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good idea
i'm not good at it
OOC: Neither was I. Nobody is good at anything at first. Just find what you like and tweek it enough so it's not a carbon copy while still being happy with the results. Take inspiration from other things you like and mix them together to see what fits and what doesn't. Don't be afraid to ask for opinions, either. I suggest signing up on the Discord and spit-balling ideas in our designated RP channel. You'll get feedback on your ideas, including suggestions and criticism that can nudge you in the right direction.
Zhongwangguo and Sela Seebers
The first of the Umbrĉ representatives to arrive were of course government officials. Palatine Honoriĉ wanted to be the first to enter the fair along with retinue, mostly servants and Palatial Guards but a few governors from the provinces had tagged along -- specifically those who were on good terms with her. Military officials and nobles arrived simultaneously after that, followed by a few celebrities, clergywomen, business people, and a few scientists. Given the VIP nature of the event's opening day it could only be assumed that everyone who did arrive - minus the journalists who had showed up before any of the guests - had some sort of stake in politics, though how much influence each person had exactly was up for debate. As should've been expected the majority of the Umbrĉ guests were female and all were Drow, with no sign of any representatives of the Palatinate's human minority.
The Umbrĉ were appreciative of other peoples' cultures and so most often the majority of them hung around the appropriate stations that displayed Veradacian artistic works, though the others of course received attention as well. The Church of Transcendental Hatred, however, was given a wide berth. It seemed that word from the display workers had spread to the upper echelons before their arrival. Very few dared go near it and on occasion a military official or noblewoman might give off a glare in it's direction though that was generally the extent of their disgust. The Acolytes received similar treatment though not nearly to the same degree. Of all the figures who did happen to approach the Haters' stand, Honoriĉ seemed to be the only major one. She smiled and nodded as she asked questions - just as she did to every booth she visited, and she made sure to visit all of them - and her demeanor never changed even as she left the Haters'. She was a good actress, able to hide her seething disgust for the Haters and their blasphemous church under a ruse of politeness and civility. She'd gotten this far without losing her cool in front of foreign delegates and she wasn't about to now.
The black-skinned, white-haired, red-eyed Umbrĉ stood as a stark contrast to their pale Eldian counterparts. While most of them had lingered around the artsy displays to see the paintings and clothing and the like, there was clear preference for each group that had arrived. Honoriĉ and her entourage mostly huddled around wherever their Veradacian counterparts were idling. The business folk seemed more interesting in the technology and media-centric displays. Military officials and scientists also hung out at the technology booths with the military officials also looking at history sections alongside the noblewomen. Celebrities, for the most part, seemed to hang out wherever the cameras were. Not entirely unexpected. The religious leaders, meanwhile, found solace at Alynite's station and were deeply interested in learning more about these foreign gods. The Umbrĉ had always served their goddesses righteously, but they also paid respect to the pantheons of foreign cultures as well. It was the Haters they more or less had a problem with but the Vidita had ensured the Palatine that none of the church's representatives would stir up anything. As the day dragged on some of the military officials had huddled with some of the church officials as the two groups eyed the Haters' suspiciously. At one point one of the lower-ranking officers feigned interest in the Hater Church and visited the station to investigate it more before returning to her superiors and the clergywomen. Whatever their discussions, they were kept quietly and to themselves.
Honoriĉ looked on with disapproval and disappointment. She knew exactly what they were doing and why. It was rude to gossip behind your hosts' backs. She reminded herself to chastise them about their behavior later.
The Middle Kingdom agrees to the exchange of diplomatic missions between the Middle Kingdom and Caryton.
The Imperial Foreign Ministry has been tasked with examining the possible positive and negative effects of accepting a free trade agreement with Caryton. The Foreign Ministry will also prepare to accept, decline or request modifications be made to, a possible free trade agreement with Caryton based on the recommendations of the resulting green paper.
While generally in favour of increased trade with other countries, the Middle Kingdom is increasingly finding itself in the precarious and unenviable position of making a decision at the crossroads of modern history: whether to commit to the ideals of free trade and free enterprise or to gradually open up its trade and economy to international competition. Only time and intense self-reflection through the lens of existing national characteristics and philosophies will tell.
Lenspheria and Spiritual Republic of Caryton
Hi
Greetings dictators from all over the region!
Emperor Vlad Branigan here saying hi and being thankfull with all of you. The Majestic Empire of Branigan has become recently an autocracy (as always it should have been) for better, as we all of us know the only way for a land to grow and become the best of itself it's by be ruled by just one man (of course it can happen also with a family). Anyway, thank you for let Branigan became a proud nation member of The Alliance of Dictators.
I want to let you know that Branigan will be pleased of helping if you need something and of course, everyone is invited to send us a friendly telegram maybe for just saying hi.
Emperor Vlad saying goodbye and take care!
Vistulange and Rubrum civitas
Greetings, comrades of The Alliance of Dictators!
Will your mighty region accept a humble, yet rising, dictatorship of the proletariat?
We wish to seek out new allies and form iron bonds to last the test of time!
Sincerely,
Rubrum Civitas Office of Foreign Affairs
OOC: Welcome to the region! I hope you enjoy your stay here, and we look forward to learning more about your nations and roleplaying with you. If you can, I strongly recommend that you join the region's Discord channel, linked in the World Factbook Entry up there, as pretty much all of the out-of-character interactions occur there. We also help members of our community brainstorm and spitball ideas within the Discord.
I hope you enjoy your stay, and I'm certainly looking forward to roleplaying with you. Welcome!
OOC: For future reference, please separate IC and OOC statements by labeling all Out-Of-Character posts with "OOC:" the beginning. As we are essentially a roleplay region, the RMB is primarily used for roleplaying. Within RP we do not refer to ourselves as "The Alliance of Dictators" since that would be really weird since there is no "alliance" and many of us aren't dictatorships.
If you wish to refer to the RP world in general, the unofficial-yet-most-commonly-used name for our little planet is the rather boring and unoriginal "Terra".
Mixed Company
The Hater Priest in charge of the display turned out to be a very polite and well mannered one, who saw right through Honoriĉ's faux civility. Though this was a bit of a test on even his skills of emotional control, not wishing to do anything to further offend the foreign monarch. Though in terms of weathering the rest of the glares and whatnot, he was doing admirably, he was a haterafter all.
The Acolyte Librarian was quiet, respectful, understanding, and well mannered, the Acolytes were far less aggressively misotheistic than the Haters and it showed, they were able to freely coexist with almost any religion. He was handing out pamphlets regarding the Imery Temple's Library, giving options for the inquisitive to look further into Veradacian history and literature.
The representative from the various businesses that were interested in the exchange were fairly spread out, and seemed to actively seek out their foreign counterparts, mostly to gauge interest and what the Umbraen market was like. Several representatives from publishing companies were rather aggressively sniffing out leads in as polite a way as they could get away with. The scientists, on the other hand, tended to clump up and mixed about as well with the politicians and business representatives as oil and water. The more well known were Imari Institute, but there were several lesser known scientists mostly from government postings, chief among them Dr. Zxerque and the Kravas twins. The three tended to stick together with a few others, their exploits not well known due to the nature of their work, but their skill was still on record.
Meanwhile at the Alynite display, two Priests were busy interacting with the drow. One was a Priestess of Alyna, the other a Priest of Azahar. The Priest of Azahar was a mute and communicated by sign using an interpreter. Among their displays was a small sculpture of the God Thipiar, the four armed god commanding the sea with a flick of his wrist, crescent moon held in one of the upper hands. Another was an ancient scroll charting the ancestry of the royal family all the way back to the days of the Eldian Empire, with direct blood relation to the Eldian Imperial Dynasty. The Azaharan Priest pointed out that the current King and Crown Prince were expected to be in attendance, should any drow wish to meet members of the royal family.
Honoriĉ would be pleasantly surprised with a run in with Deputy Prime Minister Sonre, "Well, everything is going well so far. Our various religious officials have yet to kill each other, anyway." she stated off handedly. "I am Zealli Sonre, Deputy Prime Minister of this nation, I assume you are Palatine Honoriĉ of Umbraen?"
OOC: Changed some titles, sorry, updating things soon.
Post self-deleted by Sela Seebers.
A Soothing Slumber (1 of ?)
Zhongwangguo
Veradax
The greater antipodes
Artarum
Immortal kriegizstan
Vespergale
Collectivist germania
Lenspheria
Westbeech
Saeloun hanguk
among many others
Radio enthusiasts, truckers, sleepless children, the religiously devout, and even diplomatic offices across the world picked up a rare signal from Southeast Aurelia in oddly clear reception. Most of the people had found the channel on accident, but on this cool and cloudy night it became viral. Upon more direct triangulation, it seemed to originate around the small rural apple orchard town of Cherubim, in the quiet country of the Spiritual Republic of Caryton. How some rural farmer got high-definition long range radio technology was debatable, but as the warbling frequencies subsided, a beautiful introduction began to play.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uzpRzThpog
As crickets chirped, the swooning baritone somehow calmed many. They just don't make hymns like they used to-- well, unless you live in Caryton. Still, this was a nation few have even heard of and diplomats looked at only in passing so this had to be interesting. A calming male began to speak, sounding even more hypnotic in the fuzzy 80s-era audio software. The following ambient music played softly and lullingly:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDWo4gqAxKA
"Good evening, dearly beloved. This is Greg Todds, along with audio contributions from our resident organist, Bill Stan. Boy, this is a beautiful cloudy night over our hometown and this dark overcast reminds me that it's such a privilege to see all the stars in the sky as the day passes us by. Now, it's time for us to lay down our head and allow our busy days to go to bed. It's 11:00 PM, Carytonic Central Time and I reckon it don't get much quieter than this, friends. Let us take a moment to express our solemn gratitude to the Lord for giving us life and love.
Today, we'll discuss the fundamental principles of home and how it relates to the Gospel Church of Caryton's foundational beliefs. I ask of thee, what is home? Is it your grandma's nostalgic house amidst the butterfly-sprinkled wildflower fields of your youth? Is it your new friends, your work life? Is it grander-- your motherland, Terra? Home can be all of those things so long as you love it with all of your heart. The principle applies to Jesus Christ, for he said "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." in Matthew 25:40.
Friends, home is not a single solid idea but a blanket of warmth. For most of us in Caryton, that is the reason we moved to the farmlands after our foundation. A simple life of servitude and strong community bonds between loving families. Though, home can be many other things so long as we express it with all our minds and treat those in our vicinity the same way we would treat home itself.
As you rest in preparation for a beautiful morning, take into account the following scenario: You've moved into a hectic city in a foreign country for a job opportunity. You easily become wealthy and establish yourself amidst your own colleagues. Why, you've cut many ties to chase your own ambitions. Your family, friends, and mentors. It is in this new community that ye are led astray by the busy life. You're paid six figures, but where is the love? You would soon come to realize through sorting through your old boxes and finding a family portrait with relatives long gone that success is not measured upon how much you are paid or how much you trample over others. It is measured by means of the impact you have on others and their reciprocal impact on you. If you were presented with the choice to keep your wealth but live a life of solitude-- or return to the site of your childhood and the spirits of those regarded as family, what would you choose?
In the Parable of the Two Sons, the man who got the inheritance and traveled to far off lands with luxuries indescribable was not happy until he returned to the arms of his father and repented. This teaches us that despite challenges and differences, home is home and if we move, it should be with the intention to do goodly things.
Friends, we were presented with a time where we had no home. Surely you remember the old government and its wicked persecutions of us. Why, it was dystopian and anyone remotely faithful was held in slavery. The government put us up in crowded tenements that we did not want to be. The water was full of plastic and lead, and life was miserable. We did not get the comforts of home nor the blissful ignorance of worldly sinful items to buy us off. It was pure in its sadness.
Those of you who are at least adolescent surely know the works of Cary the Golden Retriever, then. The miracles she performed in Jesus' name, from healing the blind to providing visions to widows and widowers to saving an orphan from torture and death by smiting the secret police with burning flames. Yet, she let herself be captured. When tested, of course she only chose Christian symbols. That is the basic version of our Prophet's upbringing.
Recall, if you will, a lost family pet. The joy it brought you, the love it had for you. For some, the lengths it would go to protect you and cheer you up. That is representative of home, which is a part of us. Home is our souls and experiences. Home is Cary, Jesus, and God himself. It is the very worldview of the universe through the camera lens of your eyes. Cary saved us, and gave us the willpower to end that regime. Now, we've vacated virtually all the cities and among lush grain fields and cool and clear rivers, we've built home. It's simple and doesn't amount to much when compared with the jewels of abroad, but we do not want what we do not need for we know that life is worthwhile if it's those we love-- in the spirit of those we love.
This is the Year of our Lord. This is God's world, and all of its creatures are innately made that they should desire belonging. If you are not of the flock of Jesus Christ, whose flock are you of? If you do not have Cary as a messenger and companion, who then will raise your spirits? Let us take a moment to pray and express gratitude yet again for the things which we are given and this period of stability and quietness in the night hours. . .
. . . Friends, as you drift slowly to sleep, let us recall in idyllic glory the meaning of home, and let it strengthen our spirits as we prepare for another day of life. I'm afraid our broadcast time has come to a close, but until then... may God richly bless you."
The following goodnight sequence played:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdvQrW6iDs4
At the end of the sequence, some were left teary eyed and spiritually sound, others were left curious, others blank, and many more asleep in peace. This was no video livestream or phone video. It reflected the simplicity of Caryton-- an undiscovered nation. The host, in an attempt to broadcast "the good word" to the others in his charmingly calming demeanor, had unintentionally brought the Ecclesiastical Meritocracy to the forefront of politics again-- even if for a short time spanning a mere thirty minutes.
The radio transmission was received by the small numbers of people who still use the radio on their homes and those who used old-generation vehicles. Among them was the President of Saeloun Hanguk. While indeed the radio transmission was not listed on the allowed-to-run list of entertainment programs, the President will have to let this one slide due to the nation currently still infested from the so-called "undead virus" outbreak in Pyeongyang and its neighboring districts.
Northern Equestria, Windigo Coast, Frostskader Bukt
Colonel Nordvind looked out over the arctic seas as the biting winds whipped past him, eliciting no reaction from the stallion. Casting his gaze to the shoreside, his thoughts turning to how quickly his fort had become the centre of a growing town. He had assumed that the only ponies hed find up here would be those under his command but soon after the base had been established his scouts had discovered a band of self-proclaimed foragers, mostly Earth Ponies whod fled north along with their families after being overheard complaining about the Imperatrix and her racial policies. The groups had parted on amicable terms and later the families were found to have moved up to the walls of his base. More would join them over the months until twelve hundred extra souls called his arctic base home. How desperate must these ponies be that they would actively move to a frozen wasteland?
His thoughts distracted him so much that he barely noticed the crunching snow as his second came up on his right. Its a lovely view isnt it, Colonel? He lazily looked over at the Pegasus mare, her blond mane poking out from under her cap as her white coat melded with her uniform. Picturesque. How are they, Snowfall? He asked tersely. Very good, Sir. Of the eight hundred who were within parameters, half have passed assessments and are being trained. The sergeants estimate well have a company of Whiteshields by years end. She replied as Nordvind grunted. Its a start I suppose.
Westbeechian officials, within the first ten minutes of the broadcast, were already sending reports to Maxene. Maxene met with Elita upon the end of the broadcast. As they met, people in the streets were already throwing their own radios out. The military were going around and offering to collect the radios of citizens. There were also a few empty houses where the radio still whirred, the inhabitants having been swiftly taken away, never to be seen again. "Elita, this was a threat to national security. We cannot allow this to continue to broadcast."
"Fair enough Maxene. We will send a diploma-"
"Forget the diplomats! Send me and a squad of guard. Send the special forces if you have to. We must silence this radio."
"Maxene, we mustn't move towards warfare. We need to deal with this diplomatically. Because you offered, you will be sent to the national government of Caryton in order to discuss these matters. Such zealous messages cannot be silenced easily, but a limitation upon their ability to reach us is possibly feasible. Now go."
As Elita said, Maxene immediately attempted contact with Caryton in order to reach an agreement on the matter.
Grossschwaben, Spiritual Republic of Caryton, and Zhongwangguo
Post self-deleted by Immortal kriegizstan.
There had been no official response by the Kriegizstani government or any private citizens, organizations, or corporations since the transmission first attempted to reach Kriegizstan. In private, however, Roofer Industries had sent a private offer of business with the government of the Spiritual Republic of Caryton claiming it had been contracted by the government to "open the Kriegizstani market to trade with Caryton". They had even sent a "good will gesture" in the form of a large cargoship they claimed had goods the people of Caryton would be interested in.
The sinister nature of the delivery was unknown to it was far too late. As the cargoship drifted into the harbor of Rainfall City, dock workers would quickly discover that the ship was entirely automated with no living crew present whatsoever. For 10 minutes the ship sat silently in the port before the "good will gesture" had been unleashed in the form of an enormous explosion that engulfed miles of the dockyards killing and injuring many dock workers and others while damaging large portions of the docks themselves and anchored ships there. In the midst of the chaos it was quite clear that this was no accident, the entire cargoship carrying the explosive having been completely vaporized in the explosion. Kriegizstan had made it's position on Caryton's invasive radio broadcasts quite clear and it seemed the mighty Autocrat feared no possible retaliation the Christian country could offer.
Sorrow to be Found
Sirens wailed outside of the docks of Rainfall City, with a solid 600 dead and almost triple that injured. Hospitals across the entire metropolitan area-- down to urgent care clinics from nearby rural bordwalk towns of only 300-- were fully staffed. Within an hour of this atrocity, the Spiritual Republic of Caryton declared a state of 'regional emergency' in the Eastern Gospel Authority. The nearby naval base or strategic rocket command site wasn't even targeted, leading the leaders of Caryton to believe that this was an intentional strike on civilians. While millions mourned and gathered in chapels to pray, it didn't take long for Carytonic intelligence to determine Kriegizstan to be the entity that bombed them.
Immediately, the defense minister-- Rev. John F. Stanton-- addressed the people as such in the Central Cathedral of the Gospel Church of Caryton in Georgine:
"My fellow Carytonic-- and God-fearing people across the world. Today is the day of an unprecedented and pre-meditated attack on one of our largest port cities. This attack was unprovoked and unforeseen by any of me and my colleagues. The rogue nation of Kriegizstan will not get away with what it has done to our people. Let it be known that in due time, they will pay their dues. The whole of the Ordained Combined Forces will be ready for any mission-- be it at home or thousands of miles away.
I call upon the whole of the world to introduce sanctions onto this evil nation, and to join in solidarity-- in the name of intolerance of any unprovoked terrorist attack. They must be isolated and starved out until they repent and pay us back, Cary Credit by Cary Credit-- even to the thousandths of a cent. Young men and sturdy-built women, I call upon you to enlist in our fine armed forces. I call upon the scientists of the nation to catch up, and I call upon the Gospel Church of Caryton to direct us all to a brighter future.
And it shall pass that nothing this grave will ever happen again-- not without total war."
On this day, hundreds of thousands of the youth have enlisted in the OCFSRC. The nation's veterans have been called to either enlist in the Home Force of Martyrs (civil defense) or the Armed Forces itself as mentors and trainers. For the rest of the day, ports will be put under greater security. A system of ship registration will ensure only approved and legitimate vessels ever make it to the shores for the rest of Caryton's existence. This will also stamp out the remnants of the drug trade in Southeastern Aurelia.
An Unlikely Truce
Deep within the mountains of the northern regions of the non-denominational authority, black-clad guerrillas bearing orange armbands were summoned in a cave-turned-FOB. The soldiers had everything from javelins to snipers slung to their backs, a regional lieutenant in a yellow vest and face-covering mumbling to his ensigns to get everyone's attention. The lieutenant raised a VHS tape simply titled "To the MCC"
Once it was inserted into the TV, the same defense minister from before, sitting in a much more discreet location, began to address the Militant Church of Cary. Kept short and sweet to appease the seperatist terrorists, it offered temporary amnesty from anti-terror warfare in exchange for their conscription in a series of revenge plots against Kriegizstan. The ideas and blueprints ranged from plain clothes murders to uniformed insurrections.
The field lieutenant folded his hands, an evil spark igniting in his eyes.
The government of Caryton would have no idea about the radio since it was run by a rural civilian in an earnest attempt to spread the message of God. Rather than it being any propaganda, the radio broadcast show was merely a signal generally sent around the world as part of an outreach program.
Thus, when the Spiritual Republic of Caryton received such a hasty call, the foreign affairs minister broke down in laughter. They were told-- in polite terms-- to jam the signal coming into the country because they protected the rights of their citizens to free press.
An Excerpt From the Karteratan Bureau of Communication:
His Royal Highness, Markus the Black Prince was ordained as King Karter XVI of Karteratan following the abdication of his father. This marks the end of the longest reign in Karterstani history and continues the 500 year tradition of the peaceful transfer of power. At 00:00 his Highness received the nuclear codes and accepted the alliegence of the Karterstani High Command. The Lord's Temporal eagerly await the coronation of the young king and the ceremonial executions and bestowed titles which will accompany it.
Citizens are reminded that all applicable libel laws regarding the Emiritus remain in effect.
Freedom by His pleasure, equality by His grace
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"And we are positive that broadcast came from southern Aurelia? We got the right frequency and location?"
, the Imperial Chancellor, Volker Waldemar Rüdiger von Höllbronn asked, his brows furrowed in doubt as he looked at the SSZ report before him.
"Absolutely Chancellor! My people do their work well and when they say it came from that location then it came from that location."
, the Crown Prince feigned indignation at the Chancellor's implication of faulty work on behalf of his underlings, both of them knowing full well that neither really meant it that way. Both merely felt like something had to be said so the silence that was bearing down on them didn't become too much for any of them. Shooting occasional glances at the Grand Duke, who remained in his bed, his breathing raspy and his eyes empty, looking at something neither of them could see, the both of them decided that trying to fake some conversation just for the sake of conversation did not work out that well either and elected to stay silent from that point onwards and wait for Ottwald's judgement.
Neither of them noticed when the Grand Duke finally said something. No, instead it was the blind butler, Johannherr Benzfrau, who noticed and bent down, dabbing some specks of sweat off the Grand Duke's forehead with a small cotton ball as he asked:
"What was that, your majesty?"
The Grand Duke grunted in annoyance, his eyes suddenly being filled with life and malice once more as he glared angrily at the blind butler who remained entirely oblivious to the evil look his sovereign gave him. The Grand Duke cleared his throat before repeating, this time a bit louder:
"The audacity...I tell you...the audacity! To try and invoke the image of my family, of my father, of my wife! To try and sweettalk it! The gall these moronic idiots have to not only ruin my day but also to try and spread this religious filth here again! After everything we've had to endure from these folks, they come right back at us with even more of it!"
The Crown Prince and the Imperial Chancellor exchanged a slightly confused gaze before the Crown Prince carefully said:
"Uhm...yes? You said the same thing 15 minutes ago. We are actually waiting for your definitive o-"
A venomous glare from the Grand Duke made the young man shut up immediately and retreat into his chair.
"Are you implying that I am getting senile you little twit? Are you implying that I am sharing my mind with that fellow called Alzheimer? Well let me tell you something, I haven't forgotten jack-s###! I am reiterating because this needs to be reiterated as often as is necessary to get it into your thick skulls!
Now, I assume Operation "Satansschlager" is ready?"
Both of them nodded hastily, making the Grand Duke grunt in contentment.
"Good. Execution around just the same time as that nauseating broadcast came over. I want them to have some wonderful dreams over there...if they'll be having any at all."
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At exactly 11:00 PM Carytonic Central Time Greg Todds' radio frequency was rudely intruded upon by a stronger signal, sent from all the way over in eastern Otenia, specifically from Greater Swabia. It also didn't carry a direct message like Greg's original broadcast, no voice, neither soothing nor demanding telling its listeners anything.
Instead they harshly broadcasted a mix of Black Metal, Death Metal and catchy Swabian Pop Songs composed by the niche Swabian Pop and Folk composer, musician and singer Willibert Seide. The latter, despite their light-hearted sound, actually had extremely morbid lyrics, Willibert having been in prison up till a dozen years ago for various crimes such as multiple murders, cannibalism, heresy, assault, kidnapping, depravity and so on untill Ottwald had freed him in the general amnesty.
They broadcasted for exactly half an hour, just like Greg's message, before going silent again. The Swabians had sent their piece.
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