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Press Offices / Re: Press Office of Social Media
« Last post by Beatrice on March 23, 2024, 10:57:39 PM »
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International News Networks / Re: Rokkenjima Broadcasting Corporation (RBC)
« Last post by Beatrice on March 23, 2024, 09:02:32 PM »


Proposal For Grand Duchy To Expand Considered


The move would see the Grand Duchy encompass Fukadomari, with the later becoming the Duchy itself.

Grand Duchess Sophia has been involved in a series of talks with the Fukadomari Administration starting a process which would see the Grand Duchy of Josai become the Grand Duchy of Fukadomari. Support for the move is popular with citizens of Fukadomari, who believe that their position within the First Empire would be elevated to a level beyond even that which is held by the Rishiri Imperial Overseas Dependency. "Josai on its own is an economic powerhouse within Rokkenjima, yet we believe that combining Josai and Fukadomari into one entity, the proposed Grand Duchy of Fukadomari, we may see that position strengthened yet further. With the port capacity of Fukadomari, essentially serving as a gateway to the broader Empire, we believe that a Grand Duchy of Fukadomari can stand on equal footing with the Tri-City Megalopolis (Ashinxao, Exuperia and Pyrettania) as an engine of economic growth and opportunity for the Rokkenjiman People," Administrator Arima Mitsuharu shared with the RBC.

The Grand Duchess shared the position of Administrator Arima, stating that "for long Josai has held a special status, yet it would not be maintained without the links and cooperation which have long existed between the Grand Duchy and the Fukadomari Administrative Region. Despite being essentially one city amongst many on our shared island the Grand Duchy holds representation in the Imperial Diet where, as a Administrative Region, Fukadomari holds only a non-voting voice in the Imperial Diet. While we have maintained a cooperative agreement with Fukadomari to see Josai use its voice in the Imperial Diet for the benefit of all who call our island home I do not feel this arrangement is ideal, nor is it one which is sustainable over the long-term. In the coming days I understand that the People of Fukadomari will vote on a measure of incorporation, one which would see Fukadomari incorporate itself into the Grand Duchy, after which we would move to see the Grand Duchy of Josai essentially "reverse incorporate" into Fukadomari to become the Grand Duchy of Fukadomari. I have spoken with the Empress on this proposal and, after a series of talks with her, she has stated that the First Empire would not insert itself in this process and that the Crown would respect the will of the People, whatever they should choose."


Grand Duchess Sophia, Princess of Estvua, was approached by the Fukadomari Administrative Region considering a proposed change to the status of the region.

"Naturally, should this plan be selected by our respective Peoples, Kajūkuri would be maintained as the capital of the new Grand Duchy, with Josai maintaining its status as a holding of the Anselmo Family," the Grand Duchess continued. "Upon the successful conclusion of this process I, myself, would look forward to being a voice for the People of Fukadomari, ensuring that the interests of all on our island are known and acted upon in Pyrettania, while seeing that our position as the gateway to Rokkenjima is something we capitalize on moving forward. I would also seek to take advantage of our relative proximity to Abertone, Floodwater and Tsukishima while introducing a package which would see increased utilization of rail links between the ports and cities of Fukadomari to create an integrated, competitive and profitable Fukadomarian market. For example, we could utilize the Idaina Yama, which is the site of some excavations, for naturally cooled data centres to be established, linked to the broader global economy via our fibre optic connection to Estvua Prefecture. We will have to see how the votes go naturally, however, I promise the People of Josai and those of Fukadomari, I will be ready from day one to lead and utilize our advantages for the benefit of all who call Fukadomari home."
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Factbooks and Maps / Kingdom of Renaku
« Last post by Renaku on March 23, 2024, 08:57:09 PM »
THE KINGDOM OF RENAKU


"Ren" translates to "clean" or "pure," and "Aku" could be associated with "Ak" meaning "white." The name of the nation is taken from the snow capped mountains that dominate part of the nation from where it is believed the nation originated. It is believed the Renaku "civilisation" began from the unification of several hill tribes who seemingly began unifying in the centuries that ended the Ice Age. It is at this time that it is believed a ceremonial centre was constructed at Çördük and today this stands as the capital of the nation. The nation has two definite identities. The hills feature hundreds of tribes arranged into a system of Beylik's which are like extended family groups. The second is the more modern plains which feature modern cities with smatterings of historic cities dated to the 5th Century BC when the nation began to establish itself first as a series of small Kingdoms before finally united in the 10th Century.

Today the nation is a monarchy with several, rather ineffective, checks and balances on the monarchs power.


Natural Resources

coal, iron ore, copper, chromium, antimony, mercury, gold, barite, borate, celestite (strontium), emery, feldspar, limestone, magnesite, marble, perlite, pumice, pyrites (sulfur), clay, arable land, hydropower



Land Use

agricultural land: 49.7%
arable land: 26.7%
permanent crops: 4%
permanent pasture: 19%
forest: 14.9%
other: 35.4%



Population: 92,823,221

Nationality-  Renakuan

Ethnic Groups - Renakuan 50%, Hill Tribes 35%, 15% Other

Languages - Renakuan (official language (Turkish), there are around 30 other tribal languages that are extremely similar allowing many of the people to understand the vast majority of each others.

Religions - Field Gods (62%), Tribal Faiths (25%) 13% others



Government
 
The nation is run by the monarch supported by a King's Council. There are however a series of agreements that act as a small level check and balanace on their power. The King's Council must approve all changes to taxation and should 2/3 of the Council oppose legislation from the King then it is blocked. In addition there is the Beylik Divan which is a council made up of the various leaders, known as Masters, of the various hill tribes. The Beylik Divan has the power to veto infastructure projects within the hills they oversee.

The Kings Council is made up of 61 individuals. The King appoints 30, the people elect 31.

Laws are passed in the following manner.

1. The King issues a Partial Decree. This is then discussed by the Beylik Divan and the Kings Council and each may give feedback on it with suggestions for amendments. The King is then free to utilise or ignore the proposals.
 
2. The King arranges a reading of the Decree before the Kings Council either the King or his appointed individual must answer questions put to them by the Council who then vote for it.

3. Should 2/3 of the Council oppose the Decree then it must be either amended or scrapped. Should it not be opposed it then becomes law.

4. Once every two weeks the King attends a meeting where the Kings Council and five delegates from the Beylik Divan may present proposals for new laws. Should the King approve of them he takes over the process as stated above.

In terms of the passing of the crown it must pass down the male bloodline and passes in order of children, siblings, cousins, uncles etc.

The Current King is Timur III of the Peynirci dynasty.
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Vignettes / From The Big House to the Royal House
« Last post by Renaku on March 23, 2024, 06:36:46 PM »
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.
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Pharaoh Announces Ambitious Reintroduction Program


The Clysperi Lion, which used to have a natural range which spanned from Abydos to Clysperis in the wild, has survived only in Clysperi zoos for the past 60 years.

The Clysperi Lion used to be found in great numbers in Northern Cotf Aranye, stretching from Abydos in the west to Clysperis in the east. This subspecies of lion was well known in antiquity, where it was used in amphitheaters in the Ardian Empire, far removed from its native range, mostly being killed for sport. It was then hunted to extinction in the wild in the mid 20th century, existing today as a population of around 100 individuals in zoos located throughout the Clysperi Kingdom. Working with the Royal Interior Ministry, Pharaoh Akasha Di-‘nh-mi-Re has embarked upon a program to see their successful reintroduction into the wild.

"Their path to extinction in the wild greatly accellerated under the Soviet regime," the Pharaoh shared with CMSC, "with the bastards of Stalin hunting them for bragging rights with their comrades. However, their drive to see the Clysperi Lion become a memory of a bygone era failed and, today, at least 100 of these majestic animals survive under the watchful care of Clysperi zoologists who have been working with Khemnen Palace to see the restoration of a wild population. "We have been increasingly removing them from close human interaction," the Pharaoh said of the last purebred Clysperi lions, "up to the point were a wildlife refuge is seeing the first generation which we are hopeful will succeed in an even less regulated environment. There are great tracts of land in the Southern Lands where they once roamed wild which we are initially eyeing for their reintroduction to a life without human guidance and, from the data I've received, the project looks most hopeful," she continued.

While concerns had previously been held recent Clysperi laws enacted at the behest of the Pharaoh have made any hunting of the Clysperi Lion an act punishable by execution, while cooperation has been secured with land owners in the Southern Lands to ensure "co-existence is possible" as the Clysperi Lion is allowed to extend its habitat from established refuges. "We're taking this process in a series of steps," the Pharaoh added, "steps which we feel will ensure that this venture is successful. As we proceed, future generations of Clysperi will be able to once again see the Clysperi Lion roam proud and free, and while the steps we're taking today may be nascent, they are truly awe-inspiring as an action of a government to correct the wrongful interference of human activity upon the processes of nature."
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International News Networks / Re: News from the Empire of Tanith (multi-source)
« Last post by GiseleAstra on March 21, 2024, 10:22:13 PM »

In the 1024th year of the Emperor's Reign
Brought to you by the Office for Media Affairs


TOMB DESECRATION VERDICT DUE

In late January of this year two individuals, Avitus Seneca and Ulysses Tatius, were caught by members of the The Inquisition Guard attempting to pick the lock to the Shrine of the Emperor. The structure which stands on the edge of Tanith Magna is home to Emperor Aurelius Drakonius and from where his spirit is able to communicate with the Regent. The two were discovered during routine patrols equipped with lock picks, cameras and computer equipment. The two have been linked to a website which aims to debunk the Divinatus faith and had hoped to gain access to the inner sanctum of the Shrine thus disturbing the Emperor and placing the nation at risk. The Inquisition Guard handed the duo over to the Courts who are expected to return a verdict on their crimes of tomb desecration, treason,  interfering with Imperial property and vandalism. If found guilty of treason the two could face the death penalty. Adeptus Ministorium, which is responsible for the maintainence of the nations only state sanctioned faith, is lead by  Ecclesiarch Livianus Turnus who appeared as a witness in the trial stating, "The residency of the Emperor is a sacred place in which only the pure may walk. To do otherwise would harm the Emperors meditation which has successfully guided us through our nations past. To harm a member of the Imperial Family is treason and while we are thankful that the Inquisition Guard managed to halt them from their aims the very fact that they had this intent is, in my mind at least, just as much treason as would be murdering the Emperor or Regent."

The 12 person jury have been asked to return with answers to two questions. For each charge do they find the two individuals innocent or guilty, while on the charge of treason they will also be asked whether they would sanction the use of the death penalty. Should they return guilty verdicts on treason and approve the death penalty then the two men will have 7 days to appeal and then a panel of three judges would determine their fate. If the verdict is then upheld they would then be executed 48 hours later by manner of the Garrot, this however can be commuted to firing squad with the Regents approval. Furthermore the Regent retains the power to commute death sentences to imprisonment for life with hard labour. The verdict is expected to be announced at around lunchtime tomorrow. 
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International News Networks / Re: Rokkenjima Broadcasting Corporation (RBC)
« Last post by Beatrice on March 21, 2024, 07:59:19 PM »


Imperial Rokkenjiman Navy Finalizes Plans For Ryōshi Class Ordinance Ship


The Ryōshi Class as envisioned by Rosa Shipyards, who beat out a bid by Abstergo to build the ordinance ship.

Featuring at least one hundred missiles whilst possessing an array of systems to defend itself from enemy threats the Imperial Rokkenjiman Navy is moving forward with the Ryōshi Class. Seen as a compliment to current Rokkenjiman naval doctrine the ordinance ship will be capable of supplementing the firepower of both the submersible and surface fleets of the IRN, with plans for at least one Ryōshi Class vessel to be a component in Carrier Strike Groups and Battleship Battle Groups.

The ships will feature 48 VLS cells in an area which would normally see a 5 inch main gun, providing medium range air defense capabilities. Ryōshi will also have an integrated mast utilizing AESA radar for fire control and detection of its weapons systems, with Abstergo providing the latest generation of ICON systems for the vessel. A further 32 VLS cells are located behind the mast amidship, which are a larger variant which allows the accomodation of larger missiles. As Ryōshi is aimed to serve in a deterrence role against adversarial missile threats it will be fitted with a diverse set of options for ship to surface attack methods, including cruise and ballistic missiles. The Ryōshi is envisioned as a nimble surface compliment to the submersible Sovereign Class submarine.

Fifteen vertical tubes for the deployment of ballistic missiles are also present, with speculation pointing to Abstergo's Damocles II-B being the missile of choice for the Ryōshi. At the stern we see two erect-able launch systems seemingly capable of accommodating Damocles II, although this capability demands servicing options for Ryōshi for supply options to load this version of the Damocles at sea. Ryōshi is expected to displace about 8,000 tons at a length of 492 feet. She will be 20 meters wide with a draft of 9.5 meters.

The IRN has ordered at least 8 of the ships initially.
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Diplomacy and Events / Re: A War within a war (Borland Spat -Open RP)
« Last post by Beatrice on March 20, 2024, 10:40:24 PM »
Lucinda had been reluctant, yet once she found her finger on the enter key, there was no going back. Her message, transmitted anonymously and securely, was out there. She wasn't sure she would find the answers she was looking for, yet, she hoped she would find some along the way regardless.

"Beatrice,

A name I've often attached to just one woman, so this is already outside my comfort zone, but please hear my request and speak with me frankly. How did he die and, more importantly, how did he live following our brief time together? Despite the reports I had before me a man in full command of his convictions and faith, not a mindless terrorist as much of Mundus painted him as. I must ask this as his passing stirred something in my soul to awakening, and the feelings I feel overwhelm me to an extent which is incapable of being put to pen and paper, so to say. I used to kill without restraint and now, I can no longer do that, I feel empathy for others and that is quite new to me, so I must know of his life, to see just what he did to me and fix it. I know those in my life love that I'm like this now but I hear alarm bells all around me, so if I can undo whatever he effected in me, no, a part of me says I should embrace this path. I still need to know those details but, from my point and don't broadcast it, Barren was a good man. Rooted firmly in his faith and tradition, and a kind soul to those who had none to offer him, I do admire the man he was. I feel as though a part of him latched itself onto me, help me understand it all please."

"PS:" she added, "Baxter JR is doing well, I can't say he came from your shores but, he's a little devil all the same and I love him for it, I could only hope Baxter Sr would be proud of his indirect progeny."
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Diplomacy and Events / Re: A War within a war (Borland Spat -Open RP)
« Last post by Norgeras on March 20, 2024, 06:36:31 PM »
The Alchemist brewed himself some green tea as he glanced out from his cabin on one of their mobile bases. The sweet irony was this one paid for itself, it smelled like a cheap fish market and oil but it got them mostly around the oceans almost undetected. Of course, that's because most of the time it wasn't a vigilance base. It was just a fishing vessel and onboard processing facility. The Seaforthian Fishing Line Family had lost several members to the Borlanders in the Past - their current Head now a Vigilance Member, quite fittingly going by codename Neptune. The Ship was filled with crew from Zimalian Slums that lost their families to the Borlanders, and sailed under Zimalian flag.

But today, today part of the hold was holding stored servers. And one of the gutting rooms was hosting eight Hackers, bound and tied up ready for Rudolph to go to work. He glanced over at their newest member. The young man had lost his only living family to one of their guests, and when looking for a job had whined about the borlanders being responsible. Technically the gang attack wasn't borlander territory, the guy just worked as a hacker for a borlander. but to vigilance it was one and the same. Rudolph put his cup down after enjoying the drink, rising from his seat, donning his mask:

"Got a name for yourself yet?" the mask muffling his voice and hiding his wide grin while the young man seemed unsure. He shuffled around and glanced to the ocean.

"Are you guys really doing the right thing?"

Rudolph shrugged and looked out the window:

"No, and we don't pretend we do. But all we, and you too, have left is take vengeance. Barren is dead, but many of these arseholes are out there, ready to kill again." 

Rudolph held his arms wide, palms pointing up:

"Let yourself be consumed by the rage, join me. He's down there, and not even important. We can make a little show."





Their main guy was bound to a chair and unharmed, minus some smaller abrasions from struggling against the cuffs - Rudolph sat across from him and various torture implements lay behind him, ready to be used. The fun part? The life stream of the guys kid at school on a monitor:

"I expect every password, every name, every access code you have. also, seriously? A School in Neu Uburzis? you could have as well mailed your kid to me with a bow around the neck!"

His raspy laugh  through the mask as he grabbed a knife from the implements and handed it to their new recruits:

"Just to drive the point home. You won't make it out alive, but your kid might if you play nice. If you don't? I already know enough people at that school and without you around no ones going to protect your kid."

Rudolph walked to one of the others on their chairs, grabbed him by the hair and dragged the screaming man across the floor. Together with his new recruit, they forced the mans jaw open in front of the borlander. Of course, they didn't remove the gag. they didn't care if he was ready to talk yet or not. The new guy grabbed a knife while Rudolph held the tongue out with a pair of pliers, showing it all good to their main target.

"See, you can avoid us getting ugly like this. You could die cleaner than him if you cooperate."

Then they cut it out, as rudolph pushed the guy to the ground:

"Be quick and make sure he survives." he ordered, his goons dragging the mutilated man out. Rudolph turning the light out on the remaining other prisoners as he and the new guy leaves.

"Is Apep taken?" the young man asks, as rudolph laughed under his mask:

"It is now, Apep, it is now."





In truth, Rudolph didn't care about hurting the kid, but it was another lead. Chances where the borlanders would attempt getting custody on the kid and give him more names and leads. He grinned as he thought about some clever ai uses for the man though. Didn't have to be real to make it seem so.
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Sporting Hub / Re: Mundus Cycling Cup 2024
« Last post by paralipomena on March 20, 2024, 12:37:24 AM »

Lacuna Classic 2024
(Men's)

1 - Abrus McGlathery (Tolsenn-Lark) 6:24:01
2 - Paul Johnstone (Tolsenn-Lark) + 00:00
3 - Andrew Mason (Phoenix Cycling) + 00:00
4 - Kalevi Tammivaara (MKTkom) + 00:01
5 - Kimmo Peltonen (AABL-Ujredi) + 00:15
6 - Daniel Longbridge (Phoenix Cycling) + 00:52
7 - Shalva Kvachantiradze (MKTkom) + 01:04
8 - Martial Giove (AureaTerra) + 01:19
9 - Friedrich Wagner (SV Meergesellen) + 01:26
10 - Germund Strand  (AABL-Ujredi) + 01:26
11 - Ramaz Gamkrelidze (MKTkom) + 01:28
12 - Imeda Kupatadze (AABL-Ujredi) + 01:28
13 - Timothy Coulter (Phoenix Cycling) + 01:32
14 - Heinrich Müller (SV Meergesellen) + 02:45
15 - Sasu Saarinen (AABL-Ujredi) + 03:09
16 - Kang Young-chul (Jaeyal-Suchul Team) + 03:44
17 - Tariel Kipiani (MKTkom) + 04:21
18 - Nero Sextus (Jaeyal-Suchul Team) + 04:49
19 - Choi Ung (Jaeyal-Suchul Team) + 05:27
20 - Otto Schulz (SV Meergesellen) + 06:35



Lacuna Classic 2024
(Women's)

1 - Katerina Shvets (Pelagiya-Semelberg) 3:32:32
2 - Misato Futagawa (Higanbana) + 00:00
3 - Eveliina Makela (MKTkom) + 00:00
4 - Tirelle Quaite (Westbay) + 00:00
5 - Astrid Bergstrom (Gamsbärte 1890) + 00:00
6 - Ingrid Hügel (Gamsbärte 1890) + 00:00
7 - Eter Dzindzichasvili (MKTkom) + 00:05
8 - Tsuneko Hijikata (Higanbana) + 00:05
9 - Hadewynda Salonen (Kommuna Ladies) + 00:10
10 - Cecily Dynara (Westbay) + 00:10
11 - Aleksandrina Chaykovsky (Pelagiya-Semelberg) + 00:25
12 - Ragna Knudsen (Kommuna Ladies) + 00:31
13 - Silvia Helvia (AureaTerra) + 00:36
14 - Greta Reinhardt (AureaTerra) + 00:37
15 - Fryda Andersen (Kommuna Ladies) + 00:37
16 - Sanae Osumi (Higanbana) + 00:39
17 - Aurelia Junia (AureaTerra) + 00:41
18 - Aquila Caelia (AureaTerra) + 00:41
19 - Quintina Ceres (AureaTerra) + 00:45
20 - Lidochka Fyodorov (Pelagiya-Semelberg) + 01:00



Mundus Cycling Cup - Overall Standings

Men's Mundus Cycling Cup - Individual classification

1 - Abrus McGlathery (Tolsenn-Lark) - 66 points
2 - Andrew Mason (Phoenix Cycling) - 55 points
3 - Eddie Chevere (Tolsenn-Lark) - 43 points
4 - Hakaru Akiyama (Hachinobu Suisei) - 35 points
5 - Germund Strand (AABL-Ujredi) - 24 points
6 - Heinrich Müller (SV Meersegellen) - 22 points
7 - Paul Johnstone (Tolsenn-Lark) - 19 points
8 - Kalevi Tammivaara (MKTkom) - 18 points
9 - Hans Richter (SV Meergesellen) - 13 points
10 - Kimmo Peltonen (AABL-Ujredi) - 13 points


Men's Mundus Cycling Cup - Team classification

1 - Tolsenn-Lark - 128 points
2 - Phoenix Cycling - 78 points
3 - AABL-Ujredi - 59 points
4 - SV Meergesellen - 44 points
5 - Hachinobu Seisei - 38 points


Women's Mundus Cycling Cup - Individual classification

1 - Katerina Shvets (Pelagiya-Semelberg) - 61 points
2 - Tirelle Quaite (Westbay) - 44 points
3 - Tsuneko Hijikata (Higanbana) - 43 points
4 - Misato Futagawa (Higanbana) - 43 points
5 - Natela Iludidze (MKTkom) - 25 points
6 - Hadewynda Salonen (Kommuna Ladies) - 23 points
7 - Maria Cairns (Phoenix  Cycling) - 16 points
8 - Darja Pasternak (Pelagiya-Semelberg) - 16 points
9 - Eveliina Makela (MKTkom) - 16 points
10 - Ingrid Hügel (Gamsbärte 1890) - 15 points                                           


Women's Mundus Cycling Cup - Team classification

1 - Higanbana - 90 points
2 - Pelagiya-Semelberg - 84 points
3 - MKTkom - 56 points
4 - Westbay - 48 points
5 - Kommuna Ladies - 46 points


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