Perchan's national tongues are "Barschii" German, City folk speak Austrian High German (referred to simply as Barschii), while people of the Hinterland speak the Bavarian variety (Vulgar Barschii) and "Persicano" Italian (most similar to the Friulian dialect). Barschii is spoken within the Imperial City of Perchan and St. Maartin Gertrude's, while Vulgar Barschii is spoken further west in Krystallfurt. Persicano is found mostly is Cristallo di Persicania and within some Zones of the Imperial City.
Other than the native tongues of Perchan, English is also learned as a second or third language in primary school, and as an elective in further education.
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.
Is there a verse about a mystical, rotund, elderly gentleman who gives out toys once a year? :o
Snoodum and Loftegen 2
I decided to vote for the WA proposal currently at vote, since Tubbius doesn't seem to have a problem with it. It should have been obvious really, as I doubt that he'd want food to not be eaten...
While this is true, His Immensity, being Delegate of Lazarus, feels compelled to vote the way that the majority of the crowd goes.
That said, though, His Rotundity is currently thinking of a sub sandwich from the local Tubb's Subs. . . .
Kappan, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
Beer leader is constantly impressed by the creativity and depth the players of these nations go through to create their stories and he gives a hearty clap and yells "magnificent" at the top of his lungs into the RMB until he decides to drink another beer. "Eh language? Who the f needs to hear what anyone else has to say?" He mumbles to no one in particular.
Sentry guns, nukes, or stupid democrats facilitating law breaking...I can't remember how that turned out.
Altenburg Independent News
A Leonism soldier, a member of the Raumwawaffe and part of the NLO, whose name was not revealed by the Empire, and whose body was not claimed, was laid to rest in Altenburg National Cemetery today. By all accounts, he acquitted himself well. The aluminum coffin was attended by a full honor party as it was lowered into the earth. Lady Zaharra, to whom "going home" is very important, cast the first earth on his grave and said, "Let him sleep here in peace, until the last trump sounds."
The gravestone, near to the tomb of our own unknowns, reads, "Here, in honored glory rests, a Leonist soldier, known only to God."
Lady Zaharra is accounted to have wept, as the grave was fillied...
Congratulations to Snoodum for winning the art contest! :) We decided to use your picture as the regional flag for a few days! Thank you to everyone who participated for adding to the fun and especially to Leonism for making it all happen!
Here's the dispatch for the next LazART competition!
Feel free to include a title and/or short description with your submission if you'd like. :)
if you cover one half of the face, you see a happy or sad person
A Seeing Door by The Illusian Empire
supposed to represent the uncertainty of modern life
Canned Love Free with Purchase from The Supermarket Series by Devil Heart
a digitally altered photograph of stickers on a supermarket floor
the text on the image is in fact 'Canned Love Free with Purchase'
From the Ashes by Denado
an absolute masterwork of modern Dinaden neo-gothic impressabstractist gospellism
Our Path Is On All Walls by Your Imaginary Friend
Check out last month's LazART event!
P.S. I was gonna make the prompt "a human face" just to mess with Kappan (cuz we should face our inabilities and overcome them!) but then I tried to draw a face and decided... maybe not this time. =P
Sneyland, look's like we're here permanently. The Republic of Balder has refused to grant me my citizenship back..... we've been banished. That dirty owl foooooooo is as corrupt as a greasy moose.
Bring out the boxes. Ima set up the house.
I just want to say thank you to everyone who helped make this a reality and to the other competitors. I loved looking at all your different interpretations of Penelope! It's an honour to win and thank you to everyone who voted!
Such high levels of community support and engagement is why I love Lazarus!