The 1st NationStates Scout Jamboree (IC Closed)

[Demphor]

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[Former Wellboneland]

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[Hobbiest Republic]

" Alright, it's a short hike into camp from where we're parked, Does everyone know their buddies?" Senior Patrol Leader Mana Marilquist asked.

" Sis, why do we have to do this? We've all gotten some legion training, and those of us who weren't originally in the legion were taught stuff by our older siblings." Lain Marilquist of the Eagle's Patrol whined.

" We need to get in the habit, that's why. We're not soldiers anymore, we're supposed to behave like... 'normal' children. Now hop to it! We hike into camp where a counselor will direct us to our campsite." SPL Mana ordered them.

The Hobbiest 34th and 19th Troop and Urthalrssian 10th Troop hiked into camp past the gates. The dark and heavy cloaks and packs of the Hobbiests contrasted with the light canvas of the Urthalrssian scouts in their billowing beige canvas cloaks. For every 5 Hobbiest scouts there was a hatchet for chopping wood and most had their own pocket knives. As for the Urthalrssian's their knives were longer and more elongated.

[Crystal Spires]

The Capital City of Caltris
The Beastling States of Crystal Spires
4:30AM 22nd Day of FlowerMarch

The Spirean Scouts were groggy, tired, and sleepy but it would take a while before they arrived in Demphor and they did not want to be late. Beren Glavenhalm was leading troop #495 and troop #354, as his friend and companion Tatiel Siriene was leading troop #137 and troop #241. They awaited for Gorin Glanain who was going to bring Troop #036 and Troop #105. They were bringing knapsacks which were stuffed with supplies, ready for the trip.

"Ooooi! Beren you fat sod! Long time no see!" The jolly brown bearded dwarf with bifocals shouted as he led the troop along with him. "So has Maven arrived yet? I hear Yalij was going to bring troop #357 along, and this means Maven... he might come with us." Gorin said with an uneasy expression.

"Oh, Maven Auryn? This is great! I'm not used to seeing him in informal settings. I know his son's a ranger and an Uncorruptible. He's a good man, Yalij Dontoth." Tatiel said with a bright smile, her long blonde hair was tied into a bun as her sharp elven ears pointed up in excitement. "So this Demphor place, it's a foreign Calm Lands? This should be like a vacation!"

The scout leaders laughed to themselves adjusting their brown gauntlets as Gorin's guffaws could be heard from afar, while a young lad with pointed dog ears and cool blue eyes approached the group of groggy scouts while a white winged man approached singing boisterously as the others were shaken out of their stupor.

"And far beyond the lands of yore,
I used to dream of so much more,
A pretty lass smile demure.
A maiden's heart so fair and pure.

A whistling of the eastern winds,
One's open heart with love within,
Our lonely nights blasted away,
beneath the star's lovely blessed array!"

Heey diddle dee diddle high diddle hum,
Until the morning with golden sun comes!

The Storkii sang cheerfully as his aquamarine eyes glimmered with happiness, his tired son laughing as his fluffy black puppy ears perked up.

"You're in a good mood, Papa." Yalij said with a playful smile as his tail waggled

"Why what fun could one have if one is not having a joyous occasion from the day's beginning, I say?" Maven smirked as he raised his monocle. "I do enjoy the dawn's sun, m'boy. Cannot say I will enjoy seeing it from a blasted airplane though. I do hate tight spaces, but at least I should try and enjoy, it no?"

"Maven, you old dog, you look like crap!" Beren said as he bear hugged the storkii with a cheerful look as they laughed together.

"Been a while, my boy. A long while! Foreigners have me going back and forth to partake of their glorious cultures, and who am I to refuse the call?" Maven said with a laugh.

"As if you need to." Tatiel said with a smile at the winged birdman, "You look better than last time and no worse for wear. Perhaps maybe you should stop going everywhere and take a vacation once in a while."

"Egads, you sound like my girlfriend! Elle will tan my hide should she know once again I'm going to another foreign event with those that essentially want to kill me and my people, but who am I to refuse an event with the Rangers? Never, I say!" Maven muttered with a proud look. Then he vocalized again with a cheerful look.

"Heey diddle dee diddle high diddle hum,
Until the morning with golden sun comes!"

They loaded up their luggage and devices as they prepared for their journey to Demphor as the children slept most of the way.

The Great Demphorian Plain
The 3rd Royal Republic of Demphor
5:45 AM 22nd Day of FlowerMarch

The Spirean Scouts had managed to get their knapsacks as they headed toward the site with a now light-hearted expressions. The scout leaders were animated leading a chant as they headed toward the Jamboree side chatting with one another while the Spirean Head of State clapped his hands along. The beautiful grasslands of Demphor were exactly as the Spirean Rangers imagined it. They were calm lands without so much as a rabbit causing any sort of ruckus. This pleased the Spireans as it meant no insane monsters to worry about, which meant this would be a breezy event provided that the international tensions didn't bring any harm to the children. This also didn't seem to worry them as they now had an Archmagi in their numbers, which meant that they were incredibly well defended.

"Onward to the campgrounds! We've got to possibly help the Demphorians but we've arrived rather early it seems." Beren said with an embarrassed look.

"Much better! 'Tis our luck that we shall be able to witness the glorious sun rising over the Demphorian plains, no?" Maven seemed to enjoy this prospect and was rather cheerful about it as the grassy dew was leaving a sparkly sheen on the area.

"Papa, we have to consider other in this manner, but at least we'll be able to get our booths ready for the arts and crafts and cooking activities. Are ye doing the cooking Gorin?" Yalij said with an embarrassed look as he scratched his ears.

"Aye, as if I'd let anyone touch my cooking tools! Especially an elf!" He said with a playful look at Tatiel.

"Oi, I can cook better than you can if I could be bothered." She retorted while adjusting her beret.

"Not a chance!" He said while looking ahead. "Aaah company! Who goes there?" Gorin called ahead.

[Hobbiest Republic]

" Troop 34 of the Hobbiest Republican Empire, and you?" Mana said, yawning as she approached the Spireans with her troop directly behind her. Mana's rounded ears and slender build marked her as distinctively human. Her flag bearers came up behind her to each of her sides. The scouts were pulling carts loaded down with the rifles and shotguns for setting up the ranges as well as ammunition for said areas. They also had a couple carts for camp gear that the regular scouts couldn't carry individually.

The SPL's of the other troops came to the front of the small column to see what the hold up was. The one in charge of Troop 19 was a Green Twilek male, and the Urthalrssian was completely cloaked and covered, with only a couple white strands of hair poking out from around his or her mask and hood.

[Demphor]

"Hey look at that," said the SPL's

The Demphorians looked at the Hobbits marching to their camp. The group looked on impressed.

"Alright, we'll need to make friends with those guys." said the SPL, meeting ajourned, lets get the tent up.

The Demphorians began setting up their tents and raised a flagpole with the troop flag fluttering in the small breeze that went through the camp. A campfire was set up and someone started playing some bagpipes.

"Who goes there?"

The SPL turned to find a Spirean Scout Troop, the SPL smiled and waved,

"Ello!" said the SPL, "How you doin?"

[Crystal Spires]

"Joy and salutations! I'm High Chancellor Maven Auryn from the Beastling States of Crystal Spires! We have the Spirean Rangers Troop #036, #105, #137, #241, #357 and #495! We've brought the whole of the Cavalry, so to speak!" The cheerful birdman said with a warm look. "We're here to help the Demphorians if we can, so we came a little early, didn't know how far off it would be from our homelands in Mystria so we over-guesstimated! but I suppose we could have been late, perish the thought!" The birdman gave a cheerful bow to the Demphorians and gestured to them to approach.

"Come along and we can begin to setup!" Beren said with a smile. "It is better to have more hands on deck, we can make a lot more of an impact sharing the workload. You all need a hand? We can offer a few."Some of the Spires Rangers offered to carry some of the load, as they carried their own knapsacks and had their own gauntlets and had a rifle tied to their back.

The way to the Plains were open and clear, some of the scouts were rushing quickly to carry their gear in and established their campgrounds as they sang fun songs that were obscene and amusing as they set up the tents.

"Need a hand there, Comrade?" Tatiel asked the Hobbiests as she finished putting up the massive waterproof tents.

[Luziyca]

The Great Demphorian Plain
9:15 am, May 22, AD 2012, AM 9512

After a long flight to Demphor, the Luziycan Boy Scouts, consisting of Troop #1, from the inner city of Bethlehem, Troop #5, from the inner city of Jerusalem, the capital of Upper and Lower Inelda, Troop #489, from Gijirokastra, and Troop #973, from the suburbs of the capital of Arazei, Yazhorno (Arazei: ያዦርኖ), which only in 1997 became the official capital of Arazei.

Marching in by order of Troop, 1 first, and 973 last, leading them were three people, a pony, Coffee, President of the Christian Republic of Luziyca, the ex-President and current Vice-President, the son of a President (Breuvi Shjoraski) that is still awaiting trial for crimes against humanity in the 2012 Democratic Revolution that killed opponents of the Luziycan regime, which was Sobeck Shjoraski. The third person, was Laird Smith, President of the Boy Scouts of Luziyca.

In unison, they all paraded, to their designated spots, to which they began setting up tents. When built, they were all standard Luziycan Boy Scouts tents, big enough for 6 people (5 to sleep at), with two rooms, for three people each. They then gathered at a "Square" that the Luziycans designate for the stay as the meeting ground of the Luziycan Delegation.

By that point, Sobeck Shjoraski then said, "It is a proud honor to be in Demphor, a free and democratic nation. However, be aware, if you spot any Spirean or Sunchonese child, you MUST terminate that person with prejudice for they are a threat to the ways of freedom, liberty, democracy and violate human rights. These Stalinist pests, the Spirean murderers and Sunchonese quislings, they MUST be put to death. God damns them and we shall punish them. A dead commie is better than a living commie!"

"AYE!" came the response of all the boys in the Boy Scouts, and then swore the pledge.

"I, (name here), of Troop No. (insert number here), commit to serve under the almighty God, within the Luziycan Boy Scouts. I shall promise to defend the virtues of liberty, freedom and democracy, and to help destroy the communist threat. God help our Scouts. Amen."

Thus, they then marched on over to the area where all the scouts would meet, and sat down, all in unison. The Luziycan flags were ordered to be flown from the audience and now began to appear on the audience. The goal was to spread Luziycan influence and to show off their power, that no communist shall strike the Boy Scouts of Luziyca down.