Strange woman lying in pond distributing swords (Governor): The Lady of The Lake-
WA Delegate (non-executive): The Tsardom of Pravoslavi (elected )
Founder: The Lady of The Lake-
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Embassies: Christmas, 10000 Islands, Thegye, Caer Sidi, and Britannia.
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Regional Power: Moderate
Palatine contains 109 nations, the 269th most in the world.
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Today's World Census Report
The Most Average in Palatine
World Census staff took time out to pay tribute to those most overlooked of nations: the determinedly average.
As a region, Palatine is ranked 16,693rd in the world for Most Average.
Nation | WA Category | Motto | ||
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1. | The Lady of The Lake- | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Si deus nobiscum quis contra nos” | |
2. | The Republic of Aggressor-class Star Destroyer | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Hummanty is at risk we must FIGHT” | |
3. | The Free Land of Water Park | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Hummanty is at risk we must FIGHT” | |
4. | The State and Commune of The City of Meierburg | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Liberté et Fraternité” | |
5. | The Armed Republic of 8th Legion of Mlokisan Army | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Peace for almighty.” | |
6. | The Experienced Man of Spying Agent of Mlociniakik | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “My life is for Mlociniakik!” | |
7. | The United Timoris Kingdoms of Janissary | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Fisā u maḥnadda.” | |
8. | The Kingdom of Finola | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Pro Fide, Rege et Lege” | |
9. | The Armed Republic of 5th Legion of Mlokisan Army | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Peace for almighty.” | |
10. | The Republic of Basuralandia | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Strength Through Freedom” |
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Regional Happenings
- : Celestial mandate of xia ceased to exist.
- : Big back12121212 ceased to exist.
- : The uncontrolled tribes ceased to exist.
- : The Sultanate of Nation of aceh departed this region for Commonwealth of Democratic States.
- : Mapledale ceased to exist.
- : The Kingdom of Girathwood departed this region for Commonwealth of Democratic States.
- : Hellenas ceased to exist.
- : Rohany ceased to exist.
- : The Most Serene Republic of Porustania departed this region for THE W0RLD.
- : Peaceeeee ceased to exist.
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Exiting a forest in the North of Weser Amatland, the convoy froze at the sight of death and destruction. They could see the village they were heading to burning in the distance, a thick cloud of smoke as dark as charcoal hovered over the ruins.
There was silence, none dared to speak, no screams could be heard, not even the sound of steel and men killing and looting. Suddenly, one of the guards escorting the convoy was struck by an arrow to the neck, killing him instantly. Another guard was hit and fell to the ground. Before anyone could react arrows were falling upon them from the woods they had just left. The captain leading the convoy realized too late that they had been followed. AS quickly as it started, the rain of arrows ended and men came rushing out of the woods, slicing through anyone still standing until only remained a few peasants, the captain and three of his men. Having surrendered to the attacker, they were granted mercy and captured.
The captain, outraged by the massacre of innocents and the destruction of a village faced the attackers wanting them to give their identity, his question however, was answered when he saw more men exiting the woods, carrying with them a dark banner bearing a white cross and an eagle.
Soon the men left, bringing with them their prisoners and leaving the bodies behind after having looted their belongings. The village still burning in the horizon.
A mysterious letter finds its way to every leader in Palatine. It reads:
You try to contain it, but your efforts are futile. Soon, there will be nothing left but the faithful, and the land shall be pure again
There is no signature or any sign of who it came from.
Listen not to these lunatics, instead imprison them and cut their tongues so that they speak no lies
When the letter initially reached King Adrian, he dismissed it skeptically. He had received various such letters in the past, filled with empty threats and ominous prophecies that never came to fruition.
However, a few days later, a man on horseback, appearing petrified and disheveled, arrived at the gates of Derfin. He was a Mlocikian soldier from Amatland, and he requested an audience with King Adrian. Unfortunately, Adrian was out on a town inspection at the time. Desperate, the soldier, a knight, wrote a letter to Adrian. His hands trembled as he detailed the harrowing events he had witnessed:
"My Liege,
As we traveled near the cave systems, we stumbled upon a military encampment. The scene was horrifying; everyone lay dead, their bodies riddled with vomit and other bodily fluids. Some had even attempted to saw off their own limbs in their agony. After investigating, we returned to our camp, where we too fell ill. Our skin turned a sickly blue, and many succumbed to the disease. I escaped the quarantine, determined to warn you. I have traveled in pain and starvation to bring you this message.
Your loyal knight."
The knight handed the letter to the guard before collapsing from exhaustion and disease. The guard, taken aback by the knight's ghastly appearance and the urgency of his message, rushed to deliver the letter to King Adrian. The gravity of the situation was becoming undeniable.
King Adrian read the letter with growing concern. The accounts of the knight's experiences, coupled with the eerie missive received days earlier, painted a picture of a looming catastrophe. The once-dismissed threats now seemed far too real. The disease, Cavern’s Grip, was no mere figment of imagination but a deadly plague that had the potential to spread like wildfire through the realm.
Realizing the dire implications, Adrian ordered immediate containment measures. Camps and towns near the caverns were to be isolated, and anyone showing signs of illness was to be quarantined. Additionally, the king sent urgent missives to other leaders in Palatine, warning them of the potential outbreak and urging them to take similar precautions.
A journal entry from our leader:
I don’t know why I write these words. No one will read them. No one should. But perhaps this ink and paper can hold what my weary soul can no longer bear alone.
The night was heavy again. Sleep, when it comes, is a cruel gift—brief and filled with echoes of screams I can never forget. I saw their faces, my family’s, etched in terror and agony. I reach for them in the dark, and they slip away like smoke. The intruders' shadows loom larger, and I wake with my fists clenched, breath ragged. Nothing changes. The memory remains a festering wound, never healing, never silenced. I am their last witness, and yet I failed them.
I thought salvation found me once. He pulled me from the ashes, this man who promised hope when all I had left was rage. He taught me to feel again, to love, to trust. And when he cast me aside, when he left me bleeding in the dust, I learned the harshest lesson: that trust is a blade, one that cuts deep and leaves scars you cannot see. I should have died that day, yet I awoke… changed.
The hunger is a beast I do not understand. It gnaws at me constantly, clawing its way through my resolve. I fight it, every hour, every breath. I lost that fight once. An entire village paid the price for my weakness. Their blood is on my hands, and I wear it like a curse. How can I call myself different from those who butchered my family? I am no better. No purer. If anything, I am worse.
So I wander, keeping my distance, sparing the world from what I have become. People see me as a ghost—a pale wraith in dark, tattered finery. That’s fitting. The scar around my neck burns some nights, as if mocking me for what I am and what I’ve lost. A cruel necklace marking the moment my life was severed in two.
Sometimes, I imagine finding him—the one who saved me, then betrayed me. I imagine asking why, but I know the answer will bring no peace. If anything, it will stoke the fire inside, the one I struggle to control. Perhaps it is better to wander without answers, to live in this half-life, searching for a redemption I may never find.
This journal is heavy in my hands now. My thoughts too bitter to keep writing. For today, that is enough. Tomorrow, I will keep walking. Until my sins catch up to me. Or until I find what it is I’m seeking—whatever that may be.
Post self-deleted by Weser Amatland.
Official Proclamation of the Office of Naval Affairs
To all who sail upon the waters of the Ferrovian Confederation:
In light of recent and grave afflictions upon the mainland, the Office of Naval Affairs, with the solemn consent of the State Assembly, decrees that henceforth all ports within the Confederation shall be closed to foreign vessels. Any ship belonging to a non-member state that attempts entry into our harbors shall be rebuffed. Should they persist, such vessels shall face destruction by the order of the Confederation.
Furthermore, all ships of our member states traveling between the Islands of Ferrovia and our mainland dominions shall be held at port for no fewer than three weeks, during which time any and all signs of the Plague shall be closely observed and examined. Only after this period, and upon assurance of health, shall they be permitted further passage.
Thus is proclaimed and decreed by my hand,
Lord Admiral Roque Valle
Given on this 9th day of November in the Year of Our Lord 1424 Anno Domini
Request by High Lord Fizban ir'Platan to enter the Islands of Ferrovia
It has come to my notice that the strange disease known as Cavern's Grip has found its way into the bodies of Bronzehamutian citizens, and I have decided to take preventative measures to protect the government of Bronzehamut. The High Council and I request to temporarily reside on the Islands of Ferrovia along with Bronzehamut's top medical doctors to try to find out where this disease came from. Everyone aboard the ship has been checked for signs of Cavern's Grip, but we will remain on the boat for a period of 20 days to make sure the disease is not within anyone. If you decide to not allow us to stay on the Islands, we will respect your decision, but please know that the hope of curing this disease lies with us, and if we succumb to it by remaining on the mainland, all hope will be lost.
-Fizban ir'Platan, High Lord of Bronzehamut
To the Honorable Lord Fizban ir'Platan,
The Office of Naval Affairs acknowledges receipt of your request and hereby grants you leave to enter, provided that you adhere strictly to the established porting protocols for vessels of the Confederation. Should you possess a Confederate ensign or any banner of similar distinction, we bid you display it prominently to ensure that our Coastal Defenses may recognize your approach without delay or confusion.
By the hand of the Office of Naval Affairs,
Leória
Decree of the Parliament of Chineva in regards to the Decree Made by the Office of Naval Affairs
By order of the office, Chineva and Finola shall close it's ports to trade from non-confederation states.
The ports of Chineva, Meierburg, Brandonbay, New Chineva, and Merchantsville are to be temporarily closed down until the settling down of the plague with Vernstadt remaining partially open to trade with a quarantine of 3 weeks.
Signed and Sealed,
Brandon III and I, by the Grace of God and by the provisions of the law of the State, Grand Duke of Chineva and Meierburg, King of Finola
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