Caluscaria seeks international aid! (CLOSED)

by **Caluscaria** » Sat Nov 28, 2020 8:50 am

A handwritten announcement can be seen on a wall of a public building:

"The Community of Caluscaria seeks international aid to rebuild Caluscaria City after a major eruption of the island volcano, called Land's Mouth.
Our humble nation may not have riches or powerful armies, but we have good memory and will be eager to pay such a great favour.

Signed by the Wisest of the Community of Caluscaria".

Actually, the announcement is not signed; there is just a line saying so and a hand-made depiction of the national flag of Caluscaria.

OOC: This II happens in the Age of Collaboration. Caluscaria is a small primitive comunist nation and any kind of domestic trade is illegal in this country.

by **Langenia** » Sat Nov 28, 2020 8:54 am

Langenia offers to send humanitarian aid and military engineers and medics to assist in reconstruction efforts. We can provide economic aid to restart Caluscaria's economy as well.

by **Caluscaria** » Sat Nov 28, 2020 1:52 pm

"You know that helping the injured is more urgent than rebuilding the workshop...", an old man in the turtle-tiled shirt is telling a group of citizens picking up reeds. Behind him a group steady conscripts are watching.

Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap... hurriedly approaching steps on the black-and-grey soil make the old man slowly turn back. The six conscripts around him quickly load a black stone in their banana-leaf slings. The reed foragers spread out.

The hasty citizen is a slender brunette in a dark green overall with a black bag hanging from her shoulder.

"Wisest, I've got a message for you!", she gasps.

The old man sighs and makes a vague sign with his hand. The six bodyguards relax.

"You already know I've got a mailbox", he says with a soft voice, "so I suppose the circumstances are extraordinary. Am I right?", he asks.

The messenger takes a deep breath and takes a paper from her bag.

"Yes, Wisest!", she replies, excited. "It's from Langenia! They are sending help!"

One of the six bodyguards, a strong blonde woman with arms as thick as her legs, takes the message from the hands of the brunette and inspects it before giving it to the Wisest.

"Let's see...", he reads, "humanitarian aid, military engineers, medics and economic aid... I must prepare everything for their arrival".

...

A messenger from Caluscaria was sent to Langenia, thanking the President for the promised help and indicating the location of an open beach where the welcoming comittee will be waiting for them.

by **Voxija** » Sat Nov 28, 2020 1:57 pm

Voxija will send economic aid and a construction crew. It is hoped that Caluscaria will recover from this disaster.

by **Caluscaria** » Sun Nov 29, 2020 3:12 am

"... and thanks to the help of a sadly high number of unfortunate donors", the Wisest is telling the injured Caluscarians arrayed on improvised beds, "you are going to be provided with replacements for your damaged organs. Remember we're a nation of survivors; soon this city will raise from its ashes, as the ancients used to say..."

Tap-tap, tap-tap...

The sound of distant footsteps is followed by murmurs and finally a slender brunette in a dark green overall comes in.

"The message has been delivered, Wisest", she announces, before breaking into coughs.

"Thank you", the Wisest replies before turning back to his audience with a sigh.

"... and we've got another message", she adds before taking a paper from her black bag.

The Wisest's eyes sink in the paper and slowly scan the words, line by line. Then he looks up, concerned.

"This is a good news: The Comfy Armchair of Voxija is offering aid", he says, "but we must be careful, because we are going to host people from two different countries with different tennets".

...

A messenger from Caluscaria was sent to Xirroni, thanking the Wtor for the promised help and indicating the location of an open beach where the welcoming comittee will be waiting for them. The beach was different from the one where the Langenians where expected to arrive.

by **Wapistan** » Sun Nov 29, 2020 3:18 am

Wapistan is happy to send foreign aid and military assistance to help out the locals.

Signed, The Wapistinian Institute for Foreign Aid

by **Unie Terkelan** » Sun Nov 29, 2020 3:43 am

The nation of Unie Terkelan will send advanced medical and engineering equipment and 250 tons of rations.
Due to ideological disagreements, we will refrain from sending actual personnel aside from a few ambassadors and equipment operators.

by **Alcona and Hubris** » Sun Nov 29, 2020 7:42 am

Message Transmit International Standard
Origin: <Outer Ministry-Thunderbay-United Duchies-Federated Klatchian Coast>
Dest:<Caluscaria-1000 Islands>
Message Content:

On behalf of the Protector of the United Duchies, its citizens and residents, we wish to send our condolences to the people of Caluscaria.

A natural disaster such as this can create massive devastation and the need for immediate, swift response to triage the damage and loss is critical for long term recovery. Therefore, the Protector has authorized the provisioning of one of the United Duchies hospital ships with escorts to attend Caluscaria in its time of need.

The hospital ship ARN Duke Otto and ARN Nightingale along with the ARN Wittmere and ARN Ajax have already been ordered to stop training exercise in China Wright and make way for your territorial waters within the 1000 islands super archipelago. I am informed that the Duke Otto will be able to transfer patients from either unimproved ports, or even unimproved beaches, as needed.

Between the Duke Otto and ARN Wittmere, the ARN can provide treatment of up to 3,100 patients with modern emergency care and emergency surgery conditions.

Additionally, the Duke Otto is helicopter capable and can provide assistance in Search and Rescue, ground survey, and scientific missions as needed. There is some concern within my own staff about follow on eruptions causing even more damage to your society.

On behalf of the Protector and College of Nobles of the United Duchies,
Outer Minister of the United Duchies

by **Langenia** » Sun Nov 29, 2020 12:51 pm

A fleet appears on the horizon. Helicopters and boats offload engineers, medics, and humanitarian supplies.

by **Fornce** » Sun Nov 29, 2020 12:52 pm

We can send top-quality medical supplies

by **Saralonia** » Sun Nov 29, 2020 1:11 pm

The Ministry of Foreign Relations

Hello comrades, we greet you from the Socialist Federation of Saralonia and we sent you this message to send you aid between fellow comrades in the struggle against capitalist oppression, we will send food, water, and prefabricated housing, we will also send engineers, architects, and many others to aid in the reconstructions effort and to make your country better than before the disaster, medical equipment, doctors and prefabricated clinics to aid, we will also send machinery and people to train your workers to use them, we also will send whichever aid your country needs if requested, in exchange, we would like to either establish a military base for your defense or a naval base.

by **Aelfwyn** » Tue Dec 01, 2020 4:16 am

A dispatch arrives from a small country called Aelfwyn...

by **Caluscaria** » Sun Dec 06, 2020 2:56 am

Tap-tap, tap-tap...

"A message for me?", the Wisest asks the messenger, a green-skinned teenager.

"A heap of them, Wisest", he replies. "Nations all over the world are sending their help!"

Tap-tap, tap-tap...

A slender brunette in a dark green overall approaches, running. The six bodyguards are used to her abrupt way to appear.

"More international aid?", the Wisest asks.

The Wisest nods slowly. "Follow me, there are many letters to send".

The three Caluscarians follow the old street to the remains of The Wisest's hut, closely followed by the six bodyguards. With so many collapsed buildings, they could head straight though the debris; however, for some reason they stick to the way they used to walk.

"We're going to run out of beaches to host them all, Wisest", she says.

"We are going to distribute them among East Beach and West beach to minimize political differences with the first nations they meet", he replies.

Both messengers exchange quizzical looks.

"Please find Gustavo", he asks.

"That gossiper?", the brunnete asks while the green skinned leaves the hut.

"Who'd better tell me about those nations?"

He does not wait for a reply.

"Besides, I want him to spread the rumour that we're starting an expedition", he says, weaving with one of the letters. "Alcona and Hubris is offering to investigate the cause of eruptions and hopefully they'll find a way to bring peace for the guts of the land".

A letter was sent to Wappa Plains, in The Industrial Island Kingdom of Wapistan, thanking The soldier from TF2 for the promised help and indicating the location of an open beach where the welcoming committee would be waiting for them.

A letter was sent to Lanfandian Underground, in The Republic of Unie Terkelan, thanking them for the promised help and indicating the location of an open beach where the welcoming committee would be waiting for them.

A letter was sent to Thunderbay, in The United Duchies of Alcona and Hubris, thanking them for the promised help and indicating the location of an open beach where the welcoming committee would be waiting for them.

One of the six bodyguards enters the Wisest's hut. The Wisest makes a vague gesture for him to wait and continues scribbing.

"Another international aid offering?", he asks.

"No, Wisest", the bodyguard replies. "They're coming".

"Have you seen any flag?"

"Langenia"

"Send the welcoming committee to the...", he scratches his beard, "... Eastern Beach".

The first landmark that could be seen from the Langenian fleet was, of course, Land's Mouth, the high volcano in the middle of the wide tropical island. As they approached, they could see several fishing rafts floating in the dark waters, most of them abandoned. Beyond, a wide black beach surrounded by the typical Caluscarian palm trees, not as bright as in the postcards.

There was no dock to be seen, only a handful of locals in green.

by **Caluscaria** » Sun Dec 06, 2020 4:07 am

A letter was sent to The Empire of Aelfwyn, thanking them for the promised help and indicating the location of an open beach where the welcoming committee would be waiting for them.

by **Caluscaria** » Sun Dec 06, 2020 4:35 am

A letter was sent to Piros, in The Kingdom of Fornce, thanking the King for the promised help and indicating the location of an open beach where the welcoming committee would be waiting for them.

A letter was sent to Saralonia City, in The Socialist Federation of Saralonia, thanking the Chairwoman for the promised help and indicating the location of an open beach where the welcoming committee would be waiting for them.

by **Caluscaria** » Sun Dec 06, 2020 5:18 am

"May I have a word with you, Wisest?", a strong blonde woman with arms as thick as her legs asks. The rest of the bodyguards exchange worried looks.

"Of course", the old man in the turtle-tiled shirt replies, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling it through his nostrils.

"I have seen you have replied The Socialist Federation of Saralonia just the same as the other nations, Wisest", she begins.

"Ah, yes, the Chairwoman's offering was specially friendly, perhaps I should have written sweeter words of thankfulness", he agrees.

"Friendly?", she utters with a knot in her throat. "They were asking permission to stablish a millitary base, Wisest!"

The Wisest slowly closes his eyes, ignoring her loss of control. Then he opens them.

"... in order to help us defend our island", he completes. "They feel bound to help us because of our common beliefs".

"At least, The Republic of Unie Terkeland were sincere to admit their differences", she points out, "But The Socialist Federation of Saralonia seems to be preparing their forces to take the island".

The Wisest covers his forehead with both hands and nervously sighs, before letting his hands slide down his cheeks.

"Well, I did not agree...", the Wisest mumbles.

"Technically, you did", the bodyguard disagrees. "They asked you this permission in return for their help... and you agreed to their help, implicitly granting them rights to set their bases".

The Wisest scratches his beard for a while.

"We must be prudent and optimistic", he finally declares with determination. "Let them help us, but keep them under close watch. Thanks for enlightening me".

by **Alcona and Hubris** » Sun Dec 06, 2020 6:59 am

Approx 16 miles from East Beach, Caluscaria

For those observing the area, the four ships of the Alconian fleet were a bit...disconserting. The ARN Whitmere looked like any normal world missile based cruiser sailing the world with a massive multi-range radar system defined for detecting enemy threats at distances with various arms to interdict anything smaller including the normal 5 inch rapid fire guns.

And the ARN Nightingale was an old cruise ship converted into a medical ship with the obligatory white cross painted on the side.

The ARN Ajax was a bit concerning, it is a full Alconian Assault cruiser carrying a worrying set of 9 12 inch ETC guns and a 48 cell array of anti-ship and anti-aircraft missiles.

The ARN Duke Otto is another issue altogether, obviously one of ARNs older version of a LHD based off the WASP class vessels well known throughout the world. Why the ARN apparently turned the Duke Otto into a hospital ship by applying a coat of white paint and a red cross on the side and the landing deck is unknown to most. That did make the Duke Otto helicopter capable...she could be supporting upto 60 dual rotor helicopters.

And above flys a massive lighter than air airship designed to keep watch on the surrounding waters and airspace for approaching missiles or small ships.

ARN Duke Otto
Flag Bridge

Rear Admiral Kruller watched from his vantage point on the open flag across the dwindling sea at the shores of the small nation of Caluscaria. Kruller was dressed in navy grey with the three gold starts of his rank on his epaulet. With somewhat greying hair and a craggy face Kruller was one of those men who had spent time being lots of places other than home. However, Kruller was also one of those the senior ARN establishment who had spent most of their senior carreer just sort of waiting, for something, anything to happen.

His Marine Attache, Commander Bones stood next to him with a massive Qstar observation telescope locked on the rail observing the approaching beach and the other ships in the area. "Looks like we've got people already landing with materials but seems to be an uncoordinated mess out there sir."

Kruller nodded, "Eh...lots of nations...you know they want to help but they just...just don't organize it well...rushing...rushing in like a...like a pile of Manx after a Vampir Hassen..."

"So you think there is going to be trouble?"

"I hope not...I really do...but the prudent man always prepares...did we get guidance from any of the other CACs..."

"Nope...they seem to be just focused on their own operations without regard to anyone else, just as you expected."

"Well then send out the broadcast maybe somebody will respond to that..."

"Now then let's get the party assembled and go meet the locals..."

"Sir, you can't be serious...I mean..."

"I am serious...I am as much as an Ambassador right now as I am an Admiral so lets go...go talk to the natives...if they want to kill me...well...they can enjoy the furor of the Klatch down on their head..."

"Yes sir...I will prepare an escort..."

Kruller gives him a side look.

"Er...at least one guard sir..."

Kruller humps and nods.

BROADCAST IN CLEAR
NOTICE: AIR OPERATIONS ARN DUKE OTTO REQUESTS BAND SIGNALS FROM CALUSCIA AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL FOR EMERGENCY HELICOPTER DEPLOYMENTS.
IF NO RESPONSE RECEIVED WITHIN 6 HOURS ARN DUKE OTTO WILL ESTABLISH EMERGENCY AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL TO COORDINATE ALL AIR VEHICLES.

Code: Select all: Message Transmit International Standard Origin: <ARN Duke Otto-Admiral James Kruller Acting on Behalf of the Protector as Marshal to Calusciaria> Dest: <Caluscaria-1000 Islands> Message Content: Will be arriving at East Beach as directed with initial medical team to help assess cases and identify those to be transported for medical care aboard. Note, to minimize traffic in the waters around the beach, will be arriving via helicopter, advise on appropriate heliport. Reply Requested

by **Caluscaria** » Mon Dec 07, 2020 10:46 am

"Look, Mum! A ship!"

The four-year girl points to the sea and jumps in front of the woman in the light brown dress, who just looks at the enormous floating castle.

"Look, Mum! A ship!"
"Look, Mum! A ship!"
"Look, Mum! A ship!"

Many children follow suit, jumping and pointing to the sea.

"What's that?", a five-year boy asks, pointing to the sky.

"It is a helicopter", a ten-year boy explains. "It..."

"IS CONTROLLED BY EVIL ROBOTS WHO CAME TO KILL US ALL!", a teen girl bellows running towards the children with her arms outstretched.

The children spread out running, followed by their parents.

BLL-EEP, BLL-EEP, BLL-EEP, BLL-EEP...

At the foot of the high peek, a tall tree stands. Leafless and blackened, it probably died during last eruption; however, it still keeps a last branch with a peeled wire hanging, as though it were plugged to the ceiling of the nearby cave. Within the cave, the cable creeps through the ceiling, covered in an isolating resin, until reaching a series of bulbs and coils on a mossy table.

"It's a transmission", the green-eyed woman announces after removing the headphones from her carrot hair. "Apparently coming from one of the foreign vehicles".

The short bearded man behid her takes the rodent from the wheel and stands up. Th lights go off.

"I did not think they would come so quickly", he says with a gruffy voice as they both go outside. "What do they say?"

She gives him the paper with the transcription:

NOT_CE: AIR ___RATIONS A_N D_K_ OTTO REQUESTS BAND SIGNALS FROM CAL_SCIA AIR TRA___C C_NTROL FOR _M_RG__CY HEL___PTER DEPLOYMENTS.
IF NO RESP_NSE REC____D WITHIN _ HOURS A_N DUKE OTTO WILL ESTA__ISH _M__G__CY AIR __AFFIC CONT__L T_ COO_DI__T_ ALL AIR VEH_CLES.

"We should tell the Wisest immediately!", she exclaims.

"And get put into prison for private crafting?", he growls, "You know our radio station is clandestine, don't you?"

"There's no legal radio station", she argues, "Even the Wisest does not have one!"

"They'll find a way to know", he asserts with a low voice.

Conscript Haloola stands firm on the spot, her eyes fixed on the approaching ships.

"They are not going to get here on those vessels", she mutters, "only shallow draft rafts can get to the beach".

"And boats", Conscript Kwon dryly utters behind her, his hand resting near the banana-leaf sling that hangs from his flax belt.

Tupu-tupu-tupu-tupu-tupu-tupu...

Five of the six conscripts look up at the source of noise, their faces a mix of awe and fear. Conscript Kown still stares at the distant ships with the pair of cold black lines he has got as eyes.

Conscript Haloola laughs.

"They're going to land on the island!", she exclaims. "Hey, over here!", she shouts, jumping with her big eyes gazing at the helicopter, making ample movements with her arms to call the pilot's attention.

The rest of the conscripts shrugh and follow suit.

"Over here!"
"Over here!"
"Over here!"
"Over here!"

Reluctantly, Conscript Kwon lifts his eyes from the ship and stares at the flying object.

by **Alcona and Hubris** » Mon Dec 07, 2020 1:04 pm

Caluscaria wrote:
Conscript Haloola stands firm on the spot, her eyes fixed on the approaching ships.

"They are not going to get here on those vessels", she mutters, "only shallow draft rafts can get to the beach".

"And boats", Conscript Kwon dryly utters behind her, his hand resting near the banana-leaf sling that hangs from his flax belt.

Tupu-tupu-tupu-tupu-tupu-tupu...

Five of the six conscripts look up at the source of noise, their faces a mix of awe and fear. Conscript Kown still stares at the distant ships with the pair of cold black lines he has got as eyes.

Conscript Haloola laughs.

"They're going to land on the island!", she exclaims. "Hey, over here!", she shouts, jumping with her big eyes gazing at the helicopter, making ample movements with her arms to call the pilot's attention.

The rest of the conscripts shrugh and follow suit.

"Over here!"
"Over here!"
"Over here!"
"Over here!"

.

OTTO 3
Otto 3 was a search and rescue bird doing its alternative mission of surveying the of the waters up to the beach. The crew used a dual frequency LIDAR to scan and determine the water depth...though they would need to sample if any visual clues made it look like there was something strange below...

The crew noticed the people standing and jumping and waving. They radioed in,
<This it OTTO 3 to Fat O, we have a group of locals apparently trying to wave us down...>
The pilot rattles of a quick description of the group and then waits for instructions.

Flight Deck Duke OTTO
Admiral Kruller sat in the CAC watching all of the various boats, helicopters, and other vehicles from other countries jockeying for position...though they seemed more interested in just dumping stuff on the beach and hurrying away...
"You think they were used car salesmen trying to deliver a pile of junkers before the buyer figures it out..." He comments dryly.
A yeoman coughs and the Admiral looks at him..."What is it Jones?"
"Sir, our survey team out on the beach indicate their is a delegation waiting for someone and trying to flag them down..."
"Must be us...haven't heard back but...Ah, hell in for a penny in for a pound...'tell them to drop some landing markers...and get the team out of the ready room..."

The Beach
To the locals the duel rotor copter just hung in the air over the water near the beach for a moment and then swung over the sand. As it did so it flew to four corners on each side of the group and dropped four large red balls, each having its top half flash brightly every 3 seconds.

As it did so another helicopter launched from the flight deck of the Duke OTTO. It was far faster than the other helicopter had been, almost leaning into the breeze. The first helicopter pulled back and away as the second slowed its approach and turned to just hover above the ground.

Ten people emerged from the craft, scrambling out and forming two rows towards the group of islanders. Four were dressed in light blue coverall type uniforms. Another four wore grey service uniforms. All wore a white band around the right arm with a red cross upon it. The second to last to emerge was dressed in camo service uniform. He too wore an white armband with a red cross. The final person in the group did not go far from the craft. She was tall, blonde and seems to regarded the beach with cold calculating precision. She sweeps it with her blue eyes without menace but also without compassion. She too is dressed in a camo service uniform but the long sword at her side, indicates something very different about her.

Actually all of the arrivals cary either very, very long knives or perhaps short swords on their belts. Those in blue and grey cary backpacks but no other weapons.

Suddenly the whole group salutes as a tall, thin man with graying hair jumps out of the helicopter. He returns the salute and then marches up to the locals. The woman with the large sword following him one step behind.

His eyes are shrewd, but kind and he has a warm, slightly wry smile on his face.

"You folks seemed to be inviting us over, so I thought we should be friendly and hop over. Admiral Kruller of the United Duchies Navy at your service. And this is the first medical team...and my Attache Commander Bones."
He indicates the tall man in the camo uniform who seems to have sprouted a tablet from somewhere.
"And behind me is Lieutenant Winton-Smith...She keeps things from killing me..."unless it is her tiger of course..."

by **Ferdialand** » Mon Dec 07, 2020 1:13 pm

The Nation state of Ferdialand would be pleased to aid you in these times of struggle, but we must first come to an agreement. This agreement being:

Caluscaria must, along a period of 6 months (our period of aiding your nation), develop its civil and political rights peacefully and through government action and then put those rights before the economy of the nation. After this period, the standard of improved rights must stay for an extra month at least.

OOC: (by the way, hope i'm doing this message right, its my first reply)

by **Alcona and Hubris** » Mon Dec 07, 2020 2:13 pm

by **States of Kumasunai** » Mon Dec 07, 2020 2:40 pm

To the people of Caluscaria,

After hearing of the recent tragedy that has struck your nation, the States of Kumasunai is more than willing to help in reconstruction efforts. If you accept our offer of sympathy, we will send basic human necessities like food and water, medical personnel to treat the wounded and our promise to you that we will not infringe on the island's independence and sovereignty. My people and I would be deeply honoured to be able to be part of this humanitarian effort.

Sincerely,
President Raharjo

by **Ferdialand** » Tue Dec 08, 2020 8:59 am

OOC: Thanks for the info A-H. I'll try to get better at posting in the forums, although I tend not to post that often. Cheers and good day.

by **Caluscaria** » Fri Dec 11, 2020 4:11 pm

Tupu-tupu-tupu-tupu-tupu-tupu...

The Caluscarian welcome committee look in awe at the hovering helicopter and then... it drops four flashing red spheres!

All conscripts jump back, startled. All but Conscript Kwon, who quickly loads a black stone in his banana-leaf sling and starts swinging.

The crimson balls stand on the black sand, tilting like a bomb about to explode.

One of the members of the committee, a particularly thin conscript with a pair of shiny green eyes in his café au lait face, slowly approaches to one of the balls and kneels to inspect it.

Then a second helicopter comes.

Conscript Kwon stares at the second helicopter and swings faster, making a buzzing sound.

"It seems harmless", the thin conscript concludes.

"Kwon...", Conscript Haloola motions for him to stop.

The buzzing sound stops as Conscript Kwon catches the swinging stone, still in the banana-leaf sling. But he does not unload it. He just stands still, staring at the flying vehicle, counting the soldiers coming from it.

"I am Conscript Haloola", she replies to Admiral Kruller with a wide smile. "Thanks for coming. This is Conscript Ahmed", she points to the thin man inspecting the flashing red ball, who timidly raises a hand.

"This is Conscript Kwon", she goes on, pointing to the man with a banana-sling in one hand and a black stone in the other.

He stays still.

She looks at him, her smile frozen.

He stays still.

"Well, the Wisest has not been able to come today, but he would be pleased to meet you later", she finally says with a melifluous voice. "He is specially interested in your offer to investigate a way to prevent more catastrophies like this one. Now, if you follow me..."

Conscript Haloola and the rest of the committee led Almiral Kruller, Commander Bones and all the marines to a devastated city of low reed-and-mud houses, mostly collapsed, surrounded by burned palm trees. There were no traces of pavement or similar. Unevenly distributed among the improvised shelters were arrays of cots for the injured. Some of them had only shallow wounds, but others had third degree burns or even missing members.

Under one of the shelters, there was a bald man stirring a steaming mix in a big black pot, his white hair contrasting with his black skin.

Everybody seemed to be busy, working in groups, but the youngest children, unkempt, some of them running, some of them playing, and some of them crying.

by **Caluscaria** » Fri Dec 11, 2020 4:33 pm

A letter was sent to Břeclav, in The Republic of Ferdialand:

Dear representatives of The Republic of Ferdialand

We feel grateful for your sympathy and your aid offering, as well as for your advice on how to improve the lives of our citizens. Just like me, you know how difficult is to cover all the needs of such a varied collectivity as a nation is. You will also know, from your experience, that change does not happen from one day to the other; people need time to get used to new laws, specially in critical times like the ones we have been bound to live. It is not the time for change, but for recovery; so I am sadly unable to accept your help, although I thank you for that.

Signed by the Wisest of the Community of Caluscaria

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