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Today finds Tubbius and Mrs. Tubbius again at Piggy Cliff Mall, trying on new clothes after the slight weight gains from yesterday's Tubbius Magic Surge that left the Portly Parents a little plumper. They have both settled on new MaTubbity gowns in pastel floral prints, a fun contrast to the eternal white snowfall now in Piggy Cliff. Tubbius will also be buying new red trousers with a matching set of suspenders. Santa must dress the part, sometimes!

Mzeusia, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2

The pottery research is progressing well. Very interesting actually.

Furabia, Your imaginary friend, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2

Pualo country

Yo Se, verdad.

Your imaginary friend and Guiness Freaks

The copper states

Pualo country wrote:Yo Se, verdad.

iHola mi princesita gallina! ¡Bienvenido a Lázaro, la tierra de los tomates y Tubbius! Aquí, nos gusta la ciencia, la historia, las bromas políticas y los lindos birbs. ¡Salta, simpático conejo!

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I am not Spanish and used Google Translate

Treadwellia, Furabia, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2

Hello everyone, I'm stuck in a 24 hour shift on the intensive Care Unit once more. Stay safe and alive out there!

Treadwellia, Margandy, Furabia, The Sigometh Dynasty, and 4 othersYour imaginary friend, Mzeusia, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2

Leonism wrote:Hello everyone, I'm stuck in a 24 hour shift on the intensive Care Unit once more. Stay safe and alive out there!

respect

Furabia, Your imaginary friend, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2

Final conclusion to Furabia's choices in The Enemy Within issue chain:

X minutes ago: Following new legislation in Furabia, nobody dares to so much as wear violet-coloured clothing in public.

Victory for The Righteous Path!

Your imaginary friend and Loftegen 2

The History of Loftegen 2

Part Four

The Passage of Years

For the next two and a half decades Empress Mara Anzjana busied herself with the minor details of ruling an empire. She set the army about mending the roads and bridges built by the Pindareans, which had suffered almost a century of neglect, and building new ones wherever it seemed needful. The army was so busy at this work for so long, that it became more a corps of engineers than a fighting force.

She standardized weights and measures, giving each unit an Imperial name and definition, but permitting and even encouraging the local use of traditional names and terms. There was some grumbling about this, but it proved so handy for trade that it quickly came into common use, though one still needed a chart to keep all the local terms straight.

She reinstituted the Public Post, the courier service that carried official messages and dispatches to and from the various parts of the Empire, and permitted her subjects to make use of it as well, for a fee. This was, of course, the precursor to our modern postal service. In those days however, literacy among the lower classes was uncommon at best, so nearly all private letters were sent by the nobility.

She remodeled Castle Altenberg, and began the construction of a large addition. Great quantities of stone were excavated in the initial phases of both projects, and local miners and stone cutters spoke of deep delvings into the heart of the Altenberg. They also reported being paid very well for their work, and spent a lot of that money building fine new houses for themselves. Thus began the transformation of Altenburg from a city of wood to a city of stone.

In 1019 CE she decreed that any man who wished for his sons to learn to read, write, and cypher could, for a certain fee per son, send them to sit with the same person who tutored the children of the lord of their village. This was received with much grumbling, but the fee was high enough that only the better off peasants could afford it, and not all of those chose to take advantage. Also, since the decree didn't require that peasant and noble children be tutored together, but only by the same person, many lords built separate schools for the low born. This new burden on the aristocracy was grudgingly accepted, and in the long run proved advantageous to them, as educated tenants made better decisions (mostly), and generated more revenue.

The twenty-fifth anniversary of Empress Mara Anzjana's ascension was celebrated in 1023 CE with wide enthusiasm. The Empire was mostly at peace, within and without, and the people were prospering. No one, not even the Empress herself, knew of the dark times that lay ahead.

Treadwellia, Furabia, Your imaginary friend, Hycronesia, and 2 othersGuiness Freaks, and Leonism

Your imaginary friend

Leonism wrote:Hello everyone, I'm stuck in a 24 hour shift on the intensive Care Unit once more. Stay safe and alive out there!

Eesh, hope you're able to catch some sleep Leonism. <3

"I gave every part of my youth, to do a job." Lady Zaharra

Your imaginary friend and Guiness Freaks

R.F. Hovarth AFB, Canton of Melindor, eastern Loftegen 2

Major Bill Tann of the 366th Medium Bombardment Wing climbed up the left-side ladder of the Viper BT.3 and into the cockpit. Across the aircraft Legat I. Klasse Johann "Hänsel" Schmeid of the Leonism Imperial Luftwaffe was doing the same. They were about to take a familiarization flight, after a week of preliminary training and simulator time.

The Viper BT.3 was a trainer version of the regular Viper B.7, the supersonic capable swing-wing aircraft that eqipped the 366th. Instead of the normal two seat side-by-side cockpit, the BT.3 had a second pair of seats with full controls behind the first. The glass nature of the controls made it possible reconfigure them as needed: you could have a pilot and weapon system operator (WSO) beside each other in each set of seats, as was usual, or you could have both pilots up front, and both 'wizzos' in back (or the other way around, if you really wanted to, but nobody ever did).

The second arrangement was the one being used today. Johann, a pilot himself, would ride shotgun, while fellow officer Legat II. Klasse Ludwig Meyer would ride in back with Captain Adela Bouchard, a WSO.

In theory the Viper BT.3 was fully combat capable, although with reduced internal fuel storage because of the larger cockpit. It also handled slightly differently than a regular Viper, but not enough to make a difference to a decent pilot. And a decent pilot Bill Tann was. Not the best by any means. Better than average, perhaps. But he hadn't been selected for this duty because of his skill as a pilot. It was because he spoke fluent German. There were a lot of people of Germanic, and indeed Leonistic, ancestry living in Loftegen 2. There was an especially high concentration in the canton of Orovalo, where he was from, and he was one of them.

Adela was of Germanic heritage on her mothers side, and spoke German as well, though hers was 'Low' German and only conversational. Or at least it had been, when they'd found out that their outfit would be hosting a pair of Leonism officers. Bill had started tutoring her immediately, and she had improved quickly. She still had a Low German accent, and struggled with technical terminology, but there was only so much you could do in two weeks.

Bill glanced at Johann, who was busy strapping himself in with the aid of a life support specialist. Someone somewhere had compared Imperial and Federation ranks and decided that LGA1 equated to 'major'. So Johann, in addition to his Imperial rank insignia, wore the Loftegen 2 equivalent. Since Ludwig was one rank below Johann, he was given captain's insignia. Bill didn't think it necessary to mention that Adela was really only a 1st Lieutenant, having been given a brevet promotion to captain literally an hour before Johann and Ludwig arrived, and long before she was technically eligible for the rank, because someone somewhere thought a junior officer teaching someone senior to her would be...awkward.

Bill also didn't call Johann Hänsel, even though Johann had invited him to (it was his nickname) and Ludwig did so all the time, because Bill thought it would feel...awkward.

Finally, Bill kept to himself the fact that, while he went by 'Bill Tann', his full legal name was Wilhelm Frederick Johannes Freiherr von und zu der Tann-Rathsamhausen, because it might be...awkward.

Cultimultural communes

The copper states wrote:iHola mi princesita gallina! ¡Bienvenido a Lázaro, la tierra de los tomates y Tubbius! Aquí, nos gusta la ciencia, la historia, las bromas políticas y los lindos birbs. ¡Salta, simpático conejo!

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I am not Spanish and used Google Translate

your chameleons are incredible and zone atmospherics eat at the table!

Your imaginary friend and Loftegen 2

Your imaginary friend

Cultimultural communes wrote:your chameleons are incredible and zone atmospherics eat at the table!

Is that what he said? O.O Gosh Copper States, we're sposta not show our crazy side to the new folks so fast!

Cultimultural communes

Cultimultural communes

Your imaginary friend wrote:Is that what he said? O.O Gosh Copper States, we're sposta not show our crazy side to the new folks so fast!

there are know knew folks

Your imaginary friend

Cultimultural communes wrote:your chameleons are incredible and zone atmospherics eat at the table!

My hovercraft is full of eels!

Your imaginary friend, Guiness Freaks, and Cultimultural communes

Your imaginary friend

Cultimultural communes wrote:there are know knew folks

Are you an old folk? :o

Btw I love how alliterate your name is!

Loftegen 2

Your imaginary friend wrote:Are you an old folk? :o

Btw I love how alliterate your name is!

Lady Zaharra is older (and more powerful) than you can possibly imagine!

Treadwellia and Your imaginary friend

Your imaginary friend

Loftegen 2 wrote:Lady Zaharra is older (and more powerful) than you can possibly imagine!

Is she older than herself?

...I'm sorry lol :P ik that's a troll question but it's the first thing that popped into my head and kind of amused me!

Ireland isles and Loftegen 2

Cultimultural communes

Saliendo de noche, los médicos nos daban píldoras. Aliento a dexedrina, como viboras muertas dentro de un barríl.

Die, heretic!

Your imaginary friend

Y'all, I'm gonna send out a telegram soon to folks who aren't in the WA yet asking them to join and yaraaghh make this region stronger! I want to make it like a cool message though that people will appreciate being able to read and make them want to do things with class... :P

Thoughts on what to make it interesting? I'm floating around the idea of including messages any of y'all would like relayed to the rest of the region like

"bro we dah best music"

"this imaginary person is awful don't listen to her dude, don't do it gah!!!!!!!!!!"

"After many years of playing I've realized that NS is impossible. Just want you to know what you're into. Peace."

etc ^-^

Treadwellia and Grossadmiral der lowe

Grossadmiral der lowe

Poems

by Grossadmiral der lowe

This is a collection of poems that I have wrote, they mostly convey my mood, and I’ll hopefully be updating it weekly.

Kingdom calling~
Softly yon wind does blow, before your thunderous volleys rip into the fro! All was lost, until you gave me hope, watching your figure glide across the rough sea, your guns ripping apart the silence which once stood so dominate. A beast of pure power, disguised as an angel of the lord....
‘Thy Kingdom done, thy will be done as earth as it is in heaven’
...like lucifer, the angel who disobeyed, you had no intentions of listening to orders, which fell on your silent ears. Power was all you need, an addiction as you wrestled with the giants of the sea, like an animal staved of food, you ravaged all...reckless...powerful...brave...beautiful

Constants~
The only constants in our lives is life and death, we are all part of the system yet we all wish to break free. The drums of war sound, growing in our ears, as we freeze in fear, shells of all calibre whiz past, some large, some small, all designed to kill. You grab my hand, and pull my down, out of dangers way, yet the sounds still haunt us, shell by shell, the walls started to cave in around us, my mind a mess of confusion and dread, as I can only look on to the barrage creeping towards us. Then it all stops; we get out, the beauty that one was, is strewn apart and gutted now. Birds stopped their songs, as the whistle of fire crackle. linger in the air. The sky was dark and grey, filled with the plooms of death, as I saw the darkness descend on your face. Your eyes so deep turned so shallow, as I saw you collapse to your feet. I held you tight, but you wouldn’t move, your body stone cold as I tried to get you to move, the life in your eyes gone...as I felt the trickle of blood run down my fingers...meine leibe...ist tot

Bells of death~
Death does ring, its bells cry out, it has no mercy with old, young all being its prey, just waiting for it to fester it’s talons into their unknowing corpses.
I remember the first time I saw you, looking so pure, the strands of your hair glistening in the sun, as your skin, smooth and soft, shinned like an angel. But now you are cold, my hands frozen to the touch, I searched for any sign of life, any sign of hope, but your heart was broken, and so shattered my thoughts...

Scattered~
I called but it feel on deaf ears, already you moved on, as I tried to fight back, fighting to keep you with me....alas...it was all for nothing, the softness I spoke, the love I gave was forgotten, as you ripped apart my heart, scattering all its pieces across all corners of this earth. My voice screamed for you, but no words came out. My throat was slit, bloody gushing out, as i squirmed on the floor, trying to stay fight it for you, but you were the one who slit it...laughing as you extinguished all the hope i ever had...

My angel~
You held me close, the warmth of your breathe as it brushed against my face, your crimson locks like rays of the most beautiful rubies, as your skin, so soft, like clouds in the morning sky...”lets go take a walk together”...your angelic voice filled my ears, as I smiled out of ecstasy, they fell so softly in this harsh world. I stood up, as your eyes met, getting lost in your dark brown ocean, as you gripped my tight, feeling your heart beat against my chest, feeling that all I wanted was for this to never end...for you to hold me forever...and forever not let go....

Blinded~
The light was gone, all warmth has evaporated, my feelings shattered as I lay, a cold shrivelled mess, on the floor. I gasped for air, for anything but nothing was there for me...my eyes had been blinded by your light like many had been before, but what did I care, you were my world...or so I thought...it all crumbled around me, the walls I climbed, the bridges I crossed, all gone by your commands...all what remained was my husk...crying out for you around the destruction you made

Taters~
You said you would be there, but that was just another lie that escaped your merciless lips, twisted by the fluttering of your eyes, the so called warmth of your smile, but it was just another act. You didn’t need me, I was only a toy for you to tease, for you to break, I waited all night and day, through the changes of the seasons but you still left me...not even a word...then you came back, your smile enticing my again, begging for me, and foolishly I was blinded, as you ripped apart any remaining love I had for you, ripping my heart clean from my chest, as you jokingly tossed it aside, as I was only your toy...you never really loved me, or were devoted the way I was to you, the sleepless nights I had, worried about you, my health in tatters for...a smile...

Overloaded~
I walk across the green fields, blanketed in patches of flowers and other flora; my hand brushing past them as they sway in the gentle crisp breeze, as you laid in the warm sun, letting it bathe you, as I laid down next to you, smiling from side to side as I say your beauty once more, more beautiful than anything Mother Nature could conjure and more...you smiled at me as my heart overloaded with your love as my hand brushes your soft cheek, feeling you warm embrace as your lips locked to mine...you tasted so good, as we kissed for eternity, nothing could take me away from you...for I would fight the entire universe just to lay next to you...

Pain~
I hug the naked ground, my limbs curled up into a ball as the coldness of your heart ices me, like daggers it claws into my flesh, slicing, stabbing, gouging as I lay there defenceless. My eyes leaked, my tears streaming down my face as my throat choked, tightening as I felt your fingers slide across it, your nails digging in as all you do is grin and chuckle. I try to hide my pain, but you hunger for it, no matter what I do, you find it. My brain was my only escape yet you control it, building up your walls as you crash down mine, throwing my body to the ground, leaving me to die under the rubble....

Imagination~
Your talons plucked out my heart, smiling as you handed it back to me, as I pulled you close, our lips embracing, my hands running along your soft skin, feeling your silky hair, as you faded away...you were just my imagination...

Worthwhile~
Dark sky, my heart slowly beating as I laid down my head against the cold night ground, my body in pain, ripped to shreds as I tried to find you. Scaling anything that came in front of me, beating anyone who stood in me way, I would kill everyone in this universe to stand next to you. My heart hungers for your love, your soft skin against mine...all I need is just one touch, just to stroke your cheek, and life would all be worthwhile...

Cold doth claim~
Like daggers the cold doth stab, flesh exposed mauled like a tame cat turned savage, the cold kissing your lips as your breathe begins to silence, your heart slows until your chest moves no more, and the cold claims it’s prize.

You as nature~
Silk was the grass, politely resting upon your soft skin, your figure the only art I need, sculptures has no stance compared to you. Your hair a thick brown forest swaying gently with the breeze, your eyes soft and warm, your jaw rugged like the Himalayas, making my heart skip just thinking about you

Read factbook

Not an Imgryu post, but it is 2 more poems (the bottom 2)

And my schedule is as followed
1:Epic poem
2:Imgryu post
3:Bytazia post
4:more smaller poems
5:a song

Your imaginary friend

Grossadmiral der lowe

Your imaginary friend wrote:"bro we dah best music"

"this imaginary person is awful don't listen to her dude, don't do it gah!!!!!!!!!!"
^ should be on the WfE
"*shudders after Reading lowes poems and rp posts*”

Cultimultural communes wrote:Saliendo de noche, los médicos nos daban píldoras. Aliento a dexedrina, como viboras muertas dentro de un barríl.

There's a Spaniard giving us some trouble.

You give 'him' some trouble.

BREAKING NEWS

Sad news comes from Sulfux today as we learn that the leader of the Imperial Empire, Emperor Pavoc I has been shot in a assassination attempt. He was visiting the WA Meeting Center when he was shot, and he has been transferred to the Imperial Hospital House with 7 shots in his stomach. Even though he was shot 7 times he survived but will have a limp and use a cane for the rest of his life. The Emperor is said to make a speech when he is out of the hospital.

Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, and Loftegen 2

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