With the demise of Bachchan the Kingdom of Renaku had a little bit of an issue. Bachchan had been someone they'd had an uneasy relationship with. He kept to his side of the border and largely ignored the Kingdom. There was however some circumstances where there was no way the tribesman of the hills in the east of Renaku would really respect the borders, such as a lost horse, while hunting etc. As a result there had been the odd border clash between errant tribesman and the Kritamalan border forces. Now though there was an unknown, this KASA, would they be simply a continuation of the government of old, a threat or a friendly neighbour. King Temur wasn't about to take any chances on that and so he had ordered the military to mobilise. He had sent word through what channels he could that one of his Generals would be based at Karacaören, the Renaku barracks closest to their neighbours, incase KASA wished to speak.

Timur was encouraged by what John had said. He had hoped to use the network as the beginnings of a wider co-operation but John  seemed like he wanted to proceed at perhaps a faster rate than he had anticipated. "I think some of these ideas are sound, I however would insist that the set up be favourable only to us. For example I know East Moreland and Neu Urburzis have a close friendship, as does part of the Charterlands. What I want is us to ensure that this benefits us, not our friends of friends. I hope though not only can we look at an arrangement on supporting trade we could make some kind of scheme to ensure maritime security. I'm vaguely aware that the Illumic was once a hot-bed of piracy, they've disappeared from there but that simply would mean they've relocated perhaps. I don't want our new trade network to thrive only for something like piracy to cut its success short. So do you think our two nations navies could form some kind of co-operation?"

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To:- His Majesty King John V

Having inherited the throne recently and now undergone my required tour of our hill tribes it is time for me to begin expanding our nations international connections. With that in mind I look out across the Northern Sea and on the far side of it I see your own Kingdom. I am hopeful that the two of us can meet together as my first international state visit. If this is acceptable to yourself I am excited to meet at your earliest convenience.

Best Regards

King Timur

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Renaku for the mens & wheelchair please.

The people of Renaku follow a faith that could best be described as a folk faith. In its simplest form the faith believes that there are spiritual beings that control almost every aspect of nature and our interactions with it. There is no hierarchy of the Gods as that is for each person to determine, for example a farmer is more likely to devote their worship to a God of fertility and farming while a sailor is likely to pray to Gods associated with storms and water.

The faith also varies from the people living in the lowlands to those in the hill tribes. In the lowlands people have an individual connection to the Gods and can pick and choose what they worship and when. In the hills however each tribe tends to adopt a deity as the most significant. This is often based on some folklore story that ties the God or Goddess to that particular area or tribe. As such most villages will have a sacred site dedicated purely to that divine individual.

In terms of worship people pray to the Gods in different manners based upon what kind of God they are. Broadly speaking Gods fall into one of three categories

1. Creative - These are Gods that are responsible for the creation of the cosmos as well as things such as fertility and farming.
2. Maintaining - These are Gods that are protective in some manner such as Gods of the Ocean would protect you on a voyage.
3. Destructive - These are Gods that cause damage or end life. Such examples include God of Storms and the God of Disease.

There can be more than one God for each role, for example there is a God of Storms and a God of Thunder as well as a seperate God of Lightening, as a result people believe that the three Gods will work together to achieve their aims. This is used as an example for humanity to co-operate.

The faithful also believe that all Gods of other faiths are valid and are just an avatar of the Gods followed in Renaku.

The largest place of worship is the Grand Lodge of the Gods which can be found in the capital city of Çördük. This features a large open marble plaza which is often used for large scale worship on special times of the years (These tend to coincide with the Equinox's) as well as royal occasions. A long gallery runs down both the East and West flanks which features sacred statues of all the Gods. The Priesthood maintains these and each is ritually washed each day and on days important to that God offerings left. In addition on the behest of the King other rituals can take place. The main lodge however features a special place where three statues stand. These are known as the "Royal Gods" and the reigning monarch on his coronation picks three Gods, one from each category, to watch over his rule. While these can be changed periodically this is very rare. 

Nation Name:Renaku

Nation Link: https://www.nationstates.net/nation=renaku2
Provinces you wish to claim:
1:  P74
2:  P75
3:  P73
4: P76
5: P72
6: P78

Proposed colour of your nation on the map: any

I, Renaku, have read the rules set down above, and agree to follow them.

Dear Mr. Maxwell Power

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Vizier Burhanettin Tiryaki and I represent the King of Renaku. As you may be aware the young King has just inherited the throne and will shortly begin what is known as the Yüce Yürüyüşü, which would be translated as the "Noble Walk". Every new King travels to the fifty largest hill tribes and walks into their village to be greeted by the people. There he accepts the oath of loyalty from the Chief and in return presents them with a valuable gift as a reward for that loyalty. His Majesty has determined that as the tribesman view themselves as proud warriors he would like to present swords and knowing the respect Morelanders have for swordsmanship and the swordsmiths craft he would be interested in comissioning a Morelander to make these blades. As you are the blade maker for the East Moreland royal family I can therefore think of no finer craftsman on Mundus as to make these blades. If this is a task that you are interested in undertaking we would be delighted to have you come visit Renaku and begin the work, for which we will ensure you are handsomely rewarded. We are hopeful that you will accept our request and look forward to welcoming you to Renaku soon.

Deepest Respects
Burhanettin Tiryaki
Grand Vizier of the Renaku Royal Family.

Timur Peynirci may have been a Prince but for 104 weeks he was to be a private soldier. That at least was the plan, as it had been for every royal since anyone could remember. "We all serve among the people we rule over" his father, King Kubilay IV had told him as he had posed for the photos taken at Çamlıca Barracks. The media had been keen to get the photos of the 18 year old royal being dropped off by his parents and given his black beret symbolising he was now just a mere conscript within his fathers army. The first four weeks flew by as his days were filled with drill, exercise and lessons on everything from shooting to map reading and to first aid. The Prince was an athletic young man and actually found he was enjoying much of the action while maybe not equally enjoying the drill sergeants constant yelling and screaming. It was something he could do without and in his mind it showed very little respect. He knew that it was all about duty to complete these two years of training and show the general public that like the rest of the Peynirci dysnasty he was devoted to service of the country and the people who lived there. While the coastline may be made up of beautiful cities combining the very best in modern archetecture with stunning historic buildings that showcased the nations proud heritage there was also the tribes who lived in the snow topped hills that gave the nation of Renaku its name. It was those in the tribes who would have the higher expectations of the Prince to do his duty, despite the 21st Century having arrived two decades ago these hill tribes still saw themselves as warriors despite it being a long time since any real war had come to the shores in Renaku. They still demanded that their rulers were people who had been willing to fight and shed blood for the good of the community.

Things had been great for the first four weeks until the trainees had been granted a weekend pass and while the Prince could very easily have gone back to the luxury of his families palaces he had opted not to. Instead he had headed into Çamlıca with a group of his fellow recruits. That wasn't the issue, infact his father would encourage such a thing as it would further demonstrate to the people that he was a man of the people, that he stood shoulder to shoulder with the common folk. The problem though was the morning after. As Sergeant Major Aksoy had swung by each of rooms the soldiers called home he discovered the Prince was not alone, instead the Sergeant Major caught a glimpse of a raven haired woman diving under the covers. From that point the Prince's life took a radical turn and even his royal status wasn't going to help him. Aksoy grabbed him by the foot and dragged him out of bed. The Prince protested by trying to remind Aksoy that he was a Prince and therefore couldn't be treated this way but as he was thrown into the corridor naked the tall NCO continued to push, kick and otherwise cajole Timur the length of the blockhouse as his comrades sniggered watching him go. At the far end of the corridor the Prince found Captain Mataracı had appeared from his own room and without any hesitation of showing fear or favor the Military Police had been called. First the young beauty found in the Princes room was escorted from the base, a round of applause being given in comedical fashion by those watching her blushingly leave. Next the Prince, a pair of fatigues having been handed to him, was escorted from the block in cuffs.

Two days later the Prince found himself in front of a court martial who within just thirty minutes found him guilty of a variety of offences and sentenced him to four weeks in a military prison. There had been the hope for Timur that his father would intervene and indeed he had but instead of arranging for his sons sentence to be commuted or served in some kind of easy establishment he had found himself sent to the hard labour camp at Çınarcık. For four long weeks the Prince was forced to raise at 5am each morning, shower in rain water stored in an tank on the roof of the prison block which in truth was just a series of concrete cubes with beds bolted to the floor. Each cube had no window even the plaster on the roof was peeling badly but barely visible by the single bulb that looked like it was on its last legs. From there he would be taken into the large yard which housed a variety of tasks for the inmates. There was a series of rocks that would be broken down to provide shale for construction. There was a large metal tank that required filling with water each day to top up the water supply of the prison complex, buckets from a well providing the top up. The job Timur hated most however was the wheel. A large ancient pair of mill stones on which the wheat needed to make the flour for the prison kitchen was milled. A large wooden handle protruded from one of the stones that allowed it to be pushed round in a large circle grinding the wheat into a powder which would then be placed into sacks and carried away. It was back breaking work and boring as hell wlaking in an endless circle. It was during one of these long boring sessions that it was apparent today would be no normal day. As Timur began to feel his ankles ache from pushing the wheel he noticed the various guards talking and gathering in groups before walking off to speak with another guard. Every now and again he would spot a few glancing over his way. It wasn't until sunset and the relief of his freedom from the wheel that he learned the news, his father had died. As the heir though there was a problem, there had never been a Prince to inherit the throne without his military service, nor had there been a Prince who had been serving time for military crimes. Things began to happen quickly after that.

That evening there was a commotion outside the cell block, Timur could hear things getting louder and louder and then gun shots and explosions. Without the aid of a window he couldn't hear what was happening properly but it seemed like things were getting closer and closer. Unable to sleep he pushed his ear towards a wall and hoped to hear something more clearly but instead he could feel the wall rumble with explosions. Then the sound of gunfire just outside the door and yelling. He could just about recognise the voice of one of the guards yelling to "just let me do it" but then more bursts of gunfire. Timur began to feel sick as he feared what would happen next but there was silence for what seemed an age. There was then the metallic scrape of the key in the lock. Timur didn't know why but he grabbed his blanket from his bed and held it before him, almost as though it had somehow magically become bullet proof. The top lock was unlocked now and he could hear the bottom one turning. He began saying prayers to the Gods, to those of the rivers, those who guarded the mountains and most importantly to the God of Death asking him to not take him today. The door was now swinging open. "Friends Sir! Friends" the heavily accented voice came from the other side of the door as it slowly was pushed open. The man spoke Renakuian as though it was not native to him, that was not a surprise though in Renaku as many of the tribes maintained their own language and spoke Renaku only on official business which many tried to avoid as much as possible. "We take and help" the man said as he entered the room, an AK-47 held low by his side. "I name Ramazan Solak, Master of Solak Beylik." The Prince relaxed a little, the Beylik's were a series of provinces in the mountains,  Çınarcık sat on the edge of the Solak one, and it appeared now that Ramazan was the leader of the region, but what was he doing here?

"Whats happening?" Timur asked nervously.

Ramazan pointed at the Prince, "Father he die but now cousin Ziya claim throne. We not allow him to execute." The way Ramazan pointed at the Prince while saying "execute" was a concern.

"So my cousin is trying to take the throne?" Timur asked nervously. He though found an almost immediate reassurance by the way Ramazan laughed and smiled.

"The Beylik Divan agree he not allowed" The Beylik Divan was the council made up of the leaders of each of the various hill tribes and while it was not the most powerful body in the Kingdom, that was reserved for the Kings Council, it had a massive amount of influence. Its members were not afraid to get their hands dirty and if they supported you then it meant you had access to essentially the nations "Muscle" and seemingly Ramazan was a rescue mission. The man took the Prince to a little village nearby where for the first time in weeks Timur was able to have a warm shower and was served a beautifully cooked lamb stew. He thanked the wife of Ramazan who had presented it to him and she seemed very pleased with his praise. The next morning a procession of pick ups arrived during the day, some carrying machine guns mounted on the back and others just packed with men carrying a variety of rifles. "We have army if need to make you King." Ramazan explained as the group moved to a large barn. With men sat on bales and the various Masters of the different Beylik's stood in a huddle it seemed it would be in this tiny village the fate of the Kingdom would be determined. Timur struggled to understand the language being spoken, he knew a few bits and pieces of the "Hill Languages" of which there were about ten, many of them related, but the speed at which the men spoke it meant he was often clueless about what was being discussed. Finally with a loud chorus of laughter and several warm hugs among the Masters Ramazan returned to the Prince. "We will take you to the city, there we make King." he said as though simply by saying it the deed was done.

"But I am not able to be King yet" The Prince said, the law was clear and Timur suspected many wouldn't accept it.

"Cousin is a bad man, he already trying to sell land here in mountains. Gods made you Prince so Gods want you on throne. It is the will" The room echoed the sentiment and so that evening Timur found himself dressed in warm tirbesman clothing as the convoy of pick ups made their way down towards the lowlands where villages gave way to towns and cities and there at the coast, some 36 hours later they meet the Army about 50km outside Çördük. Four tanks and a group of soldiers blocked the roadway. Timur shifted uneasily in the passenger seat of the truck that Ramazan drove. The man seemed confident and despite the language barrier Timur was growing to like him. As they neared the Prince had expected either bullets to rip through the windshield or to screech to a halt prompting a stand off but instead the tanks rolled aside and simply allowed the convoy with flags flying through. as Timur glanced backwards he could see soldiers piling onto the tanks and following in their wake. He could just about make out one soldier unfurl a flag of a tribe as the tanks joined the journey south. "They are brothers" Timur breathed a sigh of relief as his new guardian chuckled. There were more members of the military joining at each town they passed, seemingly members of the hill tribes who had joined up themselves, probably looking for a better life away from the snowy mountains and now showing their loyalty to the tribes decisions. By the time they got Çördük they had a large convoy. This time a group of the Army did block their path and their was a stand off for around thirty minutes before an officer carrying a white flag approached walking step in step with Ramazan.

"I am General Poyraz Küçük" the man said with a bow, "First allow me to extend my condolences for the death of your father." Timur thanked him. "I speak on behalf of the army, your cousin is not of the blood, he is not pure and therefore when we have a pureblooded Prince avaliable to us he can not sit on the throne. You though can not either at present. I am proposing to you a route that will see you take the throne with military approval."

"I'm listening" Timur said happy that it seemed things were working themselves out.

"You will take the crown and the power of King. You will remain in the military for the remainder of your time and we shall assign you the rank of Lt-Col in the Royal Structural Engineers Corps, the assignment you will be given will be the maintenance of the Royal Palaces. This should be simple enough for us to say you have a commitment to the honour of the military. In addition I want two seats of the Kings Council, one for me and one for my brother. Do we have an agreement?"

Timur extended his hand, "General I look forward to my new posting as a Lt-Col" the Prince smiled. As the two shook hands the tribesman and the Generals men errupted in cheers and side by side the two convoys entered the capital where the only resistance was at the royal Palace. Seeing the ragged tribesman and the General side by side it was clear any last stand was doomed to fail and only the most full hardy gave any resistance. Within an hour Timur was in the throne room, his cousin lying dead on the throne room floor. Two tribesman had strangled him to death with a lamps extension cord. Timur hadn't expected it to end this way but Ramazan and the General had taken the decision out of his hands saying it would be "cleaner" if the cousin was gone. Now he sat on the throne, the weight of the future hit him. He would be King and now he owed a few favours but that was often the nature of life in Renaku.