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Regional Power: Moderate
Today's World Census Report
The Largest Basket Weaving Sector in The Great Chili
World Census agents infiltrated a variety of out-of-the-way towns and festivals in order to determine which nations have the most developed Basket Weaving industries.
As a region, The Great Chili is ranked 11,623rd in the world for Largest Basket Weaving Sector.
|1.||The Confederacy of Rival Bout||Capitalist Paradise||“Work in Progress, leave a tip.”|
|2.||The 🎺 ʟᴇɢɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ of Silver Commonwealth||Psychotic Dictatorship||“ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ”|
|3.||The Borderlands of Wabachan Nation Factbooks||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“You Can't Stop the Factbooks”|
|4.||The United Republic of Aeritai||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Always Be Positive!”|
|5.||The Mortal Empire of Mouseion||Moralistic Democracy||“Wisdom is power and power is wisdom”|
|6.||The Dictatorship of Marabec||Corporate Police State||“WE EXPORT RAPTORS :D”|
|7.||The Unknown Depths of Naguth||Father Knows Best State||“Wait and Hope”|
|8.||The Colony of Synnadine Character Factbooks||Liberal Democratic Socialists||“Nothing but my roleplay characters”|
|9.||The Unorganized Collection of of Stuff I Suppose||Iron Fist Consumerists||“If you can't think of anything, you're probably dead.”|
|10.||The Kingdom of Wabachan Sovereignty||Father Knows Best State||“The Rise of Our People is Ineviteable”|
- : The steel talon ceased to exist.
- : All geth ceased to exist.
- : The Holy Democracy of The Universe World of the region The Great Universe cancelled the closure of its embassy in The Great Chili.
- : Embassy cancelled between Zero Zero Zero Zero and The Great Chili.
- : Athailian exiles ceased to exist.
- : The Republic of Crawdad Republic of the region The Great Universe ordered the closure of its embassy in The Great Chili.
- : The Colony of Luxortia arrived from The South Pacific.
- : The Dictatorship of Draxon Leie arrived from Osiris.
- : The Republic of Switz got Lazy 397 of the region Zero Zero Zero Zero ordered the closure of its embassy in The Great Chili.
- : The Disastrous Planes of ZOCOM unsuppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
The Great Chili Regional Message Board
Tobbi barely reacts to Samantha's base nature and her hand running through his hair. In fact he is pretty well in shock as he realizes what had happened, more importantly how it happened. Though Samantha coming out of the Release derails him. He isn't standing though he can still tell they aren't going to support his weight on their own. Did Samantha purposely aim for rattling his brain? It sure seemed like it, that whole chain built up to it. She knows that out of the Golden Age mages, Sam included, he's the most durable and hardest to injure. Yet that can't protect his brain and balance from an attack like that. Is Instinct Release able to plan for such a thing? And her specific use of Earth was a practical application of the marble training they've been doing. Highly minimalistic yet specific use of aura to produce the best result. It honestly felt like Scotti did it. So when Samantha questions why he's on the ground, it was a no brainer.
"Yeah, yeah you did. Clocked me good," Tobbi admits as he runs aura through his legs to help him stand- Only to choke off a cry as pain floods his nervous system. He loses vision for a moment as he doubles forward, barely having the sense of mind to cut off the flow of aura.
Happy to hear it. These two's bit has been going on for awhile but it probably is getting close to moving onto Samantha's brother and anyone visiting him early, since he's hospitalized after a fight.
Oh fun! I have more to look forward toooooo
Samantha was honestly surprised that the goal she set out before going in actually worked, though as she looked at him he looked like he was pretty out of it. "Ah, that would explain why my hand feels like a punched a brick wall."She manages to get out before she braces for him as her lover doubles forward as he nearly blacks out from the pain of the aftermath of her chain attack in her released state. Looking pretty panicked as she sees him in alot of pain and letting his aura run amok. Lacking knowledge of healing or how to use Null nature she didn't want to do something dumb by trying to stop him and hurting him more. "H-Hey! Tobbi, what's wrong?!"
\\A freakish miracle//
In the days leading up to King Bach's surprise visit to Lands End to denounce the Templar's inclusion in the Treaty of Castelia, the Templar order had spilt the blood of hundreds in their crusade. Drenching the ground as they cut swaths of new territory away from the natural inhabitants... On the day before the Wabachan King and those who travel with him came to Zocom, hours before the break of dawn. A miracle came to another village of the Beastkin, this time not at the hands of an outlander from the sea... But from a most unlikely source.
Orssheim Village. A village on the edge of beastkin territory while it borders the Elven territories... It was a copted village where the Beastkin and Elves have a stable community. A group of Templars had escaped Wabachan and Royal forces as they were pursued through Elven lands during one of their raids. Leading the group of 100 proud Fable blooded Templars was a Inquisitor Alexander Brave. A devout follower of Lord Salem, strong in body and mind who carries a cursed blade that was handed to him personally by the fallen god, a 'holy' artifact that serves him in his conquests, as he hides from the joint military search for them they had now set their forces against this village. If they were to face the Wabachan and Royal forces, they would do it on a field of blood raught with the failure to stop them.
"All noncombatants flee into the mountains! We'll hold the enemy for as long as possible!!" Barked the Wolk-kin Co-chief of the village, a bulky middle age man with black hair and fur named Remus. Charging against the Templar invaders as lightning flickers and crackles along his body as lightning clad fists landed true and sent arcs straight through templar armour to knock enemies back. Charging behind him, keeping close was the Elven Co-chief named Calista, a woman with a slender form with bow in hand. With each draw of her bow the Wolf-kins carelessly discharged lightning was syphoned into each notched shot that was fired into the horde of Templars raiding the village...
While the joint village had the numbers, they were helpless against the sheer power the Templar soldiers had... As hundreds stayed in the village, as magics clashed and weapons discharged and crashed against one another. Alexander was seeing to necessary steps...
The geography around Orssheim village was interesting, bordering the forests and mountains they have a unique mix of monsters. One in particular can be docile if handled correctly. A unique monster that is native to the area, a nest of semi-sentient ants the size of house cats known as Vigilance Ants. They have an almost tribal culture that the Elves have been cultivating ever since they were discovered after the village was founded. Normally insect monsters don't have this kind of mentality, the only thing close were special bee monsters that lived in Faery territory. These ants did have a loose understanding of Zocom's language and would trade with the village in return for lessons from the Elves. The Elves wanted to see if a new race was on the rise, another unique tribe that they could count on as allies...
Because of the unique relationship with the village, and seeing them in such a dire state, the tribal queen of the hive tried to hide the fleeing woman, children and elderly who could not fight. Hide them in her hatchery chamber for the storm to pass over them... Little did she or her tribe know that Alexander already had their scent. With his cursed blade he slaughtered his way into the hatchery chamber... Each injury he endured was healed by the gluttonous blade in his possession as he slashed through each tribal ant warrior that stood in his way.
As he stood before the chamber of despairing civilians and the distraught Queen who had never seen such ruthless slaughter before. He shook his blade clean of guts and shattered chitin with a smile on his scarred face. Seeing such exquisite looks of fear on these savages faces was wonderful. He didn't even waste his breath on these mongrels, lifting his sword up he just smiled as a flash of light engulfed the chamber before gore splattered and covered the cavern walls, the only thing that was still mostly intact was the Ant Queen. Alexander gave it little consideration as he left to return to his conquest.
Though in the Queen's dying grip was a small larva, scarred from the Inquisitors attack but it was one of the only things to survive the attack, with no strength left in her arms she lowered it into the pool of trauma beneath her. In her dying breath she only had one wish, to reward the Templar's slaughter with terror...
Below in the pool of wasted lifeforce, innumerable futures cut short and broken dreams that would never come true, the blank slate with no expectations became a template. The larva squirmed and soaked in the lifeforce, fleshy mandibles quivering as it started to draw in the mixed blood of hundreds, soon a whirlpool started to form around the larva as it started to glow with red crackles of energy sparking off and cracking the walls of the chamber around it. A vengeful wish of peoples who had grown to hate a single god was being granted.
Alexander stood at the village outskirts with his sword over his shoulder, looking out at the dwindling number of mongrels that stood against them before the village Chiefs stood against him. Their faces twisted with sickened grimaces and horrified glares as the news of what the Templar did was made clear to them, he happily told them of his ease in slaughtering them. Despair was setting in amongst those close by, the will to fight starting to drain before a sudden ear splitting shriek filled the valley, and a crimson light filled the sky from behind Alexander. It briefly pierced the sky, drawing in clouds around it into a cyclone. The Templar did not move to even look to the light until he felt a deep shiver run down his back, his body telling him to turn around.
All eyes turned to the pillar of light and the silhouette of a large lankey figure stood within it as it dissipated. It was hugely insectoid in its features, broad plated shoulders with large lanky arms come down at its sides with a second pair of much smaller arms close to its chest. A set of wings kept it perfectly in the air with assistance from wind magic. Its body was made of dark grey chitin plating, it's compound eyes were of a deep scarlet red in contrast to the ants usual ocean blue. A seemingly constant red aura roared off of it like an open flame was flowing from its body.
"What in Salem's great wisdom... I thought I killed all you bugs along with that Queen of yours-" In a snap, not even considered to be a moment, the ant. Comparing the sizes, the Ant stood at a clear 6ft tall as it was hunched over so it was eye level with the Inquisitor, a wave of uncharacteristic fear washed over him as its mandibles managed to chatter out "Are you the strongest?"
The question snapped him out of this as bravado quickly took over. T-This bug is quite fast. But it is still a bug. I am one of Salem's Inquisitors, the holder of the Gluttonous Blade Zeraph. I'm not even fighting seriously... I'll crush this bug. Mana started to ripple through his frame as he started to straighten his back, looking down on the freakish Ant creature as his muscle mass and definition increased subtably. "Of course bug."
The freak bug's compound eyes focussed on the man as he grew taller, feeling the males energy start to rise higher as it started to assess it. Memories and knowledge of the order both naturally taken from the lifeforce that fueled its ascension and unnaturally planted within filled its head in the milliseconds it took for its assessment to be complete. Its body was forged in a freak evolution fueled by the spilt blood of hundreds or Beastkin, Elves and of its own kin. It's existence is the very overdue declaration that Zocom will no longer tolerate Salem's pillaging and perversion of its land and people. In moments a mass of darkness appeared beneath the Inquisitors feet before a large set of jaws appeared to snap shut around the human, devouring most of the torso leaving severed arms and most of Alexander's head falling to the ground. "Disappointing." It flatly said as he stepped forward, stamping down and crushing the Templar's head under his clawed foot. Its eyes looked to the Inquisitors blade before it lifted it up, with one of the shadowy tendrils of its magic... It was a cursed item, unfit for staying on the soil of this once pure land. To that end, the Ant picked it up, aimed it west towards the ocean, and threw it with unfathomable might. Casting it into the ocean on the other side of the nation to its current location, to be lost to mortal hands.
This foulness that fills the pit of my stomach...
Soon its gaze returned to the Templar's before it and those within the village. These corrupted creatures... Beings made by the one who granted mothers wish. A rush of raw mana chokes every available space in the valley before it all pulled back into the Ant's body, the chitin in its limbs and torso shifted as its muscle mass increased, its form more streamlines now as it focussed on agility, it suddenly moved with freakish speed as jagged claws speedily ripped flesh and tore through even the Templar orders magitech power armour. Their god forsakes them as pieces on a board...
The bodies of the dead littered the landscape as the Ant stood tall at the village gates, the last of the Templars were sent fleeing back to their stronghold city while the Ant stayed standing beside the chiefs of the village as its murderous Aura calms down. These people were good to mother, the little ones were their larva. I am glad they live.
Remus looked up at the huge hant with a rather skeptical look, but Calista looked up at it as she understood what this creature was. "You... Are a product of freak evolution... Aren't you? Do you have a name?" The elf asked as the distant sight of Wabachan and Royal forces start to leave the vast forest after they captured some Templars running from what they described as a monster.
The Ant nodded as he settled into a squat, looking to the elf. It found itself naturally calmed by the presence of the elf. "I was but a larva, too young to be given an identity. But I believe I am... A miracle. It is what mothers voice called me after she passed into the red light."
Remus stood with wide eyes that a literal child was warped in such a way to become a weapon that sent those goddess forsaken monsters running. He didn't like it... But not much could be done now. "No name huh... Wanna name him Calista?"
"Leave the burden on my shoulders huh, lazy wolf... But fine... How about Zarion?" The elf asked as soldiers started to secure the area. The Wabachan's really not trusting the giant Ant creature but the village elders start to clear stuff up.
The Ant was left feeling like its purpose was not yet complete... Like there was more to its destiny yet as it thought about the name it was given... Light started to crack over the horizon as morning dawned. "Zarion... I like that."
The Ant's name is literally just derived from the main character of the movie Antz if anyone remembers that
While he doesn't have breath for words, the pain was fading enough for him to wave that he's ok. The sensation, it was like... No, it's what it is. His pathways are fried. They didn't feel to be damaged permanently, they seem to be slowly returning to normal. But if he tried using aura again, he's certain he would knock himself out from the pain. Solid contact from Samantha's fist while she was in the state somehow warped his own aura pathways, like its messed up signature passes into whomever she makes contact with. And if it worked this well on him from just one blow... No, calm down, it may not work on anything except aura, but still, this is an incredible find. It may fade away the more natural the form becomes to Samantha, or it may grow more serious, they won't know anytime soon. The pain has mostly faded by now, and he's able to stand up slowly on shaky legs, with some help from Samantha. "I'm alright, it'll fade. Nothing permanent. You only hit me once, but that hit ruined my flow of aura. It'll take a little while for it to recover."
I was tempted to go with Flik from bugs life but Antz seemed better
Helping him to his feet and supporting him, Samantha was still pretty worried about him despite learning that she manages to scramble his aura flow with that punch. It was quite something to hear, that in her release state she beat him by scrambling the major threat against her and his primary means of protecting himself. Now that she knew she could do it, she started to wonder how she could keep that kind of thing going and if it worked on people without aura...
For now training looked to be on hold. She smiled softly down at him as she hobbled him back towards the tower for some rest. "Well it looks like I get to be the one playing nurse this time round. But now we know abit more about what I've managed to cook up. Though I'm sorry I kinda turned your brain to soup with that punch."
"Heh, I'm just rattled is all. It's actually for the best." Even if the Release's touch worked only on Aura, he has far more faith in the Release itself. The Caster mastery she showed during it spells clearly that the focus training from playing marbles is working. Instinctively targeting his only consistent weak point was fantastic. The more she knows about her opponent the more effective the form will become. And this was all just what they discovered now. Who knows how far Samantha will be able to push Instinct Release. A grin forms as he looks sidelong at her. "I'm pretty excited to see how far you can push this."