boooo get off the stage

Ahk on side one

https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=436.msg3323#msg3323

outdated but basic reasons stand

1. Ahkabnil
2.Himeyama
3.Harbordale
4.ES

The Seer of Ebb found the memorial interesting, certainly different from the spectacle back home. Remembrance in Ahkabnil was more of a festival, a celebration of the war's end, a reverence for death and the valiant blood shed by both victorious and fallen soldiers. Ahkabnil wasn't as somber, the Seer didn't quite understand their depression over the situation, but he observed nevertheless. When the Seer reflected on it a bit more however, perhaps it wasn't so different in his mind, the cultural perceptions were interesting things to ponder as he sat there. When the ceremony ended, and the veteran the Seer tagged along got a decent cameo, the High Umam carried himself on to the reception as the old Oqiilchich made his way to the hotel, giving into his need for rest. To two gave their indifferent goodbyes for the cameras and parted ways, the Oqiilchich veteran would be on a flight back to Ahkabnil by tomorrow upon his request.

"Good evening." the Seer of Ebb approached whoever was receiving him, as he walked into the Emperor's Suite. "A fine memorial service." he complimented.

Bidzakwemok, Northern Ahkabnil

The atmosphere was jubilant with the urgent activity of wartime production, but sorrowful and depressed in the same instance. Men, women and children all wept. A mother, saw her 16 year old son off to war; an old man, seeing his family off as he carries on with a torn rucksack; stoic officers, greet the pale faces of the many new recruits, most young and supposed to be in their prime, but thrown into a situation where most if not all, would not return.

Pechani looked on from a distance, whole town’s young populations had been wiped out simultaneously in this war. There was so much grief that weighed down personally on his heart and mind, Pechan sometimes wondered if the suffering and toil was worth the endeavor. Then he glanced as the colors on his shoulder and realized the uniform he was wearing. He had grown up in an age of war, with his parents constantly telling him how much worse it was under Imperial rule. Was it though? Was there more to living in this world than the certainty of death and destruction. Yet, such hardship was accustom to Pechan’s generation.

He had just got back from the deemed ‘Chanal Front’ with a recommendation to be commissioned for the Oqiilchich, they were an elite group of troops that trained in the highest elevations of the country. Their name was akin to ‘Death Troopers’ meaning warriors who fight to the death, they were a group that was all over the Horn with origins in the Quywe Empire, fighting most notably in the war with Ardia between Quywe, before the rebellions. A war his father and mother fought in, he always got the sense they were never the same.

Pechan was honored that he received such a valiant opportunity, though Yaotenmel knows he didn't have much of a choice. It was either this, or back to Chanal. His heart trembled with a deafening anxiety upon such a thought; he didn't remember what he did in Chanal and he didn't want to, Pechan simply knew it was enough to have him recommended here by superiors.

So he continued on down the street, several old and new soldiers were lined up together, many had bandages wrapped around their bloody wounds, propped up by their rifles. A tour of more battle hardened soldiers had just gotten off a truck, surely seeking out drinks and prostitutes in their neglected youthful exuberance. Some just sat somberly, one young woman, sitting in a perpetual state of shivering with a still, frightened face.

Finally, Pechan reached the temporary conscription enter down the street, a mere mobile tent full of officers who overwatched dozens of men signing up. “Lieutenant Pechan sir.” He approached a rather decorated looking man, standing at attention. “I was directed to report here under commission, for directions.”

The stoic officer grabbed the papers, onlooking them then handing them back. “Have you read these warrior? These… commendations. Quite impressive.”

“No sir I have not.”

“You're a medic?”

“Yes sir.”

The officer shook his head as he continued reading on, ascertaining a deep respect for medical personnel on the battlefield. Though he derived them useless in the grand scheme. “You held off an attack while treating wounded members of your group, in Chanal of all places. Why aren't you back there? We need elite men like you back there.”

Pechan paused for a moment, glancing at the questioning officer. “My entire group was wiped out sir, I was wounded and asked for a transfer, they put me here for moral, sir.”

“Ah.” The officer shook his head, holding out some wine for Pechan. He gladly accepted it and took a swig. “It's always an honor to meet an Oqiilchich, you men have a special place reserved for you in the Heart of Yaotenmel.”

“I am not one yet.” Pechan corrected, receiving his documents back.

“Ah correct, you need charter to the mountain post, the pipeline.”

“Yes sir.”

“Right, we'll get you on your way then, my utmost respect to you warrior.” The officer nodded, sending Pechan off. May your death be a good one, Oqiilchich.

Oqiilchich were troops known all over the Horn, they weren't particularly Ahkabnilian or anything. They were troops of high caliber trained and bred in the most deprived conditions. Fanatic patriots at heart. However, Ahkabnil during the Ardian Scourge began to recruit commendable regular soldiers into their ranks, significantly boosting their numbers. Hundreds of thousands would train with the highest standards yet most minimal means. They were shock troopers then, evolving their reputation as brutal. They took no prisoners, gave no refuge, each filled with the fire of vengeance.

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The Mountain Post

“Will you be staying long, General?” Commander Weqpah asked, handing the old venerable leader a cup of squash wine.

General Daelin shook his head. “As much of a fan I am of the Oqiilchich, I am called upon by the Revered Speaker and the rest of the staff. Nurashima is no secret and several hundred thousand of my men are pulled off the line.”

“We need as much men here, they're not thinking of sending you to Nurashima are they?” Weqpah asked.

“There's not much I can do about it, plus I agree with their intent. Nurashima is vital, without it we can't continue fighting here and that's a fact. We're already battling the Ardians for control of this sea. If you agree, your men will be joining me, and you as well Commander.”

Weqpah paused, his heart racing. “What about the other Oqiilchich post?” He began to walk out to the balcony of his command post, overlooking to the bustling training ground and fatigued trainees. The distant valley echoed nothing  but eerie quiteness and natures often crack of thunder or a Condor’s screeching call. It was a beautiful sight, watching the foggy clouds roll between each rocky crevice of each mountain, even the mountain post itself was choked thick with intense fog. The air was thin, that even Weqpah could hardly breath despite living high up here for so long, as he took a deep contemplative sigh.

“I always trust your word, you know that. And I'm with you on this.” He held his cup up, downing the rest of his wine. “I am just afraid on the Chanal Front. This scourge has forever changed the country. More than the rebellions ever have. I worry for our future if we're not here.”

“It's all strategy.” Daelin sighed as he stood up with the held of his cane, his right leg crippled from the Quywe War with Ardia. “Your Oqiilchich will be at the front of this operation. When that operation will be I'm not sure, we have to gather the logistics of it,  it prepare your men for Himeyama, commander.”

“So this is what you came to ask?”

“It's what I've come to order.” The General replied. “You're too much of an asset to me.” The deep rumbling buzz of an H-Uhke “Death Whistle” making a screeching pass overhead reminded the General. “We will have air cover, from our supposed allies and most importantly ourselves. So cheer up Commander, battle is what a warrior lust for. I will be back when a plan is set in motion, in the meantime bureaucracy calls!” Daelin said with one last swig before heading out. Weqpah continued to watch the Deathwhistle’s perform their low passes of the day, contemplating the year ahead. He looked forward to the Chanal Front, now he was set for Nurashima. How he hated Himekuno.

Coanchua will send a team

Ahkabnil’s economy is loosely observed as a quasi-free market with mixed state capitalist planning. The Temple of Oqan regulates business standards to ensure their practices are within Pexhitenlli laws, the central government controls the market indirectly and owns several public companies. Most of these companies under the domain of the government pertain to resource extradition and trade, such as the Cross-Seas Kwuyche Trade Company, this solidifies the government’s oversight of economic ongoings. Most domestic private companies operate under permission of the government, usually their product is prioritized by the Temple and bought by the government in contract, many autonomous Tlallaqa make similar deals independently from the central government. Overall, domestic business is put above foreign, propped up by contracts and tariffs; economic policy generally tends to be protectionist in many regards.

Though staunchly protectionist with limited economic freedoms, the economy of Ahkabnil is remarked as being highly efficient, with much of the country’s strict policy catering towards a high margin of productivity. Factors that contribute most is the ‘welfare state’ and and hardline traditional institutions that groom the population as a collective capable workforce. In Academy, Ahkabnilians are educated in particular trades and studies pertaining to their aptitude and former scores from ages 16 to 18. When one finally leaves Academy, they will be mostly prepared, with additional training, to be put into the workforce. A government program called Xhulachtene automatically allocates workers into suitable positions if available at particular companies who have such contracts with the government.

 In addition most serve two years of mandatory Civil Service, either in Academy or shortly after, their service can pertain to their wanted or given specialty, this provides a stream of low level government workers that rotate into the market with experience.

Many citizens also go to college for higher education, all colleges in Ahkabnil are private institutions that are subsidized by the government. Only those who are selected can attend with no cost, while those who wish to attend must pay fees or work civil service throughout their education.  Healthcare is similar but is entirely state-run, supported by subsidized regional research institutions and College Academies.

Extensive planning and rehearsal goes into projecting the economy, this planning is used to invoke policies to incentivize the market in a certain direction. The most important institution that is responsible for the government’s economic incentives is the public Kwuyche, a trade company that essentially works for the government with a vast merchant fleet. With regulation in the skies as well, with Hwelan Air, the Ministry of Trade and Economics is able, as efficiently as possible, guide the national economy with a grip on means of trade, while allowing free flexible business in compliance with law to compliantly develop with an emphasis on internal businesses.

Inequality is quite high in Ahkabnil however, though the general population lives comfortably. The Temple and its Associates own a massively disproportionate amount of wealth, much of it which goes into funding the Temple’s efforts across the country but also some lost to cases existing corruption in the political system. Reputable politicians also gain a substantial amount of wealth, forming their own elite class. There isn’t much maneuverability for one to become prestigious or wealthy without service to the government, small businesses and new entrepreneurship is quite bleak, as endorsed corporations and institutions maintain a monopoly on most of the market, Overall, it is believed in Ahkabnil that everyone has their place, ambitious business venture and new thought is largely cancelled by this attitude of content and strict social structure, despite how efficient it is.

Despite strict protectionism Ahkabnil isn’t opposed to trading or doing business with other countries, as long as terms of fair trade are met. Ahkabnil will hardly commence free trade if it is not beneficial directly to Ahkabnil.

Sectors

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Agriculture only constitutes a small part of the economy at nearly 18% of the total GDP, much of Ahkabnil’s land is suitable for cultivation, feeding the population mostly while ‘exotic exports’ or ‘high quality exports’ leave the country, such as foodstuff many foreigners value such as hot sauce, peppers,  flat pepen bread, corn, fruit, squash and papaya, much of it are finished products sold into foreign markets. Agriculture is prioritized first and foremost by the Temple as for the people. Fishing is massive industry in it’s own in Ahkabnil, ranking high the tonnage of fish caught and eaten per year, maintaining a large coast relative to land area Ahkabnil has a rather maritime agricultural base. In other areas, Ahkabnil employs terrace farming, while having a high volume of land based meat consumption like pork, beef, bird and rodent. Ahkabnil’s most well known raw food exports are corn, beans and peppers. Alot of food is imported however, mostly from Cojotan who provides a substantial amount of raw food materials.

Industrial production is the second largest part of the economy, alongside mining. This constitutes Ahkabnil’s manufacturing industry and a number of other secondary industry, producing high volumes of finished products and exporting them exponentially, however Ahkabnil also works feverishly on mass production for internal development and growth. Much of this secondary industrial economy pertains to light industry, while heavy industry, though contributing much more to the GDP, is smaller and more regulated. Tertiary services are also a large part of the economy, Ahkabnil is essentially a hybrid service-industrial economy, manufacturing the backbone which props up the service based industry. Though not a massive part of the economy, the government has formed large incentives to back the quaternary sector of the economy, with the funding of research and development in industries such information technology, media, education and planning. Together, tertiary and quaternary sectors make up the largest part of the economy at just over 50% on top of Agriculture, with light and heavy industry taking the rest.

Infrastructure

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With it’s own natural supply and stockpiles of uranium Ahkabnil is mostly dependent on nuclear energy for most of the grid, with other dependencies on coal power and petroleum imports. Most nuclear power plants are on the coast and regularly upgraded to meet government standards and safety, a few are on smaller bodies of water or rivers inland. Coastal power plants for the most part however are enough to power a wide reaching majority of the country. Ahkabnil is a heavy investor in nuclear energy, believing it to be the most efficient and cleanest source of power in existence. Uranium is usually mined from most mountains in Ahkabnil as well as coal, both resources are used for primarily energy.

This power is carried by lines through a complex, yet simplistic city layout. As the Temple of Oqan is know to be the precursor of how society will be organized, it tediously assigns itself to meticulously plan cities to a fault. This derived from after the Great War, when recovery was at it’s height, destroyed cities needed to be restored but the Temple and Government took it upon themselves to express the nation’s newfound theocracy in its very appearance. Therefore Ahkabnilian cities, most, will appear very organized, planned and purposeful. Because of this strict planning many cities have had a tough time expanding, with issues such as conservation, and maintaining a city’s operation and layout. Most new buildings that are improved must be constructed by the Temple of Oqan, as Ahkabnilian architecture is rather artistic and a show of craftsmanship, meant to express the beliefs of the theocracy.

You won’t find many high rises or skyscrapers in Ahkabnil, cities had expanded outward instead of up, and the Temple of Oqan had a personal distaste for their appearance.

Transportation ties into the meaningful planning and preparation of cities, rail is common such as the national high speed loops(not hyperloop) that intertwine throughout the mountains. Underground subways and above ground lightrail is common in cities, Chanal, the capital, in particular has both a subway and above ground transportation system, as well as a large canal bus boat system, and a bus system. The unique Canal bus boat system compromise of wide, large triple decker boats that traverse the canals of Chanal, and transport a large volume of people in the downtown, university, airport and business areas. Most Ahkabnilians take public transportation, a well-rounded and highly organized  system.

One of the five High Umam's of Ahkabnil, the Seer of Ebb, walked in with his entourage of followers, aided by two young men who held his arms, helping him up a few steps. He smiled gracefully for the camera's, with a few waves here and there, but overall remaining modest in a hurry to get into the auditorium. Hakwechi, as he was known in his true name, had fought in the war when he was a mere 15 years old, lying about his age and being forced into service for it. He had stories for ages, as to why he did it and left the temple, and what he had learned from the long fought war, but he didn't dare boast the events or what he ever saw. The Battle of Chanal still burned, suppressed, but he adored the progress the city had made since then. Today, was the apex spiritual guide for the nation, a symbol, one that had to present at this event. The Revered Speaker very well served in the war, but he hardly lavished in the service.

Alongside the High Umam Seer was a mere common man, wheeled along by helpers. His name was Yantek, old and crippled, stoic and tired in his mannerism. He was a notable veteran in the country, part of the famous mountain troops of Ahkabnil known as the 'Oqiilchich' who were known for their ferocity. He alone defended a single position for  days from waves of Ardians with a desperate assortment of weapons at his disposal. The Temple of Ohkan even published a book about him, one of the more well-known biographies of the war and the source of an up-incoming TV miniseries about the Oqiilchich. Tantek wore his old uniform, elaborately decorated with a few flowers and condor feathers, with an assortment of beads. He didn't have his left arm, but wore the patch of the Oqiilchich proudly on that sleeve, a stylized skull, representing death, an aspect of life Ahkabnilians revered greatly.

"Hello." the Seer of Ebb greeted the welcoming party, a translator standing near. "It is a great honor Princess, I am one of the five High Umam's of the Temple of Oqan, the Seer of Ebb, as you may know but more importantly this is Captain Yantek, veteran of the Oqiilchich troops. He his a highly decorated man, known for the holding off wave attacks by himself. He his highly regarded as a principle warrior in our country." he gestured. Yantek remained humble, bowing his head ever so slightly with the tired momentum of age.

Okay I didn't start it but i technically did... https://independentorder.net/index.php?topic=214.msg2951#msg2951

Basically i'm taking preliminary steps to build it up ICly, that article is the present state of Coanchua

I'm starting this tomorrow, apps cut off until everyone who has applied has posted or passed.

Eight Z-2 ‘Tigersharks’ quickly left the deck of the INS Dauntless, that had diverted its original course upon receiving the call for help. The Achkaerinese Captain of the venerable carrier was reluctant at first, as he was a cautious and calm man, unsure what they were driving into, but heard the desperate call and heeded it's request. Xeolani Yacashi, leading the Kaiop fighter squadron deemed the ‘Skyraiders’ was rejuvenated to be getting into combat again. The scruffy group of pirate-pilots gathered around in their barbaric and hyper manner, taking shots of Marigold flower wine for good luck, before announcing a prayer to gather moral and hype.

They all ran out to their planes, already started by the organized ground crews. With the wind blazing in their favor the Kaiop took off with their heavy and rugged planes from the small flight deck of the Dauntless; Yecashi giving one last vibrant holler to the onlooking Captain, knowing this would be their final trip on the Dauntless. How Yecashi hated being at sea, how he loved being the air. It was almost euphoric until he came to his senses, focusing on the task at hand. A sickening pit sunk into his stomach, looking to his left and right making sure everyone was in formation.

On his right, a rookie, mere kid by the name of Jeken who had found himself behind the stick of the Coanchuan born Tigershark. He had a lot of faith in Jeken’s ability as a natural pilot, thought cauntioned his somewhat cocky enthusiasm.

On his left, was an old timer and trusted wingman, Ushoki. She was perhaps one of the best pilots in the squadron behind Yecashi, feared for knowing the Tigershark as if she was a physical part of it. She was the most committed and obsessed with the war effort, but distant and jaded.

“I spot those fucks down’ere.” Hamotyo called out.

“Yeah, yeah I see. You know what to do.” Yecashi commanded. By this time 8 other Tigersharks had joined them, flying parallel to Yecashi’s own formation. Yecashi figured to lead 8 Tigersharks obscured by brief cloud cover in a shallow dive through them, while ordering the second formation to zoom outright into the Ardians. It was a ballsy move, as by the time Yecashi dived straight out of the clouds he and his wingmen were in the thick of a furball, though catching the Ardians by surprise and confusing them in their perpetual state of tunnel vision. Ushoki nearly tore her wings off at the speed she pushed her plane, or so it felt like it. By the time she was oriented a screaming Ardian dive bomber was in her sights, she squeezed away, with the six 50 caliber guns of the Tigershark snapping of its wing.

In a matter of minutes several dive bombers simultaneously met their fate and the Ardian fighters were in peril confusion as the unknown planes feel from the clouds all around them. The other eight Tigersharks openly dived from the sun, acting as the initial distraction.

The Kaiop pilots soon found themselves in an intertwined in furball themselves with angry Ardians. Yecashi, maintaining his high speed as he took out a bomber and badly wounded another, now had an Ardian on his tail squeezing away with his 20mm. A few hits lit up his cockpit in fire, finally he thought, the notorious Kaiop ace meets his fate. Jeken, pulled in behind the Ardian thought it was too late and fire angrily all over the canvas, scoring a few hits and sending the Ardian smoking.

The Kaiop ace struggled to open the cockpit as the fire spread feverishly around the controls. The canopy would only crack, so Yecashi put the plane in a straight vertical dive hoping to hit the water as fast he could, no Kaiop pilot wanted to die in fire. He said his final prayers, before suddenly the flames were sucked out of the cockpit alongside the dramatic shift in pressure. Suddenly he had regained sanity and pulled as hard he could on the stick. Yecashi’s Tigershark, lovingly named Boom and Zoom, struggled as he forced the nose above the horizon at breakneck speeds. So fast, Yecashi could feel blood rushing into his eyes and out his ears, with his vision producing a vignette of black. He had underestimated the Ardians in this theater.

Meanwhile, covering Yecashi’s limping retreat to the nearest friendly airbase, Hamotyo had scored two fighter kills in a boom and zoom attack, then pulling into an High yo-yo when another Ardian overshot his dive on Hamotyo. He landed himself in front of the Kaiop, and Hamotyo squeezed away. “Must be my lucky day!” He jokingly choked the comms.

By the end of the skirmish, the Ardians were sent pulling back with 4 fighter losses and 11 downed dive bombers. Yecashi desperately called on the radio, more concerned with who they lost over his own being. “We're fine boss, lets just get you home.” Ushoki said, as the Kaiop quickly sped away to Himeyama.

Saheristan: would you be opposed to having Kaiop people on your Channel coast? One's that you maybe conquered once and assimilated, the Kaiop are basically pirate gypsies from everywhere though taking after Himeyaman and Toshikawan migrants(Wokou pirate analogue irl). the Koingia are an ethnic group deriving from anything Kaiop, Slave or native mixed into one, in a loosely similar vein to what mestizo is. Though, alot of these people may just say their 'Coanchuan' now, even ethnically.

Country full Name: Coanchua, it was more like a loose autonomy under a collectively employed governorship, later a monarchy. 'Kaiop' would be the umbrella term used to denote those from what is modern day Coanchua.
Reason for partaking in the Mhorish Sea Campaign: When the Kaiop people were liberated from Seleucid, the Ardian Empire attempted several naval blitz to take control of the Matilda Channels. With naval support from Achkaerin the Ardians were held at bay, however the Krimeon Sea was still hotly contested and Ardian advances along the Horn gave them precedent control over most of the southern Krimeon Sea. Kaiopi people, men and women, would fight across Ardia and other theater's, becoming known as fierce voluunteers, taken up and recruited by the anti-Ardian powers and deployed as elite troops. The extensive air war over the Matilda Channel also recruited local airforces, provided material for self-sufficient production by the rising powers that took the Kaiopi under their wings. The fierce marines and underdog pilots gained a reputation and were, by 1940, the most immediately deployable troops to Nurashima. The Kaiop fought under any banner, traded off between forces, but working independently.
Assets available: perhaps around 10,000  Kaiopi marines and a small squadron of pilots flying the Coanchuan made Yecashi 'Tigershark', these aircraft were mostly supplementary but the Coanchuans ended up keeping them throughout the war, they may have took on foreign fighters late in the Mhorish Campaign. Overall though, Kaiop troops took what they given and made it work, having a mix if armaments collected from allies and enemies.
More Details/Ideas: maybe, i'm willing to work with anything

Zara's eyes lit up, she hadn't seen such a knife in decades and immediately, flashes of the war came back to her. Her expression of recognition was apparent and at this old age, she hardly cared, not when her friend had just died in such as way. "You arrived just in time for the mourning walk." she answered. "We'll arrive at the burial site where she'll be lowered into the ground. I've seen enough funerals in this country to know." she stared at Blair with a jovial grin. "That is no ordinary knife, and you two know it." she said, pulling them aside before the walk would begin. "I am Zara, and I flew with Muire during the Imperial Great War in this forsaken country. Though she loved it here after the war." she paused, catching herself going on about old memories.

The walk had begun and Zara guided to two along, the sorrowful music, indicated by the dissonant wooden flutes and drum, brought back too many memories for the old veteran. She held her tongue quietly until the rite was over. The center crowd, walking along the path, carried Muire's body, wrapped in thick cotton that was painted over in various reds, greens and yellows. On her chest were several coins and an Ahkabnilian paper standards, as well as kernels of corn and a few raw beans. An elaborate bundle of leaves and flowers held her up above everyone's heads. Her body was completely concealed for various reasons.

A priest walked along with them, chanting various sayings over and over. "Twelcha'e'echtuy Kamal"

Finally, they arrived, and the body was slowly lowered into the ground. Many tossed flowers and food in there once the body settled, those who seemed more close to her lended gifts, which was only Zara at that point. There, she placed an old war-era pistol in the grave, kneeling with a painful cringe to do so. She spoke the few words of Ahkabnilian tongue she knew. "Uluy A'aanche sister, for your journey with Yaotenmel."

The priestly monk then began an accord of singing, with the dissonant flute and drums playing closely behind. Most of everyone joined in, but Zara walked away, with tears in her eyes. Soon after she asked Blair and Maisie to join her for coffee at a local cafe. "If i am remembering the neighborhood correctly, it should still be here." she said, soon finding an old, rundown restaurant. It wasn't busy at this time so there were plenty of seats available. If she remembered correctly restaurants demanded a fee be paid at the door to take a seat, Zara didn't mind, she paid for all three as Ahkabnilian food was worth it in her eyes. "We could have stayed for the feast afterword, but this may be a bit more private. And the food is better."

"So you're truthsayer girls?" Zara blatantly asked. "Oh don't worry, no one here cares or understands here."

Country full Name: Holy Empire of Achkaerin

Role Played in Coanchua's History: Having fought the Ardian's in the Great War - given Gowu's position it was important to keep the supply lines open and contain the Ardian naval threat as much as possible leading to a decisive battle in 1937 where the Ardian's flagship was sunk, this combined with Sutherland success two years earlier in the Channel Campaign effectively ended the Ardian threat on the seas, allowing more forceful advances on land. Considering the importance of the trade route through the channels Achkaerin would obviously be interested in ensuring the continuation of that trade route especially with the rise of the USR bloc during the cold war years.

Modern Stance: With the USR having since fallen (though now resurgent) Achkaerin would view Marigold as a less critical treaty than it originally was, and would probably favor independence for Conchua though obviously preferred through peaceful means not an armed rebellion. Chances are Achkaerin would look for a renegotiated Marigold but accounting for a self determined Conchua potentially up to and including helping the Conchuan's develop a sustainable system.

More Details/Ideas: Quick point but Great war runs 1913-1945 as Sutherland's rebellion is the trigger - unless the rebellion is in December in which case 1914 is fine.

Now just a thought (and I don't know how much mileage there is in this) but given the timing of 1976 as Cold War era and with instability in Conchua I would like to suggest that we perhaps factor the likely fear among some nations that Conchua could become an outpost of the USR bloc, I know it may not be ideological come 2017 but in the 1970's that could be a potential reason to drive the Marigold talks into existence (this may be preferable to the genocide as a trigger but I don't know how critical that is).

On the subject of Marigold I'm also happy to suggest that Achkaerin played a major role in drafting the Accord and the actual talks and if you're up for it Gad I'm happy to offer up an Achkaerinese noble to be the present Head of State (albeit a somewhat powerless one due to the corrupt government) though if that's pursued I'd like to avoid a King/Queen title and would suggest a Duke or Duchess given that this was an installed position I doubt they'd be equal to other heads of state or that other nations would go that far, but this is just me thinking out loud.

I like this explanation better than the genocide, it could also be that there was a growing piracy issue in reaction to occupation.

Country full Name: Ecclesiastical State

Role Played in Coanchua's History: ES entered the anti-Ardia side at the beginning of the Great War after the Pope sent a military force to aid the Sutherian revolutionaries against their colonial opressor the Ardian Empire, in one of the last and pivotal battles in 1913, (assuming) one year before the official start of the Great War. Throughout this bloody era, ES had to send military support due to the nation's values which included the need for christian unity, even more when it came to fellow catholic nations. Considering the importance of the trade route through the channels ES would obviously be interested in ensuring the continuation of that trade route as well, especially with the rise of the USR bloc during the cold war years. As of now, one of the anti-Ardian allies, Vaguzia, would have allowed for the ES navy, marines, air force etc. to make stop-overs in their former colonial island San Esperito, thus securing a possible spot for refueling and replenishing.

Modern Stance: ES had developed a neutral stance towards the Marigold treaty, considering the fact that it would being that region more stability and order if it wouldn't act in favor towards any of the two Cold-war blocks, although similarly to Achkaerin's stance, realise more than ever that independence for Conchua is more than inevitable and should be pursued although obviously preferred through peaceful means, not an armed rebellion, perhaps a re-negotiation of that treaty if possible.

More Details/Ideas: I would also like to make the suggestion that ES was part of the nations who drafted the Marigold Accords, unless of course you prefer just one nation which would more than likely be Achkaerin. Perhaps a papal visit during the cold war would have been part of calming things down in that region, as well as a modern one?

I'll make an app for Balticum once Saheri. done his first!

Not sure what the pope coming to Coanchua would have done, i'm not planning on it being christian or any rl religion at the moment. Otherwise seems fine, just make sure to work with others to compensate for your distance but seems you have that. Talk with Ach too and anyone else involved in the Accord.

Country full Name: Kingdom of Greater and Lesser Foxtrove
Role Played in Coanchua's History: During the Great War, Foxtrove played a backseat role during the early and mid war stages however, when it became clear that the Ardian Empire was going to lose in Coanchua, Foxtrove began to support the rebels fighting them. This was through weapons and ammo for the rebels, although they mainly gave it to ultra-nationalist and/or fascist groups. After the war concluded, the kingdom became pro-Marigold.

Modern Stance: Foxtrove remains "pro"-Marigold although they would rather control the channel themselves or at the very least a puppet-state.
 

The light support thing is fine until we reach Foxtrove wanting control of the Channels, that doesn't make such sense considering you're most southern country from them. Work with the Marigold alliance to lend support, talk to Ach and others OOCly.

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The further away you are from the Channels, the more I implore you work with other countries and go through closer neighbors to support your agenda or a side. In other words, follow Saheristan, Iwi, RS, and anyone else in close proximity to the Channel who wants to be involved.