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O.o
Open RP?
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
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 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.
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!
✔️ = 💚
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, 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!"
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, and Loftegen 2
Post self-deleted by Adelsin.
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.
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
Paint for me.
Treadwellia and Loftegen 2
everything is getting better.
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, Americastrailia, and Loftegen 2
*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
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, and Loftegen 2
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.
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 and Leonism
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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