to trade
goods with the other nations of the
region. After the Corvidae War, the
economy on the island entered
decline, and so when the Mertians
came along offering a currency
union, while still keeping the
nation's local governmental powers,
the Besnian ministers agreed to
allow the people to vote in a
referendum asking if the nation
wanted to join the Calanian Union.
It now has a junior place in the
Union, under the title of "Mertian
Special Administrative Region", and
looks to be a testbed for the SAR
Scheme. Should it be successful,
similar schemes may be deployed in
the Southern Calanian Union, in
areas such as Occupied Fligsive.

The results came in from 12 council areas overnight, and the "Yes" side won with 323,037 votes, against the "No" side's 224,463. The 73% turnout was very impressive, showing just how much the Besnians care for local politics.

Council of Nine spokesperson of the event, Wayne Spillot, said that he was very pleased with the result, and is looking forward to working with the Besnians to build the Calanian Union. he also claimed that the currency union would be in place as early as next year, and the Besnian Lubecks would, for the time being, be legal tender in the Northern Calanian Union. He also discussed possible autonomy for similar areas in the Southern Union, claiming that much still needs to be done in the south to restore peace and unity, and that the nation will be looking to how Luwhel-Besny acts within the Union in order to decide if similar schemes could be put in place elsewhere.

Luwhel-Besny's new Premier Minister, Ulf Wyeshell, leader of the 'Yes' campaign, was overjoyed at the news. He delivered a speech outside Ensham Rock (Hasparren's Parliament Building) this morning, congratulating the Besnians on their decision to 'move forward with the Union' and 'become great together'. He also said he was looking forward to the next year, which will see further integration between the two governments and the nations people.

Seward Mann, leader of the 'No' campaign, was gracious in defeat. He claimed that the people had spoken, and that the referendum was a fair and just process that expressed the true ideals of the Besnian nation. He went on to explain that the Besnians could teach the Union a lot, and hoped that they would be accepting of the opinions and of the culture of the new Besnian Unionists, and wouldn't try to 'douse the flames that are the spirit of our proud nation'.

With the announcement of the integration of Luwhel-Besny into the Union, many things have changed overnight. Among them are:

The Union Parliament (Forum, Lower House) now has 24 new seats, bringing its total up to 532 members.
Several businesses have flocked to Luwhel-Besny, after laws lowering business tax haven't been abolished yet.
Many Besnians have announced they are moving to Mertagne, either to take part in construction work or to work in the big cities.
Two of Luwhel-Besny's football teams have applied for LigAnaia membership.
Fligsive's Premier Minister and Council of Nine member Frank Haversham has called on the Forum to vote on allowing Fligsive to become a SAR after violence erupted in the streets yesterday during the Besnian Vote.
New rules have been put into place allowing Mertian and Syndicatian ministers to vote on Besnian issues, and vice versa.

The margin of victory for the 'Yes' vote was higher than expected, at 59% to 41%. Areas where the 'No' vote was greater included Snel, Maldak, and the capital district Hasparren. Other areas leaned more towards yes, and Herrotz was the county that garnered the largest percentage of the 'yes' vote - 81% of people in the county voted to join the Union!

Elsewhere the vote was a lot closer, with Alcain's vote sitting at 52% for 'Yes'.

This is a monumental moment for both the Union and Luwhel-Besny, and a lot of change is expected within the next few years. One thing is for sure, however - the nation as a whole will be looking forward, not back, when it comes to solving any future problems.

In Other News...
> Calanian Union take on Vilita for place in Eagle's Club
> Nostromo "under severe climate change threat" - could be overrun in two years
> Construction giant calls for workers - Mertagne won't build itself
> Suspect found in Burgess murder case
> Besnian Referendum sparks debate in Magnaeus

by **Eagles Club** » Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:25 am

^{QUARTER FINALS :: DAY 2}
Eagle's Club, Eelandii, Turori

Morning
Vilita [0] The Calanian Union [2] *
Evening
Turori [2] Yttribia [1] *

With the conclusion of the festivities in Eelandii, four teams have advanced to the Eagle's Cup Semi-Finals to be held on Calania at Tropicorp Park. Additionally, the four Quarter Final winning nations; Nephara, The Holy Empire, The Calanian Union and Turori, were recognized at a ceremony at the Eagle's Club, granted 'temporary membership' for one competition cycle, stamping their invitation for the next Eagle's Cup competition.

* Scorinated by Jeckland

^{SEMI FINAL MATCHUPS}

All Games to be contested at Tropicorp Park, Tropicoast, Tropicorp, Calania

Turori [- v -] The Calanian Union
Nephara [- v -] The Holy Empire

by **Nephara** » Mon Sep 22, 2014 11:22 pm

THE BRINEMOUTH HERALD
LEGAL EAGLES EDGED OUT IN MIRROR MATCH
by Theodora Kenway

It's fair to say we had more similarities than differences with our Eagles' Cup opponents last weekend. Both sides more or less wore the same kit template, with Nephara changed into their avant-garde terracotta. Both sides played 4-4-2, with one central midfielder in a more advanced role than his holding compatriot. Both sides could call on players from a respectably powerful national league, but had the cream of the crop based abroad. One side, granted, played very aggressive football that loved to keep possession. Fortunately for us, the other side won.

It was a very tight thing, though - though Cheney Bittencourt opened the scoring in the eighth minute, getting on the end of a great Mathias pass and firing past Tyrellia goalkeeper Swales, it took just three minutes for the Legalese to equalise, Damhan scorching Ballard's palms, Oxboro collecting the rebound before centring the ball low, and Slade Brahm catching it with a solid right boot, thumping it past the unfortunate Ballard. From that point on, it was dead even, chance-for-chance. The best likely fell for Bittencourt, unmarked ten yards from goal, but an excellent save from Swales denied him. It was, in fact, a far more marginal chance that ultimately won the game. Substitute Georgia Kite rose above the defence to flick on a corner, despite a lot of physical pressure from Masters - it found its way into the net, past a wrong-footed Swales who'd been excellent up to that point. Legalese did threaten a comeback with ten minutes of regulation time still to play, but the Cormorants were now content to sit back and protect their lead, and Ballard rose to the challenge with her best performance of the tournament so far. In particular, a double save from Oxboro, who was one-on-one with her (and closing down isn't particularly one of Ballard's strengths) was a particular highlight, but denying Damhan's free kick with a reflex save, tipping it over the bar with a palm, that was far more what we've come to expect from her.

But it was a good win, and well-deserved. And it means, in the clearest class mismatch yet, that we move on to face the Holy Empire for the first time in our history.

Doubtless, the Imperial Club will be somewhat irked to face a team of such generally working-class backgrounds as the Nepharim. Diandra Ballard (daughter of two butchers) will be expected to start in goal, as will most of the usual defence, Belfast (abandoned a carpentry apprenticeship to pursue football full-time) most prominent among them. However, Amanda Clough (single father, a freelance journalist) is out through a calf strain, leaving the more attack-minded Stockinger (unknown father, prostitute mother) to bear that burden. It remains to be seen whether Mortlock (second-tier footballer at her playing peak) will stick to her traditional 4-4-2 with Harper (high-school dropout) and Leinster (used to work cash-in-hand), or a diamond which would incorporate the likes of Ulrich Alsatian (from a small farm on the Laith) instead. Despite her goal, it is unlikely that Georgia Kite (socialist activist) will make a return to the starting lineup - Mortlock has always stood by Keith Rowland up front.

Either way, it's our hardest fixture yet - but we've shown ourselves capable of taking on some of the best in football and coming out on top. Make no mistake - the Cormorants can win this tournament.

by **The Inevitable Syndicate** » Tue Sep 23, 2014 4:24 am

Going For The Covial Sweep
Bradley Birch Discusses Going Out With A Bang

So, if you haven't been living under a rock, you may have heard that this will be my final international tournament playing on behalf of The ~~Inevitable Syndicate~~ Calanian Union. In a sense, it's also my first international tournament playing for the Calanian Union, but I'm not going to let semantics ruin the history that I've built up during my many years on the team.

I've thoroughly enjoyed my time playing for the Syndicate (and yes, I'll be referring to the nation as the Syndicate. I identify as Syndicatian, and no government can tell me otherwise). I've seen it's ups. I've seen it's downs. I've been there when we delighted the multiverse and pulled off an impressive 4th place finish in '66, and I've been there when we failed to qualify for '68. Hell, I was there when were facing teams you've probably never heard of...

Anyway, enough reminiscing, let's look forward. To the semi-finals of the Eagle's Cup, which is a tournament we've spent a lot of time scraping through. In the group stage, our ascendancy wasn't finalised until the very last game was played, and then at the Eagle's Club last week, we just managed to edge out a victory against Vilita, with two very close goals, one of which I was unsure had even gone in while I was playing on the pitch.

So, we move from playing Vilita in Turori, to playing Turori in Vilita. Sort of. The game is being held at Tropicorp Park, which is located on a tract of land on the mainland (Calania, woo) owned by Vilitan company Tropicorp. Obviously, as the Turori are as integrated in Vilitan culture as much as the Mertians are integrated in Syndicatian culture (only with, you know, a lot more time to actually do things), it seems they may have the home field advantage. And the Turori side are also a very experienced side, containing names such as Etamara Kulkkiia, a midfielder who I know has given Aaron major headaches whenever Zozi faced Nostromo, and anyone who is playing for Strike FC. I'm not quaking in my boots, however, as we've got players who are just as determined as I am to lift that Eagle's Cup for the Syndicate, and cement our final place in history before the winds of change sweep us up.

People have often asked me if I'm going to take a coaching role after I retire. I quite like money, so the answer to that will be yes. As for which team would want me, I don't know, but I'll probably look at working with one of these new Mertian teams that have sprung up. It's obvious the FMF are focusing on them more than they are the Syndicatian ones (case in point: the refusal to relocate Nostromo when faced with the threat of their stadium falling apart), so I'd like to be a part of the new action. As I always have.

So, my hopes for this weeks game are that we can win, and hopefully face either Nephara or The Holy Empire in the final. If I had a choice, I'd pick Nephara, just to hopefully exact revenge for crashing us out in '68. That'd be some poetic justice that people would write about for years.

--Birch

by **Turori** » Tue Sep 23, 2014 5:50 am

EELS THROUGH TO SEMI-FINALS
TURORI 2 - 1 YTTRIBIA

EELANDII, TURORI :: After starting the Eagle's Cup with a three-game homestand, Ematea Saenu's Turori Eels embarked on a regional tour of the Multiverse, making the three big stops that one would expect in a major footballing tournament.

First, it was the return to Apox, the site of yet another Turorian failure to advance beyond the Quarter Final stage of the World Cup. Playing in Apox was becoming old hat for Saenu's Turori National Team who had also squared off against the World Cup 69 hosts during Group A competition at the World Cup Finals.

From Esportiva, Turori set sail for World Changers and another recent World Cup host nation, the Free Republics - also the home of the Eels World Cup 68 campaign. Then, Finally, it was the return to Atlantian Oceania to round out the group in the New Montreal States before finally returning home to Turori for the Quarter FInal matchups.

In the Quarter Finals, the Eels were drawn against a plucky Yttribian side who had survived a group that included defending World Champions The Holy Empire, Esporivan neighbors Felix and the darkhorse candidate West Angola.

After initial concerns that radical protestors aligned with the Cocoabo Preservation Society may force a delay - or worse - a venue change for the Eagle's Cup Quarter Final matches, Eagle's Club directors were eventually given the all clear by CPS chair Noa-isinao Wioauoi.

Turori Goalscorers::
20' Inamari Altariiz
70' Inlite Makakio

Yttribia Goalscorers::
61' Ibrox Nye-Ibbot

Turori

Best Player: Kigaoua Oalalka
Worst Player: Klaillal Tuirma
Shots on Target: 3
Corner Kicks: 6

Yttribia

Best Player: Tivadel Biro
Worst Player: Elias Melendez
Shots on Target: 2
Corner Kicks: 4

Turori and Yttribia would play the night cap after all three other Quarter Final contests had completed. In the first match, World Cup 69 Co-hosts Apox and The Holy Empire squared off in a true battle of chaps, with neither willing to let the opponent lose the match. Eventually, Penalty Kicks were required and the World Champions came out victorious to book their place in the Semi-Finals and a guaranteed spot in the next Eagles Cup competition.

In the evening match on the first day of Quarter Final action, the upstart Esportivan side Nephara stunned Calania's own Legalese who may have had one eye already focused on The Holy Empire waiting for them in Tropicorp, setting up a true Champ v. Challenger matchup between the Empire and the budding Nepharim.

Day 2 of the Quarter Finals had much Local Flavor with local favorites The Tropics of Vilita squaring off against the newly formed Calanian Union, making something of an international debut - both sides making serious claims about their rite to contest the Eagle's Cup title on 'home turf' in Tropicorp. The experienced Vilitan side struggled to get a foot hold in the contest and eventually were dumped out uncerimoniously early once again from the Eagle's Cup in a 0-2 result.

That left only the Turori v. Yttribia match to settle the final four, with the hosts for the round looking to advance to their first Semi-Final in any major tournament as a solo entrant during the modern era.

The Eel's got off to a good start with Inamari Altariiz putting Turori on the board in the 20th minute, and the score would remain until the half. Head coach Ematea Saenu stuck with the players he named in the starting 11 for the duration of the match, even as Yttribia equalized jut after the hour mark.

Saenu felt he had the best team on the field and was proven justified when Inlite Makakio scored the winner 20 minutes from time to cleanse the purple and book Turori's Ticket to Tropicorp where they will face The Calanian Union for a place in the Eagle's Cup final.

Turori Eels Lineup v. Yttribia ::
[GK] Ronji Miiastara, [D] Tarek Edgeli, [D] Oani Moralziia, [D] Inaosnaa Klanoa, [UT] Klaillal Tuirma, [ML] Etamara Kulkkiia, [MC] Aiden Varess, [MC] Inlite Makakio, [MR] Kigaoua Oalalka, [FC] Liinai Zakazaka, [FC] Inamari Altariiz
BENCH::
[FC] Matlya Eelador, [FC] Meldi'ita Mungwaii, [M] Nubara Moafalia, [M] Teliima Loinara, [UT] Dmitri Levada, [D] Majid Jedidi, [GK] Sharif Deniibo

Turori Substitutions::
NONE

by **Eagles Club** » Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:05 am

^{SEMI FINALS}
Tropicorp Park, Tropicorp, Calania

Morning
Nephara [2] The Holy Empire [1]
Evening
Turori [2] The Calanian Union [3]

The winning nations from the Semi Final contests, Nephara and The Calanian Union, will remain in Tropicorp for one more day to contest the Eagle's Cup Final. The losing nations; The Holy Empire and Turori will return to the Eagle's Club in Eelandii for the formal medals presentation, which, of course, can not be conducted until the conclusion of the 3rd Place Match, to be contested on the Eagle's Club grounds immediately prior to the presentation of medals.

^{EAGLES CUP FINAL}

To be contested at Tropicorp Park, Tropicoast, Tropicorp, Calania

Nephara [- v -] The Calanian Union

by **The Inevitable Syndicate** » Wed Sep 24, 2014 3:12 am

Sports :: Eagle's Cup V
Tags: Atlantian Oceania, Calanian Union, Nephara,Eagles
Calanian Union Enter Eagle's Final
Union Face Nephara In Final Grudge Match

1st August 2191

by Harvey Harding

Tropicorp Park, TROPICORP---- Last Saturday evening, those who still remain fans of football within the Calanian Union cried out with joy as the national team managed to make their way into the final of the Eagle's Cup after a 3-2 win against Turori at Tropicorp Park, on mainland Calania. Due to the close proximity of the game to the Southern Calanian Union, many fans turned up to watch the game. I myself had been looking forward to it, as I wanted to see how the team would face off against the 2nd team from the Cove. And boy, they did not disappoint.

Right from the get go, it seemed that the Union team was out to win this. They played a very attacking game during the first half, with quick, short passes between the midfield designed to bring the ball up towards Ronji Miiastara's goal, many of which were brought back down towards our end by the skilled defensive pairing of Edgeli and Moralziia. I think the Calanian team, specifically Cotrell and Allen, were able to spot these strong links in the chain very quickly, and switched their play style to counter them. Cotrell was feinting a lot more than he usually does, and he seemed to shock Ott on at least one occasion by passing the ball back to him when everyone assumed he'd pass it elsewhere. This seemed to work well, however, and the play was concentrated down the opposing half. This allowed one of the first goals to be scored for the Union, as Scott Fletcher put away a ball that had been sent from West's corner in the 16th minute.

It wasn't too long before the Turori side would equalise, and Kulkkiia made sure of this roughly half an hour in, storming down the pitch and giving D'Sauviterre the eyebrows before shooting the ball right into the top left corner. It was an impressive shot, one that the Turori fans were ecstatic about, but the Union side didn't seem to waver in morale, and got back up almost immediately. There weren't too many shots on target after this for the remainder of the first half, as the Union's attacks slowed a little after Hurst was carried off the pitch due to injury.

At the start of the second half, Turori showed us just why they were here, scoring a neat goal in the 51st minute from Liinai Zakazaka, who almost made it look easy. Now trailing 2-1, the Union were on the back foot, and Birch seemed visibly annoyed at this. It looked like he was very determined to win this, and began channelling his old captain ways, which seemed to overshadow Mitchell's role. Whatever the two did in the middle of the second half worked, however, and Lionel Ott found himself in the right place at the right time, scoring a stunning goal with a bicycle kick after Deniibo made the mistake of coming out of the goal a little too far.

Now equalised, the pressure was on to get another goal out before the end of the game, so that the Union wouldn't have to go to penalties. Montier claimed, in an earlier interview with the Centralis Post, that penalties were the only thing he was dreading going out of the group stage of the cup. It seems that he lacked confidence in the Calanian side to deliver in that final, critical stage of the game, and so he looked very tense as this game pulled to a close. Luckily, he didn't get to see penalties, or even extra time, as Mitchell saved the day (and probably Montier's heart) by scoring just four minutes from the end of the game. A very close end to the game, but it was just enough to send Turori back home to face The Holy Empire for the third place playoff.

The Calanian Union now play Nephara (who, if you don't know, used to be called "New Sideburn"). The Nepharans are a tricky bunch, who we last played back in World Cup 68, in a home and away series of games in the playoffs to determine who qualified. Nephara won, just, locking the then Syndicate out of the chance to compete in that cup. To be honest, I still don't think that the Calanian team has recovered. This will surely be a game of revenge, as many who played in World Cup 68 still play today, on both sides. Whether the guys in green, or the other guys in green (who will be playing in a lovely gradient of white to green in Saturday's game) will win, I can't really say at this time, but a win at the Eagle's Cup could be just what this nation needs to rekindle it's interest in the beautiful game.

by **Nephara** » Wed Sep 24, 2014 5:36 am

Franziska was trying to be kind.
Catheline Stockinger could figure that much out. And for what it was worth, the young whip seemed happy enough in the player's company. It's just that her 'ah, I mean, we may as well head out, y'know' visit was definitely not her decision to make.
But she was paying for coffee. You didn't just turn down someone who was paying for coffee.
And so they'd went to the nearest cafe, and sat and chatted. And they'd quickly found they had very little in common. Franziska was a borderline Traditionalist, Catheline staunchly Pro Dem. Franziska was Catholic, Catheline agnostic. Franziska's father was the head of the FA. Catheline's was probably a criminal.
Still, when they started talking about small things it went well enough. The weather, and such.
There'd been a long pause. "So..." said the whip, with the air of someone very reluctantly earning their pay. "Uh. How're you... getting on with the squad?"
"They're fine," said Catheline cautiously. "Why, any of 'em have a problem with me, like?"
"Nah, nothing like that, 'f course," said Franziska hastily. "Just. Uh."
"Look, ma'am, I appreciate you're trying to do your job here. But I-"
"Alright!" snapped Franziska. "Okay! Yes! Some people think you're cold and detached. But what do you expect, when you don't open up to people?"
That... Catheline hadn't expected that.
The whip waved a hand in a vague sort of way. "Look, I don't have a problem with you personally. I'm sure everyone else is the same way, but sooner or later you're going to have to talk to someone. To people. Because from the mood in the dressing room there's twenty-two close friends and one admittedly very talented stranger."
"It's not as easy as you saying it!" Catheline said defensively. "You can't just... I've... I..."
"Look, if you'd just make an effort-"
"You really think I'm not trying?!" snapped the defender, standing from her chair. Fuck, now everyone's looking at us. Christ... "Look, I... I try to talk but I just... I freeze up and I... you don't understand," she said helplessly.
Franziska... clearly wasn't sure what to do in this case. "Are... you crying, love?"
Fuck. Am I? "... It's nothing," she said, dabbing at her eyes with a cloth and discarding it irritably. She sat back down, and tried to regain her composure. "It's fine. There's nothing wrong with me."
"I never said there was."
Catheline laughed bitterly. "Anyone could tell that was what you were driving at."
"Catheline..."
"Yeah, look, it's fine. I'm fine. Thanks... for the coffee, or... whatever. But I have-"
"Damn it, Stockinger, I'm worried about you!"
There was a pause.
"Look, I just thought you were standoffish or... or something before, but... I... ah, I don't know how to put this."
"Put it as bluntly as you fucking like," growled Catheline.
"Have you ever considered seeing a psychologist?"
"... A shrink."
"Yeah."
"You want to put me on a fucking shrink."
"Just saying you should consider it. That's all."
"A fucking shrink."
Franziska nodded. There was a touch of the hysterical in Catheline's voice now.
"There's nothing... but there's nothing fucking wrong with me!"
"I never said there was," said Franziska firmly. "You struck me as someone who always wanted honesty above all else, right? In principle, at least."
Catheline nodded... somewhat in a daze. She felt short of breath, her vision wasn't quite right... "A fucking shrink," she mumbled quietly. "But there's nothing..."
"... Catheline?"
"Not going... fuck, I..."
"Ms. Stockinger!"
Her grip slipped from the table, and she collapsed.

If there was any hope that it might pass quietly, it did not survive first engagement.
It was the inquisitive Amanda Clough who'd been out on the area on crutches. She'd noticed Stockinger and Rensenbrink heading into the cafe out of the corner of her eye. But it was only when the ambulance came that she started to take notice.
She'd hobbled over as quickly as she could, but fainted when she saw Stockinger's body carted into the ambulance.
When she came to, Franziska was quick to inform her of the one fact that anyone knew for certain; Stockinger's life wasn't in danger.
So she'd texted everyone else. And so on a day that was meant to be, for the most part, their day off on a leisurely, gentlemanly tournament, the Nephara national football team and their entire retinue lay in wait nervously outside a ward.
It wasn't intensive care. Or any other ward to that sort of billing, in fact. That was small comfort.
"To think she was on the pitch against the Holy Empire sixteen hours ago," said Cheney Bittencourt bleakly. "Fantastic performance. She was fit as a prize mare. And now this..."
"What if they're wrong about what it is?" seethed Tosca Marlowe. The normally easy-going defender had already confronted several doctors over their certainty of the facts, and had made her opinions known of the lethality of undetected internal bleeding enough times that security had to lead her away.
"She'll be fine, Tosca. ... She'll live, at any rate."
"Yeah, but what-"
There was a rustling through a nearby door, as a doctor came through. Immediately, he was swooped upon by Tosca as the rest of the squad bombarded him with questions, but he tried to make an appeal for calm that, at last, was answered.
"Catheline Stockinger is conscious and in a stable condition," he said at last. "though still somewhat frail. All the signs are pointing towards an anxiety attack."
"God," muttered Franziska, "and after I talked to her-"
"Don't blame yourself," said the doctor mildly. "Sometimes it's the slightest of things that can set someone off. Though perhaps if you could divulge the nature of your conversation, if you were the last one to speak to her, Ms..." he checked some notes, presumably the paramedic's report. "Rensenbrink?"
She sighed. She wished it hadn't come to this. "I... suggested she might want to see a psychologist."
There was a pause. "A fucking shrink?" said an incredulous voice from the other side of the room, before someone hushed them.
"Well, we'll add that to our report. Either way, she's probably well enough to see visitors. But she requested one at a time. And she asked specifically for you first, Ms. Rensenbrink."
Shit. "Alright. I'll see her."

Catheline still looked pale and weak, lying propped up in the bed. For once, her crooked little smile upon seeing Franziska took on a certain fragility.
Franziska took a seat. "How are you feeling?"
"You can prob'ly guess. Sorry."
The whip blinked. "For what?"
"Ach, for... all this. All this trouble. Over me."
"Catheline, you had an anxiety attack. Right in front of me. That isn't your fault. We're all just glad you're safe."
"I don't want to be a burden."
"You're not."
"What do you mean by 'we're all'?"
"Amanda Clough saw the ambulance. She thought you were dead."
"Ah, hell..."
"Word spread from there. The entire squad is out there. The gaffer, too, and Ms. Bywater. And the whole staff."
"You don't have to be here. If you don't want to."
"They weren't forced to come here, Catheline. They're here by choice. Tosca nearly attacked a doctor trying to get to see that you were fine with her own eyes."
There was a pause. Franziska felt a rather cold, clammy grip on one of her hands. She didn't mind.
"... You were only trying to help me this whole time, weren't you. I treated you like... I thought you were..."
"It's okay."
"S- sorry."
"You don't have to be. You've been through a lot. Just remember you don't have to be alone."
Catheline smiled, almost warmly for the first time. "Yeah, 'right. I'm ... glad we spoke."
"Did you want to see anyone else? I mean... I think they all want to see you, to make sure you're alright. But I'm sure they'd understand if you wanted to be left alone, too," she added hurriedly.
"... They can come in. But only a couple at a time."
Franziska nodded. "Sure. I'll send in a couple."
"And... come back. With them. And ... ahh, don't worry about it. Sounds... prob'ly sounds ridiculous."
"No, it's fine. I'm not going to judge you."
"Ach, I..." Stockinger almost sheepishly scratched the back of her neck with her free, right hand. "I'd... like you to keep holding my hand under the sheets. Just... I felt secure. For the first time in... well, in just about forever."
Franziska smiled, and nodded.

A few days passed.
"Right, so we're all aware of the basic plan, right? Nothing's changed since our last training session," said Auburn in a firm, authoritative voice. It was undercut somewhat by the fact she was desperately trying to keep balance standing on a bus that wasn't exactly cutting-edge in suspension. While, of course, looking at her everpresent clipboard.
"Sure thing, guv," said Keith Rowland cheerfully.
"Right. So we've done our scouting-"
"So've you asked your Calanian girlfriend about her team, yeah?" asked the captain, Cathy Harper, with a straight face.
Auburn groaned inwardly. She could sense a trap. There was always a trap whenever Kit Bressler came up. They'd met at a World Cup draw, things had escalated, and now she had to put up with the dressing room comedians. All bloody twenty-three of them. "It's come up in passing. Anyway, she still identifies as a Syndica-"
"Before tellin' her to get her Kit off, I mean," said Harper, breaking into a broad grin.
A lot more people laughed, Auburn reflected, than the joke really deserved. "Yes," she said icily. "Congratulations, you're only the seventeenth person to make that weak pun this year. Now, uh-"
"If we lose this match, are you going to break up with her?" asked an all-too-chipper Kylie Penrith.
"I wasn't planning on-"
"I dunno, just like it might be a good opportunity to make a clean Bresst of it."
Again. Too much laughter.
"Yeah. Sure. Now aside from you trying to break me and my long-term partner up-"
"Oh don't get us wrong, guv," said Rachael Kellen defensively, "I'm all for Bres-bian relationships, but-"
"That is quite enough weak puns, thank you," said Auburn, with gritted teeth. "Now. The lineup. As you'd expect, Diandra's in goal. Kellen's at rightback, and..." She glanced, concerned, up from her clipboard. "You sure you'll be okay to start, Stocki?"
She felt almost sick, for a second. Just like in the cafe, all eyes were suddenly on her...
... but the context was important. To a person, they were concerned at worse, supportive at best. Harper, the effervescent captain, was nodding subtly but encouragingly at her from across the seat. And Franziska, beside her, subtly squeezed her hand. They'd been all-but-inseperable since that day...
She swallowed hard. She didn't have to fight alone anymore. "Yeah, guv'nor. I'm ready for this."

by **Eagles Club** » Thu Sep 25, 2014 1:47 pm

Eagles Cup Final
Tropicorp Park, Tropicorp

The Calanian Union [1] Nephara [2]

As the curtains came down in Tropicorp, the festivities were still far from over. While the trophy was presented to the winners on the night, The medal ceremony still followed the next day back at the Eagle's Club in Eelandii. As a warmup to the medal ceremony, the Third Place Playoff was contested in a most gentlemanly way between the home side Turori and the World Champions The Holy Empire. With representatives from the Golden Eagle nation and the Silver Eagle nation on hand, it would take penalty kicks before the podium was finalized and the Bronze Eagle placement was earned.

Eagles Cup 3rd Place Playoff
The Eagle's Club, Eelandii, Turori

The Holy Empire [2] Turori [2]; [2-2] AET :: (3-4) on penalty kicks*

^{EAGLES CUP V - MEDALS}

Nephara

The Calanian Union

Turori

With Eagle's Cup V in the books, a most excellent competition was resurrected and a new champion crowned. As a permanent member of The Eagle's Club, the nation of Nephara now had the authority to construct their own 'Eagles Club' campus and attached sporting facility within their nation, the completion of which would allow the Nepharim to stage future Eagle's Club contests out of their own Eagles Club facilities.

With the Eagle's Club membership now at 5, Eauz, Kingsford, Turori, Bedistan and Nephara were all guaranteed an invitation to any Eagle's Cup competition for the foreseeable future.

Additionally, by virtue of their performances during Eagle's Cup V, The Calanian Union and The Holy Empire also secured their own invitation to an Eagle's Cup VI competition, whenever it may be contested.

by **Nephara** » Tue Sep 30, 2014 5:59 am

Catheline Harper had always wondered what it would feel like to lift a trophy.
She'd been there when Cathy Stokes had lifted the trophy in Campionato Esportiva 8 - Portia Thrift was technically the captain, but hadn't played that match where Kieron Riordan established himself as a penalty-saving hero. She'd seen Cathy go on to lift it again four years later, and then three years after that, and just a couple months ago, it had been the 61st Cup of Harmony.
Nephara had played six finals in all and never been beaten. Not against Nenets Autonomous Okrug in Gordonopia. Not against Uitbregen in Aiz and Dorne, nor Ko-oren in the Equestrian States. They'd beaten the Islands in Dwile's Royal Stadium, and in Kaltstadt's Nordbergen Arena. And Gregoryisgodistan, with an air of inevitability, had fallen in Swangard. So they'd always, without fail, gone in with that extra bit of confidence that precedent could give them. And all Harper had dreamt of was the feeling of that trophy's weight in her hands, as the cameras snapped and flashed and flickered from all angles.
But recent events were lingering in her mind.
The Turorian referee had finally produced his coin.
"Heads," said Luke Mitchell firmly.
Harper shrugged. "Sure, tails." She glanced as inconspicuously as she could over her shoulder, back at the curious little leftback, Stockinger, who shared her first name and almost none of her personality. She'd noticed before Stockinger had always taken some time aside to herself, seemingly just clearing her mind. She was hardly alone in doing that, but it had seemed a strange habit all the same. But looking at the lithe young defender, the wind sweeping across her with her terracotta shirt billowing wildly...
"Bah! I had a good feeling about that one," grunted Luke Mitchell loudly enough to shake Harper out of her reverie. She glanced over at the coin - and it'd been tails.
Right. Enough introspection. She had a job to do.

It hadn't been a classic. It never was, with the Nepharim involved - they'd always given a good challenge, and the purists had never liked it.
But there were plenty of chances for both teams. The match was full of energy, both sides had their chances... but in the first half at least, none could hit the target. And much of this was due to the form of Diandra Ballard in one net and d'Sauviterre in the other. Both were locally-based, and didn't carry the prestige of many of their compatriots - and hell, Ballard wasn't even truly the number 1. But both proved more than ready to stand up to the task when called upon. The Crisisbless stopper defied Mitchell well three times, while neither Cathar nor Rowland could best d'Sauviterre at close range.
It was dead even, the match on a knife-edge. And that, for Jess Mortlock's exacting standards, was not enough.
"If they took their chances," she shouted in the interval, "we'd be dead and buried. It's only on account of Diandra, and their complacency, that we're still in this match. Shape up at the back, keep tight and compact, and take everything you can get!"

Catheline Stockinger had had a quiet first half.
It hadn't escaped the notice of practically any set of commentators - and the press was already licking their lips at the prospect of 'should she have played' headlines. It wasn't as though she'd done poorly, and Aaron Allen had largely been kept quiet. There just wasn't much ... ambition.
That ended in the second half.
It was ultimately Cathar who scored first. He'd been a true colossus for his country in some years, a scapegoat in others, and Bittencourt had started the majority of the Cup. But he was, nonetheless, a deadly striker when in form. And his chance came when Gareth Crowley drew Allen off the wing before releasing Stockinger, the left-back given practically an open way to the corner flag which she took with her customary lightning pace. The cross was a good one - but David Tavel felt he had it. He didn't expect the ferocious pace and strength the East Franz striker could produce, rushing in a burst of speed before leaping to head into the top-left corner.
It had been the first match Stockinger and Cathar had played along one another - but the two celebrated like long-lost siblings at the corner flag. Catheline Harper, late to the party jogging in from the right wing, felt sure she saw Stockinger openly, and sincerely, smiling...

Their party was cut short.
The Calanians had no intention of going down without a fight, and a series of ferocious attacks commenced. Rhys West should've done better from a low Birch cross, but his slightly scuffed shot still took Ballard off by surprise, the stopper at full stretch to tip it away. And West headed against the crossbar from the resulting corner. But it was his strike partner, twelve years his senior, who would strike first - as he'd done so often before. He'd taken possession from a short Fletcher pass, then ran at Marlowe. Perhaps taken aback, the Treason centreback was flat-footed from the beginning, and Mitchell sent her the wrong way with a neat feint before flicking the ball the other side of her, and firing low and hard. This time, Ballard couldn't save the Cormorants.

That had been in the fifty-eighth minute - and the game had been tight and tense since then, neither side wanting to concede, both staying as compact as possible. It would take something special to break through, but for now both sides were keeping conservatively to their strengths - Cormorants crossing through the wings, Calanians pressing down the centre of midfield, and neither approach actually working. Both defences were simply holding too strong.
Until the eightieth minute.
It had begun innocuously enough. Fox, on as a substitute for an exhausted Rhys West, fired a shot on target from just outside the box. It was fast and clean, but straight at Ballard, who collected it easily. After some pause for thought, she hoofed it up the left flank, and another substitute in Jess Leinster managed to get to it narrowly ahead of Allen. But her first touch was poor, she had to race Allen for it, and while she did win the footrace she was forced under pressure to keep running, keep hoping her fresh legs would win out. She was almost to the byline by the time she turned aside and cut the ball across to Stockinger, who had started, unnoticed by anyone, what now looked like an exceptionally dangerous diagonal run.
She'd beaten Allen by virtue of the pass. She slipped past Tavel, Morgan hesitated...
She let fly.

It had all seemed a blur after that, for Stockinger.
The Calanians had attacked desperately for ten more minutes, but risked further Nepharim goals more than once. And despite four minutes of injury time, they'd just run out of steam by that point, and when Fox skied it in frustration from thirty yards...
That was the game. And a tournament that had begun with the end of a ten-year unbeaten record at home, been interspersed with a 4-1 defeat to Vilita, being drawn against the World Champions, more conflict between Bittencourt and Cathar in the dressing room, Mortlock's self-doubt, Clough's injury, Stockinger herself being hospitalised...
It hadn't seemed possible until they'd made it possible.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Stockinger became aware she'd never won anything before in her career. Not for Parrhesia, nor Crisisbless, nor - as of yet - an ambitious FC Brimstone. And she'd not been taken for the Cup of Harmony, after all - she was third-choice before Stokes' retirement and Clough's injury.
The Calanians, for all their desire to get one over on their recent rivals, had been gracious in defeat, and Stockinger now carried Fletcher's shirt over one shoulder as she walked, almost in a daze, up to the podium where an Eagle's Club official slung a medal around her neck. And as she walked over to the rest, she was expecting to take a place somewhere on the edge of the camera's frame, lurking away from the spotlight. She wasn't expecting to be shuffled forcibly onto Catheline Harper's right shoulder.
Ah, hell...
But no, it felt right to be there - wearing a tight long-sleeved terracotta undershirt, a shirt in Calanian green draped over one shoulder, and she faintly felt a small cut just below her right eye. She stood alongside the rest of the Cormorants as they clustered around Harper in the centre, and as the powerful Treason winger grasped the trophy by both hands and held it aloft to the click and flash of cameras at every angle, Stockinger knew she was more than just one among equals, players fighting for contracts drawn together by a love of money and the game. All twenty-three of them were here for Nephara, and for Nepharim glory.
This... was a family.

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