An international commission would be wonderful. For years our scholars and scribes have toiled to find the origins of Ramines, and a new perspective would not be disagreeable. Whoever, though we can supply our end of the deal, we cannot easily expect the Government to nod and let us. They are determined to slow down all religious growth in Aschlon, and will go to any lengths!
 
As for Aschlon's king? Nearly a decade ago now, the people of Hootoft City, our capital and a place with  almost half the population calling it home, declared war against their rightful Monarch, Henry II. He unfortunately lost the ensuing civil war, him and his family being brutally executed by invaders storming his home. He watched as his family and most faithful followers died in front of him, before he himself was shot. The Hootofts in their Hootoft Revolutionary Army took control of the country, leading to a 7 or so year gap of them testing the limits of what they could do, before settling on the current government. The Lord’s rightfully chosen blood line is sadly dead.
 
The current life of a faithful is a sad one. All places of worship are guarded by fully armed ASSO agents, who take down the names of those entering. It is illegal for any open followers to join the armed forces, the police force or ASSO, and is much harder for them to find jobs. You may have heard about the execution of 136 various religious leaders with the accusations of working with terrorists? None of those men that died were guilty, it was just murder hidden under a cloak of justice. Over 30,000 watched and cheered the murder of these innocent men. Whilst we cannot claim that we are the only religious sufferers, we are by far the worst off. Our voice is often ignored, with it being barely heard overseas.

We would like a commission, it would help shed the mysteries on Ramine’s origins, and may even help raise awareness of our plight against the injustice of these persecutions.

Billy Ascot, Road
OOC- I assume that English is the main spoken language in Mundus for ease of communication, so I'll be using English not Latin.
Billy looked up from the floor in shock at the man who had knocked him over. He heard him say something in what he assumed to be English. He knudged William's leg, indicating to the linguist of the group to respond.

William hesitated for a second before responding the question.
"Ah, yes good morning," he said, his heavy Aschlonian accent obvious, "my friends is fine, though I would certainly agree in the lights!"

The rest of the group looked this newcomer up and down, noticing immediately that he was not Merinian. Billy got off the floor cautiously, pulling his gun into a more accesible position. The others followed suit.

Billy tapped on William's back, telling him in rushed Aschlonian to ask where this man was from.

William smiled and addressed Amir.
"So, friend," he said, "where do you happen to be from?"

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Charlie Smith, Car

Charlie gazed across the landscape, admiring the rolling hills.
"Its a beautiful," she said, "Not very crowded either. Back home, in Hootoft City, the streets are so constantly crowded you're not allowed to drive a car."
She watched as the Spire became closer and closer.
"So," she said, "anything I should know about the Bishop before I meet him?"

For a suggestion, I'd like to throw in a Genstealer Cult uprising in the depths of an underhive, meaning the Arbites have to deal with them.

Charlie glanced around, noticing the Chaplain being pulled up the streets by his scribe and Captain Gibson and Benjamin. The Chaplain had a bloody lip and the beginning of a black eye. She sighed, then waved at them to get their attention. She smiled apologetically at their driver as the Chaplain was hauled into the back of the car.
“Sorry about this,” she said to the driver. “The meeting was great, thanks. We reached a mutual agreement.”
She climbed into the car and glared at them. Gibson shrugged awkwardly, and then nodded back to the Chaplain, rolling his eyes.
She cleared her throat, and addressed the driver. “Take us to our place of residence, please. And, oh. Tomorrow I’d like to meet your Bishop. Could you pick us up at, say 11 o’clock tomorrow and take us to the Cathedral?”

THE NEXT DAY

Charlie got into the car, the Chaplain and his scribe following suit. As they pulled away Charlie tried to make pleasant conversation with the Driver.
“So,” she asked, “you live in this area?”
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FOUR DAYS AFTER THE NACG LANDING

Billy Ascot walked down the road with his friends, his semi-automatic rifle’s butt hitting the back of his head with every step. It had been four days since the NACG had landed in Merina, and life had ,so far, been good. Two of them were fairly experienced soldiers, having fought in the Revolution against the Hootofts, and the other two were waiting for their training to begin. They had been issued some cash by the higher ups, and had quickly blown it all, mainly on alcohol. This morning they had woken up with a terrible hangover, and had been ordered out by Captain Gibson to walk it off, and had thought, for some strange reason, that they might need their weapons. That was how they ended up trudging through the streets of the city, fully armed at 5 o’clock in the morning. Billy turned a corner, suddenly walking head first into someone, stumbling and nearly falling over, knocking his friends out of their sleepy grumpiness.

OOC notes- Markus, this is where you Tamorans meet my NACG. If anyone has any issues, please ping me on Discord. The meeting with the Tamorans happens after the meeting with the Bishop, just to be clear.

Charlie smiled and nodded.
“Great,” She said, “I’ll gather my team in a few days. Also, don’t worry too much about the training. Most of my men are quite capable, but there are some who will need training.”
In the background a sudden clamor of noise began as the Chaplain’s voice rose to bellow out expletives at some unfortunate Merinians. She sighed and seemed to ponder for a second before seeming to make up her mind.
“Do you have any cannabis? He can be a bit troublesome without his fix,” She indicated the direction of the swearing, “and, unfortunately we didn’t allow him to take any on the sub.”
She made to get up, before pausing and asking a final question.
“Where would I find this Bishop of yours?”

Charlie leaned backwards in her chair after regarding the image and frowned.

"I am familiar with the name." she said, "I recall being told breifly by the Earc about him. He leads the International Association for a Free Merina, doesn't he?."

She sighed as she heard the Chaplain shout out insults in Aschlonian in the background. She shook her head in annoyance briefly as she carried on.

"We will gladly kill him, its the least we can do in return for your hospitality. We will need more information, obviously, but I am sure it will be provided to us. And do not worry about news of this getting out. We would not want to jeopardize our new friends."

To:Church of Mani

Greetings Ayatollah Najid Bolandian

The Holy Church would like to thank you for extending your hand in friendship.

We here in the Holy Church greatly admire the beliefs you portray in your worship to the Lord. Our faith is  an unusual one in comparison to the rest of Christianity, we have in our bible the chapter Ramines and Patines, the words of two prophets of which we base our beliefs on. If we dare say, our beliefs have got more in common with the Manist faith than many other popular brands of Christianity. We agree with you on many points, including the strict hierarchy that you mentioned we both possess, for man was made to be ruled by God and shepherded by his Chosen.

Our time in Aschlon is a time of pain for our faith. Our government    which we must live our lives under is outrageously religiously intolerant. Many of our most zealous preachers were executed with one of the most painful ways to die, in the mass execution of 136 religious leaders. We are amazed that the international community does not condone the Government's actions. Whilst we do not fully agree with the actions of the NACG, many of us strongly sympathize with them, for they are fighting for our beliefs against the oppressive powers of the nation. We would also like to add that the NACG doesn’t represent the rest of the Holy Church.

We would like to accept your generous offer to your city, we will decide who to send shortly. We hope that our representative can discuss our cooperation and views with you, to guide our respective beliefs to a brighter future.

We thank you for your message,

Micheal Bretu Anyt,
Head Scribe Of Archbishop Reddington
Aschlonian Holy Church.*

OOC-there are two ways you can say it, Aschlonian Holy Church or Holy Church of Aschlon. Both are correct and can be used according to preference. This is just here to avoid any confusion

Long long ago, in a land much forgotten, there lived a troll, named Utrecht. And this troll lived deep in the caves under a village. One day he woke, and his yawn caused the village above to shake. The mothers pulled their children close and the men went about their day, but with an ever weary glance at the woods where the cave opened to the sky.

A small child, called Anna was playing with her brother and threw their ball over the village boundaries into the forest. Now Anna was a brave girl, but not brave enough to go into the dark forest alone. She and her brother wept salty tears of grief, yet fortune came their way, as Elerin [Note: “Elerin” literally translates into “Eldest” in Old Aschlonian], their cousin noticed their grief.
“What is wrong little Anna?” He asked, worry for his younger cousin evident in his voice.
“We’ve lost the ball!” She cried, rocking back and forth in sadness.
Elerin frowned, this was a problem. “Don’t worry,” he cried “I have just the fix!” and he led Ana and her brother into the woods in search of the ball.

But though they searched all morning and most of the evening, they could not find their ball. Just as they were about to head home they heard a growling form behind them. They turned and beheld a pack of hungry wolves, and they leapt towards them! Ana and her brother fled, but poor Elerin was not so lucky. He went down under a pile of snarling beasts before he even realised the danger. Ana and her brother quickly disappeared into the forest, intent on escaping the beasts, but they soon realized that they were lost!

They huddled in the dark together, listening to the sounds of the woods. Suddenly a smiling face loomed out of the darkness! It was Utrecht the Troll! His gigantic face was covered in a wide, friendly smile as he looked down at the lost children.
“Hello there,” he said, “are you lost?”
The children hugged each other in terror, but nodded.
“Ah,” he said, “let's take you  home.” And he picked up the children in one hand and lumbered towards the village.

When they arrived the villagers ran to fetch their blades, but when they saw the children they dropped them in amazement, for they had never seen a troll do anything with humans other than eat them. He put Ana and her brother down and was about to turn away when Ana’s father called out to him.
“Wait!” he cried, “will you not join us for a drink?”

The troll paused, and seemed to ponder, but then nodded. The men and women of the village consumed bottle after bottle in celebration of Ana and her brother’s safety, but did not notice Utrecht barely touch his drink. And when the men and women of the village were sleeping, Utrecht seized all the children and pulled them to his lair, where he ate every last one. The people of the village cried and wept when they realised their children’s absence. But there was little they could do.

Charlie nodded at Bertrand Tomou, "Its a pleasure to meet you too."

She took a chair opposite the desk and and listen as he explained his business.

"There are several things we'd like,"She explained "the main thing is to secure a safe place for our people, free from any persecution, whilst we wait for the liberation of our homeland. The second, is to spread the word of the Aschlonian Holy Church around the globe so our beleifs do not fade away. The final thing is to reclaim our homeland from the clutches of the current Aschlonian Government. You can help us, I do beleive, with all three. In return we will kill this fellow, and assist you with this war."

She paused for a second, curious.

"Who is it you want us to kill anyway?"

Stealing Submarine
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Ricin Cocaine
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HEAVY WIP

Charlie walked along the corridor in No.5, admiring the several large paintings hanging on the walls. Behind her she could hear Father Roger, their Chaplain, grumpily accepting the help of the Merinans as they helped him up the stairs. She glanced back at Christian Atandje, and nodded to his questions.
“Travelling on the Sub was a rather strange experience, I must admit. It was good we have Captain Benjamin,” She nodded back towards the group where the Chaplain was being helped along by the Merinans and the rest of her ensemble, ”Otherwise we would never have made it here in one piece.”
She rubbed her hand tiredly over her eyes, she hadn’t slept terribly well, and continued.
“Unfortunately for us, Aschlon is not particularly safe. We are relentlessly prosecuted by the Government, simply because of our beliefs. Any attempt to raise awareness of our plight or equalise us, are branded as terrorism. ASSO uses even the mildest excuse to kill us off. Sadly, we are safer in a warzone than we are back home.”

ASSO

ASSO (Aschlon State Service Organisation) is Aschlon’s secret service, an organisation dedicated to the protection of the Nation from outside and inside threats. The organisation was founded in 2008, mainly in order to help the HRA monitor their soldiers. Since then they have expanded, growing from about a hundred members to five thousand various agents and personnel. ASSO, as a whole, is exempt from the law, however anyone found abusing that power can individually be held to account. The head of ASSO, currently Hadyn Lost, is answerable only to the Tarc, and has the power to temporarily create laws to protect the nation, however any member of the Tarc can veto it at any time.

Departments

Haydn Lost
Hadyn Lost is the current head of ASSO. He took over the position from his predecessor, who died in a car accident when his brakes jammed, in 2012. He is very anti-religious and anti-monarchy, attempting several times to pass laws that would make atheism the state mandatory belief, though he was vetoed every time by the Tarc. Recently he has been using the excuse of the NACG to push religious persecution, however this is largely unsuspected.

Notable Operations


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North Aschlonia requests to join Aschlon

North Aschlonia is a nation to the north of Aschlon. It has been historically the place where the various monarchs through history would exile dissenters. This has lead to ethnic Aschlonians making up about 53% of its population. A referendum was held there in 2008 to decide whether they would request to join Aschlon if they won the war. 83% of the population wanted to join Aschlon, and so when the war end and the new government was in control they requested to be annexed. The Tarc at that time asked them to be better prepared.
Now nearly two years  later, they have announced that everything is ready. They are prepared to become an official part of the people's republic of Aschlon in around five days.
They will not be taking part in the elections, but their Representatives (as their Provenance officials are now called) will be joining the Tarc shortly.