The Democratika Roleplay Forum (RETIRED)

by **Candanadium** » Tue Feb 05, 2019 12:35 am

Please disregard this thread, as it is no longer in use due to a hostile takeover of the Democratika.

This is the new Democratika roleplay forum. Please make sure that you have a spot on the map and that you have read the roleplay R&G before starting the roleplay. The starting date is January 1, 1940, and one month of real life time corresponds to one year in RP time. The Minister of Roleplay and other officers reserve the right to void any posts at any time for any reason. If you wish to void one of your old posts, please telegram the Minister of Roleplay (myself).

Only residents of the Democratika with a spot on the Democratikan Roleplay Map should reply to this thread.

The Roleplay R&G

The map

by **Candanadium** » Tue Feb 05, 2019 5:57 am

New Konigstadt Jousting Grounds, January 1, 1940, 14th year of the reign of King William III von Magnar

"By decree of His Majesty, William of House Magnar, Third of His Name, King of Candanadium, Defender of the Dominion, and Shield of the True North, the Great Tourney of 1940 is now open!" The herald cried, reading from a scroll. The crowd burst into thunderous applause as the King rose from his throne on the dais and waved.

The King was an old man, nearing sixty or so. His silvery-gold hair had started turning grey, and his great beard had flecks of white in it. However, the King's eyes were still as piercing as ever. He had the striking pale blue eyes of House Magnar, which was the one trait all of them shared. His was the blood of the Kanadiaans, the first men to walk this frozen continent.

The sounds of the crowd was suddenly broken by a tremendous roar from above, as a squadron of fighters from the Royal Candanadian Air Force flew past, spreading trails of white and blue. They were the pride of Candanadium and the newest addition to the armed forces, the C-39 Scorpion fighter, armed with two .30 caliber machine guns and one 20mm cannon on the nose. The sound of the propellers were deafening, drowning out the sounds of the crowd.

"Your Majesty, will you be entering the lists today?" Asked Lord Brian von Eisenschild. Lord Eisenschild was a young man of twenty-three, having recently inherited Eisenschild Hall from his father.

"You humour me, Lord Eisenschild. The King is too old and fat for such follies." King William chuckled. "Surely you will not disappoint us?"

"I do hope not, Your Majesty. I am scheduled to ride against Sir Wiriamu Shiro, of the Imperial Guard of Amurria. They say he is the best swordsman in the Amurrian Isles."

"Good thing you're riding against him, then. I would hate to see our beloved Lord Eisenschild murdered in a melee." Another lord quipped. Lord Eisenschild laughed loudly, but was interrupted by the trumpets sounding.

"Sir Christopher Schmidt, Knight of the Order of the Flame, known as Sir Christopher the True." Sir Christopher appeared at one end of the lists, mounted on a small horse. His armour was plain, but it was good steel. The Order of the Flame was a lesser knightly order, created by the priests and priestesses of the Red God. There were four champions in this tourney, Prince Herman von Magnar, the Prince of Summerhall, Prince Henry von Magnar, the Crown Prince, Sir Gerold van Magnar, of the Magnars of Old Konigstadt, and Lord Willem von Wagner, who had come all the way down to the capital from his seat at Nordport-by-Ice. Lord Willem was a good friend of the Crown Prince, having served together in the Candanadian Army. The four champions could be challenged by any knight, and if they were unhorsed, they would relinquish their position as champion to their opponent. The joust would continue until one champion remained. The grand prize was fifty thousand marks, as well as a knighthood in the Order of the Maple, the oldest knightly order of Candanadium.

Sir Christopher pointed towards the shield on the right, with two maple leaves on a field of white, bordered by blue. The personal emblem of the Prince of Summerhall.

"Prince Herman von Magnar, Prince of Summerhall and Knight of the Order of the Maple, come forth and prove your valour." The herald announced as the Prince of Summerhall emerged at one end of the lists, clad in a fine suit of silver plate, with a maple leaf on the top of his helmet. He raised a gauntleted hand and waved to the crowd. He rode around the lists, blowing kisses and waving at the crowd, before his squire handed him a twelve-foot long jousting lance and another squire strapped his heavy oaken shield to his left arm, with his two maple leaves. Sir Christopher did the same, except his shield was emblazoned with a red flame, on a field of black. The two rode before the king, raised their visors, and dipped their lances, before riding back to the end of the lists. The herald's trumpet sounded again, and the field was silent, save for the sound of heavy hooves striking the earth as the two men charged towards each other, lances couched.

Suddenly, a great crack resounded throughout the field. Prince Herman's lance was snapped in two, and Sir Christopher had lost his seat, tumbling to the mud. His horse galloped to the end of the lists, and was taken by a squire. Prince Herman dismounted, and helped his opponent up.

"Well struck." Lord Eisenschild exclaimed.

"The poor boy had no chance, going against Herman." The King shook his head. "Still, there is honour in being unhorsed by a prince of the blood."

"If you will excuse me, Your Majesty, I must prepare for my joust." Lord Eisenschild stood up.

"You have my leave, my lord. I wish you good fortune. Make Candanadium proud."

"That I will, Your Majesty. That I will."

by **Rostokia** » Tue Feb 05, 2019 6:28 am

Zanderberg City,
January 1940.

The New Year begins. Rostokians begin going to work once again, carrying on with their daily lives. In the Main District of Zanderberg City, the roads are crowded with cars and people alike. People of all backgrounds, skin colour and Socio-Economic Status are seen in the City. The Newly introduced City Tram System is packed with commuters. At the same time, Military Trucks Carrying Rostokian Soldiers pass by City Hall. City Hall is the name for the building that houses the members of the Government. It was built in 1843, and still stands to this day. Rostokian Construction workers are seen building one of the country's newest skyscrapers, The Springbok Plaza. Around 13 Million Rondels were spent to build this megastructure, and 10,000 people were sent to construct it.

President Casmond Wellington takes a casual walk around the nearby Park, a place that he truly enjoys being at. The patrons at the park simply give him a small gesture of waving their hands at him, as they know that the President takes his regular walks at the Park. Undercover Police officers are scattered across the Area in order to keep watch on the President.

Meanwhile, back in the Government Building, the Chiefs of the Defence Forces are planning on a Large Military Operation on Zeon Island. The Zeon Islands became a War zone after a group of people who claim to "Zeon Separatists" Launched an Armed Assault on the Local Military Garrison.

Zeon Island Garrison,
That same day,
January 1940

GA-1 Artillery Guns begin firing a barrage of shells on enemy positions in the nearby mountains. From what was a small insurgency, erupted into a full scale Island-Wide War when the Rebel Army expanded to 40,000 Soldiers in size. From victories they achieved, the Rebels were able to acquire Tanks, Armoured Cars and even Aircraft. The Insurgency got so bad, the President declared Martial law in the region and deployed a Military and Police Task Force to quell the Insurgency.

400 Rostokian Infantrymen begin moving up on enemy positions. Armed with RAR-40 Rifles and RSMG-39 Submachine Guns, they charge up the hill while blind-firing. The Rebel Forces are unable to stop the assault due to the amount of supplies they lost during the Artillery Bombardment.

Back in the Docks, 1,200 Rostokian Soldiers arrive to help relief the Exhausted Soldiers. In total, the Rostokian Defence Forces have lost a total of 1,000 Soldiers against the Rebels. The new Military Operation is said to take place in February, which was planned to officially eliminate the rebels.

Zanderberg City,
The Same day.

The Rostokian Government begins plans to construct a Major Port in Coast Town City.

"Hey, this plan is pretty Ambitious."

"Yeah, I don't even know if this is a good idea."

"We got an Insurgency going on in Zeon island, Those Damn rebels may end up exploiting the Port."

"Nah, It'll be guarded by the Navy. Plus, the Military is about to launch a Major offensive Next Month in order to officially get rid of the rebels."

The Project is planned to be finished by 1943.

by **Amurrria** » Tue Feb 05, 2019 6:52 am

International Airport "New Hope", Amuru, Empire of Amurria, 20th December 1939

"Hurry up, we're gonna miss the departure." said Takeru as he grabbed Otome's hand, pulling her after him as they ran towards the docking station. They were preparing to board the Amurrian aeroshi "Rising Sun", which is set to leave for New Konigstadt, carrying the Emperor of Amurria, and the most important nobles of the country, as spectators to the tourney in Candanadium. The aeroshi was almost 400 meters long, and able to carry over 200 people. But this one was special, used only by the nobility for special occasions such as this.

"I'm coming!" she said rushing after him. They could see the aeroshi from the outskirts of the city, it was docked at the International Airport, on it's sides painted the coat of arms of the United Kingdom. A large group of people gathered around the gates of the airport, together with journalists and members of the local police force. There was barely any snow on the ground, it was a warm winter. The streets of the capital were paved with stone, and vehicles roamed them endlessly, choking out their dark smoke, which began gathering above the city.

All of the most important nobles were already aboard the ship, but the less important ones, Takeru and Otome included, were yet to arrive. They can owe their high status within the Amurrian nobility to their parents. Takeru's father was a commoner, who joined the Imperial Guard in 1930, and was a close friend of the Emperor, thus gaining the noble status. Sadly, he died in 1938, during an accident aboard the plane he was flying in, towards Koria. His mother died giving birth to him. His father's status transfered over to his son, who is to begin military training when he will become 18. Otome's situation is more favorable, as her family was related to the lord of Amuru, and her father was, too, a member of the Imperial Guard. Takeru spent most of his time together with her, as her family was tasked with housing him while his father was away.

"Is this the airport?" She asked, as she looked at the huge amount of people sitting on the sides of the road, and flashy cars entered the gates of the building. Soldiers of the Imperial Guard were guarding the gate.

"Yea, this is it. We will finally see the outside world. Excited?" He asked smiling, as they began walking slowly towards the gate.

"Very." She replied, walking by his side. The guard looked at them and asked:

"Who are you?" as he extended his hand, expecting the identification documents.

"Takeru Shirogane, and by my side is Otome Kagami." He said as he handed the two small handbooks which contained all the information needed to confirm their identity.

"You're alright. Go on." He handed them back the documents and they began running towards the aeroshi docking port. When seen from up close, the ship looked like a metal giant, proudly bearing the Coat of Arms of Amurria on it's hull. It was their first flight aboard such an aircraft, but they heard they are pretty silent, and luxurious. When they got aboard, they were showed the way to their quarters, a relatively small room with two beds, and a window. Their baggages were already there, ready to be opened. Soon the airship began taking off, and in a few minutes was already moving away from the capital.

"The view is really great." Otome said.

"Yea, it sure is. Let's go see the ship, shall we? We got three days in the sky."

"Sure, let's go."

by **Adryia** » Tue Feb 05, 2019 2:13 pm

A.J.C Train Station
1940

Samuel was waiting to get on a train from where he was, Buenio, to Neu Vieano, the nation's capital. then a plane to Amuru. He was walking to his train in the train station when his stomach rumbled. "Seems my stomach needs some food before the train and the flight." Samuel would think. Then he would look to his left and to his right, to look for food. He would then get up and walk over to a Hen Sui restaurant. He would have eaten halfway through his meal when, suddenly, one of the employees went up to him.

"Sir, would you like any of our desserts?" the employee, telling by his nametag, goes by David. David would hand Samuel a menu of the varieties of desserts they have. Samuel's stomach seems as if telling him to say yes. "Uh, sure!" Samuel would reply. He would spend a good minute looking at the varieties of desserts and decides on the 'Chococherry Blast'. "Uh, may I have the 'Chococherry Blast' please?" Samuel would ask. "Sure thing, anything else?" David would ask. "Nope, I am good." Samuel would reply. "Thank you, and here is your check." David would hand Samuel a packet with the Adryian flag on it, and inside is a mint and the receipt, which was unsigned, and a pen. Samuel would take the pen out of the packet, then to sign the receipt.

David would come back, with a box that contained Samuel's desert. Samuel had eaten the mint and had the packet and the receipt, inside the packet was a pile of Quas, and David would take the packet, with the credit card and receipt. David would hand Samuel the box containing the dessert in it, and smiled. "Here you go, sir!" David would say to Samuel. "Thank you!" Samuel would open the box and look at the delicious dessert in it. The frosting, would reflect the ceiling lights, and sparkled. the cherry syrup, would drip off of the slice of cake, and the cherry, was glimmering. The crust was crunchy-looking, and the best part, the chocolate cream inside of the cake, Samuel could look at it and notice it's prestige over the rest of the slice of cake. The chocolate cream looked welcoming, and it gives Samuel the message of 'Come and take a bite!'. Samuel ate it, enjoyed it, and David came back. Samuel thanked him, got out of his chair, and left, satisfied, and ready to ride the train.

Samuel was waiting in line, holding his train ticket. The person taking up the tickets asked Samuel; "To Neu Vieano, right?" The ticket man would ask Samuel. "Yes, sir." Samuel would reply. "Well, welcome aboard!" The ticket man gestured Samuel onto the train. Samuel rode the train for an hour and a half when the train stopped.

Neu Vieano
1940

"Welcome to Neu Vieano!" A voice through the intercom shouts, when Samuel looks out the window. He notices how many buildings there are, and that they look modern, considering that it was 1940. Samuel went by the tallest building in Adryia, and he gaped at it's size. The intercom voice spoke once again. "This, everyone, is the Andrew J. Cuomo State Building!" the voice would shout.Samuel heard a bunch of cheers on the train.

Samuel got off the train, thanked the Engineer, and left the train station. He called a taxi, and rode to the J.R.W airport, to get on a flight to go to Amuru, Amurria. Samuel waited in a line for fifteen minutes, collected his plane ticket, and went on to find his flight.

by **Candanadium** » Wed Feb 06, 2019 6:39 am

Parliament Hill, New Konigstadt, Candanadian Capital Region (CCR)

"Mr. Chancellor, the newsreel crew are here." Maxime Bernier turned around to see the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ethan Wagner, standing at the door, with two cameramen hauling in a giant recorder. Lord Maxime van Bernier was the Lord of the Northern Isles, and the Chancellor of Candanadium. He was in his last year of office, having been elected in 1935. He was an old friend of the royal family, having served alongside Prince Herman von Magnar in the Royal Candanadian Marine Corps. The King trusted him to run Privy Council sessions in his absence, and had even considered making him an honourary member of House Magnar, though Maxime had turned down the offer. Traditionally, he held fealty to Lord Eisenschild, but the King had elevated his house's status, and now he only had to swear fealty directly to the crown, though his was still a minor house. Maxime, however, did not care much for his lordship, preferring to drop the "van" in his name.

He had planned this address for a week. It was going to be a historic moment for Candanadium. He was announcing the creation of the New Konigstadt Pact, a multinational military alliance based in New Konigstadt.

"Mr. Chancellor, we're rolling."

"Good evening. I, Chancellor Maxime Bernier, on behalf of His Majesty, King William III von Magnar, would like to announce the creation of a multinational military alliance named the NKP, or New Konigstadt Pact. I hereby invite any nation who is interested in joining this alliance to New Konigstadt to discuss terms on the alliance and membership status. The purpose of the New Konigstadt Pact is to form a mutual defence agreement against any hostile powers that may pose a threat to global security, and thus, any nation who lacks the capability to defend their sovereignty will benefit greatly from joining our cause. Thank you, and good night." The camera crew turned the camera off, and Maxime walked back up to his office, pulled out a pen, and began writing.

To His Majesty, Emperor Yatamo of Amurria,

Your Majesty, I hope you are enjoying your time in New Konigstadt. Winters here can be harsh. I trust you have enjoyed the tournament? By now, you should have received news of the formation of the New Konigstadt Pact. I am writing to personally invite the nation of Amurria to join the NKP, seeing as yourself and your court are already in New Konigstadt. Our nations have historically been great allies, and it is my intention that we renew our historic alliance with the signing of a formal treaty. The Chancellor also wishes to discuss the possibility of purchasing one of your Aeroshi for experimentation in the Royal Candanadian Air Force, as well as sending Candanadian pilots to Amurria in order to learn how to pilot an Aeroshi. I hope to hear back from you soon. Please, enjoy your time in New Konigstadt.

Regards,
William of House Magnar, Third of His Name, King of Candanadium, Defender of the Dominion, and Shield of the True North

Royal Seal of Candanadium

Maxime took out an envelope and pushed the letter inside.

"Alice? I have a letter which requires His Majesty's signature and seal. Deliver it to him immediately." He called to his secretary.

"Very well, Mr. Chancellor. Will you be attending the tournament today?"

"Yes, I think I shall. Please fetch me my hat and coat."

by **Vincere Terrae** » Wed Feb 06, 2019 10:59 am

Citizen #A-27123's Daily Log
Day 1, January 1st, 1940

I am Citizen #A-27123, I have a real name but we don't use those much around here. I am 24 and a resident of Vincere Terrae (V.T). Where do I begin? I've been meaning to start a daily log for a while now. I figured yesterday, on new year's eve, would be a good day to purchase one. It feels appropriate to start the new year with a record of my thoughts and activities. I'll start with my daily routine.

This morning was like any other. Well...I suppose every morning is like any other. That's the way things work here. Like everyone else, I follow a strict schedule. I wouldn't dare show up late to work. That would be suicide. That reminds me, I'm a factory worker. Just like everyone else I know. I was assigned this job from birth.

My alarm woke me at 5 am. For breakfast I had one serving size of V.T brand mandated rations. I then put on my work uniform, which was tagged with "Worker #A-27123". That's what everyone knows me by. I then combed my hair to fit 'Approved Hairstyle #26'. Normally I go for 'Approved Hairstyle #18' but I thought I'd switch things up today. I walked out the door of my apartment to catch the bus.

The sky was grey. The smog made it hard to see the sun. I miss the sun's rays. I remember when I was a child the sun being out was a common occurrence. It's rays were warm and comforting. It made the sky look bluer and the grass greener. That was before the factories went up in my district. The sun can be seen so rarely now. Sometimes it's hard to believe it still exists. For all I know it only exists on those rare days. I would have no way of knowing if the sun was really there, behind the endless clouds of smog and smoke.

When my bus arrived, I showed the armed officer my ID badge and took a seat next to one of the other civilians. I sat by the window. I enjoy looking at the streets passing by, it's better than looking at the dull grey interior of the bus or glancing at the armed guard at the front of the bus staring me down. Bus windows are magical in a sense. Looking out the window is like getting a taste of freedom from the containment of the bus. How I would love to travel the streets on my own time and own terms, and take in the city views. Maybe some day, but until then a window will have to do. My bus had arrived. I departed the bus and was escorted to my position inside.

The factories produced weapons. And lots of them. Guns of numerous variants and sizes. Our leader evidently likes war. I've been assigned to work in the factories for nearly 10 years now. In the time I've had this job, I've seen and aided in the making of many weapons. Many of which have likely seen combat. The thought that something I helped make with my own hands will someday bring an end to people's lives fills me with dread. I am the indirect cause of who knows how many deaths. I try not to think about it all that much though. Thinking is dangerous around here. People who think too much in Vincere Terrae are never heard from again. It's not wise to have a mind of your own when you live here.

The work at the factory was the same like every day. Sore hands, aching back, and throbbing eardrums. The labor is hard enough without being shouted at by your superior the whole time. Somehow I still manage. I wish there was a way out, but I know that any chance of change is close to impossible. Maybe some day things will be different, but until then, I'll have to be content with this.

I don't really know what life is like outside of Vincere Terrae. I hear rumors that other countries have more freedom. I'm not exactly sure what that means though. Freedom to do what exactly? That word gets tossed around a lot between workers at the factory, but I don't have a good idea of what it means to them. I know what freedom technically means, the dictionary defines it as the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action. It sounds nice to live in a nation with more of this, but I don't have a clue exactly what people have the "freedom" to do. At the very least, it gives me something to think about to pass the time.

Now that I have given it more thought, I doubt that I will write another entry for many days to come. Not unless something interesting or significant occurs. Most days are like this one. It would be a waste of paper to drone on about this routine each and every day. Until then, it's back work.

by **Osarkian Federation** » Wed Feb 06, 2019 11:20 am

President holds a meeting with minister of economy:

"Minister, is it possible to feed Vincere Terrae's military with our production?"

The minister replied

"it is possible,but we will need to 'encourage' more modern farming techniques, as such some people still use people to cultivate farms, i request that we have government educators be sent around the country and teach farmers how to far with ox and other beasts of burden. For the larger farms we can also grant federally funded tractors and teach farmers how to use them properly, so that either way we can boost production."

President Ulbrich replies:

"How long should this take?"

"Depends, we have some animals for the smaller farms but we will need to import tractors from neighboring country's, i suggest we have a sort of lend lease program with Vincere Terrae, have him produce and give us tractors, and for a time receive food for free until the price of the tractors is paid off in food aid. After the price is paid off in aid, we will charge at normal price, heck maybe even discount it a little as they will be training our troops."

President Ulbrich dismisses the minister, and tells his secretary to send a telegram.

"And by the way, Mention that we would be glad to set up a joint naval base, on any of Osarkia's islands, We would also accept a join naval base on Vincere Terrae's land. Get 5,000 troops ready to sail off to west island. The first training's will probably be held there. Once there is a response tell me immediately."

by **Amurrria** » Wed Feb 06, 2019 2:58 pm

11th January 1940
By Shirogane Takeru

I don't know why I'm writing a journal, but I heard it helps clear your thoughts. So might as well go try and write one. Got nothing to lose either way.

11th January 1940, one day after the tourney in New Koningstadt ended. The Emperor, together with most of his advisors had to remain in the Candanadian capital, for "diplomatic reasons", but the rest were sent back to Amuru, so here I am, aboard the HIMAS "Rising Sun", on my way back to the Amurrian capital. It's 23:15, and I am not yet asleep. Otome is sleeping in her bed at the time of writing, so I got no one to talk to. The airship is silently drifting in the sky, but I can still hear the partying that goes on in the restaurant level downstairs. And they expect us to be asleep... I really cannot understand how she's able to sleep. I guess after a day almost endless roaming of the foreign nation's capital she must be tired. She dragged me through all the markets of the town.

To be honest, I'm happy she's here. We met when we were like seven or so, my father just got accepted into the Imperial Guard, and so I was sent to the Kagami household, a small noble house related to the lord of Amuru. Oh I still remember that day. We were silent for most of the time, and we kept staring at each other. Her parents left us alone in the house, together with their maid, Sayako. To this day I still think of her as my mother. She tried to get me and Otome to know each other, but failed almost hilariously, then left us to our own devices, without forcing us. After a few hours, I admit, I broke. The same silence that haunted my life in the past returned, so I walked up to her and finally said "Hi". Surprised, she did the same. While it still took us some time to really know each other, a week later we were already best friends. Although I don't know if you can say one of your few friends is your best friend. Either way, I stayed at her house most of the time, only leaving when my father was given free time, and that was rare.

We both went to the same school, orders given directly by the Emperor. I do not know how my father managed to be his friend, but he was. I used to see them joking casually, equal to equal, unlike the subject to ruler attitude the others had. Granted, when official business came into play, they were both as serious as possible. I often wandered as still wonder how, or rather why, did their friendship last so long. Back to the subject, even though I did go, and still go to school, as required, I barely made any friends. Not because I dislike them or anything, but I just feel like I don't need any more. At least I managed to make a friend in Candanadium, a native who helped me buy a coat. As Otome was looking around, we two introduced each other and began talking about the things we like, specifically we talked about the Aeroshi, the one in which we came, which could be seen from almost anywhere in the city. He told me he was scared when he saw it docking, but soon got used to seeing it. But he said his parents sure were thinking that Amurria was invading Candanadium.

I'm a mess at writing, I know. I begin with one idea, and end with another. We began from Otome, didn't we? The thing I like about her is how cheerful she is. Now, I ain't that dumb to think she really is like that, but if she's happy, I'm happy. Of course, she had moments when she slipped. One such moment was when her dog, Rex, died. Azura protect us, she could fill the entire Amurrian Sea with her tears. But a good cry once in a while is like a rain after a drought. She got over it in a week or so, but it's advisable to not bring up that subject up, lest you want a punch in your stomach. And believe me, I did get such a punch. Granted, it was for another thing entirely, but I did see her punch a classmate who tried to bully her for bringing that up. And people think us "noble's kids" are angels. I don't know if they do think that, but those who do are dumb.

Enough about her, let's talk about me. I was born on 6th of June 1924. My mother sadly died giving birth, and my father was as poor as you could imagine. We lived on the goodwill of the landlords, and that goodwill was pretty hard to earn, so my father was almost always working. I still do not remember the face of the one who took care of me while my dad was at work, I don't even know if it's a he or a she. But by the time I was four years old, my father was applying to work as a member of the Imperial Guard. He used to be a soldier, so he had an advantage over other candidates. It took him three years to be accepted, but during that time I entered the care of a state kindergarten. I was basically living there. I wasn't alone tho, and the staff did act well. Unlike the things I heard about other kindergartens from around the Empire. When I was seven, my father got accepted and I was sent to the Kagami household.

And as I stated before, there I met Otome. Even now I still live there, since I have no other home. But by now I'm family for them. I heard they'd even plan to marry me to her. Although I am not exactly opposed to the idea, I want to decide myself, and I don't want her to be forced into this. Ah, it's getting late, almost 23:50. Time sure went on while writing this journal. I really don't know if it will do me any good, but I guess it's better to keep a journal than do nothing. Now at least I have what to do during the boring nights. Guess I'll join her in her sleep.

Today is 11th of January 1940, soon 12th January. This is Shirogane Takeru's journal.

"Could work on a better ending note, or use no ending note." He thought as he closed the journal. "I gotta sleep either way."

He laid down in his almost solid bed, closed his eyes, and soon he was asleep.

by **Spayya** » Wed Feb 06, 2019 3:22 pm

Date & Time:
January 5th, 1940
4:00 PM

Location:
Imperial Palace, Improlica

Emperor Lanston, in his office of the 8th floor of his palace, room AA38, sits deep in his chair overlooking his great empire from the massive window on his northern wall. As he takes in the view, for it never gets old to him, he tries to relax after another long day of dealing with newly written policies, weekly reports from the handful of departments under him, and multiple telegrams from neighboring nations.

Thinking over his day, he didn’t hear his assistant tip toe in,

“Uhm, Sir?” She says nervously.

Lanston jumps in his seat.

“Oh, you scared me.” Lanston Replies.
“Sorry sir, please forgive me.”
“It’s fine, how can I help you?”
“I have the Secretary of Civilian Affairs outside.”
“What? Why? I don’t have a meeting with him do I?”
“No sir, this was last minute, he said it was important, should I let him in?”

Lanston looking at the time, notices its 10 after closing, impatiently tells the assistant to let him in. The Assistant opens the door and gestures him inside, she swiftly leaves the room and closes the door behind her, the only people in the room are Lanston and the Secretary.

“Hello Jonathan, what I can do for you?” Lanston asked.
“Good Afternoon sir, sorry I’m aware it’s closing time, but this couldn't wait”

Jonathan proceeds to open up his briefcase, the briefcase is passcode protected, as policy states all forms of transport of official documents, such as briefcases etc, should be locked and password protected. It takes Jonathan a second but he unlocks his case and pulls out a single piece of paper.

“It has come to my attention that the Civilian population of the Imperial State, gives you an approval rate of 32%.” He states.

Lanston was shocked.

“Are you aware why?” Lanston urges.
“Word got out about the corrupt General, sir” Jonathan Replies.

Lanston fell farther into his chair, shocked to hear the news.

About 2 days ago, Lanston was informed of a corrupt General in the Imperial Army, he was known to abuse his rank and powers over lower ranked officers and enlisted soldiers alike, using his powers for anything the general wanted, he was also known to hand out cruel punishment for small infractions. Military Policy states that, during wartime, an NCO or Officer alike can act as Judge and Jury of infractions in the Military and hand out punishment as they see fit, and currently the Imperial State was at a time of Peace, so the General is way out of line. The problem heightened when other generals of the same rank confronted him about his abusive actions. The generals reported to Lanston that he threatened to get them executed if they spoke out about him badly, and they believed him, as he was known for lining up insubordinate soldiers on a wall and ordering fire squads to kill them. The Emperor dealt with these dishonorable actions by relieving the General of his duties and sending him to a labor camp set aside for the worst criminals, the camp is at an undisclosed location in the western part of the Imperial State, the corrupt general was never seen again. Lanston apologized to all Enlisted, NCO, and Officers assigned under the General for his abuse and gave them all 15,000 credit bonuses as hush money. Hoping to keep this whole incident away from the public, apparently it didn't seem to work out, as the incident was leaked to the public.

“What shall you do Sir?” Jonathan Asks.
“I guess I’ll confront the public about this and confirm everything. Why did I even try and cover this all up in the first place, I should’ve just told them, dammit!”
“I think that would be best Sir.”
“While I’m doing that we should have a Cabinet Meeting about implementing a new policy”
“What type of policy are you thinking of sir?”
“A policy that states the Administration will be as transparent as possible in all official business, so that something like this never happens again, we will implement as many policies as we need too to make sure this is guaranteed. I can’t have the Spayyan people against me like this.”
“I agree Sir. I think that would restore Spayyas trust in you again.”
“First thing tomorrow, get everyone in room AA43, secretary”
“Will do Sir.”

The Night Ends and the Emperor Retreats to his quarters...

by **Saint Ryvern** » Wed Feb 06, 2019 7:07 pm

The Kilele's Private Quarters
Kituo, Ryvern
12:11 AM, January 1, 1940

Amaziah Tendaji, Kilele of the Unified Tribes, defender of the people and advocate for the downtrodden, a stalwart force in the ever-changing, mercurial landscape of national politics, is less than a minute away from reconnecting with his childhood passion for boxing. His mother, a caring, if not overly doting, woman signed him up for the activity when he was eight years old. It was twelve years prior to the turn of the century, calling boxing a certified "activity" may have been a stretch, but the coach, who had more pupils than teeth, spent years teaching Amaziah how to crumple his opponents with one blow while maintaining cool and level-headed. As a child, he had been very aggressive, getting into fights in muddy alleyways and in the rudimentary schoolhouse where he attended classes, and boxing helped him channel the rage that he felt into a more structured environment with less severe outcomes. He had sparred his way into a university scholarship, launching his political career after an orbital fracture left his sidelined for a considerable period of time, when he volunteered on the campaign of a residing representative in the Dhoruba. He continued to spar after that, not deterred by his history of injury, but had to stop in 1922 when he showed up to the assembly with his lip split and a gorgeous shiner. The Kilele at the time found it "improper" that a member of the most esteemed body in the nation, much less one of the members who directly represents the people, would engage in such a "barbarous and Northern" activity. Of course, Amaziah continued training as a boxer, but he traded human punching bags for ones full of sand. As his body aged and the skip in his step, the power behind his jab declined, this decision became a natural one, but the tough, calloused hands of the leader showed that he still punished gym equipment more often than the average Ryvernian.

Yet, 18 years after he was commanded to stop taking punches from people, Amaziah desperately wanted to clock his rambling Minister of Communication. As Kilele, it was Amaziah's job to appoint every minister to his cabinet, with his appointments approved and verified by the Dhoruba, in order to assure that they were a proper representation of the people's wishes. During his past decade as Kilele, he prided himself on making the right and just appointments and dismissals, he was known to have no mercy when considering removing an official from office who had made an affront to the Ryvernian people in his eyes. However, sometimes, he had to bow to the wishes of the Dhoruba, especially those officials in it who made more money than their contemporaries. Tendaji would never suggest that his colleagues were corrupted by industry and the allure of money, but he felt it in his heart when he spoke to some of them. He knew how to identify someone who truly cared about the people, and those who entered politics to bolster their own power. The first type of official, their eyes light up when discussing even the most trivial issues, Tendaji could think of one representative in particular who talked about every policy like they were planning their birthday part. Not every great public official got this excited about tax law, but some people spoke about the citizenry of Ryvern with contempt, even while on the campaign trail, and those individuals he despised. The Minister of Communication, a man older than Amaziah, someone who had entered politics late after a successful career in the shipping industry, was happy to discuss policies helping his former business partners, but any time the actual population came into play his tone sickened the Kilele. He was the type of man who entered into office, slipped into the Cabinet thanks to the money backing him, that Amaziah despised.

Today's meeting, an unplanned event, had disrupted Amaziah's plans for the beginning of the new year. Many people in Ryvern, especially the more traditional crowd, despised the new year. Mkunguko, the native religion of Ryvern, a prevalent force in modern society, praised cycles, the moon, the water cycle, life itself. Time was perceived as a cycle, an endless force destined to loop and repeat in a way humans cannot properly comprehend. However, the common human way of measuring time aggravated the more traditional followers of the religion. Imposing an end and beginning on the year was perceived as arbitrary, and sometimes as an affront, to the proper observation of cycles. Amaziah observed all the relevant religious festivals, occasionally he even attended weekly services, but his son was in town and he wanted to spend time with him. The Kilele knew that his Minister was aware of his personal plan, this impromptu meeting at his home was a slight retaliation against Amaziah's apathy towards some of the Minister's plans for the nation.

He is determined, Tendaji thinks, already ignoring the Minister's ramblings, mentally picturing how satisfying it would be to watch the fat man crumple to the floor after a swift punch to the gut, but he is an ass, so that determination simply becomes annoying.

"...this filth the publishers peddle, it harms our nations children more than any potential plague and presents a greater threat to our national security than any foreign weapon. It is an affront to the basic decency that our nation's religion teaches. It is outrageous, Amaziah!" The Kilele flinches at this in particular, a mark of great disrespect towards himself and his role. "You must use your executive powers to bypass the Dhoruba! You must do all that you can do to prevent our society from being destroyed! We cannot afford to become savages again, we cannot afford to go back to the days before the Empire reigned supreme across this peninsula and across the Narrow Passage!"

An empire that supported slavery and regularly slaughtered its enemies like pigs... Most aspects of the Minister of Communication disgusted Tendaji, but it was his adherence to the simplistic belief that the Ryvern Empire represented the peak of human society that aggravated him the most. Descended, partially at least, from those who the Empire enslaved, he found it hard to resist making a biting comment towards the insolent man standing in his living room.

"You must do something! You must! You are obligated to!" It was an awkward ending, but the Minister was better at stuffing his face with food than making his words cognizant and eloquent.

"Ito," he counters with a casual address, "they are comic books. They are picture books read by mostly children. In fact, I hear that some of the publishers are starting to gear them towards adults, which I imagine must make you sweat. I don't know why you hate these things so much, so recently I went down to the store myself, you know, where you buy things, to get some myself. I read them, at least a dozen copies, some of them geared towards children and some of them geared towards adult. Now, I cannot imagine that you've read them yourself, I know you don't read half the reports that you sign. However, I can imagine that you've heard about what some of the plot lines depict, and it must make your insides twist. My favorite was the Red Hood strip, where an accountant at a bank uses his connections within the bank to find corrupt officials and break their kneecaps. Or, there's another one, I can't remember the hero's name now, where a factory worker has his face burned off at work, starting a full of assault against the businessman, mainly local fat cats, who hurt his wife in the same accident. How fragile your world must be, how scared these stories must make you. Children like these stories because they can connect with the heroes in them. Some of them even feature girls in the main role. Children like the stories because they're colorful and depict little people beating the big, ugly bad guys. Adults like them because even though not everyone in our nation wakes up to the sun shining they can find some small bright light within these pulpy pages. Businesses, oh they must be terrified by these pages, they must see themselves in the wrong role. How can they not? I want you to leave, I want you to get some of these books and read them. You could use some of the decency that they're suggesting we all have inside of us."

A few hours later, the Kilele awoke, he had never been the type of person to sleep many hours. He rose early to go for a run every morning. Getting out of bed, he narrowed his eyes as one of the day's first beams of sunlight struck him, the landscape outside his window bathed in its light on a cloudless morn.

by **Candanadium** » Wed Feb 06, 2019 8:21 pm

New Konigstadt, CCR, January 10, 1940

"Do you really get to use these every day?"

"Yep, everyone uses them. They're cheap, too!" Mark dropped two pennies into the fare collection box and stepped off the streetcar onto the busy sidewalk. He was with his friend, Daniel Rosenbaum, who lived in the port city of Nordport. It was his first time in the capital, and Mark had promised to take him to see the Royal Residence. They had been at the Great Tourney a few days ago, and saw Lord Eisenschild knocked off his horse by a flamboyant Amurrian knight. Daniel had found it hilarious, but Mark thought it was shameful, how a Candanadian noble was unhorsed by an Amurrian commoner. However, all of that was forgotten when Mark realized what lay in front of them.

Magnar Street was severed by a roadblock. Soldiers in polished Stahlhelms and high boots clutching rifles patrolled the area nervously, glancing at the pedestrians passing by. Magnar Square, which was usually full of tourists and on-lookers, was empty, and the gates of the Royal Residence were bolted shut. The royal standard hung above the roadblock, looming over the soldiers and the crowd. Mark could make out another banner atop the Royal Residence, a darker shade of blue than the royal standard or the flag.

"Excuse me, what's going on here?" Mark approached the nearest soldier. The three maple leaves were engraved in white on the front of his helmet. He turned to face them.

"Was?" He responded.

"Do you speak Letuskian?" Mark asked, but Daniel pushed him aside.

"Guetendag, es tut mir leid, aber was ist los hier?"

"Den Kaiser von Amurrien ist im Neu Konigstadt. Der Kanzler hat die Schließung der Straße angeordnet."

"Ach, ich verstehe. Danke."

"Bitte." Daniel turned back to Mark.

"The Chancellor has ordered the closure of the street, since the Amurrian Emperor is in town." He explained.

"Well, I guess we have to find something else to do. I heard there's going to be a parade down near the harbour at noon, celebrating the announcement of the NKP. Let's go get something to eat first."

It was the dream of every Candanadian boy to serve aboard one of the nation's five carriers. The RCNS Aurora Borealis was the flagship of the Royal Candanadian Navy, and her sister ship, the King William, was just as grand. So, when both of them were docked in New Konigstadt's harbour, the crowd could hardly contain itself as their sailors marched down the street to the tune of Anchors Aweigh, though nobody could ignore the huge Amurrian ship, the HIMS Amagi, which dwarfed the Candanadian ships in comparison. The arrival of the Amurrian ship was unexpected, but Liam still had to maintain composure. He was a fleet Marine, attached to the RCNS King William as shipboard security. The past few days aboard had been chaotic, with Marines lining up for hours to get a haircut, racks being torn apart to find that one ribbon or badge, and endless hours spent in inspection by their Sergeant Major, who would notice the smallest scuff on your boot or the most minuscule bit of dirt on your rifle. Beret not properly formed? Re-do. Rifle not polished enough? Strip down your rifle and polish every part again. Bootlaces improperly done? Re-lace your boots and polish them again. After three days of gruelling preparation, it was finally the day of the parade. He felt sorry for the soldiers, in their heavy Stahlhelms and high boots. Now, as he stood at the end of the avenue, rifle in hand, he didn't feel ready at all. Get a grip on yourself, Corporal Spiegelmann. He thought to himself. You can feel sorry for yourself later, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sharp cry of a drill command.

"Fleet Marines! Left shoulder, arms!" The Sergeant Major cried, unsheathing his ceremonial broadsword. The Marine squadron moved as one, as if they were a part of some well-oiled machine.

"Forward, march!" The Marines stepped forward in unison, as the band began playing the song every Marine knew by heart, Waltzing Matilda.

"Now approaching is the Fleet Marine Detachment of the RCNS King William, led by Sergeant Major Tobias Brandenberg." A voice announced as the crowd cheered and waved Candanadian flags. They were approaching the Grand Admiral's pavilion, with the Royal Candanadian Navy's standard flying high beside it.

"Fleet Marines! Eyes, right!" The Sergeant Major bellowed as he saluted the Grand Admiral with his sword. Liam snapped his head to the right in salute to the Grand Admiral, who saluted them in return. It's almost over, he thought as they marched past the pavilion towards the end of the boulevard. Behind him, he heard the voice announce something else as the band started playing an unfamiliar tune.

"The sailors of the HIMS Amagi, marching to the tune of Battotai."

by **Amurrria** » Thu Feb 07, 2019 10:00 am

Amuru, United Kingdom of Amurria, 14th January 1940

"It sure feels back to be on Amurrian soil." Thought Takeru as he got out of the aeroshi, being escorted to a taxi-looking car. Otome followed him. She was tired, and tomorrow they both had to go to school, meaning that today they should rest. As they got into the car, he heard Sayako's voice:

"How was the trip?" She asked almost cheerfully.

"Boring, and long. We had nothing to do but sit in the library and read books older than the <<Rising Sun>> itself." Otome replied yawning.

"I cannot help but agree. At least the tourney was a great spectacle." Followed Takeru.

"I heard it was, we listened to it on the radio. I heard the Amagi was there. Was she?"

"Yes, and you could say she was the star of the show, lots of people, including sailors from the Candanadian Navy, couldn't help but stare at it. I heard some people thought we were invading."

"Let's go already." Said Otome.

The car's engine started and soon they were away from the airport, going to the Kagami household. Compared to other noble residences in Amuru, this one wasn't even in the city. It was in the countryside, a few kilometers away from the town. The residence was laid out like this: the whole place was surrounded by a castle-like wall, around three meters tall. Immediately inside was a grand garden, taking up about half the space of the residence. Then, going forward from the gate, the building itself began. A Ruma-era villa, combined with elements from Amuru-era castles, and a few Nichirian touches, made up the main house of the residence. The house itself had three floors. On the ground floor there was a great saloon where nobles and landlords from the nearby villages were invited every Sunday to party, and discuss future plans. On the same floor, the garage and servants' quarters. The first floor contained the personal room of Otome's parents, a kitchen and a living room. The second floor contained terraces where feasts would be held, a library, and a small cinema. It also had a radio room, with it's own frequency, on which news concerning the villages around the residence would be broadcasted. The third and final floor contained Takeru and Otome's rooms, a study room, with a staircase leading to the library, and a pretty big bath. I think it's useless to state that each floor has a bathroom.

Their car approached the residence quickly, leaving the paved road connecting Amuru and other cities further inland, and entering a dirt, uneven road. A few minutes later, their car was parked inside the garage, together with another two, more luxurious vehicles.

"Finally back home." Sighed Takeru. Otome was sleeping besides him. "Oi, wake up!" He shouted in her ear. She jumped up scared, hitting the ceiling of the car with her head, then looked at him.

"Morning, sunshine." He said sarcastically. "We're home. You can sleep in a true bed now." He got out of the car. She followed suit, quickly reaching him and walking by his side.

"So, did you at least dream something?" Takeru asked as they made their way to the third floor.

"Yea, actually I did." She replied. "I dunno where I was, but it was snowing. A lot. I think it was a city. There were huge buildings, in a strange style, only straight lines, and on the hill there was a palace. Oh yeah, you were there. We watched a film. It was in a strange language. There were a few words similar to those from Amurrian, and the alphabet itself was similar I think." Otome yawned. "It was a strange world, but you seemed to know the way around it."

"Now you got me interested. Do you remember a word from there?" He asked, as they began going up the stairs.

"They still called themselves <<Amurrian>>, so this might be just a strange dream." She replied.

"Maybe."

They reached the third floor, and each went into their rooms.

"Strange world, palace, calling themselves Amurrian, and I. Interesting dream. Who knows, maybe it's in the future. Maybe it was in the past. Or maybe she wanted to see a film. It's 09:34 either way, maybe I'll get some more sleep." He laid down in his bed and closed his eyes.

by **Spayya** » Thu Feb 07, 2019 6:52 pm

New Policy Implemented

Date:
January 6th, 1940

Policy Name;
TRANSPARENCY ACT OF 1940

Section 1.

The Emperor and his Administration under him will keep the Imperial State up to date with current and future business that’s in the interest of the Imperial State and her people. This includes the following

New Policies Implemented
Updates and news from the Emperor
Updates from the Administration
The Department of Labor
The Department of Civil Affairs
The Department of Internal Affairs
Updates that don’t interfere with ongoing investigations.
The Department of Agriculture
The Department of Foreign Affairs
The Department of Defense and War
The Department of Border Security
The Department of Civil Protection
The Department of Education
The Department of Propaganda
The Department of Justice
The Department of Veteran Affairs
Updates about Policies being Updated or Removed
Section 2.

This policy is vetoed only under these circumstances stated below.

During a State of Emergency/When the Emperor calls for Emergency Powers
During Times of War
National Curfews
Military Occupation

THE EMPEROR RESERVES THE RIGHT TO VETO THIS LAW AT ANY TIME

Emperors Signature:

Jacob Lanston,
Emperor of the Imperial State

by **Confedracy** » Fri Feb 08, 2019 8:48 am

Kalterhafen Dockyard Admin Office.
11 AM Local time

“There must be something you can do” cried the small man in a suit “these insolent trouble makers are a threat to our nation!” “I don’t see how at this point this isn’t clear to you” the man’s face was growing a deeper shade by the moment”

“I’ve told you there’s nothing we can do Herr Steimberg. The political climate is already on edge and the last thing we need is to add fuel to the flames. You should know that.” Replied a much older man in just as fine a suit. The look of indignation on Steimberg’s face was equal to that to a child who had his toy taken from him. His face now a deep red but his voice much quieter. “So be it Herr Minister. I see this government in no longer serving the interests of those who build it. I shall end this matter myself” he then stormed out quite unprofessionally. The old man had a thoughtful and serious look on his face. After a moment of thought he reached for the phone at his desk

The grey-green sea howled now at the shore. A bitter north wind was making its way to the coast and it brought what looked to be another snowstorm with it. “Ach. God damn this cold. Id much rather be at home warm near the fire than sticking it here in this with you lot” joked a man with deep brown hair and silver eyes. “Well being warm would be nice but I’d rather a decent wage and food for supper then going home empty handed” responded another man with eyes the color of the greying sky above them. The humor went out of the man’s silver eyes and he wore a face of grim defiance. It was then a car horn blew and grey military trucks turned the corner
It was the Stahlhelme
The militant wing of the O.P.U (Oseanian Party of Unity)
Most wore average clothes but mixed in with them were men in military uniforms. Whether they were veterans or active military it mattered very little. The military men held guns in their hands. a mix between bolt action rifles and some pistols. One man even held a shotgun. However there were no more than a dozen of these men and only maybe another dozen more of unarmed goons with them. The workers numbered in this area over a hundred. Finally one of the armed men shouted "You are hereby ordered to disperse immediately. Return to your positions and continue working. This "strike" (the man spat the term out) is over" His voice was commanding and he stood with a figure that portrayed authority. A white officers uniform and jackboots covered by a thick woolen trench coat. The crowd began to shift uneasily before him but none moved either forward or back. Until on man jumped upon a crate and shouted. "Go back to your homes and families. We will not be broken." a few men pulled up scarves and masks and fell back amongst the crowd. The workers began picking up bits of pipe and wood when a detachment of police arrived. Piling out of their cars as the two groups gave them space and were separated. The police began to bark orders for both sides to get back but neither side would leave. Insults and rocks began to be hurled between them when finally a worker struck out and hit an officer over the head. He limp and hit the snow dusted pavement with a thud. A riot broke out. The police and workers were engaged now in a brawl as the Stahlhelme moved into fight hand to hand as well. The sounds of bones breaking and men hitting the stone rose and the snow was kicked up among them creating even more confusion. Suddenly a shot rang out and the fighting stopped. The snow settled and a man was dead. his blood seeping into the snow around him. Whether he was one of the workers or an OPU member was later debated but both sides claimed him as a hero later. With that gun shout one of the masked men broke open on of the crates nearby. "Bewaffnen Sie sich Kamaraden!" one of the masked men shouted
the crate was filled with military rifles. How such a shipment was here at this time was unknown but the W.L.F was suspected. Another shout rose up "Zerschlagt die faschistischen Räuberheere!" But the police began to fire into the crowd at random. OPU men also opened fire. With so much gone wrong the bravery of the dock workers wavered and they ran for their lives. 20 of them lie dead in the snow. A few clutching the rifles they never had the chance to use.

by **Amurrria** » Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:37 am

Amuru, United Kingdom of Amurria, January 15th 1940

"Hey, what do you think, should I buy a modern wrist watch, or rather a bracelet?" Asked a classmate.

"Yes." Replied Takeru, tired.

"Awe, c'mon man, you're no fun." The classmate replied.

"What did you expect when you asked me? I and fashion are like you and Helena, never gonna get together."

"Hush now, don't let her know I like her."

"Yea, you should tell her yourself."

"Hey, Jack, here you are!" Said a girl's voice. "Hi, Takeru! Haven't seen you in a while."

"Hi Helena, yeah, I was at that tournament in Candanadium."

"Nice. Now, Jack, there's this math problem I thought you might help me with." She asked.

"Nah, you should ask Take-" Before he finished his sentence Takeru stood up and grabbed Jack.

"Excuse us for a second, will you?" Then he turned to Jack and whispered. "I cannot believe I have to do this, I'm kinda inclined to think you did it on purpose, or I don't even know. But just help her. You're better than me at math. So what if you don't get anything in return?"

"Okay, mate. I dunno why you had to do this either." Jack whispered back. When they both turned around, Helena left.

"Welp, you missed your chance." Takeru said as he looked at Jack.

After classes Jack once again approached him:

"Made up your mind? A watch or a bracelet?" He asked.

"I told you I don't know. But I guess a watch, it's far more useful than a bracelet."

"True that." He finished, but soon after asked again. "Are you and Otome together?"

"You sure seem to bring her up a lot." Takeru sighed. "No, we are not together. We just happen to live in the same house. Do you like her?"

"No. I'm asking because you seem pretty lonely. I mean, besides me, her and two other guys in our classroom, you don't have many other friends. I'm pretty worried about you."

"I'm alright, but thanks for caring."

At the gate of the school Sayako was waiting in the car and, as Takeru and Otome got in, turned on the engine. When they got home, they both were tired. The first day of school after almost a month of free time felt like an impossible thing.

by **Osarkian Federation** » Sat Feb 09, 2019 9:53 am

A telegram is sent out to Osarkia’s close allies

“Osarkia is in the midst of current economic reforms, mainly in the agricultural sector. The inconvenience we have is that we are in need of tractors and farming equipment. Our industrial sector is not able to handle. Osarkia asks that we receive tractors and equipment, in exchange Osarkia will provide food aide for free for any nation in our allied group that provides delivery of such equipment.

In exchange for such food aid the government of Osarkia also asks that military training for our troops in added in the deal. As the capability of our military is not what it could be, extra food aid will be provided to the nation that provides this military aid as well.

Any allied nation that is interested in the deal should telegram back soon, or get in some other form of contact. Osarkia’s government would be happy to negotiate with any details. Godspeed ”

by **Saint Ryvern** » Sat Feb 09, 2019 11:13 am

Near the Dhoruba's Chambers
Kituo, Ryvern
11:35 AM Local Time, January 16, 1940

Another day, another stressful meeting with the legislators elected and appointed to represent the people of Ryvern. It was a good time for the nation. Factories were running well, producing goods, not only those intended for Ryvernian use but for application around the region and world. Workers were happy, recent reforms allowed them more power and rights, especially those working in factories. The mines and oil wells of the nation continued to churn out their products, seemingly endlessly, though Amaziah doubted that the wealth of the earth was truly endless. Some more traditional members of the Dhoruba scorned him for this view. "Of course it is endless, but it is the process that produces the resources that has no end, not the temporary supply of the goods themselves." It was a common sentiment, reflected in the thinking of common Ryvernians and business magnates, but the Kilele and some of his compatriots were more worried about the temporary supply. He had spoken to lead scientists, he knew how long the processes to make the resources took.

Yet, it was the underlying assumption, the temporary nature of it all, that his enemies in the Dhoruba, an ever-expanding group, sought to focus on. Throughout its history, Ryvern has always been deeply tied to Mzunguko, a tribal religion peddled by the Ryvern Empire in its early days that proliferated throughout its conquered lands. Even the Ghiscari bought into it while they were enslaved by the empire, largely abandoning their monotheistic religion for the nature-centered, observational Mzunguko. The religion had its perks, in fact many scientists seeking to understand the natural order of the world better for the sake of religion made many of the most important breakthroughs in Ryvernian history. Yet as trade with the globe increased, new ideas began to flow through Ryvern, and in recent years the religion's moral and philosophical stranglehold on the nation had begun to loosen. Amaziah Tendaji grew up in a household where observing Mzunguko was a chore, regarding himself as an agnostic by the time he finished graduate school. Large groups of people like the Kilele existed in the nation by the time 1940 began. It unnerved the tribal leaders throughout the nation, the business magnates who relied on the idea of cycles to keep their workers subservient, and the religious leaders who directly advocated for laws in the Dhoruba. The separation between religion and the general populace of Ryvern widened every day, but the close ties between religious leaders and the elected, appointed, and hereditary officials of Ryvern remained tightly linked.

Amaziah's Minister of Communication's rant against comic books came to mind as he considered the growing "morality crisis" many in the nation referenced daily in newspapers and radio communications. Traditional believers in Mzunguko recognized their growing lack of influence, lashing out publicly and privately against those who failed to follow the cycles. Now, there was never any violence, both sides resisted such human temptations, but there existed a growing tension in the nation between the new and the old. It was apparent in the Dhoruba too. Just today a Kuhani, one dedicated to knowing the cycles and sharing their mysteries, had spoken before the chamber about the growing amount of academics with incredulous beliefs towards the nation's "ancient and most revered religion." Split nearly down the middle, half of the chamber stood and clapped as he departed the podium and half sat silently, stone-faced. Prosperity had loosed an unfortunate demon on Ryvern. The demon of self-reflection, and it was showing a lot of people exactly what they feared.

Outside of the meeting chambers, fetching a glass of coffee, Amaziah catches sight of his aide hurriedly rounding a corner, a piece of paper flapping in her hand. Sele, a graduate student from a university in Kituo, has been his aide for several months now. Ever a rotating cast, Amaziah likes to populate his circle with the youth, the future, of Ryvern, especially those like Sele who desire a career in politics, because the more they know the better they can guide. "Yes, Sele?" He says, amused as she stops several feet in front of him, panting and holding out the piece of paper.

Taking it, the Kilele reads the words from the Federation of Osarkia. A request for help, something the Unified Tribes can easily provide. His eyebrow arches upward in anticipation: a great opportunity to bolster our regional standing and help a trusted ally.

A few hours later, Amaziah sits in a room surrounded by several men and women, including his Minister of Foreign Affairs, Nsia Olamide, a tactically gifted woman famed throughout the Ryvernian government for her bluntness. A former representative of one of the most prosperous districts in Ryvern, Olamide was a natural appointment for Amaziah to make due to her knowledge of the world and her shared passion for helping all Ryvernians. She speaks, "you should have written back already, Kilele. We are allied with them, our alliance may not be ancient but we have an obligation to help them in this way."

"Yes, Madame Minister, but we do not want to give away our military secrets..." spewed some low-ranking general, in the room only because there were too many seats available. The Kilele and his trusted minister give each other a small smile, he nods towards her, giving her permission to take the lead.

"We share technology with these nations already. If we did not want to share our secrets with them we would not have made an alliance with them three decades ago. When someone cries out for help it is not the time to show restraint in our giving. Our nation will benefit from this too."

"If I may add," Amaziah interjects, "thank you, Nsia. We will be providing aid to the people and military of Osarkia. They are a trusted ally. Recently, our agricultural production has gone down, more people are moving to the coastal cities, and the increase in the quality of farm equipment produced by our own factories has made the overall need for laborers less. Yet our factories churn out tractors and other equipment at the same rate, leaving some of it to sit dormant in storehouses. We need the food, they have the ability to give us more food than they already do, and we have the tools to help them do it. It's a symbiotic deal, beyond the alliance we already have with them. Offering military training? It speaks to our power. We are known as a fierce force, and we can help mold the region and world around us by giving Osarkian forces the training they need to succeed, should we need to act with them."

"Beyond that, Kilele. Many nations in the Power Five have been asking for help recently. Deals are being struck throughout the alliance. It has been several years since the last large scale meeting between dignitaries. Perhaps...it is time for another meeting. It would be held here."

"Interesting, yes, yes! I like that! A restrengthening of our bond! It will speak well to the alliance's power and unity! I will notify every leader in the alliance. We shall have the meeting during the first week of February."

The following morning these telegrams go out to nations across the region:

To the esteemed leader of the Federation of Osarkia, President Ulbrich

Greetings, treasured ally, the government and people of the Unified Tribes of Saint Ryvern have heard and recognized your request for aid. Our nation possesses the capability and willingness to aid your nation in whatever way possible. It is our intention to provide Ryvernian made tractors and other equipment, some of the finest in the region, for your nation to use as you revitalize and reform your agricultural industry. Additionally, we will provide tactical and other forms of training for your armed forces. Your generals and leaders will work closely with the highest ranking Ryvernian officials to create and implement training that will allow all branches of your armed forces to remain fierce and prepared. In exchange for these two services, we ask for an increased amount of foodstuffs and other agricultural products between your nation and ours. The amount of mouths in Ryvern continues to increase and Osarkian assistance is key to feeding all of them. If you would like to further discuss these terms we will have an opportunity to meet soon.

For three decades now, there has been an agreement between our nations that includes several others. Forged in Kituo, our alliance stands for regional peace and strength. We work together to ensure the right and proper flow of goods between each other's nation, we stand together in the face of potential threats, and we push forward together into the future. It is time to reaffirm and realign our stance as an alliance. My government calls for a meeting of leaders in Kituo. The meeting will be held the first week of February, where we will discuss our shared goals as an alliance and the best way to forge our own, mutually beneficial future. We invite any relevant leaders to come to Kituo, where the most heightened measures of security will be implemented, to discuss these matters. Please write back letting us know that you will be there and what officials will be attending.

The Kilele of the Unified Tribes of Ryvern, Amaziah Tendaji

by **Belkhomir** » Sun Feb 10, 2019 6:01 am

Schwannburg

The Capital of the Kingdom of Belkhomir lay at the base of Festung Lorelei, a Feudal-era castle that occupied the summit of Grunrock Hill. The town was divided by the Schwann river, which started in the Mirskai mountains and flowed through Belkomir, finally becoming an estuary on the Central Sea. Festung Lorelei was the seat of House Belkhomir, one of the several Houses that had made up the Kanadiaan Feudal States up to the 1780s. Belkhomirian Culture had deep roots in its feudal days, and many buildings in Schwannburg dated back several hundred years. The Belkhomirian Army had one of its strongholds in the town, and soldiers were a common sight on the streets. The reason for Belkhomir's military arsenal was fear. They had been suffering trade restrictions set by their northern neighbour for decades. The Candanadian garrison at Golding, on the other side of the Mirskai Mountains in Caskhomirian Territory, had a large enough military presence to keep an eye on their southern neighbour.

The reason for the Candanadian/Belkhomirian animosity lay in the several wars that Belkhomir had waged on Caskhomir and other states, vying to expand their territory. During the 2 Year War in the 1750s Caskhomir had occupied 2/3rds of Belkhomir's lands, pushing their foes across the Mirskai Mountains. When the Feudal States had united to form Candanadium, Belkhomir feared the loss of what was left of its autonomy and refused to join. For this, they had essentially been bullied by Candanadium for decades, created a deep-rooted anger among Belkhomirian citizens. Despite Candanadium and the NKP's attempts, Belkhomir had set up trade with foreign nations, building up their arsenal in preparation for the day that Candanadian forces crossed the Mirskai Mountains.

The girl wandering down the riverside path in Schwannburg saw one of the Konigin class gunboats that made up the Belkhomirian Navy's fighting strength moored at a dock, crewmembers heading off on leave for the day. She lowered her white hood and stretched, a couple of horse-drawn carriages passing by her on the semi-corwded street. "Ok, Merchant Street, Merchant Street..." She murmured, consulting some signposts and judging her position by that of Festung Lorelei, before heading off in the direction of her destination.

by **Amurrria** » Sun Feb 10, 2019 6:41 am

Novo Oro Palace, Amuru, United Kingdom of Amurria, Nichiria, Koria and Isarunta, 16th January 1940

The Novo Oro Palace of Amuru, the seat of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Yatamo, and the meeting place of all important nobles and kings of the Empire, was bustling with activity after the announcement of the New Konigstadt Pact. Their worries were placed at the possible presence of a foreign military on their soil, and thus took it to the Emperor himself. The Amurrian government was always a strange, alien construct compared to the governments of other nations. Some described it as a ruthless dictatorship, others as a people's republic, but what both sides agreed to was that it was a miracle that it doesn't fall apart, and that no matter how much pressure someone can apply, it will never fall apart. An example of this statement would have been the Civil War. Not many people talk about it, as it is a taboo subject within the Empire, but in the years 1878 to 1880 the Southern Lands, the Kingdom of Koria, tried to secede from the Empire, which it foresaw will fall shortly. What was unexpected was that at that moment it became even more united. The general attitude was that the Empire offered protection against foreign threats, and leaving it would mean suicide as a nation.

The lands of the Empire are divided into Kingdoms, Amuria-Chi, Ni-Chi, Ko-Chi and Isarunta-Chi, in Amurrian, or Kingdom of Hope, Kingdom of the Sun, Kingdom of the South, and Kingdom of the Isles in Letukian. All of these kingdoms all have their kings, which are appointed by the Emperor, who himself is King of Amuria. Each king has a degree of autonomy, and as such each kingdom operates as it's own country in it's own politics, but must abide Amuru's decisions and laws. Each kingdom has it's own dedicated section of the Imperial Armed Forces, but there are still military bases of the Amurrian-controlled armies, keeping the kingdoms from seceding. Thus, the presence of a foreign military worried them even more.

"Your Majesty, I am sure you are as worried about this deal as we are. Those Candanadians might try to destabilize our country and take over us. Or worse, outright begin shooting everyone." said the King of Nichiria.

"Your fears are unfounded. The Candanadians are people of honor, they would not go against their word. Who we really do need to fear are those Ryvernians, they're the kind of people who mess with the natural order of things. They shouldn't have evolved past the tribal stage. Them having a government is a shame to all of the civilized world. Their power must be limited, for those savages are not worthy of civilization." said the King of Koria.

"All I wanted was a peaceful day." Thought Jax as he sighed. "There is no threat. While I do agree that those Ryvernians should learn to stay in the place nature had put them, we do need allies like Candanadium. The other alliance is quite old, and combined their militaries are stronger than ours, and as such we need to stay together, and be prepared for anything. We have the Rostokians as allies, too, which are on the same continent as the enemy. We should stay put and carefully observe the situation. We shall discuss this further tomorrow, or rather discuss it directly with the Candanadians."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The other three kings said as they left the room.

"The Empire is in need of a strong ally or alliance, for all the technologies we can create, we cannot mass produce them, and thus are as if we do not have them. The plan was to have five Amagi-class aircraft carriers, but we only have one. We would at least need a nation to produce these weapons for us. And I think the NKP is actually a great opportunity to achieve just that." He thought.

by **Spayya** » Sun Feb 10, 2019 10:29 am

Date & Time:
January 18th, 10:48AM

Location:
Imperial Palace, Improlica

It was a stormy day in Improlica, cloudy with heavy rain, no thunder or lightning yet, but It's sure to come around.

Lanston was on break, as he decided to take one early for brunch, as he didn't have breakfast so he went to work hungry. While he reads the newspaper and eats his 2 eggs and bread, he reads an article about how another casualty at the Infamous Hardline Factory, known for its high mortality rate, at least 1 everyday. The Only reason theirs a long line of people to replace the injured or killed is because of the pay. As it's one of the biggest Vehicle and Arms Manufacturers of the Imperial State, they have no competition when it comes to pay. Most Factories pay their workers about 22 credits an hour, Hardline Factory pays 38 Credits an hour, not bad at all. And for the Work hours being 10 hours a day for 4 days, you can definitely support yourself and 2 other people with that sort of pay.

"Sir?" A voice that sounds really close.

Lanston looks up to see his Secretary of Foreign Affairs.

"Good morning secretary, what can I do for you?" Lanston Replies
"I have a message from one of our allies, the Unified Tribes of Ryvern have invited us for a huge meeting with the other allies in the Power Five Alliance."
"Wow, it's been a while since we had a meeting, what like several years at least?"
"I believe so sir."

The Secretary hands the Message to Lanston, Lanston opnes the message and reads

To the esteemed leader of the New Imperial State of Spayya, Emperor Lanston

For three decades now, there has been an agreement between our nations that includes several others. Forged in Kituo, our alliance stands for regional peace and strength. We work together to ensure the right and proper flow of goods between each other's nation, we stand together in the face of potential threats, and we push forward together into the future. It is time to reaffirm and realign our stance as an alliance. My government calls for a meeting of leaders in Kituo. The meeting will be held the first week of February, where we will discuss our shared goals as an alliance and the best way to forge our own, mutually beneficial future. We invite any relevant leaders to come to Kituo, where the most heightened measures of security will be implemented, to discuss these matters. Please write back letting us know that you will be there and what officials will be attending.

The Kilele of the Unified Tribes of Ryvern, Amaziah Tendaji

Lanston hands the paper back to the Secretary.

"Tell their leader we'll be there, and inform the Cabinet of this too, as I want to bring some members to the meeting."
"Who will be going sir?"
"Well, to start off, you as the Foreign Affairs Secretary, The Secretary of Defense & War, and The Secretary of Labor, as he overviews industry and what's produced."
"Will do sir."

The Secretary leaves Lanston to his break, Lanston grabs a piece of paper and a pen and starts to write down subjects for the meeting. Ideas of more trade between the nations, ideas of a united defense force to protect the areas of the Power Five Alliance. Updating our militaries, the list goes on. Since a meeting hasn't happened in years, this meeting is very important to everyone involved. Lanston can't wait for the meeting to come. In the meantime, he finishes his brunch and makes his way back to his office.

by **Osarkian Federation** » Sun Feb 10, 2019 5:17 pm

Date and Time:
January 19th 6:38 PM

*President Ulbrich’s secretary walks into his office*

“Sir, i just received a telegram from the Ryvernian government, here it is.”

*Shows President Ulbrich the telegram*

“Interesting, this is a great opportunity to advance our reforms and relations with our allies. Send over the delegate to Ryvern (delegate Kwame) to attend the conference. Give him special orders to advance on any trade option he can. We need the help of our allies to advance our economy and hopefully industrialize.”

“Yes sir, i will get it over to Kwame right away”

*the secretary walks into Kwame’s office*

“President Ulbrich is sending you on a conference to Ryvern. He said to put a large emphasis on trade as we need it. Remember the lends lease program, try to instate that in the conference.”

*Kwame replies*

“It's about time i can finally do something. Sitting in this office hasn’t done our relations with our allies any good. Osarkia will finally be able to reform its economy and reinvest the money it gets from the reforms to build it into a modern nation. Let me get my things together, i will be ready in a few hours.”

January 19th 10:12

*Kwame sets off on boat to Ryvern*

by **Candanadium** » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:25 am

Mirskai Mountains, near the Candanadian-Belkhomirian border, Caskhomir, Candanadium

The wind howled through the Mirskai Mountains, resembling the cry of some hideous beast. Winters in the Mirskai were exceptionally tough, with temperatures dropping to forty degrees below freezing and only a few hours of sunlight a day. In other words, perfect for the Royal Candanadian Marine Corps. Corporal Liam Spiegelmann was on rotation from the RCNS King William, which was heading to the Amurrian Isles, and his company had been given the duty of border patrol. Even with his winter uniform, which consisted of a pair of heavy gloves, a woolen jacket, ski pants, snow boots, and a fur-lined ushanka, he was still shivering.

They had been issued with old C1905 bolt-action rifles, which was a downgrade from their standard issue C1939 semiautomatic rifles, but the bolt was more reliable than the gas system in the frozen Mirskai. Liam thought the ten-round magazine capacity was an upgrade from the eight-round capacity of the 1939, but the stripper clips were hard to use with his gloves on. That's the price you have to pay, he thought. Warm hands, or faster reloads. It's not like I'll get to use the rifle here anyways. The mountain lions are more dangerous than the Belkhomirians. Border patrol was looked down upon by Land Marines, or as they were called in the Fleet, Green Marines, for the colours of their uniform, the colour of the land which they patrolled, and their experience. Still, there is honour in serving on the border. Liam tried to reassure himself, but only shuddered once again. His squadron of six Marines were shuffling through the snow, along a jagged barbed wire fence that served as the Candanadian-Belkhomirian border.

"Herr Koporal?" The radioman asked. "Should we send a report to base? It's been an hour since we left."

"The report can wait." Liam turned to face him. "We haven't come across anything."

"Jawohl." His radioman was a newly christened Marine, straight out of the Recruit Depot at Fort Richard. He still had a lot to learn about the ways of the Corps, out on the field. The radioman was shivering as if he had just been smoked by a Drill Instructor, though of no fault on his own. The Mighty Mirskai was enough to make the most seasoned Marines shake in fear and cold. Liam suddenly stopped, and turned again to his unit.

"It's almost noon, we'll eat lunch here. Let's get a fire going." He leaned his rifle against a tree and opened his backpack to retrieve his rations, but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming behind him. There was a soldier on the other side of the border, heading towards the barbed wire fence. Liam grabbed his rifle, and his unit sprang into action. He shouldered his rifle and yelled at the other soldier.

"Halt! Identifizieren Sie sich!" He could see the eagle of Belkhomir spreading its cruel wings across the other soldier's tin helmet, as the Belkhomirian froze out of surprise.

"Lass deine Waffen fallen!" Another Marine behind him yelled.

"Ich bin in Belkhomir, nicht Kandanadium. Du hast kein Recht mir zu sagen was ich tun soll." The Belkhomirian stammered, dropping his rifle in the snow.

"Du bist an der Grenze, und das ist unser Zuständigkeit. Dreh dich und komm nicht zurück. Du bist im Kandanadium verboten." Liam replied, still aiming his rifle at the frightened Belkhomirian. The Belkhomirian glanced at the six gathered Marines, snatched his rifle, and ran.

"And they say border patrol is boring." Liam remarked, which gained a chuckle out of the radioman. "Now would be a good time for that report."

"Jawohl, Herr Koporal."

by **Slane** » Tue Feb 12, 2019 3:38 am

In the Toveri Brünner Hall in Uusi Mannerheim.

Margrave Alexander and the Hayha Privy Council meet to discuss future plans for the nation of Slane.

On the privy council are Oliver Müller, an economist from the city of Brumann, having finished his doctorate in economics in the University of Kuula, he has actively redesigned the Slanean economy by proposing numerous effective policies, an example of which is pooling together the nation's steel and coal under the government to fully monitor and create an effective steel-coal production. Next on the council is Elias Etu, a retired general who's entire family had been in the military and served faithfully during the War of Slanean Independence. Elias is responsible for overseeing the production of the sister ships Harlin and Enckell. Third would be Michael Bormann, current Minister of Foreign Affairs, having graduated top 5 in the bar exam for becoming an ambassador, his brilliant mind has and will still secure alliances and deals with neighbouring countries. Next is Niilo Weber, former governor of Fort Sisu, having come from a poor family, Weber has managed to secure himself a government position, and is widely regarded as a benevolent and kind governor of Fort Sisu. Last would be Otto Järvinen, a natural and military scientist who has dedicated 4 decades of his life to understanding the natural world so that he can harness its power for the betterment of the Slanean military.

The monthly meeting began with the report of the economy by Müller, interestingly enough the GDP had risen by almost 2% since the last quarter, almost unbelievably so since the treasury has been constantly funding the construction of another set of sister ships that succeed the Harlin class, the new class of battleships is called the Johannes class, named after the founding father who fought for Slane's independence. The construction of both ships is being overseen by the navy under Etu and Järvinen. Bormann then suggests that Slane strengthen diplomatic ties with its neighbours in Candanadium and The Oseanian Confederation. Doing so will put Slane in a safer position both military and economically as alliances with these nations will most definitely be mutual. Lastly, Järvinen reports that he has discovered a new deposit of tungsten and aluminium southeast of Viipasa. Along with the new deposit of minerals, he reports that he is currently in the testing phase of a new rifle and submachine gun. Finally, Weber reports that he has began his national census on everything each Slanean has, this way, when drastic measures need to be implemented, the government can act efficiently and effectively.

With the meeting done, Margrave Alexander exits the hall and begins his walk around the capital. First, to the docks, where the sister ships Ludendorff and Hindenburg, both are designed after the Johannes class. Watching the sunset from the docks while the smell of raw fish and oil fill the air, Alexander takes a full breath in and makes his way back to the Jörmungandr Palace, where the royal family resides. After walking for a considerable amount of time, Alexander comes across a beggar, she's around her late 20's and is dressed in rags and rotten cloth. Alexander pauses, and looks at the woman, after a few minutes, he decided to hand his cloak to her, it is February, and it is still immensely cold, especially being a harbour city. Along with the cloak, he hands over Sß, enough to buy a mean and a new set of clothes. The woman astonished and perplexed, looked up at the hand that handed over what was now hers.

"Go." Says the Margrave. " Buy yourself some food and a nice set of clothes, it's almost night, it will get colder soon."

"Y-yes mi-milord, I will... Thank you, thank you very much for your generosity." She said as she stood up and ran as fast as her thin legs could carry her.

Alexander, looking after her as she runs off, hears footsteps and looks in the direction of it. It's his son, Otto , who is 8 years old with his older sister Margarete

"Papa!" Otto says as he runs towards his father. "Why did you give the poor lady your cloak and some money?"

"Because Otto, the cloak and money is replaceable, we can always get more cloaks and money. But kindness, kindness is something not everyone can get, not even you, your sister, your mother, or me. Always be kind, and people will learn to be kind as well."

As Alexander finished his sentence, Margarete joins in and gives her father a hug as well, and all three looked towards the bay where they watched the sun set once more.

by **Candanadium** » Tue Feb 12, 2019 5:17 am

Parliament Hill, New Konigstadt, Candanadian Capital Region

"Look, we need these Slaneans on our side. The NKP is small and it needs to grow if we're to be taken seriously." Ethan insisted, handing over a paper. "I've written a draft for an invitation. Just read it, and give me some feedback." The Minister of Foreign Affairs was a small man, born and raised in the historic city of Old Konigstadt. He was a distant cousin to House Wagner, so distant that he wasn't even considered nobility anymore.

"The thing is, how do we know they'll stay true to our cause? If the mainland ever gets invaded, they'll be the first to fall." Maxime rubbed his temples. The past few days had been exhausting, conferring with the Amurrian emperor and drafting the NKP constitution.

"The Slaneans are bound to us by blood. They're more honourable than that."

"Whatever you say. Let me have some time alone." Maxime unfolded the paper and read it over, before picking up his pen and adding his own corrections.

To His Majesty, Margrave Alexander von Hohenstaufen, Third of His Name, Lord Protectorate of the Kili Isles, Margrave of Slane, and the People's Liberator,

Greetings. I hope Slane has not been affected by this recent chill? New Konigstadt is truly scenic at this time of year. I understand that your government has been seeking closer relations with our fair Kingdom, and it is our wish to strengthen ties with our eastern kinsmen. Both our nations were descended from great Oseanian explorers and the mighty Letuskian Empire. There is no reason for conflict between our nations, and as such, I would be honoured if you would join us in New Konigstadt with your trusted officials, to discuss the possibility of a trade agreement and the fair Margravate's admittance into the New Konigstadt Pact, a mutual defence pact which will bolster the military might of all our nations. I hope you will consider my offer, and I hope to hear back soon.

Best Regards,

King William of House Magnar, Third of My Name, King of Candanadium, Defender of the Dominion, and Shield of the True North.

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