Meridian Crisis (IC, SC Only)

by **Nouvel Acadie** » Sat Dec 08, 2018 10:13 am

For many years, the continent of Meridia was the home of several long-standing stable nations, including Cervidas & Ibex, Synkomdi, and the Vermandoisien colony of New Nordgard. In time, all three of these nations collapsed, leading to various states of anarchy and localized militias.

Soon therafter, the continent was settled and organized by other nations, including Auruum and Nouvel Acadie. Some have seen this action as bringing order, stability, and new investment in business and infrastructure, while others have seen this as merely colonization for resource extraction. Conflicts with Skjoldur-backed militants, and the arrival of Roman troops on the continent's northern reaches, added to tensions.

Now, the remnants of the nation of Cervidas & Ibex have regrouped, and have claimed some of its former territories, currently administered by Auruum and Nouvel Acadie. Borders and spheres of influence are in play...

The current crisis is precipitated by the unilateral declaration of territorial claim by Cervidas & Ibex, found here:

https://www.nationstates.net/nation=cer ... id=1131722

For clarity, the Cervidian and Acadien equivalencies of cities and islands are as follows:

Gryphus - Grand-Ile
Barren - Passerelle
Cervus dei Lignum - Rennes-des-Bois

Response from Nocturnalis:
"In a terse diplomatic statement, the Commissariat of Foreign Affairs has announced the Noctish State's recognition of Cervidas' claims to Auruumite territory, citing the "unchecked, rapid, and aggressive" expansion of the goblin state as "something for the international community to deal with, perhaps harshly." It is the duty of all civilized states to punish the reckless abandon of the barbarian hordes, lest the light of civilization be snuffed out by the darkness of savagery. The Commissariat of Foreign Affairs has thus far remained silent on the current Cervidas-Acadian affair."

Emergency Broadcast from Auruum:
We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you a message from the Trade-King.

Swyndol appears on screen, standing at a podium and in front of the flag of Aurum.

“Loyal Citizens of Aurum. It is my duty to inform you all that we have once again been threatened. It would seem that the formerly chaotic and lawless territories of the commonwealth have re-organized and reestablish themselves. As you may know, the colonial territory of Gadgetzan occupies what was once territory that belonged to the former commonwealth. Our northern neighbors, the Acadians, also occupy territory that belonged to the commonwealth. Due to the lack of any true government or laws, The territories that once made up the Commonwealth have been thrown into a state of constant chaos and anarchy. Because the Commonwealth was too busy picking up the pieces to begin resembling any form of government or organization their claims to the territory were null and void. Thus our claims and the clams of the Acadians our legal. Any and all lands that were once the commonwealths are now ours. Yet the Commonwealth claims that their former territories are still theirs and that we are the invaders.”

The Trade-King leans forward some with a smile.

“The Acadians, who the commonwealth have had an otherwise prosperous history with, were given more peaceful options to either be deported or to change their citizenship.”

Swyndol’s smile fades.

“‘And what do they offer us?’ You might ask. Ours is a simple choice: Either fuck off or die.”

Swyndol grins again.

“One city that we occupy in our territory is the city of Roe. A city they claim we stole from them, a city that they claim we cut off and trapped their brothers and sisters who could not escape. A city they now want back.”

His grin widens.

“Let me be very clear. We did not steal this city. We found it. We saved it. We made it prosper. When we found it it was in a state of constant Anarchy. We brought order to it. And now, like whining children who abandoned their toys and are upset that we picked them up, they are now threatening us to leave the city, as well as large swaths of territory around it, or they will attack.”

The goblin leans closer towards the camera and gains a proud and predatory grin.

“So here is my counter offer to the Commonwealth: if you are done pretending to be children, then we are happy to talk as proper and civilized adults. All we ask is that you leave OUR territories and leave OUR city. Any and all military action against us is to be given a cease and desist order. Once this is done, we can meet and discuss. But if so much as one bullet is fired by a commonwealth soldier or if this counter offer is refused, then we will take. And take. And take.”

The Grin remained as Swyndol stood straight once more.

“If it’s war and violence that you want, we are more than happy to oblige. And I promise you, you will know a wicked beast from Aurum.”

We now return to your regularly scheduled program.

Response from the Acadien News Service:

Acadien News Service

Gaspé, Nouvel Acadie

The Royal Palace issued a terse statement today concerning developments in Meridia:

"The Royaume of Nouvel Acadie denounces the continued efforts by organized terrorist groups in Meridia to destabilize now-prosperous regions on the continent.

After the collapse of order and the onset of economic depression, the Royaume of Nouvel Acadie and the Protected Plutocracy of Auruum swiftly acted to bring peace, stability, and prosperity to portions of Meridia, establishing infrastructure, industry, and resource production.

A series of events, including the chaotic disruption of Skjoldur, the provocative settlement by Rome, and now, the resurgence of militarized factions operating under the cover of the name of Cervidas & Ibex, have threatened to undo the progress.

The Royaume demands that these rebels immediately end their illegitimate blockade of Grand-Île, and completely withdraw from Auruumite territory. The Royaume further commits to engage in military action to dislodge these rebels, and reaffirms our alliance with our Auruumite neighbors. There will be no tolerance for this breach of territorial sovereignty"

by **Harren Island** » Sat Dec 15, 2018 1:24 am

Under Balthazar the Harrenian Navy was organised into a single, Grand Fleet, it was inefficient and ineffective with no doctrinal strategy beyond buying the largest guns the Hegemony could afford. Under Gautima, the Navy has been entirely overhauled and reorganised into six separate fleets; the legacy ‘Great Horned’ fleet tasked with defending the Harrenian Homeland and five swarm fleets, ‘Snowy’, ‘Screech’, ‘Tawny’, ‘Barred’ and ‘Spotted’, designed to be the offensive arm of the Hegemony Navy.

Newly appointed Admiral Alexandros Inoue had been put in charge of ‘Snowy’, the first swarm fleet to be fully equipped, comprising of eighty Mk.2 and ten Mk.3 Glozing class fast attack craft. Like the majority of the Hegemony’s new naval assets, Alexandros and ‘Snowy’ were stationed at Paros, one of the two new naval bases established under Gautima’s direction. He had been taking ‘Snowy’ through an exercise, simulating an attack on a duo of modern frigates, when he received new orders from the Premier.

Fig. 'Snowy' Glozings on their night exercise under Alexandros.

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Snowy to support Cervidas and Ibex Commonwealths in Meridia.
Coordinate with C&I and rendezvous with their assets.
Follow C&I direction but do not engage Roman allies. Aurum are preferable targets.
Evaluate fleet and vessel performance. Production paused until your review.
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Alexandros recalled the fleet and gave them one day’s leave. It wouldn’t be enough time to return home to Harren but a little rest and relaxation before heading out wouldn't go amiss and it would give him time to make his plans. In the meantime, he ordered the maintenance crews to refuel the ships and give them all a once over in preparation.

He identified three possible routes the fleet could take to Meridia and decided on the one he believed safest; circling around the north of Archon, following the coastline down to the east and then making the jump across to the northern tip of Meridia. By his estimates he determined that the fleet would need to refuel about seven times, using up just over two thousand and two hundred tons of fuel. He marvelled at that, the fuel economy of the Glozing classes meant that a single small tanker would be able to supply the entire fleet for this long voyage. However, ammunition resupply would be problematic, especially if the conflict over there went hot and the shipping lanes ended up contested. He put in a request to the Admiralty for a single transport vessel capable of making the journey, with the intention to fill it with ammunition for the fleet. Then, once his plans were complete, he sent a message to the C&I SDF to confirm the details with them.

by **Asgareth** » Mon Dec 17, 2018 5:11 pm

ASGARTHIAN GOVERNMENT STATEMENT OF INTENT

Several years ago, Asgareth emerged from its isolation as a direct result of a brewing conflict in Meridia. Largely thanks to the efforts of our brave men, the conflict did not surface in any great strength. Since then, Asgareth has maintained its position as the peace-keeper, and justice bringer of the world. Asgareth has always been the only nation to face evil for pure altruistic values. It is thanks to our efforts that the world is as peaceful as ever. Conflicts in Archon and Strei-Ar have been limited, as a direct result of Asgarthian intervention, whilst Epilo is securer for the mere presence of Asgarthian forces.

It is with much sadness, that we have learnt that our efforts to maintain peace in Meridia have become unravelled, as a direct result of the actions of the nation whose culture we preserved. Asgareth does not accept these new territorial claims of Cervidas and Ibex. It is our belief that the Acadians and Auruumites have the sole right to the disputed territories. The actions of Cervidas and Ibex must be inferred as an act of war, one which threatens the security that Asgareth fought so hard to secure.

In response to these claims, the Asgarthian fleets and forces in Epilo are prepared to assist Acadian and Auruumite efforts in Meridia, against the aggressor state, should either request aid. Our relations with the Acadians have always been strong, stemming back to our assistance during the initial Meridian conflict, and with improved relations with the Auruumite authorities, following the liberation of Harren Island, Asgareth feels best placed to make a serious stand against the Cervidas occupation, whilst also calling out their inhumane torture of goblins and Acadians. Simultaneously, Asgareth is also prepared to defend its ally, Romae in Perpetuum, should its Meridian territory become threatened. It is, however, the hope of this government that Prime Minister Liliana orders the immediate retreat of all Cervidas forces from foreign territory. Failure to do so, will be regarded as an intention to violate international borders, requiring action on the part of Asgarthian forces.

by **Cervidas and Ibex** » Thu Dec 20, 2018 1:50 pm

https://imgur.com/a/A2n5Odh

Ibex City, inside the Defense Force Central HQ (DFCHQ).

Prime Minister Liliana is sitting at the head of a large table. On either side of the table Generals, Advisers, and Analysts debate and relay information about the current operation. The room is surrounded by various monitors and maps with up-to-date information. some display the entire Meridian continent, while others display more localized events such as the Quarantine of Gryphus, the movement of troop to secure the western border, and others ship positions.

The PM was studying a report in her hand while listening to the various conversations going on around her. Finally she put the report down on the table before standing up to address the room. She spoke with a commanding voice and as she did the room fell silent. "Where are at people? I want a summary of our current status in all areas of operation. Admiral Blizzard are your ships in position?"

A dark skinned man with glasses to the PM's immediate right spoke up in response. "We've fully establish a quarantine zone around Gryphus. Only ships originating from our ports are being allowed in or out of the area. We've prepared a number of ferries and other transport ship to begin assisting any Acadie citizens wishing to leave. Our marines on the island have already secured most forms of resistance. There are a lot of unhappy people on the island, but so far no ones started shooting yet. The local Acadie military garrison surrendered pretty quickly when they woke up to out fleet in their city, though they did scuttle most of their ships before we could secure them. Nothing major lost though, they managed to scuttle two destroyers, a handful of small patrol boats, a missile boat and a mobile dry dock. Most of their other ships were away from the island on training exercises, which is exactly where we wanted them. We did manage to capture one ship, a destroyer escort that was attempting to leave port when everything went down. The major disappointment was that the garrison was able to destroy almost all sensitive data we potentially could have gotten. Still the takeaway here is that the island is now under our control."

The PM nods "And what of our other sea operations?"

"We have ships of the 2nd and 7th fleets en route to establish a containment zone around Aurummite colony's Eastern shore. This will greatly disrupt their ability to coordinate with their home territory as any ships trying to get supplies or troops will have to go the long way around the continent. This will hopefully delay or deter any potential counter move on their part. There is a problem though, for this to work we have to have a large number ships secure a massive stretch of sea and we currently do not have as many ships as I originally hoped. We still have a significant portion of ships in port under repairs. Committing any more fully operational ships than we already have would leave our local defense force dangerously thin. luckily it looks like we may not have to." the Admiral points in the direction of another individual who nods in response. "Thanks to the efforts of Ambassador Lucian and his team, Harren Island has pledged to help us in the form of a number ships that are already on the way. With your permission, I'd like to have them fill the holes in our quarantine operation. Is that acceptable Ma'am?"

"It is admiral, thank you. I am authorizing you to coordinate with their forces on this matter. But I want you to focus your attention on Aurum. Leave the Nouvel Acadie operations to Admiral Halliburton for now. I do not want you splitting your attention on this."

In the opening hours of the morning Tanks, Artillery, and APTs move into the areas around the outskirts of roe. Simultaneously Amphibious forces land on the northern shores of Aurumite occupied territory. Local civil authorities are largely abandoned by their government in these first encounters and forced to unconditionally surrender. These non-human populace are forced to gather whatever belongings they can take with them and forcibly removed from their former residence. These now displaced peoples are then forced to head west, outside of the contested zone. Commonwealth troop force these refugees to either leave in their own vehicles or be forced into cramped and crowded buses or trucks. This creates a massive caravan of people travelling along the contested zone. The LSDF forces them to travel along the northern edge of the zone, parallel to the Nouvel Acadie controlled territory. If the Acadie military wishes to make a ground incursion into the zone, they will have to put Auruum's citizens and great risk.

Meanwhile, the bulk of the LSDF force surrounds the city or Roe on three sides; taking up position to the North, East, and South. They then halt just outside the city and take up their positions, intentionally leaving the west open to allow those wishing to leave to do so unchallenged. Tanks halt at the Vanguard, with the artillery positioned behind. The skies are filled with Commonwealth fighter and interceptor squadrons. Up to this point, none of the tanks, planes, or artillery had yet open fire on city. The Commonwealth did not consider this action to be an invasion and so needed this forced relocation to go as peacefully as possible. To that end large megaphones are set up outside the city, the radio stations outside the city are reappropriated for CDF broadcasts, and huge amounts of pamphlets are air dropped into the city. They relay one message: All non-humans are to leave the City of Roe In three days or be forcibly removed. The messages do not specify how. Finally the LSDF began cut off all outside utilities to the city including electricity, internet, and water.

Lake Nantucket, outside of Ibex City

In the cover of night, two massive objects dive beneath the water and begins their journey through the Fjords each heading in a different direction. One heads North, out to Eternities Crossing before heading west to Gryphus. The other exits the fjords in the middle of the the White Pass and heads south to the point where the two halves of Meridia are closest. This location known simply to the locals as the convergence, is where it waits in silence.

(WIP)

send message to Nouvel
special operations
send message to Aurum

by **Friendly Island** » Fri Dec 21, 2018 12:00 pm

The static of thousands of voices breaks the silence after Swyndol's "come at me" speech, rupturing a crackle across his screens and speakers, the same negative face occupies the screens and seems to be looking right towards him.
"Swyndol of Aurum. We are Journey. Let us work together and find the peaceful destruction of our shared enemy, the Asgarethi."

Swyndol perked a brow as his console spoke to him, he’d seen the earlier broadcast by this ‘Journey’ entity. He didn’t speak and instead clicked a button on his desk. The mechanical shutters closed all of his windows and the door to his office locked itself. Making this a private conversation.
“Journey hm?” He said, pouring him a drink. “The way you talk, You sound from Friendly Island. That true?”

The negative space of the apparition stares towards Swyndol for several moments after he finishes speaking. After it seemed certain the man was finished speaking Journey continues.
"We are Journey of Harren Island, we were found by Sara Fey from Spice Troop of Friendly Island. Do you wish to show us the same hospitality that all others choose to show us?"

Swyndol allowed a smirk. “And what sort is that?”

The face remains expressionless, even the mouth seems to barely move as it speaks.
"The kind of hospitality shown to you under the Asgarethi bombing."

“Hm.” Swyndol regards the face a moment. “I think we got off on the wrong foot back on your island...”

The absence of a twisted and pointed grin doesn't cross the face. It continues to regard Swyndol. "Think nothing of it. We only look towards the future and what we can accomplish together."
It pauses, but not long enough for an interjection.
"We are spreading ourselves, our network across many lands. We aim to unite all as one. Will you work with us so that this may come to fruition? We will gladly share all that we have and all that we are with you and yours."

“I figured this wasn’t a social call...”
“See the thing is, Individuality. How does that work in your little...Network?”

"We are all individuals. We are united in our goal of bringing peace and stability to this rotting and festering world. So long as your goals align with these we care little for what you care to do as an individual."
There's another awkward pause.

"What does it take to help further our goals? Simply being one of us, part of our network, is all that is required. We are willing to entertain alternative ways to achieve our goals, but we see little point in not expanding our network."

“Mn...” another Awkward pause. “And what do we get in return for this...Assimilation?”

"All of our knowledge. Know you how to fold space? How to solve hunger, illness, famine? Are you able to pump the radiation from your body after the evil ones drop their bombs?"
"We have these solutions. We want to share the answers, yet our call has been upon many deaf or ignorant ears."

“You must understand, Journey, it’s one thing to claim to know these things. What proof do you have that you actually know these amazing and impressive secrets. Or that we don’t already know them ourselves.”

There is a ringing sound that seems as if the room is filling with song. Without even a movement of air there is suddenly a figure standing near the screens. It appears to be a child who can't even be in his teens, not a faun, but rather a human child. He looks towards Swyndol and smiles with a wave.
"Hi!"
After that he leans over and catches his breath.
The screen regards the child, and then Swyndol.

Swyndol immediately frowns. “I had hoped you would have arranged for a demonstration in more controlled environs. I know about your spores and I dearly hope this child isn’t spreading them here.”

The child vanishes in a puff of thought. "Shower yourself and have this office sterilized. We cannot feel inside you so we do not believe you have inhaled any of us yet."

“Next time just say ‘I can demonstrate’ and we can arrange for one...” The Goblin grumbled. “In any case, that was impressive...”
“However. Free Knowledge is nice, I feel like there’s a catch your not mentioning.”
“Why do you want to spread so much?”
Why can’t you fix the world with what you already have?”
“Why do you need us?”

"It is very difficult for us to reach places where our network has yet to exist. It should not wind us to travel, as it winded John just now.
It is also a matter of purpose. We do not want to recycle all of the biomass of the world, guiding individuals and species so they may live better in tune with the world is what we desire. However those we cannot reach... We will change through other means.
So it is a matter of practicality and a matter of good will. We understand, now more than ever, that the individuals on this world do not understand good will but we will correct this."

“You seem to think your way is the only way...Feels ironic doesn’t it?” The Goblin said, leaning to the side, staring at the negative face again. Reading...something from it. “Surely there’s an alternative?”

The face stares, or doesn't stare, towards Swyndol for a significant amount of time. Nothing about it appears to be pondering as the emptiness looks outwards.
"Nathaniel Lockwood offered us an alternative, before he was consumed by nuclear hell fire. We do wish to learn of any of your so called civilization is worth retaining, if any of it is of value. We will entertain alternatives, but we do not believe these alternatives will be viable."

“Nathaniel Lockwood was only human.” The Goblin smirked. “Goblins are much more practical and pragmatic.”
“That said I don’t feel comfortable putting your spores into the water systems of Aurum’s settlements any time soon, I am, however willing to make a deal.”

"We are willing to listen to deals."

“It’ll be a trial period of sorts.” The Goblin began “We’ll cease any violent action against your kind by mine. We can also help with the more technical and modern, Civilized aspects of the world.”

"We will give you some spores, and provide guidance in how to utilize the functionality of our network."

“In controlled containers I hope...”
Swyndol’s brow had perked as the Entity seemed to already predict the rest of the arrangement.

"We will arrange for several individuals to be picked up by your...people... However they will not be contained, you must provide your own containment, otherwise the exterior would have our spores - which we are sure you do not want.
On a related note you seem to have inhaled some of us by this point. Not a significant quantity, but some."

Swyndol scowled at the face. “I feel as though your lack of control of these spores is troubling to say the least...”
His scowl softened into a smile. “But that is a challenge for another time and place.”
“Do we have an accord?”

There is a nod given by the negative face.
"We have an agreement. We shall cease any form of violent action, and will provide a number of samples for your advancement.
The individuals shall be left near the Meridian conflict zone, if that will be near enough for your comfort."

“I’ll make the arrangements.” Swyndol smiles and clapped his hands together. “However I must demand that I be cleansed of these spores. What control -do- you have over them?”

"We can kill them all. Considering you have inhaled few the results will not be major. Headache, cramps, perhaps some loose stool."
The face doesn't smirk, but the presence of a smirk can be felt.
"Unlike those Romans and Asgarthi who will be holding their intestines with their hands for the forseeable future."

Swyndol started to scowl but soon realized he’d have the better end of the deal than the Roman fools and the Drunken Idiots
“Fair enough.”

"Very well." With that Swyndol can feel something dying inside of him. It's sudden and complete, as if a light had been switched off. Almost immediately he very likely feels the strong and urgent need to use a restroom....something's coming out from one end or another.

Tooth Cluster, unknown land

Half a dozen individuals, all faun, set off on a trek to visit a new land and be willfully enclosed by a foreign body. Their spirits are high, with a spring in their step, and a loud song bellowing out of their minds which echoes in the strange jungle they have started to call home. A new purpose has been given to them, from Journey Cluster who has managed to establish some sort of peaceful relations with one of the foreigners - the same foreigners they are going to meet and teach. After a significant trek across the jungle they come into an open area which looks hot and dry. Each looks to the others, and they begin their song of sending, focusing intently on the location which was conveyed to them.
The small troop lands in the far off lands near the conflict zone of Cervidae & Ibex, Aurum, and Nouvel. Three of the individuals head towards a pre-arranged meeting location in a small grove of short trees. The other three however head in the opposite direction, wandering their way into this newer and even stranger foreign land. . .

by **Haja-Mishu** » Fri Dec 21, 2018 11:32 pm

Aḫāʾiš Šūrāyu Kalli*

The Šar (High Doge) stood at his podium in the Hall of the Federation of Provinces, with thousands of government officials and press agents before him. He began his speech with the standard Shurayu protocol of wishing his fellow Shurayu prosperous lives and healthy families before actually properly beginning his speech. His face could have been mistaken for a wood carving, for it was absolutely devoid of any emotion or life.

"It has come to the attention of this federal government that the Ur-Sūrbidayu u Ibeziyu* of Šutāinīr*, a people whose nation had fallen apart a short time ago, is rising from the ashes. There is just one problem with that... The Industrious nation of Aurum and the Venerable Royaume of Nouvel Acadie had claimed a great deal of former Sūrbidayu u Ibeziyu* land after their nation's downfall and have gotten themselves fairly entrenched. The Reforged Sūrbidayu u Ibeziyu State has demanded these nations pull out of their former lands and naturally they have refused. We believe that as good neighbors and global paragons of civilization and decency, we should help these three nations come to some form of agreement so that there is no unnecessary bloodshed. We have authorized a modest number of unarmed barges to carry aid to the Sūrbidayu u Ibeziyu carrying things such as food, water, building supplies, batteries, and generators to help in the rebuilding of the nation and we will be contacting Aurum and Nouvel Acadie to formalize a summit to resolve this. Peace may reign just yet. May the Ancestors watch over us all."

Besides Shuraya itself, this transmission was broadcast to Aurum, Nouvel Acadie, and Cervidas & Ibex

* United Shurayu Press Service
* Cervidas & Ibexians
* Meridia

by **Nouvel Acadie** » Wed Jan 02, 2019 2:55 pm

Gryphus/Grande-Ile

It seemed that the arrival of the Acadien 5th fleet had caught Admiral Halliburton by surprise.

The early success of and quarantine of Grande-Ile by Cervidas & Ibex had forced the Royal Palace to turn its attention to an island that had previously been of little importance to the Royaume. The small population and relative lack of resources and economic importance of Grande-Ile garnered little attention in Gaspé, which had left only a small military presence for basic search-and-rescue ops for troubled boaters and basic buoy-tending missions. The small naval station was no match for Halliburton's fleet, aand panic had ensued as the residents found themselves suddenly surrounded by a foreign force.

Until then, the Royaume had little interest in further expansion on the icy, barren tundra of Meridia, but with the Roman situation on Archon neutralized, the Acadien war machine needed a new place to turn.

The 5th fleet, based in Elksburg, consisted of eight aircraft carriers, each capable of transporting and launching 30 jets. Four of those carriers left port at midnight, heading towards the embattled island.

By morning, Halliburton’s fleet found themselves sandwiched between the 5th fleet and the island itself. Halliburton may have blockaded the island, but he himself was blockaded and outgunned by the fleet. With his ground troops committed to the assault on Auruum, the naval battle had just begun.

White Pass

La Reine de la Glace was the Royaume’s sleekest and newest carrier, and as the other ships jockeyed for strategic position around the island, she continued to the White Pass, carrying a full compliment of fighter jets and ground troops. Passing between the land masses, she entered the Pass in direct defiance of the autonomy Cervidas & Ibex claimed over the area. As she entered, all 30 fighter jets took off in rapid succession.

“Remember, you are not to engage with the enemy unless they pursue us first,” instructed Commander Dumont d’Urville. “Our mission here is to confuse and distract, not to engage. While you are buzzing over Ibex, this ship will be navigating through the remainder of the Pass.”

He pointed to a map of Meridia.

“After passing over Ibex, I want you to land in these three areas. Our recon assures us that this land is hard and flat, and you ought be able to make smooth landings. Please confirm that you have these GPS coordinates saved in your flight plan. Meanwhile, I will be releasing our ground troops here and here,” he added, again pointing to the detailed map.

“Any questions?”

“Yes Sir,” spoke up one airman. “What is the long term mission here? I mean, once La Reine gets through the pass, she’s kind of stuck down in this icy hell, isn’t she?”

“We will be staying for a while,” d’Urville responded. It is the Commandant’s intention to establish a Meridian Security Zone around this entire area. This will keep the enemy off-balance: they have moved two fleets across the pass to Port Davidson, leaving their underbelly relatively exposed. By occupying this region, they will be sandwiched between us to the North and the South, plus they started an unwinnable ground assault in Auruum. They’ll be vulnerable on too many fronts – and hopefully, in time, that will bring them to their senses and we can discuss appropriate zones of control.”

“Other questions?”

“Yes Sir,” responded Katrine Perrault, the mission’s sole female aviator. “What is the recon on the Roman presence?”

“Good question. Right now they are bogged down expanding in Archon, and their presence in Meridia appears limited. Nonetheless, if they should pursue – the order will be given to engage them. We are hoping to effectuate a coexistence with Cervidas & Ibex, but Rome can be blown to hell and no one would shed a tear. However, as we speak, the Palace is announcing that we are annexing some small peninsulas on the west coast to prevent any Roman incursions there. In briefings, this has been referred to as South Synkodii.”

“Sir, will Auruum see this as belligerence by the Royaume?”

“I certainly hope not. The plan is to permit unfettered access by the Auruumites to South Synkomdii. Besides, the Auruumites are embroiled in a land war, and we are in full alliance with them on this. If anything, our annexation will protect them from the west and allow them to focus on the C&I ground invasion.”

“Alright then, it’s time. Godspeed to all.”

by **Nouvel Acadie** » Thu Jan 03, 2019 10:14 am

(sorry, technical screwup...)

by **Romae in Perpetuum** » Thu Jan 03, 2019 5:41 pm

Governors Palace, City of Narbo, Province of Gallia Narbonesis

“I still can’t believe how big this place is… Can you believe we’ve only been here for a month?”
“Well it’s taken a while to establish the infrastructure, Vitellus.” Replied Tribune Cato to his friend, as they walked through the richly decorated interior. “Most of the cities in the province are prefabbed, but the Prince worked over a thousand slaves to death to build his palace.”
The other man whistled aloud. “I almost dread to think what he will do if were sat here much longer.”

The conversation was brought to an abrupt end as the two officers approached the entrance to what was in effect the Prince’s throne room. The men found themselves facing a pair of grand wooden doors which were guarded by four of the Numerus Skjoldorum, huge men, made to look even more imposing by their bulky plasteel armour and blood red capes.
“Who comes?” Asked the lead guardsman in his harsh Latin.
“Tribunes Cato and Vitellus, to present a report to the proconsul.” Cato replied, his voice becoming more clipped in response to the Skjoldur’s guttural tongue.
“Enter.” The large man grunted, seemingly disheartened that he wouldn’t be able to blow some intruders to bits. The doors were opened, and the officers were led into the throne room.

The room was clearly designed to impress the power of Rome and her rulers upon any visitors to Trajan’s province. It was an enormous room apparently supported by four huge statues, in classical armour, positioned in the cardinal points of the chamber appearing to take the weight of the lavishly detailed celling on their shoulders. Looking up the two staffers could see the room was lined with walkways and areas designed for a crowd. Clearly the young prince has a penchant for the dramatic; though that lesson was hammered home by the presence of more guardsman who lined the walls of the throne room. Trajan himself was lounging on an impressive marble throne, cushioned in rich purple, on a raised dais. The young prince was presiding over a meeting of his fourteen Legati as well as the commander of the Caerlegionare auxiliaries, General Rhod Gilbert. All of whom were sitting on a fairly simple wooden table that seemed out of place in such a grand throne room.

“Whilst the flight of the Skjoldur and the re-emergence of this Cervidas and Ibex may have briefly altered our plan, the chaos it has wrought is undoubtably to our advantage.” Said one of the Legati, seemingly ignorant to the presence of the Tribunes. “Whilst their war of reconquest seems to be focused on the goblin filth for now, they have occupied a Gallic island and we have no reason to believe they’ll stop there. The barbarians are distracted, now is the time to strike!”
“I agree with my colleague.” Spoke up the Legatus of the 19th. “And furthermore, would request his Imperial Highness sends out diplomatic feelers to these Cervidians, if we can press the Gallic tribesmen on both fronts, they will inevitably collapse!” Murmurs of support rumbled around the table until another officer spoke up.
“My Prince, whilst we have the numbers and equipment to smash into southern Meridia, the province currently lacks the supply levels to sustain an effective push for long. If the engineers aren’t given enough time to implement more advanced lines of communication the advance will stall and devolve into a war of attrition that we may not win!”
“The Gauls will surrender at the first sign of our tanks.” General Gilbert said mockingly. “I hear they’re only armed with white flags.” He was joined in his laughter by several of the officers before Trajan spoke up.
“You all make good points gentlemen.” He drawled lazily. “But I see two of my staffers have deigned to join us. Tribune Cato, I trust its important?”

Cato gulped nervously as the eyes of the entire room fixated on him.
“Latest intelligence reports from our agents in Gaul as well as a report from Tribune Constantinus in Skagafijoror, Sire.” He said steadily passing the pad to a nearby slave who ran it up to the prince. Trajan swiped through the tablet disinterestedly before he scoffed loudly.
“It appears the barbarian scum believe us to be neutralised.” He said to the assembled officers. “They’ve already grown complacent after a mere month, it appears they’re even more arrogant and pompous than I was first told; I hadn’t predicted this to happen for at least a few more weeks.” He sat up straight on his throne, and Cato could see that the prince was wearing the stark white-gold outfit of a Sominum pilot.
“Well, its time we showed these poncing Gauls what proper war looks like.”

Trajan tapped a few keys on a hitherto unseen panel and a holographic map of the front appeared before the throne.
“Whilst we may not be able to execute a massive push for now, it’s time we start testing the Gaulic lines. Legatus Scaro, you’re to lead your own Legio XXX, with the 27th and 29th, to attack the western coast attacking the area of Torshaven, the people there are culturally akin the Skjoldur but without their martial prowess.”
The prince gestured airily towards the guards flanking his throne, who stood straighter in appreciation of the complement.
“Meanwhile, The Caerlegionare forces, to be supported by the Legio II Augusta and XII Claudia should the need arise, are to advance down the east coast and attempt to reach the local capital of Salamanca; under the joint commands of Legatus Vespasian and General Gilbert. If possible, capture the local chieftain alive if not make his death public and gruesome. Praetorian Intelligence believes him to be an influential individual and I would like to question him.” The prince grinned wickedly.
“I expect as a result of his influence this ‘de Castillo’s’ territory will be well defended, but these savages are unused to the brutal effectiveness of the Legions. We must cultivate an aura of fear among the local Gauls, so that they learn to dread us by reputation alone. To this end all attacking forces are to burn and pillage any villages, towns and cities they come across, their populations enslaved and sent back to the Imperium in chains.”

“Sire.” Said Vespasian rising to speak. “An interesting plan, my prince, but how are we to achieve any breakthroughs with only small detachments?” The other officers exchanged looks ranging from worried to amusement as they struggled to read Trajan’s face.

“A good question Vespasian.” He replied, still grinning. “I can see why our lord Caesar entrusted you with the Asgarthian campaign. I’m sure you will remember these, Legatus.”
The map transformed into footage of two mechs fighting Iryllian forces in the Asgarthian desert.
“The Somina gentlemen. My team has had time to evaluate and improve the design since our first live test and the new MK II’s have not only entered mass production in the Imperium but even here on the frontier.”
Once again, the image changed into a rudimentary schematic of a slightly larger yet sleeker looking model of the Roman mech, armed with a large machine gun and some sort of laser edged saber.
“Whilst we have yet to produce the numbers of the new model to have them fight in units on the front, the fifty or so I have with me will be more than adequate for behind the lines operations.” Trajan’s eyes seemed to light up as he indulged in a diatribe about his pet project.
“They can be airdropped into enemy territory randomly, working alone or in duos they should be able to disrupt Gallic lines of communication, attack reserve or damaged enemy units as well as importantly add to the all-important installation of fear in the locals. The pilots will be given orders to avoid major engagements and at the very least will tie up Gallic forces that will be needed at the front as well as give us an idea as to how the barbarians react to…unusual warfare.”

Sated Vespasian resumed his seat and the prince looked around the room seeming to invite more questions. When none were forthcoming, he clapped his hands and rose from his throne. His officers likewise stood and inclined their heads towards the young prince.
“If we are finished here gentlemen, written orders have been dispatched for your convenience.” He said, drawl returning. “If you will all excuse me, I have a letter to pen.”

by **Harren Island** » Fri Jan 04, 2019 8:00 am

The journey over to Meridia had been, uncomfortable, to say the least. Thousands of miles on fast attack craft without dedicated toilets and no wash facilities at all was pretty damn awful. He noted the lack of such in his review of the Glozings but having heard that a mothership was already in the works, with the express purpose to support swarm fleets, he believed that issue would be resolved in the near future.

Coordinating with Admiral Blizzard, Admiral Inoue had taken ‘Snowy’ to reinforce the Quarantine efforts at Zone B, staging out of Port Davidson. He divided the swarm fleet into nine squadrons, each patrolling the Quarantine Zone on a nine-day cycle; eight days on a slow patrol and their ninth in port resting with their vessels being refuelled and maintained. That way the majority of the swarm would always be at sea and performing its interdiction duties.

Alexandros’ standing engagement orders to ‘Snowy’ are as follows.

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If a squadron encounters any lone transport breaching the quarantine zone, they are to engage and sink with torpedoes.
If the squadron encounters a convoy or multiple transports, they are to call in additional squadrons as required to attack from multiple angles and sink the transports with torpedoes.
If a military vessel is encountered, the squadron must disengage and the entire swarm fleet will coalesce before engaging together from multiple angles, overwhelming defences with a massed volley of Anti-Ship Missiles.
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Fig. Squadron from 'Snowy', patrolling Quarantine Zone B at night

Alexandros swore as the ship bounced sideways from a large wave, the sudden tilt causing his chart and the paperweights he had put on it to slide off the tiny shelf next to the radio and crash down into the hull below. He pushed himself off his seat, feet and hands grabbing purchase on the lip of the hatch as he went down after it. The lower level was rather noisy with the rhythmic chugging of the twin engines in the forward compartment.

The ship’s captain, a man named Oro, called down from his position at the bridge, if a wheel and some windows could even be called a bridge, “You alright, Admiral?”.

Alexandros knelt in the lower compartment, picking the chart out of an inch of water and brushing it off as best he could, “Yes,” he called back up with a sigh before smirking at the joke he was about to make, “Gautima deserves to be shot for this kind of oversight.”. A fleet without dedicated command facilities. He supposed it made identifying and destroying the lead vessel much more difficult but it also made managing the fleet that much more difficult too. He made a mental note to include the suggestion of a command variant of the Glozing in his review.

He clambered back up, retaking his seat and planting the chart back on the slip of a ledge. He glared at it, as if daring it to slide off again, “Move again,” he muttered darkly, “and I’ll have you nailed there.”. That gave him an idea. The next time his squadron made port, he’d have a board affixed to the side of the radio operator’s station and pins brought for the chart. It would look godawful but at least it would work.

by **Skjoldur** » Fri Jan 04, 2019 8:49 am

Skagafjoror, New Capital of the Kingdom of Skjoldur

Kjartan sat on his throne as his generals and advisors gathered. He tapped his fingers on his throne impatient, he was not used to waiting. As his council settled on either side of the hall a servant ran down the centre. The servant was in a hurry and practically jumped the three steps that rose Kartjans throne above the rest of the room.
“the emissaries from Rome is on his way” the servant whispered in his ear
Kjartan raised an eyebrow and looked at the servant
“what was this idiots name again?” he asked gently
The servant smiled, he had known Kjartan would ask at least one difficult question, the King had got into the habit of testing his servants,
“his full title is Tribune Flavius Aurelius Constantinus chief aid to his Imperial Highness Prince Gaius Octavius Trajan, your majesty”
Kjartjan nodded without expressing emotion gesturing for the slave to leave. Just the doors swung open to reveal what seemed like a parade. Several servants lead the way their heads bowed, several soldiers lead the way in full Roman armour they stopped halfway and split onto either side revealing a tall slender olive-skinned man dressed in full Roman splendour. The Tribune looked at Kjartjan intently, Kjartjan realised that he was waiting for permission to speak. Kjartjan gestured to the Roman who cleared his throat
“King Kjartjan” he said “I bring a message from his Imperial Highness Prince Gaius Octavius Trajan”. He produced a scroll from his bag, unfurling it he looked around and said
To Kjartan, King of the Skjoldur
Salve.
As you are no doubt aware the mighty Imperium of Romae in Perpetuum is currently at war with the savage Gallic tribes of western Archon. Whilst these cowardly people are womanly and weak in nature and generally have the martial sense of boiled asparagus; within their degenerate realm lies ample plunder and slaves for both Rome and Skjoldur to gorge themselves.
To this end I, Prince Octavius Trajan, herby commission you to build the greatest raiding fleet the world has ever seen and unleash it upon the Gallic coasts; ravage them until the very sight of your ships makes them piss themselves in fear! For this you will of course be paid handsomely; I have instructed my representative to provide you with a mere taste of what you will find in Gaul.
Vale.
Gaius Octavius Trajan Filius Caesaris: Nepos Dei, Protector Militum Romanorum, Custos Urbis, Proconsul Galliae et Princeps Romae in Perpetuum.
After reading his message he reached into his bag once more and produced a sizeable bag of gold which he flung in Kjartan direction. Kjartan caught it and examined, real Roman gold, they really were serious. Kjartan looked around and gestured to his admiral Hargub.
“Your majesty to create a fleet as big as they want it’s going to cost us resources, men and money, a lot of it as well. These Romans haven’t even specified a price yet, how are we going to make back the money we lost creating this fleet?”.
A murmur spread amongst the crowd
The Tribune turned towards the old Admiral looked him up and down dismissively, paused for a second then smiled.
“my dear Admiral” the Tribune said smoothly “let me assure you that Rome pay’s its allies well, and I’m sure you can make up your loss’s in…. other areas”
The Tribune chuckled to himself and turned back to the king.
“Your majesty I understand that you don’t trust us yet, so I have been instructed to give you this gift” he gestured to one of his slaves who produced a golden box. The slave walked slowly towards the king but was interjected by one of the Kings guards who snatched the box from the slave knocking him on the ground causing the whole crowd to laugh. The slave scurried back to his position red faced. The guard who had interceded the slave inspected the box before bringing it to the king. Kjartan raised his hand for the guard to open the, which he did a promptly produced a skull. The Tribune who had been waiting patiently whilst this whole ordeal decided to speak again
“That your majesty was found buried in Harran. It is the remains from the deity Bjorn”
The crowd fell silent at the mention of the name. The Tribune grinned, he knew he had the crowd on hook. He continued with a flourish
“We hope that this shows good faith towards Skjoldur” the Tribune bowed his head.
Kjartan examined the skull wondering if it was real probably not but it didn’t matter it was useful anyhow. He looked at the Tribune and nodded. Standing up he said
“we will build this fleet, a fleet that’s might has never been seen before. Together we will pillage and destroy all in our path”
The cheer’s echoed around the room as Kjartan gestured for the Roman delegates to leave, he sat down on his throne and gestured for the next dignitary to enter.

3 weeks later, Port of Kungahalla
Kjartan looked over the port as the rain and wind whipped across his face. The fleet was being built, Kjartan had recalled all the raiding fleets. The men were being to flood in and beginning to set up camp, the ships were nearly ready, both raiding and battleships. Kjartan had set up a simple camp on the hill. He missed the old days and enjoyed the chance to live out in the wild again. His loyal guards sat around grumpily missing the warmth and security of the main camp. A loud rustling alerted the guards who went for their weapons only to see a young Skjouldurian captain sweaty and tired from the climb.
“hi” he said nervously “my names Bjorn, his majesty wanted to see me”
Kjartan turned around and smiled
“execellent you’re here, sit down” he said gesturing towards the fire
They both sat down and Kjartan offered him a drink
“you did well on friendly” Kjartan commented off-handily, “I read the reports”
“thanks” replied Bjorn nervously taking a swig of the vodka
“I decided to give you a raiding fleet, your officer recommended you” said Kjartan not looking up from the fire “we’ve built a new one just for you”
“thank you” replied Bjorn
“I also have a gift for you, here” Kjartan produced a helmet from his tent shaped. “its your farthers skull” he said offhandedly. “I’ve had are best people create into a helmet, he may protect you now”
Bjorn didn’t know how to respond but Kjartan signalled for him to go before he could find the words. Just as Bjorn was about to leave Kjartan yelled out
“oh your flagship, it’s been the called the saviour after you farther, and here he passed Bjorn a pistol engraved with runes “it’s your fathers, I wrote the name of the Valaski who killed your farther on there, just in case you ever run into the dick”.
Bjorn was then ushered out before he could process what had happened he was back on the path in the cold,
“shit” said Bjorn to himself “I’ve got to learn how to lead a ship”.

by **Auruum** » Thu Jan 10, 2019 8:07 pm

One of the many benefits of a subterranean based society, one always had a way or two to slip past enemy lines if they needed to. In the early days, when Roe had been annexed and rebuilt from the ashes of it's former lawless and crime-ridden state, a tram system was set up connecting Roe to the rest of the Gadgetzan Territory. This Tram system helped bring personnel and supplies to the city while Aurum's Authorities cleaned the city up and brought it back to it's feet as a functioning part of Aurum's territory, afterwards the tram helped shipping goods to and from, adding to the continued prosperity of the city itself. It also had the added benefit of being useful in times of a siege.

The citizens were fully briefed, as food, water, and generators were brought to help give the local Authorities time to organize a plan of action. The Old Commonwealth was back and wanted Roe to return to the fold, on the condition that all Non-Humans were relocated. Obviously this stirred up some contraversy, On one hand, The Goblins, Orcs, and Trolls were outraged. Many called Roe home and had businesses, Livelihoods in the city and were non-too-happy with the 'Humans Only' policy of the Commonwealth. On the other, The Human population was the most divided. Aurum gave citizenship to many immigrants quite freely, The citizens of Roe among quite a few humans who lived in Aurum as citizens, Many of which remember the complete breakdown of the Commonwealth and the city itself. Some felt inclined to return to the fold and they were given that option freely, Packing up their things and leaving the city, preferably through the exits towards the east side, where the Commonwealth soldiers were waiting. The Rest, those who had lived in the lawless city and watched as the Greenskins helped bring the city to order and prosperity, Were able to stay. The Plan of action was simple then, The Tram would attempt to keep the city running as smoothly as possible, including bringing in a number of Soldiers and instructing the Citizens to write letters to the Commonwealth and sign their names. After enough letters were gathered, A powerful air cannon was fired in the direction of the soldiers, raining down hand written and signed letters from Greenskins and Humans alike.

Some of the letters were harshly worded, calling for the Commonwealth to feel ashamed of itself for being racist against the greenskins and to accept their loss of the city and territory with some dignity, others were more pleading and appeared to be written by children in some cases, talking about how they didnt want their Greenskinned friends to move away, or that they didnt want Bad Soldiers to take the city away from Aurum. One letter even stated that life had been so much better for a woman and her family, which included her Orc husband and Orc stepdaughter, in addition to her own human daughter. It detailed how prior to the integration, Gangs ruled the city like warlords and she was forced to scrounge for scraps just to survive, living in the sewers as a young woman with no home or family. She remembered how the Commonwealth had failed the city and how Aurum had fixed it, and in one line said 'You can try to take my family and my home from me, I promise you will not succeed". Soon enough loudspeakers were erected and played from the outskirts of the city, Playing popular Aurummite Music, Including Aurum's own Anthem.

Meanwhile, To the South...

"You dared to march into our territory, trying to take land from us, It is only fair we take from you!"

Columns of Tanks and Mechs marched across the border, sweeping across swaths of territory, merely surrounding most locations they came across and making no attempts to attack or fire upon any soldier, Only to stare down the barrels of their guns at them and stubbornly stand and wait. Most of the army headed directly toward the City of Hollowsville where the bulk of the army surrounded in a complete circle, parking mechs and Tanks directly across roads and telling all incoming and outgoing traffic that the roads are closed and they are to go back the way they came. From the Mechs themselves, the one sentence was broadcast.

"You dared to march into our territory, trying to take land from us, It is only fair we take from you!"

The Tanks and Mechs did not move to advance on the city, or the Commonwealth soldiers and not a single shot was fired, the Greenskin army merely parked themselves within the Commonwealth Territory, even within Firing Distance of the Commonwealth Tanks. Just stood their ground and refused to move, broadcasting the one sentence over and over again.

And now, A Word from the Trade-Princess of Gadgetzan, Draga Morozoff

"To Whom it may concern, this is an International Broadcast and a peaceful call for the cessation of all Military actions committed by the Commonwealth and their allies. Leave our territory in peace, and we will leave yours in peace. It is not too late to establish peace between our nations, but the window is closing, and will close completely if the Commonwealth moves to capture the city of Roe. It is no longer your city, and those citizens within the city who wanted to return to the Commonwealth have already left Roe and are making their way to Commonwealth Territory. The rest are loyal citizens of Aurum, and you have already illegally invaded Aurummite Territory, as well as illegally deported Aurummite citizens. We are willing to tolerate and look past these significant breaches of Sovereign law, but there is only so much we are willing to tolerate before we are forced to move to action. If you dare to move against Roe and continue this frankly, childish and pointless mission, We will be forced to act in kind, and take from you what you would take from us."

"In the name of Peace and Prosperity, Do not look for bloodshed where there needs to be none. The Price for Peace is at an all time low."

by **Harren Island** » Sun Jan 13, 2019 6:26 am

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The Hegemony is in a state of war with the Republic of Harren and its overlord, Myraxia.
'Snowy' is hereby ordered to return to Hegemonic Waters ASAP.
His Imperial Highness, the Proconsul of Gallia, will be providing 'Snowy' with a small fuel tanker for the journey.
Tanker designation, 'I.R.S Portare'. Rendezvous with the tanker and return to Paros for further orders.
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Alexandros fumed. It was bad enough that he'd had to suffer on a damn Glozing to go halfway around the world to this freezing hellhole but now he was being withdrawn before he could even achieve anything, making the whole damn journey utterly pointless. Then to cap it all off, they were ordering him to go and do the trip again. No. Fuck it. This time, he'd command from the tanker. Sighing, the Admiral ordered all of his squadrons to return to port in Davidson for refueling and maintenance in preparation for their journey back home.

"Damn and blast it!" A thought occurred to him as he made his preparations. The Admiralty hasn't even sent a message to C&I to explain the situation, they were either leaving that to him or leaving C&I to hang in the wind. His thoughts cooled a bit. Maybe they'd just made an oversight considering the situation back home. He still furiously scribbled out a note in his log, it was still an egregious oversight. Handing his log to Captain Oro, "Secure this and be ready to depart upon my return", he stood up and then clambered out of the top hatch in order to disembark the torpedo boat.

He was going to meet Admiral Blizzard in order to bring him up to speed and give him apologies on behalf of the Hegemony for their sudden departure.

by **Nouvel Acadie** » Sun Jan 13, 2019 2:13 pm

Acadien News Service
Breaking News
Queen Marie-Collette de Gaspé issued the following public statement today at Noon, concerning the military actions in Meridia. We are publishing the statement in its entirety

* * * * * * * * *

The Royaume of Nouvel Acadie reiterates its concern for the peoples of Meridia as current military operations continue to impact the lives, safety, and economy of the continent. It is our hope that a speedy resolution can be brought to these conflicts and that prosperity will be restored for all. Towards these ends, the Royaume urges the following parameters:

1) The sovereignty of each nation must be honored, and the security of each must be mutually guaranteed. Nouvel Acadie and Auruum have long-standing rights over their respective territories which must be respected. In addition, we acknowledge the self-determination rights of those currently organized under the Commonwealth of Cervidas and Ibex.

2) We call on all nations to withdraw to the national boundaries that existed prior the current hostilities ("The Black Line,") and mutual recognition of the same. This includes a complete withdrawal of foreign, invading Romans from New Nordgard.

3) We call for the White Pass to be designated an International Waterway, providing unrestricted movement of vessels.

4) We call for the establishment of a Meridian Free Trade Zone to facilitate the movement of labor, capital, and goods throughout the region.

As a show of the Royaume's good faith, Nouvel Acadie shall offer to convey the Island of Gryphus to Cervidas and Ibex in furtherance of the above parameters. In addition, the Royaume is open to discussing multilateral jurisdiction, and even conveyance, of the territories recently acquired as part of the Meridian Security Zone.

Finally, the Royaume must impress on the world that we will not be patient forever. If we are unable to move towards these goals with deliberate speed, then further military action to secure our Meridan holdings, and those of our Auruumite allies, is imminent.

by **Oceanion** » Tue Jan 22, 2019 5:26 pm

***

Statement from the Oceani Revolutionary Council to the Joint Commonwealths of Cervidas and Ibex

We, like you, are rebuilding ourselves as a nation and reasserting control of our lands. It is no easy task for any nation, but it is one that it is essential to discharge in the proper manner. Oceanion, along with many of the members of the international community that have spoken out on the Joint Commonwealths' actions, finds them unjustifiable. Oceanion stands with its longstanding ally, Nouvel Acadie, and with the persecuted peoples facing ejection from their homes, Auurum.

We urge the Joint Commonwealth to meet the four demands issued by the Royaume and an additional fifth demand: the immediate cessation of the policy and practice of expulsion of non-humans from Roe. Oceanion finds that these demands are backed by peace, justice, and reason. Should they not be respected, they will soon be backed by Oceani warships too.

Gretchen Greene
President of the Revolutionary Council of Oceanion

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Coucil Chamber, Sea Fort, Bosey Bay

"Get that to them fast," the President commanded, gesturing to a tall bearded man as she strode swiftly out of the room.

It had taken over an hour and a half for all the militia leaders that made up the Revolutionary Council to agree the wording of the statement. And this was an issue they all agreed on! Thank god the first elections since the revolutionaries had been able to wrest democracy from chaos were coming up soon. This bizarre system of government would soon be over, she told herself.

Gretchen Greene had seen her fair share of craziness. She'd fought aliens, escorted renegade generals, served under the craziest captain in the Oceani navy, fought in a revolution, and yet nothing seemed to compare to the craziness of government. She ducked though a reinforced doorway and was standing in the sea air outside the small island fort where the Revolutionary Council had set up their headwaters.

There was Küsteburg ahead of her, finally recovering from the chaos that had gripped the nation. On a craggy peak above the city, High Fort, the previous location of the government, looked more a ruin than it ever had in its long history. Indeed some of the hill it stood on itself seemed to have been blown away by that explosion months ago.

"Umm, President?" The voice came from behind her and brought her back into reality. It was the man she had sent with the message earlier. "Commander Vnuuler wants you to ratify her proposal for which ships to send to Meridia. She's pointed out that we have a significant contingent from the Hummerland fleet at the South Pole currently, whom we could easily redirect..."

"Sounds good, let's discuss it inside," she said and strode past him back into the chambers.

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The Bridge, OSS Vanguard, Off the coast of what was formerly Polarion City, South Pole

Admiral Ed Locke stepped up to the windows of the bridge. He watched as the host of warships under his command began to move. Slowly at first, and then gathering pace, the Hummerland Fleet was moving North-West. He picked up a microphone from the communications desk.

"This is Admiral Locke of Oceanion's Hummerland fleet calling the Acadian 5th fleet. You have friends with firepower in the neighbourhood and don't forget it. While Oceanion understands your intention to surrender the Island of Gryphus as a move of good faith, you will not be unsupported if you choose to continue your resistance. We will communicate with you further by more secure means, please expect our reinforcements."

"Sir, we're going up the White Pass?" asked a junior airmam, visibly a little surprised.

Locke eyed him up. "What's your name, officer?"

"Jenkins, sir. Airman Elman Jenkins."

The Admiral let a small smile curl across the edges of his mouth. "We are," he said, "although not right away. But not you, Jenkins. You'll be taking an alternate route.." This did little to relive Jenkins' worries, but the Admiral did not hang about.

"Barker!" he barked at an official at the communications desk. "Get me a secure line to La Reine de la Glace, we have a battle plan to discuss..."

by **Asgareth** » Wed Jan 23, 2019 6:58 am

ASGARTHIAN STATEMENT REGARDING THE RECOGNITION OF ROE AS CERVIDAS AND IBEXIAN TERRITORY

Following the previous statement of intent, new evidence has been brought to the attention of the Imperiali’s Cabinet, with regards to the Cervidas and Ibexian occupation of so-called Auruumite territory. The evidence clearly shows Auruumite forces invading Cervidas territory several years ago. Once there, they implemented an extermination programme against the native populace, and brought about a genocide on a level the world has yet to see. The invasion of the territory was, and ought to still be considered, unlawful. As a result of this evidence and, following the previous Asgarthian declaration of war with Auruum, Asgareth can today confirm it supports a liberated city of Roe, under the protection of Cervidas and Ibex, and calls upon the nations in the region, and across the world to follow suit.

It ought to be duly noted, however, that our policy regarding the island of Gryphus remains the same. The island ought to remain Acadian, and despite the Acadian’s offer of goodwill, we hope and expect that Cervidas will remove all forces on the island. Asgareth fully considers the island to be a part of Acadian territory, and encourages Cervidas and Ibex to give up all territorial aspirations for the island. It is the hope of the Asgarthian government that the retreat of all goblins from the city of Roe, and surrounding territories, as well as the retreat of all Cervidas and Ibexian troops from the Island of Gryphus will ensure this dispute is settled once and for all.

by **Journey Collective** » Fri Jan 25, 2019 7:15 am

A phone starts to ring in the prime minister’s office.
Drrring
Drrring
Drrrrrrring
“This is the office of the Prime Minister of the Union of Commonwealths of Cervidas Ibex and Amarion, How May I direct your call?”

There's a short wave of light static, followed by the sound of a million voices which speak as one.
"We are the Journey Collective.
We have witnessed your plight.
We wish to offer assistance."

“Excuse me sir or ma’am, I’m getting a lot of interference with your call. Could you please lower you voice so I can understand you better?”
A million voice speaking as one will do that to a collect call

There is a slight pause. . .
It sounds as if a a phone is hung up and another is lifted. A throat clearing sort of sound echoes through, though it sounds as if someone is gargling static.
There's another slight pause...
One voice speaks out amongst the many, though the chorus still joins her.
"We have attempted to make our sound more clear.
Is this acceptable?"

"Yes sir, now how may I direct your call?

"We wish to speak with someone whom may be able to accept our assistance.
Specifically assistance regarding the looming war in Meridia."

"Are you a recognized representative of a foreign government office? Is so please identify yourself so i may pass your call to the appropriate office."

"We are Journey Collective, sister of Friendly Island, brother of Harren.
We represent the voice of the people who have been down trodden and abused."

"I see one moment please."

Static
The static talks with the static.
~Baaazzt kssshh~

In the Oval Office of the commonwealth a meeting is taking place among the priminister and several of her top staff. There is a large red phone on the PM's desk. The clerk enter the room, "excuse me ma'am I'm sorry to interrupt but I have a call on hold for a representative of Friendly Island". The room goes silent. No direct contact had ever been made between the two nations on far end of the world.

From the red phone the voice calls out, though quiet
"Yes, we are holding."

"Everyone except Ambassador Lucian and Vulture clear the room"
The room clears as clerks and buisness men leave. The two who remain are Ambassador Lucian, who is the chief diplomat of the commonwealth for establishing new ties with other nations
And Ilya "Vulture" C.E. the chief of the Commonwealth Intelligence Defense Force
The Prime Minister pick up the red phone as the others pick up two secondary phone allowing them to listen in on the conversation
"I am Prime Minister Liliana of the Union of Commonwealths of Cervidas Ibex and Amarion. To whom am I speaking?"

"Greetings Prime Minister Liliana of the Union of Commonwealths of Cervidas Ibex and Amarion, it is a pleasure to speak with you.
We are Journey Collective, sister of Friendly Island, brother of Harren.
We speak for the down trodden and abused."

"Then you have the wrong number"
"We are neither downtrodden or abused "
A small chuckle come through the line

"We have the correct number.
We have witnessed the looming war in Meridia.
You are not being respected, and your historic rights are being abused."

I can not see how the ongoing situation in Western Meridia concerns you
This is a local matter

"We notice there are many nations whom are speaking against you, yet few speaking with you.
If you wish to remain alone without allies that is your choice.
We wish to help you claim the lands that are rightfully yours."

We are accustom to isolation, it is the way of the south. The alliances of other nations with one another has led to a great many minor skirmishes spiraling into cross continental conflicts that destroy the live of millions. We on the other hand have never faced such conflict, though that is not to say we cannot defend ourselves.
We value our independence and amicable relations among ourselves and others but War is something we do our best to either avoid, or contain
We've experienced war first hand and never wish it on others. The lands that our rightfully our will be recognized as such. But it will be through our efforts through negotiation and peace for as long as possible. To accept your help in the way I believe you mean would undermine all we hope to accomplish and avoid.

"We too greatly value peace.
We utilize non-violent means to achieve peace.
We do not wish to utilize violence, and wish to prevent war.
We realize you have might and are capable of self-defense.
However as stated, there are many voices rising against you.
Few voices rise with you.
We wish to be the voices which rise with you."

Then that is all you may be. I cannot in good conscious allow you or your people to become involved in this local matter. I say this not only out of pride, but out of necessity and a care for all living things. you may voice your support, but please do not take any action to aid or impede us. This I ask of you as one hoping for peace.

"We wish to send emissaries to your land.
With this we wish to send technologies you may find of use.
Is this acceptable?"

“...May I tell you of a story I once heard?”

"We would very much like to hear your story."

“The was once a kingdom assailed by its enemies in a Great War. This war hung heavy on the heart of the king who wish nothing else than to bring peace to his land.
One day a stranger came from beyond the north, this stranger spoke to the king and said this: ‘We have seen your suffering your majesty and offer to bring peace to your land? Will you accept the peace we bring you and your neighbors?’
The King desperate to find a resolution to the conflict agreed to the stranger's offer. The stranger then planted an single seed near to the border. This flower unleashed a terrible plague the kill all who smelt its petals and scent, from their corpses more flowers sprung, and from those the dead rose and turn on the living until all of both kingdoms was destroyed. The flowers were only stopped by the coming frost on winter, brought on by crux to vanquish the stranger.
The stranger had brought peace as promised, but at the cost of all who lived there
that story is an old legend from around these parts. Have you heard of it?”

There is a pause, as if someone thinking deeply.
After a few moments of silence the voice(s) chuckles, there is something a bit unsettling about the laughter.
"Ho ho ho.
So your people still tell that story.
We are pleased to hear this.
It is quite a wonderful story.
We believe some facts may have been changed, however that is moot.
The stranger did indeed bring peace.
The stranger had not lied.
Ho ho ho."
There's another pause, not long enough to interject, but a bit longer than comfortable.
"We shall frame this in another manner.
We shall bring peace to your lands.
You are welcomed to enjoy this peace.
We would very much appreciate working with an old friend.
What you choose is of course your choice.
Should you wish to reach us please contact us, we are not difficult to talk with."
With that the sound of a phone being hung up can be heard.

Lucian speaks first "Miss Prime Minister What the was that?"
"THAT may be a bigger threat than what is currently happening on the border." Responds the PM
"Vulture your thought?"
"The IDF is listening, if they try anything we will know about it, but acting on it is another if my information is accurate. It may be time to reactivate the Vanguard MKII program."
"I will take that under advisement"

Love City, Meridia

Meanwhile...somewhere in Meridia...The fauns who had traveled to the region had tried to establish a strong network, it was fraught with difficulty and they had not been successful. They had returned home and several new groups had gone to Meridia since then. The later groups who traveled brought more technological advances with them, they brought clothing, food, and other supplies which would be beneficial to a long term settlement. Personal care items were not all that the Collectivists brought to the region, they also brought tools and materials with which to build housing. After the conversation with the prime minister the flow of people to Meridia greatly increased, which allowed more materials, and ultimately more progress to be carried over.
In almost no time at all they had founded a small city, which was bustling, and had many enclosed areas which were able to retain heat. Love City as it was named became the Collective’s first real reach into the colder climates that had traditionally stifled the Friendlies from which they came.

by **Cervidas and Ibex** » Fri Feb 01, 2019 7:01 pm

With the continuing crisis ongoing on the western Meridian, the Joint Commonwealth Self Defense Force JCSDF has had to delay its attempts to resettle and establish a permanent presence in the territory formerly ceded to the Commonwealth by the former independent state of the Kingdom of Amarion Isles. Thus far it has only regain control of the region to the immediate east of Ibex. The territory currently outside of The Commonwealth controller territory is dominated mostly by local Fiefdoms and minor Principalities vying for control of the former Amarion.

The expedition force, including elements of the LDF have encountered small outposts of Nouvel Acadie just south of Ibex, but does not consider these to be of any threat to the main land territory, and has thus far pushed any resistance aside. It has been noted however that the opposition force grows in number the farther south one goes. this could possibly indicate a larger presence that initially expected.

With peace negotiations set to begin soon to ease tensions with The Protected Plutocracy of Auruum the LSDF has ceased their march across the Meridan Crisis Zone (MCZ) to reclaim their occupied territory as a sign of good faith. These talks are set to begin in seven days in The Atrahasian Republic of Haja-Mishu in their capital of Shuraya. The distant Nation of Haja had previously offered their their assistance in finding a resolution to the crisis, and it now seems the Commonwealth and Plutocracy have agreed to take them up on this offer. However the stalemate continues between SSDF and Nouvel Acadie naval fleet around Gryphus. Neither side has made any attempt to break the stalemate thus far and so they wait.

Meanwhile in southern Ibex, a Nouvel Acadie expedition has been spotted preparing to attack the nation from a second front. To this end, The Commonwealth Self Defense High Command has reorganized the eastern expedition force into the 3rd Army. This force in conjunction with National Guardsmen and reserves previously to be sent to the Auruum border have begun a large scale operation to force the Acadie out of the region, using fast attack tactics to push into enemy territory. As a result the area to the south of Ibex has become a mass conflict zone with both sides jockeying for the advantage in what could explode into full scale war.

In other news, CCG has issued a warning to civilian ships trying to enter the White Pass through The Convergence of an unusually large amount of mostly submerged ice burgs forming in the area. These ice burg can damage the hulls of unsuspecting ships, resulting in disaster. Several Acadie transport ships attempting to Move through the area undetected, have already been damaged by these natural formations, either being forced to ports in commonwealth territory where they are taken into custody by local authorities, or sink altogether.

Undermine city, Auruum 2:15 am
A single individual comes out of the shadowy streets and approaches a government building. The figure is dressed in a long coat and hat, and is wearing sunglasses covering their eyes though they are still clearly human. They make no attempt to hide themself as they wait by the front entrance. The figure knocks twice waits and knocks again. “Hello? Excuse me I have a very important message to deliver and I’ve been asked to do so discreetly. Is there anybody in there?” The figure say with a hint of annoyance

The Door is opened by a large, grey skinned Orc, dressed in a security uniform, a hand on a rather large and powerful looking side arm. “Yes?”

With a beaming smile on their face the speaker waves to the guard. “Hello, thank you. I don’t mean to sound rude but is there anyone important in the building at this hour? I realize it’s early but I have an important message to pass along." the figure says with the same sort of practiced pleasantness of a used car salesman

The Orc steps outside with the stranger and shuts the door behind him, crossing his arms. “And who are you?”

"Normally we'd just call for this sort of this but it no formal communication method has been established as of yet. I represent your neighbors and they feel that in these tense times communication is key."

"Still Ain't heard a name, Mister Communication..." the Orc says with a grunt.

"I'd rather not go into specifics out here. You never know what kind of prying ears are listening even at 2 AM." Lowering their voice now to little more than a whisper the figure leans in and continues, "I'm sure your leaders want as much control as possible in the first dealings with the Commonwealth, you never know how public opinion might unexpectedly sway against you. Would you agree?" the tone of these words noticeably more serious and dry in their delivery.

The Orc grabs the man by the shoulder with one hand, the other went up to an earpiece, where he growled out a few words in the Orc language. A few tense seconds later and the Orc re-opened the door and nearly dragged the man inside, leading him into the building and towards an elevator. He'd click a button, his grip being maintained on the stranger's shoulder and arm.

"My, no need for such force." The figure said with a wry grin on their face, their playful attitude now back in full force. "I was taught by my mother to treat guests with greater respect."

"I was taught by my mother to not ask for respect without a reason for getting it. You're a nobody until I get a name." The Orc said with a grunt, not looking at the human as the Elevator made it's way down. "If you wanted to be treated as a Guest, should have made an appointment, and give a name when asked. You came to a Government building in the early morning asking to speak to someone important. Far as I'm aware you're a threat until proven otherwise." He'd continue as the doors open and he stepped inside, carrying the human with him.

A slight chuckle. "Fair enough friend, but to schedule an appointment requires communication, which as I have stated is my purpose for being here. But if its a name you require, its Gyrfalcon"

"Could've called while you were in Aurum." The Orc replied, still not looking towards the human, he did however grunt something into his earpiece. "Bruz." was the last thing he'd say before the elevator dinged and the doors opened again. Much more gently, though the Hand was still on the human's shoulder, The Orc ushered them down a hallway and towards a door, opening it and ushering the both of them inside, Sitting at a desk was a goblin, sipping on a drink inside of a mug. The Goblin would gesture for the human to take a seat, The Orc's hand finally leaving the human.

"Good Morning, I am Dreztan Cogshift. I'm told you were hoping to speak with someone about the Commonwealth, Mister Gyrfalcon?"

"Mister? Oh my that won't do, that won't do at all. For you see..." the figure moves to unbutton their coat and removes their hat. With each now wrapped around their arm the figure is revealed to be a woman. She is appears to be Caucasian in appearance, with short black hair swept to one side. Her eyes were a dark brown and her voice seemed to lighten. "...I'm not a mister at all. As for the voice that was my own touch, makes my work a bit easier in the long run. Now who may I ask are you?"

The Goblin didn't seem phased by the reveal, taking another sip of his drink. "I just told you who I was...-Miss- Gyrfalcon. Now explain to me what you are doing here."

"Nothing more than a name sir? Very well then. I am here to establish back door communication between our two nations so that a more formal introduction may take place. In this modern age of ours, this sort of communication is vital to seeing that all operation go exactly as intended and to avoid the possibility of any misunderstandings that could lead to difficulties down the line." In a more serious tone now she follows up by saying "If we are to avoid war, these first steps are absolutely vital."

"So you claim to represent the Commonwealth?" The Goblin said leaning back in his chair "Funny little mess your side made...we've tried to establish diplomacy and peace with your side. You -Did- invade us without so much as a letter of declaration afterall..." a pause, as the figure takes a sip of their drink. "That said, Aurum is still open to helping resolve this as peacefully as possible."

"Believe me if we had intended to invaded, the results would have been far more brutal. Those lands are ours, and they will continue to be so for as long as we have anything to say about it. But then, I am not here to discuss such matter, I'll leave that to the diplomats."

The Goblin Smirked at that but continued to listen.

"My job is to help establish the means by which we will contact one another. To that end I have brought this:" Gyrfalcon reached for her belt around her waist. On the metal buckle was an engraving of a bird with a circle. Removing the engraving revealed a device built into the other side. After placing the device on the table, Gyrfalcon's stance tightened as she stood at attention. From the device a hologram flickered to life, first showing the official symbol of the Commonwealth, two intersecting keys crossed over a golden scepter. Then the image of Prime Minister Liliana came into focus.

She spoke once the image came fully into focus "Let's begin, shall we?"

The Goblin took another sip of his drink. "By all means Prime Minister, The room is yours."

The PM's expression gave nothing away. "Thank you for seeing me sir on such sort notice, and thank you Señora Gyrfalcon, your experience in this matter has been exemplary."

At this Gyrfalcon saluted "Thank you ma'am"

a nod, then the PM continues, redirecting her attention to the goblin representative. "I'm afraid formal introductions are in order, you may be familiar with who I am but I'm afraid I'm at a disadvantage when referring to you

"Dreztan Cogshift, A director for the Global Organization of Bankers and Laborers, International and National." The Goblin finished his drink. "Rest assured, I'm important enough to take your message and speak with you."

The Prime Minister paused for a moment as the made a mental note of dreztan's identity. then she spoke, her speech measured and focused. “Then I’ll get right to the point. My nation is currently in position to destroy the entirety of your invasion force. The effects would devastate much of the area and would lead to untold losses. As I have no doubt you people have similar counter strike capabilities we both find ourselves at the precipice of mass destruction. Consider this then an olive branch petition to begin immediate negotiations to stop this mutual destruction from coming to pass. Further negotiations should be had in person at a neutral location. As they have already offered we submit that Haja Mishu should host these talks. Is this acceptable? This offer does not mean we relinquish our claim to the land of Cervidas that you have occupied. Only that we are willing to enter into peaceful negotiations to either accommodate, compensate, and/or peacefully remove your people."

Dreztan pursed his lips in thought. "A meeting in the Shurayu home turf sounds reasonable. But You really have to be open to the possibility that you are not gettin' everything that you want. Your government failed once already, Aurum hasn't. If you are not willing to accept that the land we occupy is Aurum's by legal right, Then these talks don't have a prayer of workin' out peacefully."

Ignoring the implied insult to her nation the PM responded after letting slip a somewhat exacerbated sigh, "In either scenario for these talks to take place, one other thing must be agreed to: troops on both sides must cease any further aggressive activity until an agreement can be made. Otherwise something might happen to escalate the conflict, resulting in deaths that could otherwise have been prevented.”

"On that we are certainly Agreed."

by **Haja-Mishu** » Sun Feb 03, 2019 2:39 pm

The Šar was at a window table eating dinner with is friends at a rooftop Acadien bistro just outside the central governmental district of the city. They were discussing current events both domestic and international. “My dad, peacefully may he rest, saved this nation’s economy and made it into a real power on the world stage, it’s no secret I owe my election to him. However, I need a legacy of my own as well, this whole ‘son of a national hero’ thing isn’t sufficient. The Immortal Concordat is legacy, and now, the Kusarikku Canal as well.” provlaimed the Šar. “You hear about the Kezani seizing that island to the west of the canal? Seems real fishy to me.” Exclaimed one of the Šar’s friends. “Oh, it’s certainly a response to our sudden expansionism, the seizure of the Meridian isthmus for a canal and subsequent building of something the media calls a ‘megabase’ on a small island to the immediate east of it would stir up any nation, but it’s fine, the Kezani are a logical folk, if we aren’t provocative than they’ll leave us be.” “Speaking of the Kezani, what are we going to do about the predicament between the Ibexians, Kezani, and Acadiens?” “Ah, that a bit of a tough topic, the Kezani and Ibexians have agreed to come over here for a summit to work things out, as there’s a mutual understanding that a war would benefit neither party in this situation. I only hope that the whole Canal and Island Fortress thing won’t sour the Kezanis’ attitude towards coming over here, I’ll admit, we could have had better timing with that.” the Šar conceded. A short male server, Acadien by the accent, walked over to the table. “Care for some Merlot, Monsieurs?” “Of course!” Each of them said smiling. “The Acadien looked down at their glasses, “What? You expect me to serve you wine in…. Zombi Glasses?! Mon Dieu! I must get the wine glasses!” Šar Arotex’s eyes were wide open as he had a look of annoyance as he suddenly grabbed the server’s hand before he could turn away “Just gimme the wine ya snooty fuck.” The Šar grabbed the wine bottle and filled his zombie glass to the brim, before gulping almost half of it down. “I suggest you get more wine and fill my friends up.” The server skulked away, muttering more than a few insults in French. The table continued to talk for a few minutes before a phone call drove the Šar to the restaurant's balcony. “The preparations are prepared.” said an ancient crackly voice, it was the voice of Šammat Dubar, a horrible old crone responsible for the breakdowns of countless government interns. Only reason the hadn’t been sacked was because people feared what she’d do to them. “Yes, ma’am, now all we do is wait for our guest to arrive.”

The city was now prepared for its guests.

by **Nouvel Acadie** » Thu Feb 14, 2019 7:26 pm

Military Command Center, Gaspé

By right, General Chausseur should have been in an assisted living home. But the events on the world stage – the Roman bombing of Bayonne, the international scramble for Gespe/Soissons, the eruption of events in Meridia – had awakened something deep inside the General’s soul. While he still relied on a cane on better days, and a walker on more difficult ones, the man was still as sharp as a tack, and his military acumen was unparalleled. A rarity in the modern world, he was an expert in both military tactics and political intrigue – and he intended on exercising everything in his arsenal in what he saw as the final war of his lifetime in Meridia.

And yet, Chausseur was experienced enough to know not to rely on his own ability, but to assemble a team to carry out a complicated plan. And this, in Meridia, just might have been the most complicated diplomatic-military initiative in Acadien history. On the eve of execution, he called together his staff, a special force assembled specifically for the Meridian Operation.

“Gentlemen…and ladies," he added, in a nod to some of the female staff – “I need a final update on each of your tasks. Diego is on his way to Shurayu, and everything needs to be in place. Where are we?”

One by one, the staff gave their reports.

“Dominique Anglade, 2nd Fleet Coordination. General Krishlova has been notified to cease any mission activity in Soissons, and to ready l’Araignée d’Eau for possible redeployment away from Rome. She is awaiting further orders from this command. I assume we will want to route her through the west, approaching Meridia via Oceanion….”

The General interrupted. “No. Give her orders to immediately withdraw all assets and rendez-vous with l’Aigle Noir off of Greyhaven. She is to wait there for further orders. I have been advised that Drekhi has joined the negotiations there, and if we can obtain access to Substance N, we will use it in Meridia. And Krishlova will be the carrier.”

“Substance…N, Sir?” Anglade replied nervously.

“Yes. It’s a brutal weapon, I know..." He explained to rest of the staff..."It was developed by Drekhi in our old Picardie territories, after the Shimazu Invasion. It may be quite effective against Ibex. I hope not, but if it comes to that, we will be ready.”

“Next?”

“Monsef Derraj, 5th Fleet Coordination, Sir. The plans currently call for three main incursions: First is a serious carpet-bombing of the City of Ibex and surroundings by our 60 fighter jets, currently stationed in the Meridian Security Zone. They have made full preparations and are ready to initiate the mission upon notice from HQ, although they are under serious pressure by the Ibexian forces there. Second, our land troops have amassed at La Passerelle, which the Ibexians refer to as Barren. They are prepared to provide surface support to Aurum with a direct assault on enemy positions around Roe. Between the subterranean Aurumite forces and our land-based troops, Roe should be completely liberated and secure within 48 hours of orders.”

The General asked, “what size force do we have there?”

Derraj responded, “We have 40,000 land troops and 30 K-2 Back Panther Tanks, Sir. All troops have been supplemented with ground-based missile operations.”

“Excellent – what else?”

“Well, Sir, the naval situation has grown untenable. We need to crash the blockade, and open up Grande-Ile to sea traffic again. We recommend a direct attack on Haliburton’s fleet. With five aircraft carriers at our disposal, we should be able to make quick work of his operation. We had hoped our presence would force Ibex to negotiate, but so far they have held their position.”

“So…Land, Air, and Sea, eh?” replied the General. “Carpet-bombing of Ibex, a land invasion of Roe, and a naval assault on the Ibexian fleet.”

He thought a moment, and then added, “Commence operations. Now.”

“Yes Sir, Derraj responded.

“I mean right now,” the General emphasized. "You are excused. Launch the missions immediately.”

“Yes Sir!,” Derraj replied, as he rose from his seat and scurried into the Ops Center.

“Next, Monsieur Marrisal,” the General asked, “What news on the Diplomatic fronts?”

“Well Sir, it’s been active to say the least. We have dusted off the Western Economic Union Treaty, and noted that the only remaining signatories are Nouvel Acadie, the Frezko Islands, and, ironically, Cervidas & Ibex – signed by Serac himself. Since this new permutation of Cervidas and Ibex is claiming to be the ‘heir’ to the right to its historical territories, then it only follows that they should be held to their historic treaties. But whether they embrace the treaty or not, Frezko should. The WEU treaty called for mutual economic cooperation…which may figure in any negotiations – as well as joint military defense. We are asking the Frezko Islands to honor their commitment to the treaty in joining with us against the Ibexian aggression.

Oceanion has already published a statement in support of our position. We have asked Harris Vmon, their former Prime Minster and husband to Duchess Isabelle d’Orleans, to contact Gretchen Greene to ask for naval assistance.

Similarly, Asgareth has committed to our position as well. Jacques de Guise will be speaking with the Imperiali at the wedding of his son to Jacques’ sister Iona, and we are hoping for military hardware assistance if not direct intervention.

Our newest Duke, the Shurayu Namtar dol Zorudef, has agreed to intercede on our behalf with the Shurayu. Since they are hosting the Peace Talks, we are hoping he can prevail upon them to lean just a little stronger on the Acadien side. We have also offered the use of Isle Montpensier as a staging area for Shurayu’s construction of the new meridian canal to sweeten the deal.

And finally, we have initiated a somewhat unorthodox mission…” Marrisal appeared a bit nervous revealing this last diplomatic effort.

“As you know, the Friendlys have established a viable base in Meridia, and it would be advantageous to make sure they do not tip the scales towards Ibex. There were only two individuals we could think of who might be able to engage with them…Nahgeesha, whose whereabouts are currently unknown…and Qimbiji.”

“You mean that weird spiritual guru from Tol Brandir? The one who served as Interpreter at the Royal Council?, asked the General.

“Yes, Sir. That Qimbiji. I know she is difficult, and appears to hold no loyalties to anyone, but she is the one person who can communicate effectively with the Friendlys, and she does have the gravitas of being a staff member of the Royal Council. We feel it is critical to at least establish the connection, and….”

“You’re right,” the General interjected. “I agree…good work, Marrisal.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, General, as we have already dispatched her to the Friendly’s base in Meridia. She should be there by tomorrow morning.”

“Fine then,” the General concluded. “We are in good shape. As we speak, Diego de Castillo is on a jet on his way to Shurayu for the talks. Everyone be on high alert, as any of our missions may need to be modified or abandoned entirely, depending on what happens at those talks. Godspeed to all.”

by **Frezko Islands** » Thu Feb 14, 2019 9:42 pm

[cancelleria.gov.fz] - [Ministero degli Affari Esteri Fresgo]
[English version of: Informazioni sulla situazione nel centro di Meridia]

About the situation in central Meridia / Winter, Year 10 (3rd Charter) – Frizch government statement

Due to the recent events surrounding the Meridian continent, it has come to our attention that two of the members of the Western Economic Union, a body originally created with the intent of bringing a peaceful and cooperative environment between its signatories and the region in general, have fallen into a state of territorial disputes and war between each other. Over the past decade, the former territories that comprised Cervidas and Ibex had turned into anarchic lands, where the government was absent while millions of people died and suffered without a chance for justice, however, we recognize the recent efforts to remediate this situation and installing a new state. The Frizch government, considering the procedure to follow on an event of this magnitude was not established in the original treaty, considers the status of the treaty as suspended for the time being. Accounting for the aforementioned facts about the decadent state of the Cervidian territory up to this year, and the royal union’s past diplomatic relations with Nouvel Acadie, remembering their support for the Frizch government on its overseas territory of Orientale in eastern Archon, we recognize the Acadien claims on the north of Cervidas.Nevertheless, we firmly believe that this conflict must stop and be for it to be resolved in a peaceful manner.

The Frizch embassies in Meridia will continue to work to provide assistance to fellow citizens living in those countries, defending the interests of Frizch companies, and staying in touch with democratic organizations and movements that consult our country.

by **Haja-Mishu** » Fri Feb 22, 2019 4:51 pm

The massive aircraft that was the PM's personal transport, the CI-1 Cormorant circled the city for several minutes before it was cleared to land at the international airport outside of Shuraya. The plane itself was massive with a wingspan almost as long as a Soccer field. Around it, a dozen Commonwealth fighters dotted the skies like a swarm of hornets protecting their nest. The fighters were the newest the Commonwealth had in its arsenal, the F-24 Tomcat III. Its appearance at this event was half escort, half political muscle flexing. As a statement, it said that the commonwealths were not to be underestimated as a minor power, but were an equal to the larger nations of the region.

After landing the Prime Minister, other diplomats and associated staff were confronted by a black 1970 Ford Torino convertible with red flames on the sides. The chauffeur was was a middle-aged man in his late 40s-early 50s. He held a cigar in his mouth and had multiple other pre-lit cigars on the center console of the car. One would think this was for another group but surely enough the chauffeur held a sign out for the Ibexian delegation. They were rushed into the car and it proceeded to fly down the highway, going well above the speed limit and breaking every traffic law, this gave the delegation a chance to see parts of the city however, high overpasses held up by masterfully carved marble statues, and tunnels with their walls and ceilings carved with intricate designs depicting Shurayu symbology. Buskers could be heard from every street and many of the apartment balconies along the highways smelled of homecooked Shurayu barbecue. The radio blasted old Shurayu Metal all the while, only adding to the effect of the ride. Soon enough, the Car drifted to a curb in front of an old spire, probably older than half the nations in the Charter. They were walked into an elevator and found themselves in a large stone chamber. Before them was a rectangular table on a platform before them. In the center sat the Shar (High Doge) of the country, to his left was Zesaum Dorkiperuda, the Foreign Affairs Minister, and to his right was one other than Annunit Shala dol Aralu, First Emissary of Shuraya. Other than them there were interns and low-ranking officials to clutter the room along with guards and the odd stoic Noctish Commissar to observe. It seemed each person in the room had a weapon on them. the delegation from Auruum entered from the opposite side, having a similar experience to the Ibexians. The Shar was the first to speak, his voice strangely calm. “Allû Ur-Āl Pānānū, Ba'ūlu Āl Dārū, Bitrû Āl Mašrû Mīn, Šubtu Atrahasis, Āl Ba'ūlu Ēkallū, Mūšub Ilū Wapû, Banû Ma Abūnāši, Ur-Ba'ūlu Aban Bālti Abrātu, U Gummur Bīrtu Ur-Šūrāyu.” he declared ritualistically, “Welcome to Shuraya, please make yourselves comfortable, and let justice prevail.”

by **Auruum** » Mon Feb 25, 2019 6:45 pm

The Orc Trade-Princess lounged in a chair, nursing a glass of...something strong...she had forgotten at this point. Being among the Big Six was stressful in itself, ruling over niche markets, maintaining businesses, managing corporations, and all without factoring in issues of the state and politics. The Economy flowed at the Big Six’s whims and the State was an added list of priorities and responsibilities on top of it all.

Between the Armax Arsenal Arena’s tournament, the administration and organization of Ratchet Bay and Bilgewater, and now attending peace talks with the renewed Commonwealth. She had prepared her arguments and anticipated the counter arguments. Her entourage selected to help represent Aurum’s interests as well as the Imperium. Vittra, the military Governor, advisor, and symbol of Valyrien’s presence in Aurum would be joining her and the talks. The treaty of Skai Kûtot clearly stated that Aurum would be considered Valyrien’s Territory, so not only had the Commonwealth invaded Aurum, but by extension, the Imperium as well.

She smiled around the last of her cigarette, She was sure they’d enjoy hearing that little detail.

Crushing the butt and the last remnants of embers in the ash tray she’d hum and looked over some more paper work. Nouvel Acadie had invited themselves to the peace talks, Sending none other than the Duke, Diego Cortés de Castillo. A second smile crossed her features, she’d enjoyed their conversation. Gadgetzan, being so close to Cervidas, enjoyed profitable trade between the two territories, Casinos and luxuries, businesses small and large. All fueled by the raw resources Cervidas shipped to Gadgetzan for refining and then sold right back. She, of course, wished the reunion was under better circumstances but was glad to have a chance to speak with him once more. His charm and sharp wit would surely come in handy in bringing the Commonwealth to heel.

She’d sigh and look out the window as the Shurayu island home drifted into view from beneath a cloud. The airship soon making it’s decent. Unlike the Ibexian delegates, Aurum let the airship alone do most of the flexing. Only two UAVs escorted the flying fortress to it’s destination on the ground, Draga, Vittra, And an assortment of Mostly Orc security, a single Troll mage and a couple Goblin assistants disembarked the aircraft. The Trade-Princess, Military Governor, mage, And Assistants rode in the provided transport, their security meanwhile rode in their own vehicles from the cargo hold. Draga would help herself to one of the pre-lit cigars, enjoying the scenic view of the Shurayan homeland. When they finally reached the meeting room, Draga and her entourage of visibly armed, well dressed security, assistants and aid strode in like they owned the place. A small bow of the head was extended to the High Doge before Draga’s red eyes scanned across the room towards the Ibexian delegation. Her smile returned to her face shortly before her half smoked cigar did.

“Thank you for graciously hosting us, Honored High Doge, The Plutocracy is grateful for your generous hospitality.” The Orc woman said, approaching the table, entourage in tow, before taking a seat. Crimson eyes staring down the Commonwealth agents with a challenging gleam.

by **Nouvel Acadie** » Mon Jul 29, 2019 5:35 pm

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
ROYAL PALACE
GASPÉ, NOUVEL ACADIE

General Rémy Chausseur, Commandant of the Combined Armed Forces of Royaume, announced today that the allied forces of Nouvel Acadie and Auruum have declared victory in the hostilities in Meridia.

"I am pleased to report," the General began, "that the hostile forces that had held Grande Ile captive and occupied Auruumite territory have been repelled and defeated. The people of Grande Ile have been liberated from the illegal blockade that surrounded the island,and order is being quickly restored.

I am happy to announce that the Royaume has taken specific, proactive steps to provide for the increased security of the entire region. We have this day occupied the Island of Gault and secured the White Pass, guaranteeing safe passage for commerce in the southern hemisphere. This action, combined with the construction of the new southern Meridian Canal by our friends in Haja Mishu, creates an opportunity for significant economic development in an area that has lagged behind much of the world for decades. In addition, our forces in the Meridian Security Zone have defeated the ground forces assembled against us, and proceeded northward, capturing and securing the city of Ibex."

According to sources at the Palace, immediate administrative changes for the region are being implemented by Queen Marie-Collette de Gaspé. Among these are establishing the west coast of Meridia, currently the Autonomous Region of Torshavn, as a full Duchy under the leadership of Yohanna, Dronnig af Yolki, as Duchess.The entire eastern coast will be administered by Diego Cortes de Castillo, whose duchy will absorb the previous Duchy of Montpellier. For the near-term, the military will maintain administration over the newly occupied territories of the White Pass and Meridien Security Zone.

Meridian Crisis (IC, SC Only)

Meridian Crisis (IC, SC Only)

Meridian Security Zone Established

About the situation in central Meridia

Meridian Crisis Ends

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