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Press Offices / Re: Press Office of Social Media
« on: September 02, 2021, 09:35:51 PM »
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Map / Re: Claiming Your Spot on the Map
« on: July 01, 2021, 06:37:24 AM »
Would it be possible to move Ibueri to B-1 ?
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International News Networks / Re: Free Mundus
« on: June 21, 2021, 05:30:08 AM »
Foreign Nationals Released: Ibueri
Three Foreign nationals were released from detainment today. Maxence Delarue & Jean Pichon, both from the Republic of Fleur, and Aldric Leutwin, from the Federal Union of Jugland, were released from the Ilirne detainment center among others. The three individuals were apprehended by local authorities following their suspected involvement in political activism in the form of demonstrations against the Government of Ibueri within the town of Illirne. Branded as foreign agents and officially accused of acting "with intent to undermine the authority of, and threaten the unity of, the country" the three were promptly detained by authorities following a clash between law enforcement agents a demonstrators.
Within Ibueri it is illegal to engage in any organization, gathering, or assembly with intent to publicly criticizes the Government or the Bilyar, with many such breaches often resulting in prompt disruption by local authorities and subsequent prisons sentences. The release of the three offending individuals is an act many within the country itself, and international observers, have deemed "uncharacteristic" for a government often criticized as "authoritarian". Even more unusual, the release of the three individuals, and of native Ibuerian activists is reported to have been a direct request from the office of the Bilyar himself, an official letter of pardoned dawning the leaders signature securing the their release.
Whether an act of genuine judicial mercy or the machinations of politicking not yet known, the act is a potential sign of a new shift in domestic policy for Ibueri. As for the three now freed foreign nationals, part of the official pardoning calls for the three individuals to voluntarily leave the country by the end of the week or otherwise be deported.
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Map / Re: Claiming Your Spot on the Map
« on: April 29, 2021, 07:45:07 AM »
Nation Name:Ibueri
Nation Link: Nationstates factbook
Provinces you wish to claim:
1: Y - 70
2:
3:
4:
5:
6:
Proposed colour of your nation on the map: What ever is convenient for you good sire.
I, _Ibueri/Kopsje_, have read the rules set down above, and agree to follow them.
Nation Link: Nationstates factbook
Provinces you wish to claim:
1: Y - 70
2:
3:
4:
5:
6:
Proposed colour of your nation on the map: What ever is convenient for you good sire.
I, _Ibueri/Kopsje_, have read the rules set down above, and agree to follow them.
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Press Offices / Foreign Nationals Detained
« on: April 16, 2021, 07:21:52 AM »
Three foreign Nationals have been detained by State Security forces following an illegal assembly engaged in political agitation. The events took place in the township of Ilirne just outside of Vrusa. Fleuroix Nationals, Maxence Delarue and Jean Pichon as well as Juglander National, Aldric Leutwin, are currently being held in Ilirne detention center where they shall await an official review of criminal charges against them.
Maxence Delarue, is being accused of the following:
*Creation of an organization with intent to undermine the authority of, and threaten the unity of, the country
*Illegal assemblage with intent to incite Political agitation
*Disruption of public order.
Jean Pichon is being accused of the following;
*Creation of an organization with intent to undermine the authority of, and threaten the unity of, the country
*Illegal assemblage with intent to incite Political agitation.
*Insulting His Grace.
*Disruption of public order.
Aldric Leutwin is being accused of the following:
*Creation of an organization with intent to undermine the authority of, and threaten the unity of, the country
*Illegal assemblage with intent to incite Political agitation
*Disruption of public order.
Maxence Delarue, is being accused of the following:
*Creation of an organization with intent to undermine the authority of, and threaten the unity of, the country
*Illegal assemblage with intent to incite Political agitation
*Disruption of public order.
Jean Pichon is being accused of the following;
*Creation of an organization with intent to undermine the authority of, and threaten the unity of, the country
*Illegal assemblage with intent to incite Political agitation.
*Insulting His Grace.
*Disruption of public order.
Aldric Leutwin is being accused of the following:
*Creation of an organization with intent to undermine the authority of, and threaten the unity of, the country
*Illegal assemblage with intent to incite Political agitation
*Disruption of public order.
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Press Offices / ---
« on: April 16, 2021, 07:18:39 AM »State Executive and Security Authority
Through the Sanction of His Grace and the Authority of the State let the following be known
Through the Sanction of His Grace and the Authority of the State let the following be known
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Map / Re: Claiming Your Spot on the Map
« on: April 11, 2021, 09:55:23 PM »
Nevermind, please disregard.
Nation Name:Ibueri
Nation Link: Factbook
Provinces you wish to claim:
1: B - 64
2: B - 65
3:
4:
5:
6:
Proposed colour of your nation on the map: Lightish Blue for the aesthetic, but whatever is convenient really
I, _Ibueri/Kopsje_, have read the rules set down above, and agree to follow them.
Nation Link: Factbook
Provinces you wish to claim:
1: B - 64
2: B - 65
3:
4:
5:
6:
Proposed colour of your nation on the map: Lightish Blue for the aesthetic, but whatever is convenient really
I, _Ibueri/Kopsje_, have read the rules set down above, and agree to follow them.
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International News Networks / Foreign Nationals Released
« on: March 10, 2021, 04:39:19 AM »
Foreign nationals released
Following a round of re-trials held throughout the previous weekend, various foreign nationals following were officially released from their imprisonment with previous indictments dropped. The move comes following a Parliamentary vote on the matter in which a majority of Members voted in favor of a session of retrials. One such case has been the young, controversial, Clysperi National Hafsah. Following her own hearing the Clysperi foreign exchange student was officially rescinded from her previous sentencing of a one-year imprisonment and was released from the Pamak Detention Center. Though granted their release from detention many nationals, including Ms. Hafsah, were given official orders for deportation and granted until the end of the month to make the appropriate arrangements.
Following a round of re-trials held throughout the previous weekend, various foreign nationals following were officially released from their imprisonment with previous indictments dropped. The move comes following a Parliamentary vote on the matter in which a majority of Members voted in favor of a session of retrials. One such case has been the young, controversial, Clysperi National Hafsah. Following her own hearing the Clysperi foreign exchange student was officially rescinded from her previous sentencing of a one-year imprisonment and was released from the Pamak Detention Center. Though granted their release from detention many nationals, including Ms. Hafsah, were given official orders for deportation and granted until the end of the month to make the appropriate arrangements.
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Map / Re: Claiming Your Spot on the Map
« on: March 10, 2021, 01:18:00 AM »
Could you remove Kopsje please.
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International News Networks / Massacre in Kuniatiat
« on: February 15, 2021, 06:57:02 AM »Spoiler: show
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Press Offices / Condemnation of Achkaerin and Rokkenjima Deployments
« on: February 14, 2021, 05:08:52 AM »Commission of International Affairs
The Commonwealth recognizes the situation within the Empire of Parbhani as a solely domestic affair and one that is within the sovereign jurisdiction of the Parbhani Government and those the Government seeks to invite, none others. As such The Commonwealth strongly condemns the actions taken by the First Empire of Rokkenjiman, and the Holy Empire of Achkaerin, in deploying naval assets to the region under the guise "to see the Great Northern Sea maintain its peace and tranquility”. These actions are recognized by the Commonwealth as provocative and intrusive to the respect and sovereignty of the Empire of Parbhani and as such the Commonwealth fully supports The Maharajadhiraja and his government’s actions in deploying their own naval assets for the defense of their country and sovereignty.
It is of great concern to the Commonwealth that the Empire of Achkaerin and the Empire of Rokkenjima have seemingly ]worked together to take these actions before reaching out to the Government of Parbhani, nor seeking to address the issue through mutual discourse. While it is respected that the Empire of Rokkenjima and Empire of Achkaerin have prearranged agreements and shared interest in and around the “QCMB” military base area, the Commonwealth is greatly concerned that the two Empire's would, seemingly, deem the whole of the Great Northern Ocean apart of these interests. As such the Naval Assests of the KSG shall be put on high alert until the naval deployments are recalled.
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Map / Re: Claiming Your Spot on the Map
« on: February 13, 2021, 01:05:36 AM »
Dont know if its ever been officialised yet, but could you place Kopsje on the singular province of: Y-10.
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Diplomacy and Events / Re: A way out (Kopsje and Tamora)
« on: February 10, 2021, 01:42:38 AM »
Undisclosed Location
South of Dzunho
The Tamorans desired a private venue. It was something Ijuklo found curious but not blind to the wisdom behind. Such concepts were after all bountiful among the Houses and their dealing with each other. Every open agreement announced by one house or another, or even among political candidates and their opposition was done so in the foreground of various secret meetings the knowledge of their existence known only to its participants. In a way the Chairman was relived the Tamoran Minister had the foresight to request such an arrangement and was all to pleased to provide. It was for this reason that he himself would not attend the meeting in person instead he had chosen someone to represent him in his place. The only problem was that there were to man to many prying eyes, to many individuals he dared not trust with this pivotal task. For every individual employed at the International affairs Commission half of them were agents for other houses or politicians their positions secured only through background agreements, and mutual understandings. Such was the way of Kopsje. It was this reason that Piak xelaju Uyara was now seated before the Imperial delegation, one of the few individuals trusted by the Chairmen to, more or less not muck things up, and more importantly keep the discretion should things not turn not as expected;
“The pleasure is all ours I assure you…your Majesty? Forgive me, but I must admit I am not used to addressing individuals of such high esteem as yourself Zara, Safavid.” Paik spoke in a tone she hoped was cordial enough to express her apologies but also one that did not seek to presume. The Tamorans, be they as close as they were, geographically, were in all essence an entirely Foreign World. Yet from what Paik understood her guests and their homeland put particular importance on formalities and titles a concept not exactly lost to Kopsje but certainly not as common and vital as the Kangzi world perhaps. She hoped she had not offended their visitors already, but non the less allowed Alya to correct her before continuing.
“It is good of your people to understand the situation in the Gulf was not one Kopsje could take lightly. Granted, know that the reasoning is not lost to us. We understand your son, His Royal Highnesss, is to be wed to the Pharaoh and so that does put Tamora in a rather peculiar situation. That being said, I am glad to see Tamora is reasonable, and not blindly following the Pharaoh’s rhetoric and the young rulers… emotions shall we say. Should you be able to convince your military leaders and, perhaps through the Empire’s influence, the Pharaoh to back down, the International Commission will be able to influence the parliament to reciprocate the action. It’s quite clear neither of our countries desire an armed conflict and with the situation in the norther ocean becoming more involved with foreign powers, it is perhaps in both our interests to be vigilante should they look to our own shores.”
Piak paused for a moment allowing the Tamoran delegation to deliberate among themselves should they feel the need to. As she did so Piak studied her counterpart discreetly. Everything about the Tamoran was exotic and new to her, from the way the Empress dressed to the mannerisms the members of their delegation exchanged. Piak had read about the region the Midarayane, as it was called, during the craze of the Mundus Games and all the drama associated with it. It was these thoughts that caused Piak to dwell on the Tamoran’s second proposal. Certainly, a country as large and wealthy as Tomora was not an easy option to pass up when it came to allies or at the very least mutual trading partners.
“I must admit the prospect of our countries working together is not one I can take lightly. While it is true Tamora has proven itself to be a relatively stable and strong partner for those close to your Empire, I hope you can understand why Kopsje would be cautious with such a proposal. While I do not suggest to question the validity of Tamora’s good intentions in Zimialia, I hope you cand understand why Tamora’s influence in that particular country is one that is met with alarm across Mundus. Many might suggest Tamora is effectively undermining Elwes’ government. These views are shared among certain individuals in our political circles. It is one thing to promote development, another to subtly take over a country with said influence, and a country as small yet divided as Kopsje….” Piak allowed her words to trail off, hoping her counterpart understood the concern she was making.
“Then there are other factors we must consider. Your countrymen practice an institutional system many in the Mundus view as, outdated. The general view in the Parliament is that it is of no concern to Kopsje what a country does domestically regardless of how… improper others may paint it. However, there is no denying a partnership between Kopsje and Tamora carries with it the possibility of our own country being one prone to sanctions and the ire of the International world. Should you be able to provide a way so as this risk is not an issue then many in the parliament would be more than willing to consider a partnership.”
With her piece said and done Piak sat back and allowed the Tamorans their turn, ready to discuss whatever proposals they may provide.
South of Dzunho
The Tamorans desired a private venue. It was something Ijuklo found curious but not blind to the wisdom behind. Such concepts were after all bountiful among the Houses and their dealing with each other. Every open agreement announced by one house or another, or even among political candidates and their opposition was done so in the foreground of various secret meetings the knowledge of their existence known only to its participants. In a way the Chairman was relived the Tamoran Minister had the foresight to request such an arrangement and was all to pleased to provide. It was for this reason that he himself would not attend the meeting in person instead he had chosen someone to represent him in his place. The only problem was that there were to man to many prying eyes, to many individuals he dared not trust with this pivotal task. For every individual employed at the International affairs Commission half of them were agents for other houses or politicians their positions secured only through background agreements, and mutual understandings. Such was the way of Kopsje. It was this reason that Piak xelaju Uyara was now seated before the Imperial delegation, one of the few individuals trusted by the Chairmen to, more or less not muck things up, and more importantly keep the discretion should things not turn not as expected;
“The pleasure is all ours I assure you…your Majesty? Forgive me, but I must admit I am not used to addressing individuals of such high esteem as yourself Zara, Safavid.” Paik spoke in a tone she hoped was cordial enough to express her apologies but also one that did not seek to presume. The Tamorans, be they as close as they were, geographically, were in all essence an entirely Foreign World. Yet from what Paik understood her guests and their homeland put particular importance on formalities and titles a concept not exactly lost to Kopsje but certainly not as common and vital as the Kangzi world perhaps. She hoped she had not offended their visitors already, but non the less allowed Alya to correct her before continuing.
“It is good of your people to understand the situation in the Gulf was not one Kopsje could take lightly. Granted, know that the reasoning is not lost to us. We understand your son, His Royal Highnesss, is to be wed to the Pharaoh and so that does put Tamora in a rather peculiar situation. That being said, I am glad to see Tamora is reasonable, and not blindly following the Pharaoh’s rhetoric and the young rulers… emotions shall we say. Should you be able to convince your military leaders and, perhaps through the Empire’s influence, the Pharaoh to back down, the International Commission will be able to influence the parliament to reciprocate the action. It’s quite clear neither of our countries desire an armed conflict and with the situation in the norther ocean becoming more involved with foreign powers, it is perhaps in both our interests to be vigilante should they look to our own shores.”
Piak paused for a moment allowing the Tamoran delegation to deliberate among themselves should they feel the need to. As she did so Piak studied her counterpart discreetly. Everything about the Tamoran was exotic and new to her, from the way the Empress dressed to the mannerisms the members of their delegation exchanged. Piak had read about the region the Midarayane, as it was called, during the craze of the Mundus Games and all the drama associated with it. It was these thoughts that caused Piak to dwell on the Tamoran’s second proposal. Certainly, a country as large and wealthy as Tomora was not an easy option to pass up when it came to allies or at the very least mutual trading partners.
“I must admit the prospect of our countries working together is not one I can take lightly. While it is true Tamora has proven itself to be a relatively stable and strong partner for those close to your Empire, I hope you can understand why Kopsje would be cautious with such a proposal. While I do not suggest to question the validity of Tamora’s good intentions in Zimialia, I hope you cand understand why Tamora’s influence in that particular country is one that is met with alarm across Mundus. Many might suggest Tamora is effectively undermining Elwes’ government. These views are shared among certain individuals in our political circles. It is one thing to promote development, another to subtly take over a country with said influence, and a country as small yet divided as Kopsje….” Piak allowed her words to trail off, hoping her counterpart understood the concern she was making.
“Then there are other factors we must consider. Your countrymen practice an institutional system many in the Mundus view as, outdated. The general view in the Parliament is that it is of no concern to Kopsje what a country does domestically regardless of how… improper others may paint it. However, there is no denying a partnership between Kopsje and Tamora carries with it the possibility of our own country being one prone to sanctions and the ire of the International world. Should you be able to provide a way so as this risk is not an issue then many in the parliament would be more than willing to consider a partnership.”
With her piece said and done Piak sat back and allowed the Tamorans their turn, ready to discuss whatever proposals they may provide.
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Diplomacy and Events / Re: Tensions in Yrket
« on: February 06, 2021, 03:45:24 AM »
Bistro Magnolia
Dzunho Second District
Anijuk greeted the Achkaerinese with a friendly smile, taking his hand and returning the gesture. He was older than she would have expected, then again she wasn't one to normally meet with foreign dignitaries.
“Anijuk xelaju Illyano, a pleasure meet you Zaran, Calvin. House Illyano sends its warmest regards to you and your house, aswell as that of the good Ambassador. Would you happen to be hungry? Thirsty? I personally recommend the teas, best in the whole of the Second if I do say so myself. There is also a decent selection of coffee if that is more of your taste.” With this and seemingly on cue an attendant of the Bistro arrived ready to take the Calvin’s order, or lack of and clearing the table before leaving the two. Should he have looked around Calvin would notice the entirety of the Bistro Empty save for himself, Anijuk, and two attendants at the bistro.
“Now I’m sure your more than interested as to why this audience has been requested… I must be honest I find it quite curious myself. After all, as influential as the House is… to seek an audience individually and not through the Foreign office is quite strange no?” The woman spoke freely and cordially, as if she was chatting with a long not seen friend, taking a sip of her own tea every now and then. Finally it seemed like Anijuk was getting down to the actual business of it all.
“Oh look at me rattling on and on. I’m sure you’ve grown uninterested in my own small talk! Very well, to the business of things. As you and the good Ambassador may know the current situation in Kopsje is rather… tense. In no small part to that lovely High Priestess of yours!" As she said this Anijuk let out a small laugh, in an attempt to play the words off as a light hearted comment, hoping her visitor would not take offense.
"Well in any case, though she may have acted on her own accord her status and ties to your government paint a picture easily left to interpretation. Unfortunately, many in Kopsje chose a negative interpretation. House Illyano, happens to be of the opposite inclination the House also happens to hold Influence in the State Parliament…” Anijuk paused for a moment, taking another sip of her tea seemingly observing her guest. His body language, the way his eyes shifted with her words. Yet despite her best attempts she could not quite make out the Achkaerinese gentlemen. She had decided Calvin was something more than what he seemed. More than just a mere member of the Imperial diplomatic mission, but what? It was also at this moment the Bistro attendee would return presenting Calvin with his chosen refreshments before departing again. Perhaps it was best not to know Anijuk thought to herself.
“The House would like to see this more isolated and negative view of the foreign world replaced with the potential for a policy of international cooperation. Unfortunately, as we are both aware the current Parliament has decided to enact policies that only further hurt the image of our country through-out the Mir. Now if certain individuals were persuaded to, retire, from the parliament there could be potential for a fresh view in polices. Policies that could bring Kopsje onto the right course so to say. Maybe even closer to our neighbors. Of course, the question then is, how would our neighbors view such a shift?” With that Anijuk finished her peace. She hoped Calvin understood her implication, and allowed the gentleman to give his thoughts.
Dzunho Second District
Anijuk greeted the Achkaerinese with a friendly smile, taking his hand and returning the gesture. He was older than she would have expected, then again she wasn't one to normally meet with foreign dignitaries.
“Anijuk xelaju Illyano, a pleasure meet you Zaran, Calvin. House Illyano sends its warmest regards to you and your house, aswell as that of the good Ambassador. Would you happen to be hungry? Thirsty? I personally recommend the teas, best in the whole of the Second if I do say so myself. There is also a decent selection of coffee if that is more of your taste.” With this and seemingly on cue an attendant of the Bistro arrived ready to take the Calvin’s order, or lack of and clearing the table before leaving the two. Should he have looked around Calvin would notice the entirety of the Bistro Empty save for himself, Anijuk, and two attendants at the bistro.
“Now I’m sure your more than interested as to why this audience has been requested… I must be honest I find it quite curious myself. After all, as influential as the House is… to seek an audience individually and not through the Foreign office is quite strange no?” The woman spoke freely and cordially, as if she was chatting with a long not seen friend, taking a sip of her own tea every now and then. Finally it seemed like Anijuk was getting down to the actual business of it all.
“Oh look at me rattling on and on. I’m sure you’ve grown uninterested in my own small talk! Very well, to the business of things. As you and the good Ambassador may know the current situation in Kopsje is rather… tense. In no small part to that lovely High Priestess of yours!" As she said this Anijuk let out a small laugh, in an attempt to play the words off as a light hearted comment, hoping her visitor would not take offense.
"Well in any case, though she may have acted on her own accord her status and ties to your government paint a picture easily left to interpretation. Unfortunately, many in Kopsje chose a negative interpretation. House Illyano, happens to be of the opposite inclination the House also happens to hold Influence in the State Parliament…” Anijuk paused for a moment, taking another sip of her tea seemingly observing her guest. His body language, the way his eyes shifted with her words. Yet despite her best attempts she could not quite make out the Achkaerinese gentlemen. She had decided Calvin was something more than what he seemed. More than just a mere member of the Imperial diplomatic mission, but what? It was also at this moment the Bistro attendee would return presenting Calvin with his chosen refreshments before departing again. Perhaps it was best not to know Anijuk thought to herself.
“The House would like to see this more isolated and negative view of the foreign world replaced with the potential for a policy of international cooperation. Unfortunately, as we are both aware the current Parliament has decided to enact policies that only further hurt the image of our country through-out the Mir. Now if certain individuals were persuaded to, retire, from the parliament there could be potential for a fresh view in polices. Policies that could bring Kopsje onto the right course so to say. Maybe even closer to our neighbors. Of course, the question then is, how would our neighbors view such a shift?” With that Anijuk finished her peace. She hoped Calvin understood her implication, and allowed the gentleman to give his thoughts.
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Diplomacy and Events / Re: A way out (Kopsje and Tamora)
« on: February 01, 2021, 01:05:35 AM »
Office International Affairs of Kopsje,
Chairman Ijuklo’s office, Dzunho First District
“Well what do you make of it?” The hoarse voice of Ijulklo marked one who had engaged in the leisurely smoking of tobacco. Indeed, his own office had subtly succumbed to the odor of the cigarettes almost as if the Chairman had marked this office as ‘his territory’. The smell had rushed over Eska upon his entrance to the office assaulting his nostrils even now as he sat in one of the lounge chairs.
“It is quite peculiar, no? Give up the Kangzi, warmup to the Slaver Empire thus keeping the Pharaoh in check but potentially aggravate the Azurwind.” As Eska spoke it was clear he was thinking about it more himself than to his colleague. Something Ijulklo was quick to pick up. These ‘personal assessments’ were something he had, begrudgingly, become familiar with. Especially with the escalation of this so called ‘crisis’. His own office being host to members of the various houses rather than foreign ambassadors or dignitaries, in recent months. Nonetheless he allowed the ‘Zaran’ to contemplate the message on his own, taking the liberty of lighting up a cigarette.
“Have you brought this to the parliament?” was all that was spoken by Eska after a few moments pause. A question that caused Ijulklo to scoff, allowing a plume of smoke to escape his thick lips. He stared at his guest, taking another hit of his cigarette before answering.
“Fuck the parliament! They’re as dysfunctional as ever, they’ll argue over this for a month, maybe two. B‘sides, word is House Illyano is trying to levy support against them. Create a Kopsje that ‘embraces the Kangzi world in the name of economic prosperity’. Bah!”
The tone in the Chairman’s voice made it clear he was speaking less as an agent of the Government and more as a disgruntled citizen. It was a response Eska was expecting or at the very least something similar. After all Eska knew Ijulklo. He knew the man was a fond smoker, something that caused a great debate over whether he should even be awarded the position in the first place. He knew his favorite brand of poison happened to come from Quintelia which in of itself was peculiar. Most importantly Eska knew that the Foreign Minister had relations to the house of Amhjuq, a house which had earned the reputation of being quite ‘nationalist’, or as nationalist as a Kopsje could be; the word holding a skewed meaning in their language. It was this last bit of knowledge that was most vital.
“Yes, a Kopsje dominated by House Ilyano certainly is…distasteful. You didn’t answer my question though. Iljulklo.” Eska replied in a calm and collected tone. It was a tone of distinctness, one that irked Iljulklo to no end, dancing the fine line between arrogance and disinterest. Clearing his throat in a subtle sign of irritation Iljulklo took another puff of his cigarette before answering.
“No. I did not. Figured given House Mhuaq’s, interest, in the current situation…” As he said this the Chairman rolled his cigarette in his hands allowing his words to trail off as he did so. The two men silently acknowledged each other, a gesture that indicated the brewing of a machination. Such was the way of Kopsjense politics.
Chairman Ijuklo’s office, Dzunho First District
“Well what do you make of it?” The hoarse voice of Ijulklo marked one who had engaged in the leisurely smoking of tobacco. Indeed, his own office had subtly succumbed to the odor of the cigarettes almost as if the Chairman had marked this office as ‘his territory’. The smell had rushed over Eska upon his entrance to the office assaulting his nostrils even now as he sat in one of the lounge chairs.
“It is quite peculiar, no? Give up the Kangzi, warmup to the Slaver Empire thus keeping the Pharaoh in check but potentially aggravate the Azurwind.” As Eska spoke it was clear he was thinking about it more himself than to his colleague. Something Ijulklo was quick to pick up. These ‘personal assessments’ were something he had, begrudgingly, become familiar with. Especially with the escalation of this so called ‘crisis’. His own office being host to members of the various houses rather than foreign ambassadors or dignitaries, in recent months. Nonetheless he allowed the ‘Zaran’ to contemplate the message on his own, taking the liberty of lighting up a cigarette.
“Have you brought this to the parliament?” was all that was spoken by Eska after a few moments pause. A question that caused Ijulklo to scoff, allowing a plume of smoke to escape his thick lips. He stared at his guest, taking another hit of his cigarette before answering.
“Fuck the parliament! They’re as dysfunctional as ever, they’ll argue over this for a month, maybe two. B‘sides, word is House Illyano is trying to levy support against them. Create a Kopsje that ‘embraces the Kangzi world in the name of economic prosperity’. Bah!”
The tone in the Chairman’s voice made it clear he was speaking less as an agent of the Government and more as a disgruntled citizen. It was a response Eska was expecting or at the very least something similar. After all Eska knew Ijulklo. He knew the man was a fond smoker, something that caused a great debate over whether he should even be awarded the position in the first place. He knew his favorite brand of poison happened to come from Quintelia which in of itself was peculiar. Most importantly Eska knew that the Foreign Minister had relations to the house of Amhjuq, a house which had earned the reputation of being quite ‘nationalist’, or as nationalist as a Kopsje could be; the word holding a skewed meaning in their language. It was this last bit of knowledge that was most vital.
“Yes, a Kopsje dominated by House Ilyano certainly is…distasteful. You didn’t answer my question though. Iljulklo.” Eska replied in a calm and collected tone. It was a tone of distinctness, one that irked Iljulklo to no end, dancing the fine line between arrogance and disinterest. Clearing his throat in a subtle sign of irritation Iljulklo took another puff of his cigarette before answering.
“No. I did not. Figured given House Mhuaq’s, interest, in the current situation…” As he said this the Chairman rolled his cigarette in his hands allowing his words to trail off as he did so. The two men silently acknowledged each other, a gesture that indicated the brewing of a machination. Such was the way of Kopsjense politics.
| Honorable Head of Foreign Affairs, Your message is well received, the situation unfolding is indeed an unfortunate one with various ramifications that our countrymen did not foresee being of great interest beyond our borders. Know that all individuals within Kopsje are afforded the same rights and liberties as citizens of Kopsje and equally are expected to observe the same laws and regulations emplaced by our governing body. In this regard Ms. Hafsah is being held in accordance with the law of Kopsje. However, your interest in the situation is noted, as is the objection by the Clysperi State. I hope you can understand, as a stateswoman and member of your country’s government, that the military actions taken by the Clysperi Airforce of a blatant provocative manner and as such Kopsje must respond in kind for the defense of our own people and assests. It is good to know the Empire of Tamora seeks de-escalation, as Kopsje is in a similar mindset. However your request for the release of Ms. Hafsah, as well as the preferential treatment for individuals of particular religious backgrounds must currently be denied. I understand our respective systems of governance are different, however as this is the case I cannot make any sort of agreement on this particular request without the specific authority of the Parliament. You have cited the actions taken by Achkaerin to which Kopsje has noted and responded in kind given the current circumstances, however with the authority of the Parliament. Your request for an avenue of communication is accepted and reciprocated. With this I should formally like to invite either yourself or a representative of your government to Kopsje, or alternatively request approval for a diplomatic to your great country, to continue talks and potential negotiations to achieve continued de-escalation which may entail revisiting your request. Respectfully yours, Ijuklo xelaju Amhjuq (Ijuklo, kinsmen of house, Amhjuq) Chairman, Office of International Affairs |
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Diplomacy and Events / Re: Tensions in Yrket
« on: December 25, 2020, 04:48:51 PM »
Yrket, Outskirts of Dzunho
“Hrm…” the agent grunted, vocalizing his disappointment at the sight of the produced documents. He swiped the documents out of the young namists hand, taking no care for the young woman’s response. Fullfilling his duty, or feigning to do so, the agent mearly skimmed over the documents. His quick eye motions only stopping every so often to look over the required compliances.
“So you do, so...you...do…”He mumbled more to himself than anyone else. Once satisfied with the documents he carelessly handed the documentation back to the young namist.
“Best not to cause any problems, yes?” His words directed more as a stern warning than any question. He opened his mouth again as if to speak but then paused before grabbing his radio close to his ear. The language spoken in a local Kyrzunese dialect, something the girls may or may not have understood depending on their time in Kopsje.
"Another one?" One of the agents asked no one in particular.
The two agents looked at each other with looks mixed between annoyance and confusion. As the radio chatter died down the two KSG made their way towards the nearby train station hurried in their pace.
Bistro Magnolia - Shimmering City
Dzunho Second District
The second district was often called the shimmering city, on account of the edifices being built almost exclusively of white limestone. Supposedly should one view the district from the Yrntoz the reflection of light upon the white stone structures would make the district seemingly shimmer. Anijuk wasn’t sure she believed in the supposed illusion yet there was no real doubt that the second district was in some way the proverbial Gem of Dzunho. It was here that most of the influential denizens of the city, and to some degree, the whole of Kopse, called their home. It was perhaps this factor along with the alluring view colour of the district that made it the prime location to house the various forign embassies.
That is what brought Anijuk to The Second. There was no denying the current situation had garnerd international attention. Attention many in Kopsje felt was intrusive. As for Anijuk herself, she would not deny her disinterest in the Kangzi world or their supposed need to shape the world in their concepts of right and wrong. But it was not her place to make such judgements known. Instead she was here on behalf of another, a lady from house Ilyano. One who held great interest in a Kangiz point of view on the current situation.
The Bistro Magnolia was a nice enough eatery located in one the many plazas in the Second District. It Was here Anijuk had been seated enjoying freshly made Tomato crostata complimented by a cup of tea. The aroma of freshly brewed herbs filling the immediate atmosphere. It was a calming sensation potentially meant to create a relaxing atmosphere. For the meeting to come, or perhaps simply by chance. Only Anijuk knew. The stage was ready, the troupe soon to be as well. The only missing piece, an Achkaerinese gentleman known by the name of Nick Thawites. The Imperial Ambassador. Weather it was the gentleman himself or one of his own representative remained to be seen.
“Hrm…” the agent grunted, vocalizing his disappointment at the sight of the produced documents. He swiped the documents out of the young namists hand, taking no care for the young woman’s response. Fullfilling his duty, or feigning to do so, the agent mearly skimmed over the documents. His quick eye motions only stopping every so often to look over the required compliances.
“So you do, so...you...do…”He mumbled more to himself than anyone else. Once satisfied with the documents he carelessly handed the documentation back to the young namist.
“Best not to cause any problems, yes?” His words directed more as a stern warning than any question. He opened his mouth again as if to speak but then paused before grabbing his radio close to his ear. The language spoken in a local Kyrzunese dialect, something the girls may or may not have understood depending on their time in Kopsje.
"Another one?" One of the agents asked no one in particular.
The two agents looked at each other with looks mixed between annoyance and confusion. As the radio chatter died down the two KSG made their way towards the nearby train station hurried in their pace.
Bistro Magnolia - Shimmering City
Dzunho Second District
The second district was often called the shimmering city, on account of the edifices being built almost exclusively of white limestone. Supposedly should one view the district from the Yrntoz the reflection of light upon the white stone structures would make the district seemingly shimmer. Anijuk wasn’t sure she believed in the supposed illusion yet there was no real doubt that the second district was in some way the proverbial Gem of Dzunho. It was here that most of the influential denizens of the city, and to some degree, the whole of Kopse, called their home. It was perhaps this factor along with the alluring view colour of the district that made it the prime location to house the various forign embassies.
That is what brought Anijuk to The Second. There was no denying the current situation had garnerd international attention. Attention many in Kopsje felt was intrusive. As for Anijuk herself, she would not deny her disinterest in the Kangzi world or their supposed need to shape the world in their concepts of right and wrong. But it was not her place to make such judgements known. Instead she was here on behalf of another, a lady from house Ilyano. One who held great interest in a Kangiz point of view on the current situation.
The Bistro Magnolia was a nice enough eatery located in one the many plazas in the Second District. It Was here Anijuk had been seated enjoying freshly made Tomato crostata complimented by a cup of tea. The aroma of freshly brewed herbs filling the immediate atmosphere. It was a calming sensation potentially meant to create a relaxing atmosphere. For the meeting to come, or perhaps simply by chance. Only Anijuk knew. The stage was ready, the troupe soon to be as well. The only missing piece, an Achkaerinese gentleman known by the name of Nick Thawites. The Imperial Ambassador. Weather it was the gentleman himself or one of his own representative remained to be seen.
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Press Offices / Precautionary Measures
« on: November 11, 2020, 12:48:23 AM »Parliament of Kopsje
Following recent military action taken by the Kingdom of Clysperis, in a manner that is of clear hostile and provocative intent, the Parliament has unanimously voted to raise the defense level of the Republic. Furthermore, in following public announcements by international parties to engage in declared "military exercises" within the Gulf of Saefrean, precautionary measures will be taken by the Republic for the protection of the citizens of Kopsje and territorial borders of our Republic. In this, the Republic Maritime Defense Force will be deployed in "standby status" within the Republic's maritime territorial borders. These measures are being enacted for the protection of our Republic, the Citizens of Kopsje, and to ensure the unmolested travel of maritime commercial vessels, and their crewmembers, into the ports of Kopsje.
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Press Offices / Curfew Extension
« on: November 08, 2020, 10:17:45 PM »Authority & Administration Council of Dzunho: Notice of Curfew Extension
Following escalations in violations of peace, order, and an increase in violent activity the Authority & Administration Council of Dzunho will extend the current enforced curfew to all districts of the City. Any individual within the city of Dzunho found to be in breach of the curfew, without authorized documentation, will immediately be detained.
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The Other World / Opening Statment
« on: November 05, 2020, 06:40:13 PM »
Good People of this assembly! Today we are all called upon to address an issue of paramount import. Countries require finance in order to function, this is a simple concept yet one that is constantly questioned by those whom seek to undermine and neglect their civic duty! Taxation, is the basic component of a countries ability to function. For how can a government provide for its people without the funds to do so? Today the Republic of Kopsje has challenged, Mr…. Mrs? er-well… One, by the name of Aten. The defendant, Aten, is in violation of Taxation fraud on numerous accounts. Aten has inhabited a large amount of Kopsje’s territorial land, inhabitation which as far as the Republic is concerned has not been authorized by any land deed or grant. Yet despite their refusal to obtain proper documentation, by the mercy of the Parliament, Kopsje has allowed Aten to inhabit our lands as a respected guest. However despite this generosity, Aten refuses to pay a simple land fee, one which all citizens are required to pay for the betterment of our country and thus our fellow Kopsjense. Aten, is revered as a celebrity in certain countries, to the point, Aten has numerous properties within the Country of Altromine. Yet despite this excess of assets, the defendant refuses to uphold their civic duty. Such is an insult not only to the Republic but to all citizens on Mir who legally pay taxes to their respective governments.
The Republic also challenges Aten on their refusal to register their polaroid-bifocals as an item of religious properties. As the good people of this court will know, any individual within our Republic are required to register all items of religious nature upon entry into the country. With Aten’s consistent arrival and departure from Kopsje each day, they have neglected to register their polaroid-bifocals thus coming into clear breach of the laws established within our Republic. More so through their influence Aten has caused many individuals to dawn the religious article, potentially smuggling in such items into our country. In a usual instance this would simply be a matter of confiscating to offending item and both parties heading on their way, however on the insistence of the Defendant, the Republic shall hear their defense on why, such a religious item, is in fact a mere article of an accessory nature.
The Republic shall yield the floor to the defendant.
The Republic also challenges Aten on their refusal to register their polaroid-bifocals as an item of religious properties. As the good people of this court will know, any individual within our Republic are required to register all items of religious nature upon entry into the country. With Aten’s consistent arrival and departure from Kopsje each day, they have neglected to register their polaroid-bifocals thus coming into clear breach of the laws established within our Republic. More so through their influence Aten has caused many individuals to dawn the religious article, potentially smuggling in such items into our country. In a usual instance this would simply be a matter of confiscating to offending item and both parties heading on their way, however on the insistence of the Defendant, the Republic shall hear their defense on why, such a religious item, is in fact a mere article of an accessory nature.
The Republic shall yield the floor to the defendant.
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Press Offices / Condemnation of Clysperi Actions
« on: November 05, 2020, 04:48:43 PM »Secretariat of Foreign Affairs
The Republic of Kopsje condemns the actions taken by the Royal Clysperi Air Force, which are both intentionally provocative and dangerous actions for all who utilize the gulf of Safrean. The republic also condemns the Pharoah of Clysperis for her sanctioning of dangerous military maneuvers and attempts to interfere in the domestic affairs of our republic. While the Pharaoh may have deluded herself and her people, into believing herself a gift from unseen supernatural energies, the Republic of Kopsje will not tolerate such folly as an acceptable use of unnecessary aggression to interfere in our countries affairs. In response to these hostile actions against our Republic and endangering our people, The Republic, by will of the Parliament, will herby enact sanctions on the Kingdom of Clysperis. Any Vessel flying the flag of Clypseris will herby be refused entry into any port within Kopsje. Further The Republic shall cease all trading in goods between the Republic and the Kingdom.
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Press Offices / Sentence of Hafsah
« on: November 05, 2020, 04:47:08 PM » Authority & Administration Council of Dzunho
Ms. Hafsah a student and Clysperi national had been detained by KSG forces for accounts of interfering in law enforcement operations and disrupting the peace. Yesterday Ms. Hafsah attended her hearing in which the Magistrate sentenced the young women to one year of imprisonment. It has been revealed within the hearing, that Ms. Hafsah attempted to use an Ahnk as a weapon against KSG agents not only resisting but attempting to assault members of law agency. Ms. Hafsah will serve her sentence at Pamak Detention Center in the 2nd district of Dzunho.
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Press Offices / Persona Non Grata
« on: October 30, 2020, 02:11:10 AM »Parliment of Kopsje
Following action deemed to be carried out with intent to undermine the authority of the legal process and agencies of Kopsje as well as interfere in the domestic affairs of Kopsje, on behalf of a foreign power; the Parliament of Kopsje has officially bestowed the status of Persona Non Grata on one, Alexis Minette, of Achkaerin and High Priestess of the Cult of Namis. Alexis Minette will officially be barred from entry into the Republic of Kopsje for an indefinite period.
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Diplomacy and Events / Tensions in Yrket
« on: October 29, 2020, 10:48:58 PM »
Dzhunho, Captial city of Kopsje
Parliament Building
“This is a clear provocation against the authority of our laws and the Sovereignty of our country! This Alexis Minette, this High Priestess, is effectively acting as an Achkaerinese agent. Her actions are those sanctioned by the Kangzi Emperor and his government weather they openly admit to it or not! We cannot allow such a slight against our country go unpunished! We must ensure this so called Covent t-“ the voice of a young man resonated throughout the parliamentary chamber. His words reaching the ears of all members present some nodding in agreement others silently listening, while some mad notes. The young man, a Junior member as one could tell easily with his overcompensated oration making his words seem almost scripted, was soon cut off by a female’s voice. One with far more authority and a natural composure to it.
“Ridiculous! The only provocation happening is that of this law against the people of Kopsje! The NKIM have continued to push this law, passed only by the cowardice of abstention, and now are taken aback at the realization that their supposed plan to transcend Kopsjse, our beloved country to their perverted concept of a modern state, has backfired and drawn the ire of not just our own people but that of the Kangzi world.” Following her abrupt interruption the women shot up so as to have her words heard across the chamber. Once finished she proudly smiled as her attempt to shoot down the Juniors words were met with thunderous applause. Though mainly from those around her, clearly her fellow party members.
“It is one thing to stop the flow of goods into our lands, it is entirely another to import religious figures with intent to subvert our actions as a political authority. With the Kangzi priestess’s words she has effectively invited more of her ilk to act as squatters in Yrket! Need I remind the parliament that these are not just simple fanatics but an organization who brandish swords and spend their lives learning martial skills. Are we to allow what could easily be armed Zealots to make a stronghold of one of our cities? One that lies only a few kilometers away from the Capitol?” The young man replied, this time facing his vocal attacker directly. His words had clearly garnered the attention of many as hushed murmurs echoed through out the chamber.
Many within the parliament were beyond aware that the current situation and passage of the law was likely to be seen negatively by the Kangzi world. By all means the law had passed in an entirely fair and legal manner, regardless of what the opposition would say. Thus condemnations and sanctions were all well and fine, expected even, but this? This was something most wouldn’t have expected. Yet it had and now the question simply was how to deal with it. These thoughts and others ran through the mind of Suymenkul as he simply sat and listened to the two parties bicker back and forth, with their designated mouthpieces. Suymenkul was neither affiliated with the NKIM whom were situated to his right nor the GIL situated to his left. Instead he was a member of a third party, one that by all means had faded into obscurity by this point. The Politics of the Parliament had grown to be dominated by the two giants situated on either side, while Suymenkul and others of smaller parties dominated the center. It was quite interesting for him. If the parliament truly did reflect the views of the general populace, then from the looks of it half of Kopsje yearned for a welfare-state, while the other half sought a near total abolishment of government.
“IF I… may have the floor? It is clear we cannot allow this slight against us, against Kopsje, to go unnoticed. Equally so we cannot afford any overly swift action that would rally further Kangzi action against Kopsje nor lead to similar situation that persists in Fifth District. Thus I suggest that what this Parliament should…”
“What the parliament should do? I’ll tell you what the parliament should do! We should revoke the damn law and ban the idiocy of the NKIM from the chamber!!” A thunderous roar of a male’s voice came from Suymenkul’s left. It grew louder with each sentence and when he finished his intrusion a loud echo of applause and cheering from the left section of the chamber vocalized the similar thoughts of GIl members. As excepted NKIM members began booing and yelling back at their verbal attackers claiming the GIL to be anti-Kopsje and other political insults.
This was getting out of hand. Suymenkul tried to raise his own voice attempting too call for a motion, but was quickly drowned out by the verbal battle that was engulfing the chamber.
Dzhunho
Fifth District
“Hurry Ainura! We must Hurry…leave it we will get another one later!” A hushed and frantic voice filled the tense air of the tenement bloc as a family quickly gathered their belongings negotiating among themselves with what they needed as opposed to wanted. A mother was haphazardly stuffing clothes, medicines, hygiene products, anything she deemed necessary into a suitcase, chiding her young daughter upon seeing the girl trying to fit a stuffed musk doll into a backpack. She was annoyed at the sight but understood, her daughter’s insistence. The Doll had been a gift from her grandmother. She’d passed away not to long ago. The soft grunts of the girl’s attempt to pack the sentimental item echoed through out their tenement flat. The mother sighed as her commands fell upon small distracted ears, she checked a nearby clock its dull green digitalized numbers reading 7:46. The Mother grew more anxious at this sight. They’d only have about 14 minutes to leave the district before the KSG started reinforcing the curfew. There was no more time to waste, in a panicked state the mother clasped her young daughters hand lightly dragging her away, knowing she would only resist if they left the doll the mother grabbed it in her other hand. They made their way outside of the building, other families and groups with similar goals also emptying their respective tenements.
Their destination was Yrket. The mother knew of it, had even visited the suburb-town due to her work, but she’d never thought to intentionally go there. It was the words of the Kangzi Priestess that had seemingly ignited a surge of exiles to the town. The Mother wasn’t sure what exactly the Priestess meant by calling the town a Covent, or what these two religious Orders were but from what little she heard from her co-workers she understood it as a place for Namists to seek refuge. Maybe… just maybe they’d take in her daughter, let her practice her faith in peace and save her from being severed with the Eternal. Maybe. As she pulled her now calmed down child down into the streets she looked again at her watch. 7:50. Ten Minutes, they had only ten minutes to make past the crowds of protestors and reach the entry point. A new wave of urgency and anxiety filled the mother as she reached down lifting her young daughter and carrying her hurriedly making her way to the entry point.
The streets were chaotic with large amassed protestors focusing their anger towards a wall of KSG agents. Shouts of “tyranny”, “oppression”, and other insults filled the air along with protest signs, religious symbols, and Icons. This had been going on for nearly a week now but with the curfew it had grown more escalated in the past few days. It was another reason the mother so desperately wanted to leave the fitfth district. As she hurried along keeping her daughter close to her shoulders instinctually trying to protect her from anything and everything at the moment, she couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of something oddly luminescent in her peripheral. A bottle? Something was off though, it had a piece of cloth stuffed inside the… The mother disregarded everything at this moment, switching from a swift paced jog to a full out run. Holding her daughter close she shoved her way through amassed people. At last she could see the line of KSG agents and small opening among their ranks. The Entry point, she gently placed her young daughter down and grasping her hand quickly guided her towards the point. A portable neon sign revealed the time as 7:56, instructions for the amassed crowed to go indoors following. The Mother nervously glanced around as they waited in line. She noticed the KSG agents assembled slowly preparing themselves with all kinds of gear. What for, she did not want to think about.
At last it was their turn to be processed the Mother looked thankfully at the neon sign which read 7:58. A young women smartly dressed but lacking the more geared out appearance of the KSG agents, gave them a small smile waving them over. She promptly asked them to produce authorized papers to which the mother gladly reached in her pocket managing to produce, one?! That couldn’t be right she knew she had mad preparations for the both of them. The mother gave an apologetic smile as she began ruffling through her things desperately looking for the other documents. A sudden scream to behind her distracted her attention away. She only managed to catch a glimpse of an orange iridescent object before it crashed against the riot shields of the KSG line exploding into a fiery yellow-reddish mass.
“Lock it down, lock it all down!” She could hear the orders of the young women, her voice a mix of frustration and anxiety. As she commanded KSG Agents began crowding along the line demanding everyone return to their homes.
“No wait! Please, take my daughter she has a pass!” The mother pleaded, gently tugging on the younger women’s uniform.
“I..I can’t. Minors, can not leave with out supervision, you know th-” the young woman began droning on lines she had seemingly memorized. It was clear she wasn’t even paying attention to the pleading mother her worries and attention drawn to the increasingly tense scene of the streets.
“Please, Udak, she is all I have left! I just want her to be safe please...”
“Fine, fine! Just hurry it up!” With that the mother handed her daughter over to the young woman. Who gently yet frantically began pulling the girl away, the child’s wailing for her mother soon being drowned out by the loud yelling and clashing of the mob engaging with the KSG Agents.
Town of Yrket
Southern Kopsje
“No you can’t! You’ve no right, that is private property!” The protests of an elderly man rang out louder than necessary in an attempt to draw more attention. He owned a local café, one of the most well known in Yrket in fact, and under any normal circumstance the KSG would avoid creating such a scene.
“And this is a legally recognized public place. Now piss off before I detain you for interfering.” Came the reply of an annoyed KSG agent, scenes like this were playing across the small town of Yrket. All of Kopsje for that matter. Kyrzun, Rus, Kopsjenese or Kangzi, it didn’t matter the only places left uninterrupted were the churches and temples of the various faiths. Though many suspected it was only a matter of time.
The Town of Yrket was hardly a large destination spot. Its proximity to the so called “Gem of Kopsje” Dzunho, made the small suburban town little more than a footnote to most who heard of it. It was for all intents and purposes a sleepy, easy going, town. The Bustle and chaos of Dzunho absent, in its place the tranquility of the more natural surroundings. So it had been, so it was supposed to be. Yet as fate would have it the norm was to suddenly be disrupted by an influx of newcomers, both Kospjense and Knagzi. It was a situation that had created much confusion for the residents and a headache for the local KSG.
“Anything new to report?” The uninterested voice of a man inquired, followed by the sipping of a drink. His name was Pukak, and as far as anyone was concerned, he was technically in charge of Yrket as the leader of the local KSG. He stood with some of his fellows all having their attention turned focused on the group of Kangzi individuals they’d come to know as the Maiden Sisters, and now apparently this, Acolyte Order. Ever since the announcement by the High Priestess, their little sleepy town of Yrekt had managed to garner national attention.
“Other than the seeming exodus from Dzunho, nothing out of the ordinary. There are occasionally new Kangzi showing up at the Namist Temple, but otherwise…” one of the surveying agents responded. The whole situation had proved to be, strange, to say the least their town usually only dealing with occasional thievery and drunken brawls. Now they were practically staring down these Namists everyday as if both sides were just waiting for the other to make the first move.
“Why don’t we just detain them? They obviously aren’t here to pray, or whatever they do.” Another, younger voice asked. The sudden appearance of the Kangzi religious figures had put many on edge, no doubt due to their brandishing of various bladed weapons.
“Under what charges though? Legally, they haven’t done anything…yet anyway.” The first agent replied their eyes not moving from the robbed figures of the Namists.
“Alright enough. I expect both of you to keep your personal views in check while on duty. If anything happens, we’ll be ready.” With that Pukak took another sip of his drink, another glance at the Namist temple and headed back inside the KSG building. He knew things were about to get interesting. Most likely for the worst.
Near the western entrance to Yrket, two KSG agents had stopped a woman, clearly Kangzi and dawning a similar robe like those at the Namist temple. One of them pointed to some kind of medallion or other necklace like object. From the looks of it, a symbol of the Namist faith.
“You got authorization to be carrying that around?... matter of fact, those require authorization too. You’re going to need to produce some documents missy, would be a shame if we’d have to confiscate these…” One of the agents asked, the other chiming in and pointing at sheathed blade. It was clear they stopped the women for their own purposes, whether it be an over-zealous sense of duty, now surfacing xenophobia, or simply out of boredom. Whatever the case may-be it was obvious two KSG agents wouldn’t let the women pass until they were satisfied.
Parliament Building
“This is a clear provocation against the authority of our laws and the Sovereignty of our country! This Alexis Minette, this High Priestess, is effectively acting as an Achkaerinese agent. Her actions are those sanctioned by the Kangzi Emperor and his government weather they openly admit to it or not! We cannot allow such a slight against our country go unpunished! We must ensure this so called Covent t-“ the voice of a young man resonated throughout the parliamentary chamber. His words reaching the ears of all members present some nodding in agreement others silently listening, while some mad notes. The young man, a Junior member as one could tell easily with his overcompensated oration making his words seem almost scripted, was soon cut off by a female’s voice. One with far more authority and a natural composure to it.
“Ridiculous! The only provocation happening is that of this law against the people of Kopsje! The NKIM have continued to push this law, passed only by the cowardice of abstention, and now are taken aback at the realization that their supposed plan to transcend Kopsjse, our beloved country to their perverted concept of a modern state, has backfired and drawn the ire of not just our own people but that of the Kangzi world.” Following her abrupt interruption the women shot up so as to have her words heard across the chamber. Once finished she proudly smiled as her attempt to shoot down the Juniors words were met with thunderous applause. Though mainly from those around her, clearly her fellow party members.
“It is one thing to stop the flow of goods into our lands, it is entirely another to import religious figures with intent to subvert our actions as a political authority. With the Kangzi priestess’s words she has effectively invited more of her ilk to act as squatters in Yrket! Need I remind the parliament that these are not just simple fanatics but an organization who brandish swords and spend their lives learning martial skills. Are we to allow what could easily be armed Zealots to make a stronghold of one of our cities? One that lies only a few kilometers away from the Capitol?” The young man replied, this time facing his vocal attacker directly. His words had clearly garnered the attention of many as hushed murmurs echoed through out the chamber.
Many within the parliament were beyond aware that the current situation and passage of the law was likely to be seen negatively by the Kangzi world. By all means the law had passed in an entirely fair and legal manner, regardless of what the opposition would say. Thus condemnations and sanctions were all well and fine, expected even, but this? This was something most wouldn’t have expected. Yet it had and now the question simply was how to deal with it. These thoughts and others ran through the mind of Suymenkul as he simply sat and listened to the two parties bicker back and forth, with their designated mouthpieces. Suymenkul was neither affiliated with the NKIM whom were situated to his right nor the GIL situated to his left. Instead he was a member of a third party, one that by all means had faded into obscurity by this point. The Politics of the Parliament had grown to be dominated by the two giants situated on either side, while Suymenkul and others of smaller parties dominated the center. It was quite interesting for him. If the parliament truly did reflect the views of the general populace, then from the looks of it half of Kopsje yearned for a welfare-state, while the other half sought a near total abolishment of government.
“IF I… may have the floor? It is clear we cannot allow this slight against us, against Kopsje, to go unnoticed. Equally so we cannot afford any overly swift action that would rally further Kangzi action against Kopsje nor lead to similar situation that persists in Fifth District. Thus I suggest that what this Parliament should…”
“What the parliament should do? I’ll tell you what the parliament should do! We should revoke the damn law and ban the idiocy of the NKIM from the chamber!!” A thunderous roar of a male’s voice came from Suymenkul’s left. It grew louder with each sentence and when he finished his intrusion a loud echo of applause and cheering from the left section of the chamber vocalized the similar thoughts of GIl members. As excepted NKIM members began booing and yelling back at their verbal attackers claiming the GIL to be anti-Kopsje and other political insults.
This was getting out of hand. Suymenkul tried to raise his own voice attempting too call for a motion, but was quickly drowned out by the verbal battle that was engulfing the chamber.
Dzhunho
Fifth District
“Hurry Ainura! We must Hurry…leave it we will get another one later!” A hushed and frantic voice filled the tense air of the tenement bloc as a family quickly gathered their belongings negotiating among themselves with what they needed as opposed to wanted. A mother was haphazardly stuffing clothes, medicines, hygiene products, anything she deemed necessary into a suitcase, chiding her young daughter upon seeing the girl trying to fit a stuffed musk doll into a backpack. She was annoyed at the sight but understood, her daughter’s insistence. The Doll had been a gift from her grandmother. She’d passed away not to long ago. The soft grunts of the girl’s attempt to pack the sentimental item echoed through out their tenement flat. The mother sighed as her commands fell upon small distracted ears, she checked a nearby clock its dull green digitalized numbers reading 7:46. The Mother grew more anxious at this sight. They’d only have about 14 minutes to leave the district before the KSG started reinforcing the curfew. There was no more time to waste, in a panicked state the mother clasped her young daughters hand lightly dragging her away, knowing she would only resist if they left the doll the mother grabbed it in her other hand. They made their way outside of the building, other families and groups with similar goals also emptying their respective tenements.
Their destination was Yrket. The mother knew of it, had even visited the suburb-town due to her work, but she’d never thought to intentionally go there. It was the words of the Kangzi Priestess that had seemingly ignited a surge of exiles to the town. The Mother wasn’t sure what exactly the Priestess meant by calling the town a Covent, or what these two religious Orders were but from what little she heard from her co-workers she understood it as a place for Namists to seek refuge. Maybe… just maybe they’d take in her daughter, let her practice her faith in peace and save her from being severed with the Eternal. Maybe. As she pulled her now calmed down child down into the streets she looked again at her watch. 7:50. Ten Minutes, they had only ten minutes to make past the crowds of protestors and reach the entry point. A new wave of urgency and anxiety filled the mother as she reached down lifting her young daughter and carrying her hurriedly making her way to the entry point.
The streets were chaotic with large amassed protestors focusing their anger towards a wall of KSG agents. Shouts of “tyranny”, “oppression”, and other insults filled the air along with protest signs, religious symbols, and Icons. This had been going on for nearly a week now but with the curfew it had grown more escalated in the past few days. It was another reason the mother so desperately wanted to leave the fitfth district. As she hurried along keeping her daughter close to her shoulders instinctually trying to protect her from anything and everything at the moment, she couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of something oddly luminescent in her peripheral. A bottle? Something was off though, it had a piece of cloth stuffed inside the… The mother disregarded everything at this moment, switching from a swift paced jog to a full out run. Holding her daughter close she shoved her way through amassed people. At last she could see the line of KSG agents and small opening among their ranks. The Entry point, she gently placed her young daughter down and grasping her hand quickly guided her towards the point. A portable neon sign revealed the time as 7:56, instructions for the amassed crowed to go indoors following. The Mother nervously glanced around as they waited in line. She noticed the KSG agents assembled slowly preparing themselves with all kinds of gear. What for, she did not want to think about.
At last it was their turn to be processed the Mother looked thankfully at the neon sign which read 7:58. A young women smartly dressed but lacking the more geared out appearance of the KSG agents, gave them a small smile waving them over. She promptly asked them to produce authorized papers to which the mother gladly reached in her pocket managing to produce, one?! That couldn’t be right she knew she had mad preparations for the both of them. The mother gave an apologetic smile as she began ruffling through her things desperately looking for the other documents. A sudden scream to behind her distracted her attention away. She only managed to catch a glimpse of an orange iridescent object before it crashed against the riot shields of the KSG line exploding into a fiery yellow-reddish mass.
“Lock it down, lock it all down!” She could hear the orders of the young women, her voice a mix of frustration and anxiety. As she commanded KSG Agents began crowding along the line demanding everyone return to their homes.
“No wait! Please, take my daughter she has a pass!” The mother pleaded, gently tugging on the younger women’s uniform.
“I..I can’t. Minors, can not leave with out supervision, you know th-” the young woman began droning on lines she had seemingly memorized. It was clear she wasn’t even paying attention to the pleading mother her worries and attention drawn to the increasingly tense scene of the streets.
“Please, Udak, she is all I have left! I just want her to be safe please...”
“Fine, fine! Just hurry it up!” With that the mother handed her daughter over to the young woman. Who gently yet frantically began pulling the girl away, the child’s wailing for her mother soon being drowned out by the loud yelling and clashing of the mob engaging with the KSG Agents.
Town of Yrket
Southern Kopsje
“No you can’t! You’ve no right, that is private property!” The protests of an elderly man rang out louder than necessary in an attempt to draw more attention. He owned a local café, one of the most well known in Yrket in fact, and under any normal circumstance the KSG would avoid creating such a scene.
“And this is a legally recognized public place. Now piss off before I detain you for interfering.” Came the reply of an annoyed KSG agent, scenes like this were playing across the small town of Yrket. All of Kopsje for that matter. Kyrzun, Rus, Kopsjenese or Kangzi, it didn’t matter the only places left uninterrupted were the churches and temples of the various faiths. Though many suspected it was only a matter of time.
The Town of Yrket was hardly a large destination spot. Its proximity to the so called “Gem of Kopsje” Dzunho, made the small suburban town little more than a footnote to most who heard of it. It was for all intents and purposes a sleepy, easy going, town. The Bustle and chaos of Dzunho absent, in its place the tranquility of the more natural surroundings. So it had been, so it was supposed to be. Yet as fate would have it the norm was to suddenly be disrupted by an influx of newcomers, both Kospjense and Knagzi. It was a situation that had created much confusion for the residents and a headache for the local KSG.
“Anything new to report?” The uninterested voice of a man inquired, followed by the sipping of a drink. His name was Pukak, and as far as anyone was concerned, he was technically in charge of Yrket as the leader of the local KSG. He stood with some of his fellows all having their attention turned focused on the group of Kangzi individuals they’d come to know as the Maiden Sisters, and now apparently this, Acolyte Order. Ever since the announcement by the High Priestess, their little sleepy town of Yrekt had managed to garner national attention.
“Other than the seeming exodus from Dzunho, nothing out of the ordinary. There are occasionally new Kangzi showing up at the Namist Temple, but otherwise…” one of the surveying agents responded. The whole situation had proved to be, strange, to say the least their town usually only dealing with occasional thievery and drunken brawls. Now they were practically staring down these Namists everyday as if both sides were just waiting for the other to make the first move.
“Why don’t we just detain them? They obviously aren’t here to pray, or whatever they do.” Another, younger voice asked. The sudden appearance of the Kangzi religious figures had put many on edge, no doubt due to their brandishing of various bladed weapons.
“Under what charges though? Legally, they haven’t done anything…yet anyway.” The first agent replied their eyes not moving from the robbed figures of the Namists.
“Alright enough. I expect both of you to keep your personal views in check while on duty. If anything happens, we’ll be ready.” With that Pukak took another sip of his drink, another glance at the Namist temple and headed back inside the KSG building. He knew things were about to get interesting. Most likely for the worst.
Near the western entrance to Yrket, two KSG agents had stopped a woman, clearly Kangzi and dawning a similar robe like those at the Namist temple. One of them pointed to some kind of medallion or other necklace like object. From the looks of it, a symbol of the Namist faith.
“You got authorization to be carrying that around?... matter of fact, those require authorization too. You’re going to need to produce some documents missy, would be a shame if we’d have to confiscate these…” One of the agents asked, the other chiming in and pointing at sheathed blade. It was clear they stopped the women for their own purposes, whether it be an over-zealous sense of duty, now surfacing xenophobia, or simply out of boredom. Whatever the case may-be it was obvious two KSG agents wouldn’t let the women pass until they were satisfied.