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Sinyal wrote:*Tearing noises* Zombies ripping out the skin of others, who will stop them? Follow a team of normal everyday people, as they rage to stop the zombies.

nom nom hungry eat flesh........

O.o
Open RP?

The jovian colonies

Your Imaginary Friend wrote:Right back at you! :) How goes it in The Jovian Colonies?

The space habitats aren't crashing down, so I guess you could say it's going swimmingly up here! :P

Aigania, Treadwellia, and Loftegen 2

The jovian colonies wrote:The space habitats aren't crashing down, so I guess you could say it's going swimmingly up here! :P

Good to hear!

By the way I love your flag! Did you design it yourself or find it somewhere? :D

Treadwellia and Loftegen 2

Omg shoot I've made a terrible error.. I'm so sorry for the random telegram y'all! D= was trying to make a welcome telegram for the region but accidentally clicked the wrong thing gahhhh. >.<

Edit: Well, I feel bad but I guess no use crying over spilled milk! :I Do yous have any thoughts on what should be included in the welcome tg that isn't already? :P

Treadwellia, Caybow, and Loftegen 2

The Flag of the SISD under House Daltizius has been updated. Please share your opinions on the upgrade.

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Denado wrote:The Flag of the SISD under House Daltizius has been updated. Please share your opinions on the upgrade.

How has it been upgraded? I don't exactly recall how it was before... :o

I like the design and the colors in general of the flag, although the purple sword seems a bit out of place to me. Does it have a particular significance?

Denado and Loftegen 2

Your Imaginary Friend wrote:How has it been upgraded? I don't exactly recall how it was before... :o

I like the design and the colors in general of the flag, although the purple sword seems a bit out of place to me. Does it have a particular significance?

The older design is here - https://ibb.co/YdGGqNF

The old version had the sword in different colors, but I thought making it a singular color like the key was a singular color would pair better. The idea is that the key is for the clergy and spiritual harmony/happiness and the sword is for the defenders of the faith in the nobility.

Mainly the differences are the changes in the shapes of the charges, the Emperor's House's charge on the left getting a different sparrow silhouette, and the sizes of the charges on the shield being upscaled a bit to make better use of the space.

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Denado wrote:The older design is here - https://ibb.co/YdGGqNF

The old version had the sword in different colors, but I thought making it a singular color like the key was a singular color would pair better. The idea is that the key is for the clergy and spiritual harmony/happiness and the sword is for the defenders of the faith in the nobility.

Mainly the differences are the changes in the shapes of the charges, the Emperor's House's charge on the left getting a different sparrow silhouette, and the sizes of the charges on the shield being upscaled a bit to make better use of the space.

Ah yes, I do think the symbols look much cleaner and their proportions go better with each other now! :)

Snoodum and Loftegen 2

Tuesday tarting

Everyone say hello to our first day of Tuesday Tarting! Every week there will be a new list of nations in need of endorsements from the rest of the region. Show them lots of love!

✔️ = 💚

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Treadwellia, Your Imaginary Friend, Kappan, and Loftegen 2

What software are you guys using to make your modern art pics? All of them are really good so far.

Loftegen 2

Kappan wrote:What software are you guys using to make your modern art pics? All of them are really good so far.

I used paint.net, though I think I would have had a much easier time using GIMP.

Kappan and Loftegen 2

Advisor: "My King, we and the people advise that you find yourself a 'special' person to keep the lineage going."

Conan V: "Pft, that's funny. Me getting married? I'm good."

Advisor: "Sir, what are we going to do once you die?"

Conan V: "Not sure but I'll be watching from up above enjoying a crispy chicken sandwich."

Advisor: "May I ask why you banned all fast foods in the nation except for Burger King?"

Conan V: "So the people may always dine with the King!"

The jovian colonies

Your Imaginary Friend wrote:Good to hear!

By the way I love your flag! Did you design it yourself or find it somewhere? :D

I am very happy with it myself! I made it myself although don't overestimate my flag-making skills, I did it all amateurishly with paint and images I got from google :P except the background, that I made myself

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Denado wrote:The older design is here - https://ibb.co/YdGGqNF

The old version had the sword in different colors, but I thought making it a singular color like the key was a singular color would pair better. The idea is that the key is for the clergy and spiritual harmony/happiness and the sword is for the defenders of the faith in the nobility.

Mainly the differences are the changes in the shapes of the charges, the Emperor's House's charge on the left getting a different sparrow silhouette, and the sizes of the charges on the shield being upscaled a bit to make better use of the space.

I like the improvements. Making the sword all in one color reduces the "clutteredness" of the flag (which is already relatively high) and the sparrow silhouette now looks more heraldic than before. Very nicely done!

Denado, Your Imaginary Friend, and Loftegen 2

Post self-deleted by Adelsin.

OOC: Just got an issue where Wezeltonia has decided to invade a Mzeusian colony. There are just a few farms on the island, but that is an act of unprovoked aggression that cannot go unchallenged! To war it is.

Loftegen 2

Tubbius the Bulbous is awake. His eyes hurt. Worse, though, is that His tummy is empty! Not wanting to get out of bed just yet, His Fatness sets both hands on the jiggly jelly belly, focuses His Tubbius Magic, and skips the need for First Breakfast by spiriting it from the bedside table straight into His stomach. Said abdomen swells heavily, immediately distending and digesting, forcing out a thunderous burrrrrurrrrrp that wakes Her Maternity.

She is, of course, not pleased with His Porky Portliness.

Loftegen 2

Sinyal wrote:***StaTiC nOIseS*** Radio dispatch from sinyalian military comms: Warning, a new outbreak has caused humans to start cannibalizing each other, otherwise known as zombies, remember to stay indo--- ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

(A new RP starting here in the RMB????? 0_0

Atlas class Fleet Support Ship Westküste, 15 nm from the coast of Sinyal
Quinturio Anne Madsen was a radio operator oboard the Westküste, one of the all-important but often overlooked fleet support ships supplying the Imperiale Marine on their missions all over Lazarus. The Westküste was headed to Fortuna in Hycronesia to meet up with a larger fleet that was set to sail around the continent of Thule on its southern side and ultimately scout the southern coast of Hyperborea.

Anne Madsen suddenly heard static in the radio. An unencrypted broadband transmission was coming in:

Radio dispatch from sinyalian military comms: Warning, a new outbreak has caused humans to start cannibalizing each other, otherwise known as zombies, remember to stay indo--- ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

The transmission ended as abruptly as it had begun. Anne quickly pressed a button which automatically saved the transmission to a seperate storage file. All transmissions were stored for 72 hours anyways, but by pressing the button she made it easier to find again for later reference.
Anne phoned her superior, Legat-Commander Julia Mirsch, to inform her about the transmission. "You might want to hear this for yourself, Frau Legat Commander!"

Either something dangerous was happening in Sinyal or someone along the coast was playing games. You never knew wheter you could take the people of Sinyal seriously or not...

Aigania, Your Imaginary Friend, Loftegen 2, and Sinyal

Kappan wrote:What software are you guys using to make your modern art pics? All of them are really good so far.

Paint for me.

Treadwellia and Loftegen 2

everything is getting better.

*sets up tables for hot pots of moose stew*

Sneyland get out the jugs for the moose milk.

Oh yes, we need to check on those steroid moose too in those titanium jails we put them in.... haven't heard a peep from them.... I'm beginning to worry.....

...it's been like a week.... hold on, did we feed them since then???

e_e

Snoodum wrote:That's really interesting and thank you for asking. I'd be more than willing to go along with this!

Snudgeskooge was woken by a soft knock on the door. Being a light sleeper, he snapped his eyes open, turning to the Bloodrine wood door, the almost black wood barely distinguishable in the dark. He glanced perfunctorily at the Empress. He'd need an heir soon. Lifespans were rapidly increasing these days but being a Great Divine Majesty took years of training. He pulled back the covers, setting them softly on the Empress before walking over to the door and opening it. Alfoerd had the decency to keep the light off outside his room so as not to wake the Empress. Snudgeskooge rubbed his eyes as Alfoerd knelt in respect before getting back up. The older man whispered in Snudgeskooge's ear. 'The Foreign Minister is outside your office. I told him I'd come and get you.'

Snudgeskooge nodded, scenarios starting to go ever more rapidly through his mind as he woke up. 'Thank you Alfoerd, you can go back to sleep.' The man nodded slightly. Snudgeskooge could tell the man wanted to stay up and so cocked his head to the side in way of telling the man to continue.

'I watch the stars late at night your Great Divine Majesty. I have a telescope in my room.' Snudgeskooge smiled. He always loved finding out the hobbies of those around him.

On getting to his office, Alfoerd waved the Foreign Minister in. 'What brings you to my office, Lorena? I don't see you very often.'

'I apologise for the late hour, your Great Divine Majesty but a wooden ship has been sighted by Eastern Coastal Battery in Sector Seven. The local commander ordered the naval guns loaded and he's awaiting your orders.'

'Do we have any ideas who it belongs to?'

'The sail isn't anything we recognise. It doesn't seem to be stopping either.'

'Send out a boat. Have it stop the ship and escort them back. I'll meet them there. If we get any more information, let me know.'

'Your Great Divine Majesty, I doubt it's true but the commander reported the men to have spears and bronze armour.'

Snudgeskooge frowned. At least this would be a new experience. He walked with the Foreign Minister to the helipad outside and boarded a modified military helicopter. The Foreign Minister closed the door and a few minutes later, they landed on the helipad at ECB Seven. They were met by the ECB commander who led them to the shore where the three patrol boats were approaching the wooden vessel. God-Emperor Snudgeskooge was handed an ear piece and he could hear the Naval Scouting Corporal talking to his men. 'Corporal, it's your Great Divine Majesty, God-Emperor Snudgeskooge speaking. I'm here for the ride. Escort the ship back here. If you see any signs of hostility beyond what could be placed down to the probable langauge barrier that might exist, you have authorisation to use non-lethal force. Keep the lethal force for if they actively start attacking you. These people are probably lost and were re-enacting an ancient battle. Keep it civil as much as is possible Corporal.'

'Copy that God-Emperor.' replied the Corporal as the three boats sped up.

I'll briefly roleplay as the Naval Scouting Corporal for the duration of the talks with the Mzeusian sailors.

A cry went up from one of the men, and he pointed to the three patrol boats that were coming towards them. Mzeusians warriors gathered at the prow of the ship and could see immediately that the much smaller crafts were unlike anything they had seen before. It was unlikely that such a small force of around fifteen men had been sent as an act of aggression, but the Mzeusians had only just caught sight of the land, and they could not assume that the men approaching them had came from that land.

The captain of the ship stepped forward and began giving orders. "Slow her down. We don't want a fight if we can avoid it, but they don't look like anything to fear." As he looked at the men on the patrol boat, the differences between them and the Mzeusians grew ever more apparent. The strangers were dressed in a way that surprised the Mzeusians, and the weapons they carried, had never been seen. The Mzeusians did not even understand what the guns were. The crew became nervous as the warriors began pointing these oddities out loud. The captain turned to them. "They are men just as we are men. They are not some terrible beast that has come to destroy us and besides, our mission is clear, and Akses must be appeased.

Somewhere in northern Mzeusia:
The clang of a hammer on an anvil rang out. The rain pelted downward, and it struck the roof of the blacksmith's forge with an intensity not seen in the village for quite some time. The blacksmith's wife came out and the pair spoke to each other. Then, the man put down his hammer and held his wife's hand. She began to cry as she continued to talk, and he continued to comfort her. After a while, the blacksmith went inside the house where he found a grim-looking doctor. There was a little talk between them, and a few coins handed over. The wife meanwhile, was standing under the roof of the open-air forge, looking out onto the deserted streets beyond. She was still crying as she did so. The sound of the door closing was obscured by the rain, and the blacksmith pushed a sheet over the body of a young body who was lying in bed.

As the wife was looking out at the street, she thought now of her only remaining son. He had gone to the coast many months ago, but during his last visit home, he had said that he was going to join the crew of a warship. He had given his family some of his wages, helped his father around the forge, tried to teach his younger brother how to play Belmedon's Gamble, and then left again. His parents had prayed for him then, and as the wife thought about her only remaining son, she might have prayed for him some more if she knew where he was now.

Mzeusia wrote:

A cry went up from one of the men, and he pointed to the three patrol boats that were coming towards them. Mzeusians warriors gathered at the prow of the ship and could see immediately that the much smaller crafts were unlike anything they had seen before. It was unlikely that such a small force of around fifteen men had been sent as an act of aggression, but the Mzeusians had only just caught sight of the land, and they could not assume that the men approaching them had came from that land.

The captain of the ship stepped forward and began giving orders. "Slow her down. We don't want a fight if we can avoid it, but they don't look like anything to fear." As he looked at the men on the patrol boat, the differences between them and the Mzeusians grew ever more apparent. The strangers were dressed in a way that surprised the Mzeusians, and the weapons they carried, had never been seen. The Mzeusians did not even understand what the guns were. The crew became nervous as the warriors began pointing these oddities out loud. The captain turned to them. "They are men just as we are men. They are not some terrible beast that has come to destroy us and besides, our mission is clear, and Akses must be appeased.

Somewhere in northern Mzeusia:
The clang of a hammer on an anvil rang out. The rain pelted downward, and it struck the roof of the blacksmith's forge with an intensity not seen in the village for quite some time. The blaccksmith's wife came out and the pair spoke to each other. Then, the man put down his hammer and held his wife's hand. She began to cry as she continued to talk, and he continued to comfort her. After a while, the blacksmith went inside the house where he found a grim-looking doctor. There was a little talk between them, and a few coins handed over. The wife meanwhile, was standing under the roof of the open-air forge, looking out onto the deserted streets beyond. She was still crying as she did so. The sound of the door closing was obscured by the rain, and the blacksmith pushed a sheet over the body of a young body who was lying in bed.

As the wife was looking out at the street, she thought now of her only remaining son. He had gone to the coast many months ago, but during his last visit home, he had said that he was going to join the crew of a warship. He had given his family some of his wages, helped his father around the forge, tried to teach his younger brother how to play Belmedon's Gamble, and then left again. His parents had prayed for him then, and as the wife thought about her only remaining son, she might have prayed for him some more if she knew where he was now.

Corporal Hindsig pulled the lead patrol boat up to the wooden ship. The oars rested and he could see the soldiers in their bronze armour crowding round the prow. Hindsig commed his men to keep their weapons down. Getting over his puzzlement of their bronze armour and weapons, he put his hand out in a 'stop' motion. He called up to what he could only assume was the captain. 'You are entering Imperial Snoodian waters. We have been ordered to escort you back to Snoodum for questioning.'

He could hear his men whisper amongst themselves. This certainly wasn't something they saw every day.

Snoodum wrote:

Corporal Hindsig pulled the lead patrol boat up to the wooden ship. The oars rested and he could see the soldiers in their bronze armour crowding round the prow. Hindsig commed his men to keep their weapons down. Getting over his puzzlement of their bronze armour and weapons, he put his hand out in a 'stop' motion. He called up to what he coudl only assume was the captain. 'You are entering Imperial Snoodian waters. We have been ordered to escort you back to Snoodum for questioning.'

He could hear his men whisper amongst themselves. This certainly wasn't something they saw every day.

The language of these foreigners were not known to Mzeusian ears. The captain knew communication would not work that well, but he tried anyway. "Island," he said, pointing to the landmass they could see. He then told the crew to copy his gesture, and got them all to point towards the island. The man wracked his brains for a way to convey their intent of finding an uninhabited island, but he had no writing materials and could not draw them a picture. Instead, the man ordered that some wine, Mzeusian tea and bread be brought out. The food and drink were placed inside a crate and lowered via rope onto the patrol boat. Then, the captain pointed once more to the land.

Mzeusia wrote:

The language of these foreigners were not known to Mzeusian ears. The captain knew communication would not work that well, but he tried anyway. "Island," he said, pointing to the landmass they could see. He then told the crew to copy his gesture, and got them all to point towards the island. The man wracked his brains for a way to convey their intent of finding an uninhabited island, but he had no writing materials and could not draw them a picture. Instead, the man ordered that some wine, Mzeusian tea and bread be brought out. The food and drink were placed inside a crate and lowered via rope onto the patrol boat. Then, the captain pointed once more to the land.

Corporal Hindsig's men moved the crate of food and drink into the patrol boat. He commed God-Emperor Snudgeskooge. 'Great Divine Majesty, it appears these men want to come to shore. They've given us some food and drink. You were right about the language barrier though. They made no indication of understanding what I was saying.'

'Well done Corpporal, bring the men ashore. I'll have an appropriate room made for them to stay in. You've done a good job.

The Corporal commed his men, informing them they would be escorting the ship and her crew back to Snoodum. He then turned to the foreign commander, pointing at him then at Snoodum. He repeated the action, hoping in the universality of a nod and a smile. He ordered the patrol boats pulled away, giving the much larger vessel room to pass.

Loftegen 2 and Leonism

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