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Gobyrno di la Fidiraxión di Ryxtylopia
Government of the Ryxtylopian Federation
 
Present - Wednesday, November 29th of the year 1423.
This is an OFFICIAL STATEMENT, conducted by the Ryxtylopian government, directed to all foreign governments and international press.
 
This document has the porpuse of recognizing the November 28th incident, with demonstrators, who acted with extreme violence against the police force, and goverment security forces, with the demonstrators having the intention of conducting a march to the Istadio Franco Rivalda down Oraiva road.
This incident has resulted in 30 injured as well as this during the demonstration, protesters revealed concealed firearms forcing police to fire warning shots to disperse the crowd, no confirmed deaths have come from this demonstration despite the gunshots fired.
It is important to note that the civil unrest is now dying down, as per the present date, and this is expected to be one of the last instances of unrest throught the rest of the tournament, law enforcement has been focused on protecting the stadiums and tourists from any harm that may come their way.
 
Whilst we are confident that the wave of unrest is about to end we still URGE foreigners to take measures mainly:
-Stick to venue areas or visit: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov] for more information on tourist sites, as well to avoid any possible trouble.
-When going around venue cities, read more information about certain areas, and stick to law enforcement.
-Stick to using the transport system set up for this tournament, information about bus routes and where to find taxis can be found at: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov].
-Excersice increased levels of caution during the lead-up to games.
 
Whilst the unrest has stopped in most cities, in Ryxenia we also issue travell warnings to the neighborhoods of:
Tirvixas
Itsía
Vilpilanda
Xatachamá
La Alíga
Corvaitxe
San Yrvias
 
Names highlighted in red have very high risk, as such we recommend avoding them at all costs
Names highlighted in yellow have considerable risk, we recommend avoding them or excersicing increased caution when visiting or passing by those neighborhoods.
 
For more travell information please visit [Insert Generic Government Website.gov].
 
Apart from this, any matches or activies related to the tournament will not be affected, the scheduled matches will remain unchanged, for further details you can contact the Deparment of Internal Security or the Ryxenia Police Department at: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov].

A Loss in the group stage, but a big win in the competition!

"Hello again Tiveria i' Zuja readers! I'm Gabri and i'm here in Ryxtylopia to talk about the ongoing World Cup of Football! And alone again, woo.
Yesterday our national team played against last year's first place, and lost by 2-0, sadly!
There're good news though! Thanks to the past wins and draws, our team was able to get into the elimination stage! Amazing!
The first elimination group match will be against last year's 9th place! UA! or apparently, United Adaikes? woah, didn't know UA was an abreviation, incredible!
We'll make another article tomorrow with more the infos of the next match, our graphic designers are still working on it!
For now, me, with all the candeluian fans here can't wait for the next match! We'll see you tomorrow and as Nico says, Fannin' keep, Fans of the Ball with the foot!"









Lunga Vià al 'emperator!

[The “Special Report” animation gives way to BrownNewsTV’s small news desk. A solitary young man, wearing a tight suit with no tie and with a very short haircut, looking 15 at best, is anchoring. BNTV subscribers know this to be Dean Howell, one of the few faces of the media channel.]
Dean: Good evening, comrades. I’m Dean Howell. Thank you for joining us on BrownNewsTV.
Dean: The third Football World Cup is underway in Ryxtylopia, and for the second time, the Overthinkers National Team has qualified. Despite public pressure to boycott, due to civil rights concerns in Ryxtylopia, the team has chosen to participate.
Dean: How much the players stand to make from this event has not been disclosed, not to mention the millions in corporate sponsorships keeping the national team afloat. The sports team is a glorified billboard—a publicity stunt that makes its money from big business, not from any legitimate work.
Dean: The masses of Ryxtylopia are currently engaging in peaceful protest against the World Cup, and are being met with police brutality. The state of Ryxtylopia is keeping a very tight cap on media access and revealing the reality in which the majority of its people live. Mainstream media in Overthinkers itself has been reticent to address the civil rights abuses on which the apparent wealth of Ryxtylopia is secretly built. But what’s new?
Dean: Instead, it seems that the only “behind-the-scenes” story that any media outlet is covering concerns former player, Lucille Lyons. After the national team was confirmed to be World Cup-bound, Lyons suddenly resigned from the team. More than that, Lyons seemingly disappeared, going dark on all social media, and family refusing to reveal her whereabouts.
Dean: This apparent spectacle has served as a great distraction from the real issues surrounding the tournament, and the mainstream media is eating it up. “What is she hiding?” they want to know. And apparently harassing people and their families over personal choices is okay if you have a camera. But what’s new?
Dean: Well, some of those questions are about to be addressed, though they may not get the answers they’re looking for. Joining us virtually this evening, in her first appearance since the beginning of the World Cup—welcome Miss Lucille Lyons.
[The screen is split between the studio camera and Lucille’s video. Lucille gives a forced smile. She is clearly using a low-end webcam in a nondescript, poorly lit location.]
Dean: Thank you for agreeing to join us, Miss Lyons.
Lucille: Please, call me Lucille.
Dean: Fair enough. Now, for our viewers, let me make clear that per her request, we will not be revealing Lucille’s location at this time.
Lucille: Yes, I do not feel comfortable with that information getting out. But I needed to start setting the record straight on a few things.
[Lucille’s delivery is neutral, almost mechanical.]
Dean: Precisely. You are afraid of retaliation from the team, right?
Lucille: That, but even more so from “fans”. You’ve seen the social media posts. Like, apparently I’m a traitor to the country now or something. What kind of nationalist nonsense is that?
Dean: And the negative response to your resignation has only reinforced the reasons for it in the first place.
Lucille: Yes! The bastards have never actually cared. One minute you’re the hero, the next minute you’re the zero. I’d call it an absurd standard, if there were even a standard to begin with.
Dean: Did you get similar treatment from the actual team?
Lucille: Yes. I always felt like I was being treated as a second-class citizen among them.
Dean: Was it because you were a reserve?
Lucille: No, the other reserves didn’t seem to notice. That’s just it, there wasn’t an explanation! There was absolutely nothing in what I did, on or off the pitch, that deserved being slighted.
[Now that she’s gotten warmed up, Lucille now looks appropriately distraught, maybe even too appropriately. Dean, a veteran of numerous online flamewars, expertly continues to tee her up.]
Dean: You were also opposed to the selection of Ryxtylopia’s bid, correct?
Lucille: Of course! The living conditions there are just ghastly, and here they are trying to put on a show and pretend they’re somebody. That they deserve the attention.
Dean: Just not the kind of attention that you and I know they should be getting.
Lucille: Yeah, that.
[For the first time, Lucille looks like she was thrown a curveball, even by such a seemingly innocuous statement.]
Lucille: But yeah, when it was confirmed we were going to Ryxtylopia, that was the last straw for me.
Dean: Understandable. Let’s shift gears back to your personal life. Tell us about some of the backlash you’ve received since your resignation.
Lucille: Awful. I knew it was going to be bad, so I have been avoiding social media, but my family has shown me some of the posts. Someone was burning posters and magazines with me on the cover! And another person was caught spying on my house in Bellman!
Lucille: And when they couldn’t find me, they hunted down my family. Like I was a criminal! My mother is a respectable woman; she served on the Brunnes Administrative Board for many years. And my sister has had to shut herself up inside her house because of the press.
Dean: Truly terrible.
[Before Dean can proceed, a distant chime is heard through Lucille’s feed. A high-pitched, tinny melody. She scrambles to hit her mute, but unmutes a moment later as the sound fades.]
Dean: Lucille, before we let you go, what can our viewers do to support you in this trying time?
Lucille: Just keep spreading the truth. The national football team is a toxic organization, and the world federation are greedy bastards who will sell out to the highest bidder. And the people who dare to question it get treated like this.
Dean: Heard and understood, Lucille. I won’t keep you any longer.
Lucille: Goodbye.
Dean: There you have it, comrades. The truth about the Overthinkers National Football Team and how it treats its...lesser celebrities. Tune in on Sunday for our regular weekly broadcast, where we unpack the impact of Dalimbari aggression in Polaris.
Dean: From all of us at BrownNewsTV, I’m Dean Howell. Good night.

Courtship of the Kings
Seven winters passed since the vanquishing of the Berganisk tribes, and Queen Tamar, her name echoing through the winds like a distant thunderstorm, ruled with sagacity and might.
In those days of yore, three royal suitors sought the hand of Queen Tamar, drawn by the luster of her realm. The first, Tonn, bore a regal countenance, yet his gaze was veiled by vanity and nearsightedness. The second, Olev, was piously devoted, but his reverence for the divine eclipsed the needs of his folk. The third, Jumal, harbored ambitions as fierce as the northern winds, heedless of the welfare of his subjects.
With grandiosity befitting their stations, the three kings approached Queen Tamar, each seeking favor. Yet, the queen, with discerning eyes akin to the falcon's gaze, perceived the flaws that tainted the brilliance of each.
To Tonn, the vain, she spoke words as sharp as the blade at her side. "A king's sight must not be clouded by his own reflection. Beauty is fleeting, but the legacy of a benevolent ruler endures like the northern lights."
Olev, the pious, found himself admonished by Tamar's unwavering gaze. "A king's devotion must extend to the realm he governs, not confined to the heavens alone. Your people crave sustenance and justice, not just the solace of prayers."
Jumal, the ambitious, faced Tamar's unyielding stare. "Power, if grasped without wisdom and compassion, is but a weapon of tyrants. A king should be a shepherd, not a wolf amidst his flock."
Enraged by these lessons in humility, service to the folk, and equality, each king, in the manner of the berserkers of old, drew his weapon. Tonn unsheathed his sword, Olev gripped a mace, and Jumal brandished a spear. They struck at Tamar, blinded by wounded pride and unbridled ambition.
Yet, Tamar, like a Valkyrie in the dance of battle, moved with the grace of the northern winds, deflecting their blows with a skill forged in the crucible of conflict. She spared their lives but claimed their crowns, a symbol of the humility and service they failed to grasp.
The tale of the thwarted courtship and the dethroned kings spread like the whispering breeze through the ancient fjords. The subjects of each realm began to see Tamar not as a conqueror but as a liberator and rightful queen. The realm expanded, and peace descended like the gentle caress of snow upon an ever-expanding dominion.
Thus, the Courtship of the Kings became a chapter in the saga of Tamar, the queen whose wisdom, humility, and martial prowess united realms and brought prosperity to the lands beneath her just and compassionate rule. The people hailed her not merely as a warrior queen but as a sovereign whose heart beat in harmony with the well-being of her folk.

Clarkson, Hammond and May had all been through a fair bit. Uncovering hidden Ryxtylopian slums, meeting the Tsar's security and doing surprisingly well in The Genesis, it was time for a bit of relaxation...
D. Handpump: You said this would be relaxing.
J. Clarkson: It is.
[May is up a ladder on the roof of the building where the trio is staying. Clarkson holds back laughter.]
D. Handpump: I don't like it.
R. Hammond: It's just a ladder! It's a simple enough thing to operate, climb it!
D. Handpump: Not if you're me, it's not.
[Clarkson looks toward the camera The Stig is holding and the viewers beyond it.]
J. Clarkson: Now I should point out to the viewers that James is scared of heights. Like, really scared.
D. Handpump: How many of Clarkov's art pieces are up here?
R. Hammond: One.
D. Handpump: One?!
R. Hammond: Yes, a drawing.
D. Handpump: Just leave it!
R. Hammond: Furu's bodyguard will shoot us, mate, we can't.
D. Handpump: Wha- Just because that expressionless confusing disabled bastard is hanging around in there blabbing about dandelions or something, we have to retrieve their piece of paper?
J. Clarkson: Furu never asked for this, Esmeralda made us do it after she found out you had misplaced it.
D. Handpump: ...I was sort of hoping you didn't know that.
R. Hammond: Yeah, we gotta do it, no choice, so get up here and get on with it.
D. Handpump: Hammond, I... I- I hate... I hate heights, you know I do. I hate ladders, I hate bodyguards.
J. Clarkson: You got on just fine with Vanya, Handpump.
D. Handpump: Very funny.
R. Hammond: Furu's self-appointed bodyguard... don't you think she's being a bit vindictive?
J. Clarkson: Yes, but what is a fat middle aged man supposed to do?
R. Hammond: Honestly, this makes me wonder why we don't meet people of other nations often.
D. Handpump: Well, the last time we did was with Quiyakaso and that ended about as well as you'd expect.
R. Hammond: Oh yeah.
J. Clarkson: Uh, guys? I just got the results in, we beat Fujai 2-0.
R. Hammond: That's good and all, but we need to finish this off.
                                  
| 𐑣𐑸'𐑘𐑱 𐑛𐑰 𐑤𐑨𐑛𐑟! (Ha'wei Di Ladz!) |
| Ha'way The Lads! |
| Придъ'няпредванеи На Младеч! (Pride'napredvanei Na Mladezh!) |

Zou Liqin, Jiang Yunru & Zhong Dongmei are students at Anzhou Medical University. They share a flat in Yantai City, 20 minutes away from their university by subway. Zou and Jiang are at home.
Liqin: "Hey, Yunru. Are we ordering takeout tonight?"
Yunru: "Why? We have food at home."
Liqin: "It's Sekiya's big game against Cambria, you don't think this is a special occasion?"
Yunru: "Who cares? We've already made it out of the group stages... Plus, everyone's going to be ordering takeout tonight..."
Liqin: "That's true... but we should still watch it! Maybe we can ask Dongmei to get something on her way home..."
Yunru: Sighs "Okay, we can watch it. I was hoping on watching comet garden, but I suppose I can do that another night".
Liqin: Putting his Sekiya Football scarf on "Nice! I'll get some drinks out of the fridge, you message Dongmei."
Yunru: Pulling out his phone "Sure, sure. By the way, we need to finish that game of Cellars and Fellas."
Liqin: Taking several sodas out of the fridge "Yeah... I'm not feeling too great about that game right now..."
Yunru: Typing on his phone "Why? We got so far into it... is it because you failed that saving throw?"
Liqin: "Honestly? Yeah... The Sorcerer fella isn't as fun as I thought it would be, I kind of want to swap to the warlock fella."
Yunru: "Fair enough, maybe we can work something out, but it would be good to finish the campaign... we're 6 hours into that campaign and Dongmei spent a lot of time on the story. Plus, we haven't even cleared out the second cellar yet!"
Liqin: "I suppose. Maybe we can play after the football game!"
Yunru: "Sounds good! By the way, Dongmei replied, she's at Huangjin down the road getting some snacks and instant rice."
Liqin: "Instant rice! That's barely a takeaway... Oh well, I'll accept it. Could you ask her to get some eggs too?"
Yunru: "Sure... I'll ask her now..."

Cellars and Fellas is a popular roleplaying tabletop game in Esferos. 
Seven minutes later, Dongmei walks through the door. The game starts in 10 minutes.
Dongmei: "Oh. My. God. I hate the subway when it's busy..."
Liqin: "Welcome home! Why was it busy?"
Dongmei: "Everyone's going to the Anzhou Cloud stadium to watch it on the big screen..."
Yunru: "My Goodness... I can't imagine being in a stadium that big... with all those people..." He shivers.
Liqin: "I think it would be cool!"
Yunru: "Good for you..."
Dongmei: Putting the food away "Hey, did anyone boil the water?"
Yunru & Liqin look at each other with a guilty expression.
Yunru & Liqin: "Uhhhh...no..."
Dongmei: Sighs "Trust you men to do anything right..." She jokes.
Yunru & Liqin: "Sorry..."
Dongmei: "Don't worry, I'll get it going. Yunru, do you want an egg with yours?" 
Yunru: "No thanks..."
Liqin: "What about me?"
Dongmei: "Liqin, we have lived together for 2 years... I already know how you like your rice".
Liqin: "You're amazing... hey, come watch, Sekiya is about to walk on!"
Yunru: "I wonder who's going to win..."
 

 

Her gaze fixed on the screen, her ears reactively pulling her face tight. The message's sender remained anonymous, yet the implication cut through the hurry of her office. Someone, somehow, had learned of her impending decision regarding the Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical case—a decision not yet publicized, known only to those within her office and the main clerk of the Hiercourt.
Rather than instilling fear, the mysterious message fueled an unexpected resolve within Tamar. The intrusion into her decision-making process hardened her determination to uphold the law without succumbing to veiled threats. 
With a measured breath, Tamar set her phone aside and turned her attention back to the documents sprawled across her desk. The weight of her responsibility as a judge in the Practice of the Prince's Laws pressed upon her, and the oath she had taken resonated in her thoughts as she sealed the document in the traditional purple ink. 
 

Cleared it Out
 
The Ryxtylopian team prepared for their final group stage match, so far they were first in the group, and a win would ensure staying on top, as they hadn't gone defeated throught the group stage, their final rival of the groups was Rivalfiume in the Istadio Zapriaca, and if Garravez team held on to the first place spot they would be going up against the 4th placed team in group D, which could be either Dalimbar or Aukera.
Garravez was busy, he so far had a lot of success but some matches that could've also gone better, mainly the opener against Kalmach and the close match with Alchera that the team had in the previous matchday.
As well as this Garravez was still missing Dipartí, who had asked to stay with his mother while she recovered from injuries, meaning Dipartí would potentially miss the next matches or the tournament as a whole, whilst Garravez did have options to replace him he still thought about the protests that caused the whole thing, which had calmed down except for some mainly the 24' movement which was a social movement asking for justice for the 24 journalists gone missing between the world cup got announced in Ryxtylopia and MD1.
Going missing in Ryxtylopia is a term used by the government a lot, and whilst it might sound like someone had gone missing, it was frecuently used to indicate arrest without charges or a warrant by the police, during the Ryxtylopian dictatorship in the 1380's it usually meant someone had been executed again, without charges, the meaning evolved after the fact with Ryxtylopia democratizing but remaining a fairly corrupt authoritarian state.
 
But for now his focus had to be on the upcomming match where he decided to go back to the 3-5-2 formation the team had used at the start of the tournament, after all the protest movements were something else, he had to focus on the match.
 

 
 

Introduction
For the first part of this Travel Guide, before delving deeper into each of the sixteen regions, we have decided to start with an overview of them. This introduction features a description and some statistics for each region, and the regions are also listed here in the same order they will appear in the guide, starting with the most populous region Giovannia Magna, as mentioned in the preface. 
(OOC: The images for each region are AI-generated).
Giovannia Magna
Population: 3,591,220 Area: 13,061 km² Density: 275/km² Capital: Giovannia (pop. 1,563,119) Notable cities: Vinikiana (pop. 240,927), Raffellara (pop. 228,012), Mattenia (pop. 154,225) Giovannia Magna is the heart of the country, its most populous and most densely populated region. The national capital Giovannia lies at the central part of the region, near the confluence of the Keleste River with its tributary, the Terente. An area of more recent population, as the city was built as a planned new capital for the Giovannian Empire, the region stands today as a testament of the nation's development. Giovannia offers a range of historical and cultural attractions such as the old Imperial Palace and the National Museum side by side with very futuristic buildings, and beyond the capital, other cities within its metropolitan area of 3 million inhabitants are also well worth the visit.

Giovannia, the national capital.
Lavanda Prima
Population: 2,877,251 Area: 18,686 km² Density: 154/km² Capital: Uryde (pop. 509,819) Notable cities: Quorivo (pop. 262,144), Dazane (pop. 181,632), Kyene (pop. 150,825) The cradle of the ancient Lavandulan civilization, Lavanda Prima is one of the main travel destinations of Giovanniland. Its capital Uryde was once the capital of the Lavandulan Empire, under its old name of Lavandula, and retains several historical buildings from antiquity, the city of Quorivo is known for the powerful medieval duchy that bears its name and for being one of the two II Summer Esferiad host cities, and more to the south, Kyene is the birthplace of Violetism and a site of pilgrimage featuring the largest Violetist temple in Esferos. Furthermore, Lavanda Prima is also notable for its beautiful and popular beaches on the northern coasts, and for its two famous festivals, the Lavender Festival and Violet Carnival.

The historical district of Uryde.
Lavanda Sekunda
Population: 1,260,934 Area: 22,342 km² Density: 56/km² Capital: Kastellavando (pop. 116,205) Notable cities: Rivomonte (pop. 104,333), Pelkarma (pop. 70,822), Lyogalla (pop. 52,830) Lavanda Sekunda offers the feeling of Lavandulan history and culture just like Lavanda Prima, but also a respite from the multiple large and bustling cities of its northern neighbor. The region name is a historical reference to the fact the Lavandulan civilization first grew near the coastal lowlands to the north, and then expanded southwards during the Lavandulan Empire to the hilly areas that today compose Lavanda Sekunda. Some of its attractions are its beautiful broadleaf forests and multiple Violetist temples throughout the countryside; as well as the area to the south where the contact between the Lavandulan and Abrentan civilizations happened during the Middle Ages, home to the first capital of the Giovannian Empire, Rivomonte.

A Violetist temple in the countryside.
Verdiante
Population: 755,901 Area: 21,968 km² Density: 34/km² Capital: Valsereno (pop. 81,559) Notable cities: Gile (pop. 54,270), Pradobeno (pop. 50,245), Amarena (pop. 39,522) Verdiante is a region known for its natural wonders. It contains a majority of the Ameno River's basin, a significant river that marks the southern section of the border with Blue Bubble, with many beautiful lakes, valleys and waterfalls. The capital Valserene is the starting point of many itineraries that traverse the region, from the western plains to the northern highlands, passing through numerous smaller, charming cities with a calm atmosphere. These itineraries are a notable example of eco-tourism in Giovanniland, showing the region's commitment to preserving its natural beauty. A known landmark of the region is the Abrio Peak, the highest point of Giovaura, near the small town of Altario. 

A view of the Abrio Peak and the forests surrounding it.
Primolido
Population: 3,141,592 Area: 12,376 km² Density: 254/km² Capital: Porto Violeto (pop. 1,004,153) Notable cities: Annavilla (pop. 305,746), Amorante (pop. 213,504), Kampobello (pop. 147,069) Primolido is Giovanniland's third most populous region, known for its beautiful coasts, rich culture, and very advanced development. The region's name pays homage to being the first lands settled by the Abrentan civilization, which then expanded throughout southwestern Lavender Island and laid the basis for Giovanniland's modern history together with the Lavandulans. The capital Porto Violeto is the nation's most important port and also a hub of tourism, featuring several famous waterfronts and promenades. Other cities such as Annavilla and Amorante are popular for their many beaches and nightlife, while the northern part of the region features some off the beaten path locations and the Isla Abrenta, a major island. 

Porto Violeto, Giovanniland's second largest city.
Akallia
Population: 1,599,678 Area: 19,987 km² Density: 80/km² Capital: Salvoregno (pop. 162,087) Notable cities: Lurtone (pop. 120,631), Sonserina (pop. 103,715), Lastrilla (pop. 75,963) Often overlooked, the region of Akallia is not only a gateway between Giovannia Magna and Primolido, but also a very unique travel destination on its own. Settled in the early and middle periods (95 BF-349 AF) of the Abrentan Classical Era, this region offers some of the best preserved castles and villages of that civilization. Its capital and other large cities still show strong traits of the medieval Abrentan architecture and culture to this day, learning to conciliate modern development with their rich history. One can also visit smaller cities where these storied buildings are still nearly intact, the inhabitants offer warm hospitality, and the streets tell tales of a bygone era. 

The city of Salvoregno and its Great Castle.
Spandorto
Population: 856,196 Area: 42,001 km² Density: 20/km² Capital: Tommasia (pop. 76,920) Notable cities: Uprino (pop. 64,833), Kornelio (pop. 41,609), Kurrente (pop. 31,728) Similar to the region of Verdiante, Spandorto is also a good destination for those seeking to explore the nature of Lavender Island and enjoy the local culture in some smaller cities. The region features plains to the west, notable for being one of the areas in Giovanniland with the highest amount of farmland, and more mountainous territory to the east, which is sparsely populated. Some notable destinations include the two largest cities Tommasia and Uprino, often the first stops in a trip in this region, the iconic city of Oddolino surrounded by many hills and known for its beautiful buildings, and the famous waterfalls of the Gratioso River, a tourist attraction on the Giovannilandian-Minsunese border.

The central district of Oddolino.
Abrenosto
Population: 3,571,249 Area: 29,550 km² Density: 121/km² Capital: Abrentopole (pop. 425,870) Notable cities: Karlopole (pop. 347,106), Portovini (pop. 134,057), Bayabrenti (133,574) Abrenaustro is a region best known for its lively culture, with a name meaning Southern Abrento and alluding to the southern expansion of the Abrentan civilization and foundation of their second capital, Abrentopole, which today continues on as an important city. This city is often called the Giovannilandian Capital of Culture, owing to its famous festivals, art exhibitions and culinary scene. Many traditional meals from Giovanniland originated in this region, such as the world-famous pizza and the many recipes featuring seafood. Other notable destinations include Portovini, aptly named for the vineyards near the city, and Karlopole, a city of more recent settlement which is located near the Minsunese border and offers a distinct blend of cultures.

Waterfront and restaurants in Abrentopole.
Lido Flavi
Population: 2,011,284 Area: 12,870 km² Density: 156/km² Capital: Andoliavilla (pop. 640,816) Notable cities: Flaviopole (pop. 219,422), Giuvenoria (pop. 123,855), Einotta (pop. 108,162) Lido Flavi is home to Giovandolia's capital Andoliavilla, the third largest city and second largest port in Giovanniland, a coastal haven notable for its vibrant nightlife and culture, alongside historical buildings from the time of Giovannian Empire and large museums. Also notable is Flaviopole, founded on the site that the expedition to Andolia by the general Flaviopole first landed, and other coastal cities like Giuvenoria and Delliaro. Lido Flavi is also home to the Irto River's delta and several different biomes, such as moist and dry broadleaf forests, as well as arid and semiarid shrublands, a nice combination for eco-tourism. 

Andoliavilla, Giovanniland's third largest city.
Feragia
Population: 2,402,339 Area: 23,586 km² Density: 102/km² Capital: Nenofre (pop. 237,690) Notable cities: Urbevittori (pop. 128,165), Kantemo (pop. 101,472), Novo Uryde (pop. 88,125) To the south of Lido Flavio lies the region of Feragia, the most populous of Giovandolia, with its vast plains and shrublands. The capital Nenofre is located on the plains crossed by the Irto River, being one of the many settlements dating back to the ancient Beremean civilization that flourish until today, while others. The region's mostly plain territory and fertile lands are perfect for agriculture, while tourism is also significant due to the many ancient ruins. There are also cities that have a strong Lavandulan influence, such as Novo Uryde and Vallespi, with many Violetist temples.

Landscape in Feragia, featuring ruins of an ancient city.
Terra Violeta
Population: 1,138,762 Area: 18,703 km² Density: 61/km² Capital: Villaflori (pop. 145,603) Notable cities: Antoniopole (pop. 62,921), Bevimo (pop. 51,470), Urbeleoni (pop. 44,314) Terra Violeta is a land of many valleys and mountains located to the south of Feragia, known for its beautiful savannas and grasslands. Villaflori, the City of Flowers, is Terra Violeta's capital and fits its name well, featuring large gardens alongside its modern buildings that are worth the visit. The capital and other major cities are mostly located on the lowlands of the Irto River and its tributaries, while the highlands have smaller settlements and breathtaking views. There are several itineraries that explore the rural lands of Terra Violeta, with the aforementioned valleys and mountains.

The largest garden in Villaflori.
Altana
Population: 1,652,036 Area: 13,518 km² Density: 122/km² Capital: Islamagna (pop. 321,874) Notable cities: Bayabella (pop. 170,236), Potestana (pop. 111,382), Nova Annavilla (pop. 105,190) Altana, nicknamed the Land of Eternal Coasts, is the second most densely populated region in Giovandolia and also the northernmost, when considering the Islas dell'Annovo province. In the coastline of Altana, golden sands stretch as far as the eye can see, and some of the most famous beaches in the entire country can be found here. The capital Islamagna is located on the archipelago and developed from a medieval fort called Forte Giovanni, one of the earliest conquered areas by the Giovannian Empire outside Lavender Island, therefore it has plenty of historical places to visit. Other interesting destinations are on the mainland, like the popular coastal cities Bayabella and Potestana, as well as Oddabrio (Altan-qota), the historical capital of the Ardala Khanate.

The coast of Islamagna.
Doruna
Population: 1,055,820 Area: 12,856 km² Density: 82/km² Capital: Markellia (pop. 119,456) Notable cities: Sekundia (pop. 87,635), Granfoge (pop. 62,910), Murengo (pop. 52,162)  Doruna, meaning the Eastern Region, features many valleys and mountains and has a similar vegetation to Terra Violeta. The capital Markellia is a picturesque town surrounded by vineyards and orchards, offering a taste of the region's agricultural richness, while Tenge is notable for its seaside resorts, both located on the more densely populated northern part of the region. Meanwhile, the southern cities of Kadivale and Urruma offer a gateway to the mountainous and sparsely populated lands of south Vallivante, where many explorers partake in travels towards the upper reaches of the Irto River.

The landscape around the city of Murengo.
Oltoveno
Population: 903,482 Area: 21,561 km² Density: 42/km² Capital: Gallasera (pop. 60,781) Notable cities: Ettore (pop. 52,410), Andona (pop. 42,345), Giakinia (pop. 41,859) Oltoveno is located on the central lands of Giovandolia and offers diverse landscapes. In the north, cities such as Andona and Quirino are good starting points for itineraries to explore the valleys of the Mellito River and the Altandobbo Mountains located on its northern border. The capital Gallasera and the city of Giakinia are known for their lively culture and nightlife, while in the south, the city of Ettore is the gateway for the southern regions of Kordelleria and Vallemuni.

The capital Gallasera and the Irto River.
Vallemuni
Population: 1,748,631 Area: 28,009 km² Density: 62/km² Capital: Gioseppole (pop. 161,914) Notable cities: Daurone (pop. 115,477), Purpurana (pop. 100,336), Amorio (pop. 63,209) Vallemuni is known both for its artistic prowess and scenic nature. The capital Gioseppole is known for its grand theaters, art galleries, and street performances, as well as the Gioseppole Arts Festival, the largest in southern Giovandolia. Other cities such as Amorio and Daurone feature interesting architecture on the riverbanks of the Emuno, while the southern areas (the extreme south of Giovanniland overall) are known for eco-tourism, and natural reserves mainly the south. There are many options of trails and safaris for the tourists seeking to uncover the vast diversity of the grasslands and savannas, while being mindful about protecting the environment.

The city of Gioseppole during one of its Arts Festivals.
Kordelleria
Population: 738,765 Area: 84,020 km² Density: 9/km² Capital: L'Apertura (pop. 49,512) Notable cities: Monteventi (pop. 30,190), Pando (pop. 22,246), Larone (pop. 19,121)  Last but not least, Kordelleria is the largest and also most sparsely populated region of Giovanniland, dominated by the majestic peaks and tranquil valleys of the Giovandolian Mountains, and home to coniferous forests not found anywhere else in the country. The capital L'Apertura is located in the main mountain pass that connects the lands north and south of the mountains. It's also a common starting point on tours to explore the vast mountainous region, while the small villages throughout the way are serene and idyllic places to stop by between the large hiking trails of an itinerary. If one is daring enough, an unique experience is to visit the Violeta Peak, the highest point of Giovanniland.

The Violet Peak during winter.

FSTV 2 - Military Morning

Cpt. Natali Alexandrov, Host: Welcome back to Military Morning, here on FSTV 2. As announced yesterday afternoon by Stavka through Ukaz 231125-01, the Field Commander of the Far-Eastern Control Zone, General Iosip Frank, has been named as Vice Chairman of Stavka. He is to hold both roles as Vice Chair and Field Commander, the latter role he attained back in the springtime during the Rugby World Cup here in Dalimbar. We would like to welcome General Frank to the show to get his take on his new position and the overall situation.
Gen. Iosip Frank: It is a pleasure to be here. May the Path and our ancestors bless our frontline troops.
Cpt. Alexandrov: Indeed, sir. First off, on behalf of all of us Dalimbari, especially active-duty, a heartfelt congratulations on your new role. This has been a busy year for you, right?
Gen. Frank: Thank you, Captain. I would like to thank the Marshal and all my colleagues in Stavka for the confidence that they have seen in me to permit me to serve in both Vice Chair and Field Command roles. It is an honour to serve our Free State in both functions. I would also like to take this time to thank my good friend Admiral Kresco for his services as Vice Chair these past several years, he was a strong force within Stavka and I hope that he enjoys the gosdacha in 8. Along with the Marshal, Mihovil was a mentor to me and he will be missed in command.
Cpt. Alexandrov: I'm sure many active-duty Dalimbari have heard your story now, but would you mind telling us a bit about your younger years?
Gen. Frank: Oh absolutely! As I'm sure many of the lads know, I'm not a Starija-born lad, my family was based in Selia when I was born. Dad was a Colonel in the army but often served frontline in the Far-East and Yugodalia. As with many Dalimbari, we kids followed the paths of our forefathers, playing rugby in school and academy, going through training, and starting to make our way through service. For me, while Saint Andreisburg is our founding place and capital, Selia is... home. Even if I don't get to see it often, as I have been fortunate to tour around our great and splendid country throughout my career.
Cpt. Alexandrov: The 16th Tank Division in particular must be proud of your accomplishments. 
Gen. Frank: I have fond memories of my time with the 16th Tank. Our work in the Far-East was and continues to be essential to ensure the survival of the Free State and to consolidate and integrate the Far-East onto the Path. I'm always happy to start blasting at barbaric terrorists and their ilk if they dare threaten our Free State. We show no mercy.
Our glorious Marshal Briand and the rest of my colleagues on Stavka want to ensure that the Far-East is a peaceful as the Starija, and as Vice Chair and Field Commander, that is my mission. 
Cpt. Alexandrov: And we thank you for your service, sir. We're going to take a quick commercial break, and after we'll continue to talk to Gen. Frank. Stay tuned!

A Joint Post Between Saint Mark and Giovanniland
 

 
 
Prince Marcarius arrived with Clarkson at the beautifully inlaid door of King Giovanni’s suite and knocked. He looked forward to this tea. His visits with His Majesty were always cordial … and with everything that had been happening, the prince needed to chat with a friend.
King Giovanni then opened the door. “Your Serene Highness, it’s great to see you!”, he said, and invited the Prince to sit at a carefully prepared table for the occasion.
 “I’m delighted to see you as well, Your Majesty!” the prince replied as he took his seat. He noted that the king’s suite, which was just down the hall from his own, was very similar. The heavy drapes were purple instead of gold and the sitting room seemed a bit larger, but otherwise they were nearly identical. “Tell me, Gio,” the prince continued, dropping formalities after the greeting, “How was your journey, did the protests affect you at all?”
“My journey was great, I’ve heard about the protests in Ryxtylopia and I worry about the situation in the country but thankfully they did not affect my arrival here. This country is interesting, the climate is a tad colder than Giovanniland or Saint Mark but the culture and atmosphere seems very lively,” the King commented.
“I’m so glad you arrived without incident. My private train was stopped briefly on the outskirts of the capital, but otherwise, my journey was pleasant as well. I agree that Ryxtylopia is worth the visit. Its coastline is gorgeous and I find the cooler temperatures refreshing. My family has had a fishing cottage here for centuries. I must admit, though, I haven’t been there since I was a boy. I see your team isn’t faring as well as they had in past years. What do you think their chances are of fighting their way back?”
“Ah, traveling across Aura by train sounds like a lovely experience! I arrived here through a plane departing the Giovanni the Great International Airport back in the capital city Giovannia, but I can imagine that the train voyage surely must’ve been interesting, besides the incident you 
talked about.”
“Oh, aside from sailing, train travel is my favorite!” the prince interrupted. “You should accompany me back to Sanctus Leo when the games are finished!”
“I’d love to do that! Thanks for the invite, I look forward to that.”
“Splendid! I’ll have Clarkson contact your man and make the arrangements.” 
King Giovanni nodded. Then, he went back to the previous question and replied: “As for Giovanniland’s team, indeed I’m afraid they haven’t been doing as well as before, especially in comparison to the two Summer Esferiads in which they twice were awarded silver medals. That said, there’s still one match, and qualifying remains a possibility due to the team’s victory in Matchday 1. Provided we win and the right set of results happens, I’m confident that we can make it through!”
“Best of luck to you! Frankly, Saint Mark has been doing better than I had hoped. We aren’t out of it either. That match against Nieubasria was amazing! Our next match will be another tough one, though … Fujai. They really are a better team, but you never know. Luck may be on our side.”
“Thanks! The Markan team has been impressive and very solid, I see it’s undefeated so far and also managed to hold the defending champions to a draw most recently. Good luck to Saint Mark in the match against Fujai and in the knockout stage if you advance!”
“Thank you!”
The King then started a new topic of conversation. “So, how are things going for you and for Saint Mark overall?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about the Zoranian bill that has just been signed into law. I can hardly believe how short-sighted they’re being. Markan investment in Zoran will dry up without a doubt. I realize the Zoranians are going through an intensification of nationalism triggered by their recent Civil War, but we supported them, both during and after the conflict! I guess sometimes emotions trump reason.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about the bill”, replied Giovanni. “My royal family does have properties that are now threatened there, but much fewer in comparison to the Markan houses’ estates, I believe. I do agree with you that Zoran is shooting itself in the foot, ultimately. At least the other controversial bill was vetoed, I’m sure the Giovannese and Lavandulan minorities living there are relieved by that.”     
“I’m sure you’re right. That, at least, is a bit of a bright spot. There are, of course, some Markans living there as well. Many less than before the war, but still some. The Queen and I spoke and a joint commission between our nations to iron out the property transfer is a possibility. Perhaps something can be salvaged when passions cool. We’ll see.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear. Also, how is Saint Mark internally?”
“We’re doing well, thank you. We have begun talks with Arifiyyah on a high-speed rail route between our two nations. It’s in the early stages, but is a dream of mine. I suppose that isn’t really internal news, though, is it? Hmmm … let’s see …. Our archeologists have discovered a new tomb near Halomarch! It’s fascinating, really, and could shed a lot of light on early Markan history, well before the Founding. How are things in Giovanniland?”
“Those are good news, I’m glad to hear about both these happenings! In Giovanniland, the Prime Minister has recently sent me the monthly report about the national economy, it describes positive numbers for most of the economic sectors which is wonderful. Furthermore, December will be a culturally significant month for our nation, since both the 1423 Chess Championship and the Lavender Festival will happen, two of the most famous Giovannilandian events! If you are able to, I invite you to attend at least one of them, I’m sure it will be a great time.”
“I would be delighted to attend! Clarkson will check my schedule and get back to your office. It’s always good to catch up with you, Gio.”
“Likewise, Marcarius! The relationship that we have enjoyed on a personal level is wonderful, just like the centuries-long one between our nations.”
The two monarchs talked long after the tea things were cleared. 
 

soccer match - Made with PosterMyWall (1).mp4  THE LAST (and hardest) MATCH IS HERE!
Hello everyone, i'm Nico from Tiveria 'I Zuja, and i'm here today to talk about the upcoming match.
This will be Candelù's last match in the group  stage of the world cup, and it will be, at the same time, the hardest. Our team will go against Nieubasria's squad, last year's winner.
Though, the result won't matter too much, so Candelù will end up in the Elimination stage (unless the team doesn't lose by too many points... hopefully not.)
That's all for today, and we'll see you later today for the match. And as always, keep fanning, football fans.









...i should take a break from this thing.









Lunga Vià al 'emperator!

Hotel Royale, 07:24
Gofain made a good run across the northern sectors and arrived outside the Hotel Royale well inside the time Lord Silakh had allocated for the job. The only slight delay had been a queue of market stallers lining up to get onto the Temple Plaza for the midweek debates. These days, it seemed to Gofain, Old Zona kept to its bed until after eight, as if afraid of what horrors might roam in the dark hours of night.
He rolled in under the wrought iron frame of the hotel’s awning, quietly wondering how long it would be before even that was taken for war metal, and glanced around. There was no one about except for an ancient old porter dozing on a folding chair amongst a half-dozen empty boxes, and a gaggle of housekeepers smoking together by the service door down the side of the building.
Gofain was about to get down out of the cab when the glass and varnished wood of the hotel’s front doors flashed in the early sunlight, and a mob of dark figures strode out purposefully towards him.
They were fliers, he knew that at once by the swagger of them, but not locals. Nor were they wearing the black and grey coats and flight armour of Imperial aviators. There were at least a dozen, dressed in quilted flightsuits and brown leather coats, carrying equipment packs loosely over their shoulders. They were unusually tall and well-proportioned individuals, slender and uniformly black-haired. And they weren’t all male. At least three of them–including, it seemed, the figure leading them towards the transport – were women.
Gofain got out and walked round to the back of the transport to drop the tailgate. He nodded a greeting to the first of the newcomers, trying to get a decent look at the insignia on the coat sleeve, but the young man spared him not a second glance and simply hoisted in his kit bag and climbed up after it.
Only the woman paused. She had cold, searching eyes and a slim jaw that seemed to be set permanently in a gritted clench. Her black hair was cropped short.
"Transport to MAB North?" she asked Gofain. She spoke her Astintzen with a foreign accent that sounded rather odd and nasal to him.
"Yes, ma'am. To the dispersal station." 
"That’s 'commander'," she corrected, hauling herself up into the transport. "Carry on."
Gofain waited for the last of them to climb aboard, then shut the gate. He limped back round to the cab and started the engine.
Outlander. That’s what it had said on the woman’s silver shoulder badge. Imperial (Outlander) XV, embossed on a scroll backed by a phoenix that clutched two spears in its talons.
He drove them through Almat's borough and turned North towards the base. On University Street, a pair of Firebirds went over at about five hundred metres, turning South and West. Gofain looked up to watch them pass. In the driving mirror, he saw the fliers in the back do the same.
 
 
Zona Historical District, 07:35
The service had finished, and the faithful were filing out, most stopping to light candles at the votary shrine. Candles for the lost, or those who might soon be.
As usual, as she did every morning, Reba het Aiksh lit three: one for Bàch, one for her brother, Vero, and one for whoever might need it.
She was tired. Night shift at the manufactory had really taken it out of her. It had been a struggle not to sleep through the Temple Knight's reading. If she’d been any warmer, she surely would have dozed off. But her coat was too thin: a second-hand summer coat, not even lined. Perhaps next month, with her next wages and what she had put aside, she’d be able to pick up a winter jacket or better from the Order supply.
As she turned from the candle-stand, she knocked against someone waiting their turn to light an offering. It was the man she’d seen by the temple door on her way in for the service. Tall, dark-haired, another outsider. He had a sad face. He was dressed like a soldier, and had that scent of machine oil and smoke about him.
"My pardon, ma'am." he said at once. She nodded 'no harm', but kept a distance as she went by. He’d been talking to himself when she’d first seen him. A stranger, maybe with battle-psychosis. That was the sort of trouble she didn’t need.
In fact, the only thing she needed was her rest. She could be home by a quarter to the hour, and that would give her three hours’ sleep before she’d have to rise and dress for her day job at the pier. When that was over, at evening bell, she’d have an hour to nap before the night shift at the manufactory began.
She hurried out through the temple doors into a cold street where full daylight now shone, and made her weary way back towards home.

A Joint Post Between Saint Mark and Giovanniland
 

 
 
Prince Marcarius arrived with Clarkson at the beautifully inlaid door of King Giovanni’s suite and knocked. He looked forward to this tea. His visits with His Majesty were always cordial … and with everything that had been happening, the prince needed to chat with a friend.
King Giovanni then opened the door. “Your Serene Highness, it’s great to see you!”, he said, and invited the Prince to sit at a carefully prepared table for the occasion.
 “I’m delighted to see you as well, Your Majesty!” the prince replied as he took his seat. He noted that the king’s suite, which was just down the hall from his own, was very similar. The heavy drapes were purple instead of gold and the sitting room seemed a bit larger, but otherwise they were nearly identical. “Tell me, Gio,” the prince continued, dropping formalities after the greeting, “How was your journey, did the protests affect you at all?”
“My journey was great, I’ve heard about the protests in Ryxtylopia and I worry about the situation in the country but thankfully they did not affect my arrival here. This country is interesting, the climate is a tad colder than Giovanniland or Saint Mark but the culture and atmosphere seems very lively,” the King commented.
“I’m so glad you arrived without incident. My private train was stopped briefly on the outskirts of the capital, but otherwise, my journey was pleasant as well. I agree that Ryxtylopia is worth the visit. Its coastline is gorgeous and I find the cooler temperatures refreshing. My family has had a fishing cottage here for centuries. I must admit, though, I haven’t been there since I was a boy. I see your team isn’t faring as well as they had in past years. What do you think their chances are of fighting their way back?”
“Ah, traveling across Aura by train sounds like a lovely experience! I arrived here through a plane departing the Giovanni the Great International Airport back in the capital city Giovannia, but I can imagine that the train voyage surely must’ve been interesting, besides the incident you 
talked about.”
“Oh, aside from sailing, train travel is my favorite!” the prince interrupted. “You should accompany me back to Sanctus Leo when the games are finished!”
“I’d love to do that! Thanks for the invite, I look forward to that.”
“Splendid! I’ll have Clarkson contact your man and make the arrangements.” 
King Giovanni nodded. Then, he went back to the previous question and replied: “As for Giovanniland’s team, indeed I’m afraid they haven’t been doing as well as before, especially in comparison to the two Summer Esferiads in which they twice were awarded silver medals. That said, there’s still one match, and qualifying remains a possibility due to the team’s victory in Matchday 1. Provided we win and the right set of results happens, I’m confident that we can make it through!”
“Best of luck to you! Frankly, Saint Mark has been doing better than I had hoped. We aren’t out of it either. That match against Nieubasria was amazing! Our next match will be another tough one, though … Fujai. They really are a better team, but you never know. Luck may be on our side.”
“Thanks! The Markan team has been impressive and very solid, I see it’s undefeated so far and also managed to hold the defending champions to a draw most recently. Good luck to Saint Mark in the match against Fujai and in the knockout stage if you advance!”
“Thank you!”
The King then started a new topic of conversation. “So, how are things going for you and for Saint Mark overall?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about the Zoranian bill that has just been signed into law. I can hardly believe how short-sighted they’re being. Markan investment in Zoran will dry up without a doubt. I realize the Zoranians are going through an intensification of nationalism triggered by their recent Civil War, but we supported them, both during and after the conflict! I guess sometimes emotions trump reason.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about the bill”, replied Giovanni. “My royal family does have properties that are now threatened there, but much fewer in comparison to the Markan houses’ estates, I believe. I do agree with you that Zoran is shooting itself in the foot, ultimately. At least the other controversial bill was vetoed, I’m sure the Giovannese and Lavandulan minorities living there are relieved by that.”     
“I’m sure you’re right. That, at least, is a bit of a bright spot. There are, of course, some Markans living there as well. Many less than before the war, but still some. The Queen and I spoke and a joint commission between our nations to iron out the property transfer is a possibility. Perhaps something can be salvaged when passions cool. We’ll see.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear. Also, how is Saint Mark internally?”
“We’re doing well, thank you. We have begun talks with Arifiyyah on a high-speed rail route between our two nations. It’s in the early stages, but is a dream of mine. I suppose that isn’t really internal news, though, is it? Hmmm … let’s see …. Our archeologists have discovered a new tomb near Halomarch! It’s fascinating, really, and could shed a lot of light on early Markan history, well before the Founding. How are things in Giovanniland?”
“Those are good news, I’m glad to hear about both these happenings! In Giovanniland, the Prime Minister has recently sent me the monthly report about the national economy, it describes positive numbers for most of the economic sectors which is wonderful. Furthermore, December will be a culturally significant month for our nation, since both the 1423 Chess Championship and the Lavender Festival will happen, two of the most famous Giovannilandian events! If you are able to, I invite you to attend at least one of them, I’m sure it will be a great time.”
“I would be delighted to attend! Clarkson will check my schedule and get back to your office. It’s always good to catch up with you, Gio.”
“Likewise, Marcarius! The relationship that we have enjoyed on a personal level is wonderful, just like the centuries-long one between our nations.”
The two monarchs talked long after the tea things were cleared. 
 

A Joint Post Between Saint Mark and Giovanniland
 

 
 
Prince Marcarius arrived with Clarkson at the beautifully inlaid door of King Giovanni’s suite and knocked. He looked forward to this tea. His visits with His Majesty were always cordial … and with everything that had been happening, the prince needed to chat with a friend.
King Giovanni then opened the door. “Your Serene Highness, it’s great to see you!”, he said, and invited the Prince to sit at a carefully prepared table for the occasion.
 “I’m delighted to see you as well, Your Majesty!” the prince replied as he took his seat. He noted that the king’s suite, which was just down the hall from his own, was very similar. The heavy drapes were purple instead of gold and the sitting room seemed a bit larger, but otherwise they were nearly identical. “Tell me, Gio,” the prince continued, dropping formalities after the greeting, “How was your journey, did the protests affect you at all?”
“My journey was great, I’ve heard about the protests in Ryxtylopia and I worry about the situation in the country but thankfully they did not affect my arrival here. This country is interesting, the climate is a tad colder than Giovanniland or Saint Mark but the culture and atmosphere seems very lively,” the King commented.
“I’m so glad you arrived without incident. My private train was stopped briefly on the outskirts of the capital, but otherwise, my journey was pleasant as well. I agree that Ryxtylopia is worth the visit. Its coastline is gorgeous and I find the cooler temperatures refreshing. My family has had a fishing cottage here for centuries. I must admit, though, I haven’t been there since I was a boy. I see your team isn’t faring as well as they had in past years. What do you think their chances are of fighting their way back?”
“Ah, traveling across Aura by train sounds like a lovely experience! I arrived here through a plane departing the Giovanni the Great International Airport back in the capital city Giovannia, but I can imagine that the train voyage surely must’ve been interesting, besides the incident you 
talked about.”
“Oh, aside from sailing, train travel is my favorite!” the prince interrupted. “You should accompany me back to Sanctus Leo when the games are finished!”
“I’d love to do that! Thanks for the invite, I look forward to that.”
“Splendid! I’ll have Clarkson contact your man and make the arrangements.” 
King Giovanni nodded. Then, he went back to the previous question and replied: “As for Giovanniland’s team, indeed I’m afraid they haven’t been doing as well as before, especially in comparison to the two Summer Esferiads in which they twice were awarded silver medals. That said, there’s still one match, and qualifying remains a possibility due to the team’s victory in Matchday 1. Provided we win and the right set of results happens, I’m confident that we can make it through!”
“Best of luck to you! Frankly, Saint Mark has been doing better than I had hoped. We aren’t out of it either. That match against Nieubasria was amazing! Our next match will be another tough one, though … Fujai. They really are a better team, but you never know. Luck may be on our side.”
“Thanks! The Markan team has been impressive and very solid, I see it’s undefeated so far and also managed to hold the defending champions to a draw most recently. Good luck to Saint Mark in the match against Fujai and in the knockout stage if you advance!”
“Thank you!”
The King then started a new topic of conversation. “So, how are things going for you and for Saint Mark overall?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about the Zoranian bill that has just been signed into law. I can hardly believe how short-sighted they’re being. Markan investment in Zoran will dry up without a doubt. I realize the Zoranians are going through an intensification of nationalism triggered by their recent Civil War, but we supported them, both during and after the conflict! I guess sometimes emotions trump reason.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about the bill”, replied Giovanni. “My royal family does have properties that are now threatened there, but much fewer in comparison to the Markan houses’ estates, I believe. I do agree with you that Zoran is shooting itself in the foot, ultimately. At least the other controversial bill was vetoed, I’m sure the Giovannese and Lavandulan minorities living there are relieved by that.”     
“I’m sure you’re right. That, at least, is a bit of a bright spot. There are, of course, some Markans living there as well. Many less than before the war, but still some. The Queen and I spoke and a joint commission between our nations to iron out the property transfer is a possibility. Perhaps something can be salvaged when passions cool. We’ll see.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear. Also, how is Saint Mark internally?”
“We’re doing well, thank you. We have begun talks with Arifiyyah on a high-speed rail route between our two nations. It’s in the early stages, but is a dream of mine. I suppose that isn’t really internal news, though, is it? Hmmm … let’s see …. Our archeologists have discovered a new tomb near Halomarch! It’s fascinating, really, and could shed a lot of light on early Markan history, well before the Founding. How are things in Giovanniland?”
“Those are good news, I’m glad to hear about both these happenings! In Giovanniland, the Prime Minister has recently sent me the monthly report about the national economy, it describes positive numbers for most of the economic sectors which is wonderful. Furthermore, December will be a culturally significant month for our nation, since both the 1423 Chess Championship and the Lavender Festival will happen, two of the most famous Giovannilandian events! If you are able to, I invite you to attend at least one of them, I’m sure it will be a great time.”
“I would be delighted to attend! Clarkson will check my schedule and get back to your office. It’s always good to catch up with you, Gio.”
“Likewise, Marcarius! The relationship that we have enjoyed on a personal level is wonderful, just like the centuries-long one between our nations.”
The two monarchs talked long after the tea things were cleared. 
 

A Joint Post Between Saint Mark and Giovanniland
 

 
 
Prince Marcarius arrived with Clarkson at the beautifully inlaid door of King Giovanni’s suite and knocked. He looked forward to this tea. His visits with His Majesty were always cordial … and with everything that had been happening, the prince needed to chat with a friend.
King Giovanni then opened the door. “Your Serene Highness, it’s great to see you!”, he said, and invited the Prince to sit at a carefully prepared table for the occasion.
 “I’m delighted to see you as well, Your Majesty!” the prince replied as he took his seat. He noted that the king’s suite, which was just down the hall from his own, was very similar. The heavy drapes were purple instead of gold and the sitting room seemed a bit larger, but otherwise they were nearly identical. “Tell me, Gio,” the prince continued, dropping formalities after the greeting, “How was your journey, did the protests affect you at all?”
“My journey was great, I’ve heard about the protests in Ryxtylopia and I worry about the situation in the country but thankfully they did not affect my arrival here. This country is interesting, the climate is a tad colder than Giovanniland or Saint Mark but the culture and atmosphere seems very lively,” the King commented.
“I’m so glad you arrived without incident. My private train was stopped briefly on the outskirts of the capital, but otherwise, my journey was pleasant as well. I agree that Ryxtylopia is worth the visit. Its coastline is gorgeous and I find the cooler temperatures refreshing. My family has had a fishing cottage here for centuries. I must admit, though, I haven’t been there since I was a boy. I see your team isn’t faring as well as they had in past years. What do you think their chances are of fighting their way back?”
“Ah, traveling across Aura by train sounds like a lovely experience! I arrived here through a plane departing the Giovanni the Great International Airport back in the capital city Giovannia, but I can imagine that the train voyage surely must’ve been interesting, besides the incident you 
talked about.”
“Oh, aside from sailing, train travel is my favorite!” the prince interrupted. “You should accompany me back to Sanctus Leo when the games are finished!”
“I’d love to do that! Thanks for the invite, I look forward to that.”
“Splendid! I’ll have Clarkson contact your man and make the arrangements.” 
King Giovanni nodded. Then, he went back to the previous question and replied: “As for Giovanniland’s team, indeed I’m afraid they haven’t been doing as well as before, especially in comparison to the two Summer Esferiads in which they twice were awarded silver medals. That said, there’s still one match, and qualifying remains a possibility due to the team’s victory in Matchday 1. Provided we win and the right set of results happens, I’m confident that we can make it through!”
“Best of luck to you! Frankly, Saint Mark has been doing better than I had hoped. We aren’t out of it either. That match against Nieubasria was amazing! Our next match will be another tough one, though … Fujai. They really are a better team, but you never know. Luck may be on our side.”
“Thanks! The Markan team has been impressive and very solid, I see it’s undefeated so far and also managed to hold the defending champions to a draw most recently. Good luck to Saint Mark in the match against Fujai and in the knockout stage if you advance!”
“Thank you!”
The King then started a new topic of conversation. “So, how are things going for you and for Saint Mark overall?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about the Zoranian bill that has just been signed into law. I can hardly believe how short-sighted they’re being. Markan investment in Zoran will dry up without a doubt. I realize the Zoranians are going through an intensification of nationalism triggered by their recent Civil War, but we supported them, both during and after the conflict! I guess sometimes emotions trump reason.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about the bill”, replied Giovanni. “My royal family does have properties that are now threatened there, but much fewer in comparison to the Markan houses’ estates, I believe. I do agree with you that Zoran is shooting itself in the foot, ultimately. At least the other controversial bill was vetoed, I’m sure the Giovannese and Lavandulan minorities living there are relieved by that.”     
“I’m sure you’re right. That, at least, is a bit of a bright spot. There are, of course, some Markans living there as well. Many less than before the war, but still some. The Queen and I spoke and a joint commission between our nations to iron out the property transfer is a possibility. Perhaps something can be salvaged when passions cool. We’ll see.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear. Also, how is Saint Mark internally?”
“We’re doing well, thank you. We have begun talks with Arifiyyah on a high-speed rail route between our two nations. It’s in the early stages, but is a dream of mine. I suppose that isn’t really internal news, though, is it? Hmmm … let’s see …. Our archeologists have discovered a new tomb near Halomarch! It’s fascinating, really, and could shed a lot of light on early Markan history, well before the Founding. How are things in Giovanniland?”
“Those are good news, I’m glad to hear about both these happenings! In Giovanniland, the Prime Minister has recently sent me the monthly report about the national economy, it describes positive numbers for most of the economic sectors which is wonderful. Furthermore, December will be a culturally significant month for our nation, since both the 1423 Chess Championship and the Lavender Festival will happen, two of the most famous Giovannilandian events! If you are able to, I invite you to attend at least one of them, I’m sure it will be a great time.”
“I would be delighted to attend! Clarkson will check my schedule and get back to your office. It’s always good to catch up with you, Gio.”
“Likewise, Marcarius! The relationship that we have enjoyed on a personal level is wonderful, just like the centuries-long one between our nations.”
The two monarchs talked long after the tea things were cleared. 
 

A Joint Post Between Saint Mark and Giovanniland
 

 
 
Prince Marcarius arrived with Clarkson at the beautifully inlaid door of King Giovanni’s suite and knocked. He looked forward to this tea. His visits with His Majesty were always cordial … and with everything that had been happening, the prince needed to chat with a friend.
King Giovanni then opened the door. “Your Serene Highness, it’s great to see you!”, he said, and invited the Prince to sit at a carefully prepared table for the occasion.
 “I’m delighted to see you as well, Your Majesty!” the prince replied as he took his seat. He noted that the king’s suite, which was just down the hall from his own, was very similar. The heavy drapes were purple instead of gold and the sitting room seemed a bit larger, but otherwise they were nearly identical. “Tell me, Gio,” the prince continued, dropping formalities after the greeting, “How was your journey, did the protests affect you at all?”
“My journey was great, I’ve heard about the protests in Ryxtylopia and I worry about the situation in the country but thankfully they did not affect my arrival here. This country is interesting, the climate is a tad colder than Giovanniland or Saint Mark but the culture and atmosphere seems very lively,” the King commented.
“I’m so glad you arrived without incident. My private train was stopped briefly on the outskirts of the capital, but otherwise, my journey was pleasant as well. I agree that Ryxtylopia is worth the visit. Its coastline is gorgeous and I find the cooler temperatures refreshing. My family has had a fishing cottage here for centuries. I must admit, though, I haven’t been there since I was a boy. I see your team isn’t faring as well as they had in past years. What do you think their chances are of fighting their way back?”
“Ah, traveling across Aura by train sounds like a lovely experience! I arrived here through a plane departing the Giovanni the Great International Airport back in the capital city Giovannia, but I can imagine that the train voyage surely must’ve been interesting, besides the incident you 
talked about.”
“Oh, aside from sailing, train travel is my favorite!” the prince interrupted. “You should accompany me back to Sanctus Leo when the games are finished!”
“I’d love to do that! Thanks for the invite, I look forward to that.”
“Splendid! I’ll have Clarkson contact your man and make the arrangements.” 
King Giovanni nodded. Then, he went back to the previous question and replied: “As for Giovanniland’s team, indeed I’m afraid they haven’t been doing as well as before, especially in comparison to the two Summer Esferiads in which they twice were awarded silver medals. That said, there’s still one match, and qualifying remains a possibility due to the team’s victory in Matchday 1. Provided we win and the right set of results happens, I’m confident that we can make it through!”
“Best of luck to you! Frankly, Saint Mark has been doing better than I had hoped. We aren’t out of it either. That match against Nieubasria was amazing! Our next match will be another tough one, though … Fujai. They really are a better team, but you never know. Luck may be on our side.”
“Thanks! The Markan team has been impressive and very solid, I see it’s undefeated so far and also managed to hold the defending champions to a draw most recently. Good luck to Saint Mark in the match against Fujai and in the knockout stage if you advance!”
“Thank you!”
The King then started a new topic of conversation. “So, how are things going for you and for Saint Mark overall?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about the Zoranian bill that has just been signed into law. I can hardly believe how short-sighted they’re being. Markan investment in Zoran will dry up without a doubt. I realize the Zoranians are going through an intensification of nationalism triggered by their recent Civil War, but we supported them, both during and after the conflict! I guess sometimes emotions trump reason.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about the bill”, replied Giovanni. “My royal family does have properties that are now threatened there, but much fewer in comparison to the Markan houses’ estates, I believe. I do agree with you that Zoran is shooting itself in the foot, ultimately. At least the other controversial bill was vetoed, I’m sure the Giovannese and Lavandulan minorities living there are relieved by that.”     
“I’m sure you’re right. That, at least, is a bit of a bright spot. There are, of course, some Markans living there as well. Many less than before the war, but still some. The Queen and I spoke and a joint commission between our nations to iron out the property transfer is a possibility. Perhaps something can be salvaged when passions cool. We’ll see.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear. Also, how is Saint Mark internally?”
“We’re doing well, thank you. We have begun talks with Arifiyyah on a high-speed rail route between our two nations. It’s in the early stages, but is a dream of mine. I suppose that isn’t really internal news, though, is it? Hmmm … let’s see …. Our archeologists have discovered a new tomb near Halomarch! It’s fascinating, really, and could shed a lot of light on early Markan history, well before the Founding. How are things in Giovanniland?”
“Those are good news, I’m glad to hear about both these happenings! In Giovanniland, the Prime Minister has recently sent me the monthly report about the national economy, it describes positive numbers for most of the economic sectors which is wonderful. Furthermore, December will be a culturally significant month for our nation, since both the 1423 Chess Championship and the Lavender Festival will happen, two of the most famous Giovannilandian events! If you are able to, I invite you to attend at least one of them, I’m sure it will be a great time.”
“I would be delighted to attend! Clarkson will check my schedule and get back to your office. It’s always good to catch up with you, Gio.”
“Likewise, Marcarius! The relationship that we have enjoyed on a personal level is wonderful, just like the centuries-long one between our nations.”
The two monarchs talked long after the tea things were cleared. 
 

A Joint Post Between Saint Mark and Giovanniland
 

 
 
Prince Marcarius arrived with Clarkson at the beautifully inlaid door of King Giovanni’s suite and knocked. He looked forward to this tea. His visits with His Majesty were always cordial … and with everything that had been happening, the prince needed to chat with a friend.
King Giovanni then opened the door. “Your Serene Highness, it’s great to see you!”, he said, and invited the Prince to sit at a carefully prepared table for the occasion.
 “I’m delighted to see you as well, Your Majesty!” the prince replied as he took his seat. He noted that the king’s suite, which was just down the hall from his own, was very similar. The heavy drapes were purple instead of gold and the sitting room seemed a bit larger, but otherwise they were nearly identical. “Tell me, Gio,” the prince continued, dropping formalities after the greeting, “How was your journey, did the protests affect you at all?”
“My journey was great, I’ve heard about the protests in Ryxtylopia and I worry about the situation in the country but thankfully they did not affect my arrival here. This country is interesting, the climate is a tad colder than Giovanniland or Saint Mark but the culture and atmosphere seems very lively,” the King commented.
“I’m so glad you arrived without incident. My private train was stopped briefly on the outskirts of the capital, but otherwise, my journey was pleasant as well. I agree that Ryxtylopia is worth the visit. Its coastline is gorgeous and I find the cooler temperatures refreshing. My family has had a fishing cottage here for centuries. I must admit, though, I haven’t been there since I was a boy. I see your team isn’t faring as well as they had in past years. What do you think their chances are of fighting their way back?”
“Ah, traveling across Aura by train sounds like a lovely experience! I arrived here through a plane departing the Giovanni the Great International Airport back in the capital city Giovannia, but I can imagine that the train voyage surely must’ve been interesting, besides the incident you 
talked about.”
“Oh, aside from sailing, train travel is my favorite!” the prince interrupted. “You should accompany me back to Sanctus Leo when the games are finished!”
“I’d love to do that! Thanks for the invite, I look forward to that.”
“Splendid! I’ll have Clarkson contact your man and make the arrangements.” 
King Giovanni nodded. Then, he went back to the previous question and replied: “As for Giovanniland’s team, indeed I’m afraid they haven’t been doing as well as before, especially in comparison to the two Summer Esferiads in which they twice were awarded silver medals. That said, there’s still one match, and qualifying remains a possibility due to the team’s victory in Matchday 1. Provided we win and the right set of results happens, I’m confident that we can make it through!”
“Best of luck to you! Frankly, Saint Mark has been doing better than I had hoped. We aren’t out of it either. That match against Nieubasria was amazing! Our next match will be another tough one, though … Fujai. They really are a better team, but you never know. Luck may be on our side.”
“Thanks! The Markan team has been impressive and very solid, I see it’s undefeated so far and also managed to hold the defending champions to a draw most recently. Good luck to Saint Mark in the match against Fujai and in the knockout stage if you advance!”
“Thank you!”
The King then started a new topic of conversation. “So, how are things going for you and for Saint Mark overall?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about the Zoranian bill that has just been signed into law. I can hardly believe how short-sighted they’re being. Markan investment in Zoran will dry up without a doubt. I realize the Zoranians are going through an intensification of nationalism triggered by their recent Civil War, but we supported them, both during and after the conflict! I guess sometimes emotions trump reason.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about the bill”, replied Giovanni. “My royal family does have properties that are now threatened there, but much fewer in comparison to the Markan houses’ estates, I believe. I do agree with you that Zoran is shooting itself in the foot, ultimately. At least the other controversial bill was vetoed, I’m sure the Giovannese and Lavandulan minorities living there are relieved by that.”     
“I’m sure you’re right. That, at least, is a bit of a bright spot. There are, of course, some Markans living there as well. Many less than before the war, but still some. The Queen and I spoke and a joint commission between our nations to iron out the property transfer is a possibility. Perhaps something can be salvaged when passions cool. We’ll see.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear. Also, how is Saint Mark internally?”
“We’re doing well, thank you. We have begun talks with Arifiyyah on a high-speed rail route between our two nations. It’s in the early stages, but is a dream of mine. I suppose that isn’t really internal news, though, is it? Hmmm … let’s see …. Our archeologists have discovered a new tomb near Halomarch! It’s fascinating, really, and could shed a lot of light on early Markan history, well before the Founding. How are things in Giovanniland?”
“Those are good news, I’m glad to hear about both these happenings! In Giovanniland, the Prime Minister has recently sent me the monthly report about the national economy, it describes positive numbers for most of the economic sectors which is wonderful. Furthermore, December will be a culturally significant month for our nation, since both the 1423 Chess Championship and the Lavender Festival will happen, two of the most famous Giovannilandian events! If you are able to, I invite you to attend at least one of them, I’m sure it will be a great time.”
“I would be delighted to attend! Clarkson will check my schedule and get back to your office. It’s always good to catch up with you, Gio.”
“Likewise, Marcarius! The relationship that we have enjoyed on a personal level is wonderful, just like the centuries-long one between our nations.”
The two monarchs talked long after the tea things were cleared. 
 

Results of the 4th Match Day of the Group Stage
Group A Kalmach 1–3 Rivalfiume Ryxtylopia 4–3 Alchera (NPC) Larxia 3–2 Overthinkers Group A Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Ryxtylopia 4 2 2 0 8 6 +2 8 x 2 Larxia 4 2 1 1 9 7 +2 7 x 3 Overthinkers 4 2 1 1 6 4 +2 7 x 4 Rivalfiume 4 1 2 1 4 4 0 5 5 Alchera (NPC) 4 0 2 2 4 6 −2 2 6 Kalmach 4 0 2 2 5 9 −4 2 Group B Peourouin 0–0 Sekiya Cambria 4–1 Teralyon United Adaikes 1–0 Giovanniland Group B Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Cambria 4 4 0 0 14 6 +8 12 x 2 United Adaikes 4 3 0 1 3 2 +1 9 x 3 Sekiya 4 1 2 1 3 2 +1 5 x 4 Teralyon 4 1 1 2 4 6 −2 4 5 Giovanniland 4 1 0 3 3 7 −4 3 6 Peourouin 4 0 1 3 3 7 −4 1 Group C Ionia 1–5 Candelu Nieubasria 2–2 Saint Mark Fujai 0–2 Hertfordshire and Jammbo Group C Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Nieubasria 4 3 1 0 9 3 +6 10 x 2 Candelu 4 2 1 1 7 3 +4 7 x 3 Saint Mark 4 1 3 0 6 2 +4 6 4 Fujai 4 2 0 2 2 3 −1 6 5 Hertfordshire and Jammbo 4 1 1 2 4 4 0 4 6 Ionia 4 0 0 4 1 14 −13 0 e Group D Aukera 6–3 Pedandria Arifiyyah 4–1 Libterraria (NPC) Dalimbar 1–3 Zoran Group D Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Arifiyyah 4 4 0 0 9 3 +6 12 x 2 Zoran 4 3 0 1 9 5 +4 9 x 3 Aukera 4 2 1 1 10 7 +3 7 x 4 Dalimbar 4 1 1 2 4 6 −2 4 5 Libterraria (NPC) 4 1 0 3 6 9 −3 3 6 Pedandria 4 0 0 4 4 12 −8 0 e x - ensured qualification in the Knock-out stage e - eliminated in the race to the Knock-out stage

A joint post of Saint Mark and Zoran
 

 
A panel of the mahogany wall slid down, revealing a screen. Averton, the young footman attending Prince Marcarius on the Red & Gold, the private train of the Royal Household, checked the settings and then handed the remote to Clarkson, who handed it to the prince.
“Her Majesty will join momentarily, Your Highness. Shall I pour some more tea?”
“Yes, thank you, Clarkson.”
Queen Adsila appeared on the screen sitting behind her desk, her face cold and stoic.
“I take it that this isn’t one of your social calls, what is it that you wish to discuss, Marcarius?”
The prince admired the sheen of her long, wavy black hair, and how it emphasized her perfect cheekbones. “Ugh. there I go again. My mind stops working whenever I’m around her. This is business. I must focus.”
“Sadly, no, Adsila. I wish this were a social call. I would like to discuss your position on this land-grabbing bill that has just been passed in your legislature. As you know, many of our most prominent Houses have maintained estates in Zoran for centuries. Surely your lawmakers know that we pay significant taxes on these properties that do much to help support the local economies?”
The queen lets out a low chuckle,
“‘Land-grabbing,’ what an ironic phrase to use. I understand the concerns of your Houses but if you crack open a history book, you will find that many of those estates were gained through either forced resettlement, coercive treaties, and or aggression from Markan forces during the colonial era,” she says in a mirthless tone, “We have…tolerated the presence of the Houses within Zoran for a period of time but that has still left a foul taste in the mouths of the many Zoranians. The bill has passed the Council with near absolute majority on both sides of the political spectrum and frankly, it is a bill that could put my position at risk should I veto it.”
“In most cases, those properties were acquired over a millennium ago, and in all cases many centuries ago. What is this really about, Adsila? Why now? I thought our nations cooperated very nicely at the Maritime Conference last month, with each of us very happy with the Sea of the Wild Cry Protocols.”
“I do not decide the bills that are introduced into the Council. I can propose bills but this bill came from the Council itself,” she says as she shuffles a few papers on her desk, “the ancestral memory of the Zoranian people runs deep, Marcarius. Zoranian has generational trauma from it and holds deep grudges against the Markans for the colonial period. I understand your confusion but it is a cultural difference that I cannot do much about besides try to promote cooperation between our two people, which is what I am trying to do when it comes to drafting my reasoning for rejecting the Blood Alone Act. But, when it comes to the bill that seizes the property of the Houses, I have some troubling documents that I believe you may want to see from our recent delve into Corporate documents.”
“Of course, I’ll look at them. Another concern of mine is that this will through cold water on anyone from Saint Mark wanting to invest in Zoran. Why sink money into projects that could potentially be torn away from you? It sets a bad precedent.”
“Well, all I can say to that is be shrewd in your business dealings. Nationalization and seizure of property is nothing new in the world. Zoran is not the first to do it and it will certainly not be the last country to do it. But, like many things, actions come with consequences…even if those consequences do not come immediately.”
“While I understand you’re referring to the actions of my ancestors and the current-day consequences, what is more relevant is the consequences of this bill, should it become law, to the Zoran economy. I would hope that there are some in your government who might see that upon more cool reflection.”
“We have considered it, and when I say ‘we’ I mean my ministers and I, and while we do see the potential risks from Markan investors, Markans are not the only groups investing in Zoran. You are competing with Giovannilandians, the Astorrians, Overthinkers, various Nuran nations, etc. We might take a hit, yes, but nothing devastating.”
“Adsila, we are not talking in front of audiences right now. This is a private conversation between the two of us. You know that I know this already, and you know that this is not a sound move, either politically or economically. It’s pure theater for the masses. Again, just between us, why and why now?”
“There are actions that go beyond politics and economics, sometimes it is about doing the right thing. When it comes to the people who still mourn what we refer to as ‘The Age of Death,’ this is one of the best ways to get people to move on from those times. If you topple the figure that people look at to think of those times with hatred, soon they will look forward instead of back.”
Prince Marcarius sighed, realizing he would never understand a people who hold such a long grudge.
“Very well, Adsila. I see how your people are looking at this. In the best interests of both of our nations, perhaps Saint Mark can do something to help soothe the feelings of your people? I guess they have already forgotten the aid we provided in the recent civil disturbance.”
“We have had much patience and leniency with the Markans, we have not forgotten the kindness shown to us but there comes a time when patience runs out. At best I can see if I can get the Council to offer financial compensation to the Houses affected by this act but to veto it would be out of the question.”

“I see. Well, that is something to consider. I appreciate your taking the time to discuss this with me. I think I understand the position of your lawmakers better now, although I very much disagree with it. May we form a joint commission to try to come up with a solution that is palatable to both nations and that seeks to preserve our good relationship?”
“I shall see what I can do, but knowing the lawmakers it would be hard to get them to cooperate. In case this does not work with them, prepare to try and herd the Houses of your nation like cats.”
The prince blinked. Herd the Houses like cats? It must be something Zoranian that doesn’t quite translate.
“I appreciate your efforts. Our counterparts will keep the other informed throughout the process. My best wishes to you for your team’s success in the games!”
“Best of luck to your team as well. But do take a look at the documents that my intelligence director will send you, the evidence is damning enough to warrant an investigation. I have stayed my hand in terms of sending my intelligence officers over to investigate due to our trust in your ability to deal with it yourselves.”
“Absolutely. I will look into it even before we arrive in Ryxtylopia. Again, my best.”
 

A joint post of Saint Mark and Zoran
 

 
A panel of the mahogany wall slid down, revealing a screen. Averton, the young footman attending Prince Marcarius on the Red & Gold, the private train of the Royal Household, checked the settings and then handed the remote to Clarkson, who handed it to the prince.
“Her Majesty will join momentarily, Your Highness. Shall I pour some more tea?”
“Yes, thank you, Clarkson.”
Queen Adsila appeared on the screen sitting behind her desk, her face cold and stoic.
“I take it that this isn’t one of your social calls, what is it that you wish to discuss, Marcarius?”
The prince admired the sheen of her long, wavy black hair, and how it emphasized her perfect cheekbones. “Ugh. there I go again. My mind stops working whenever I’m around her. This is business. I must focus.”
“Sadly, no, Adsila. I wish this were a social call. I would like to discuss your position on this land-grabbing bill that has just been passed in your legislature. As you know, many of our most prominent Houses have maintained estates in Zoran for centuries. Surely your lawmakers know that we pay significant taxes on these properties that do much to help support the local economies?”
The queen lets out a low chuckle,
“‘Land-grabbing,’ what an ironic phrase to use. I understand the concerns of your Houses but if you crack open a history book, you will find that many of those estates were gained through either forced resettlement, coercive treaties, and or aggression from Markan forces during the colonial era,” she says in a mirthless tone, “We have…tolerated the presence of the Houses within Zoran for a period of time but that has still left a foul taste in the mouths of the many Zoranians. The bill has passed the Council with near absolute majority on both sides of the political spectrum and frankly, it is a bill that could put my position at risk should I veto it.”
“In most cases, those properties were acquired over a millennium ago, and in all cases many centuries ago. What is this really about, Adsila? Why now? I thought our nations cooperated very nicely at the Maritime Conference last month, with each of us very happy with the Sea of the Wild Cry Protocols.”
“I do not decide the bills that are introduced into the Council. I can propose bills but this bill came from the Council itself,” she says as she shuffles a few papers on her desk, “the ancestral memory of the Zoranian people runs deep, Marcarius. Zoranian has generational trauma from it and holds deep grudges against the Markans for the colonial period. I understand your confusion but it is a cultural difference that I cannot do much about besides try to promote cooperation between our two people, which is what I am trying to do when it comes to drafting my reasoning for rejecting the Blood Alone Act. But, when it comes to the bill that seizes the property of the Houses, I have some troubling documents that I believe you may want to see from our recent delve into Corporate documents.”
“Of course, I’ll look at them. Another concern of mine is that this will through cold water on anyone from Saint Mark wanting to invest in Zoran. Why sink money into projects that could potentially be torn away from you? It sets a bad precedent.”
“Well, all I can say to that is be shrewd in your business dealings. Nationalization and seizure of property is nothing new in the world. Zoran is not the first to do it and it will certainly not be the last country to do it. But, like many things, actions come with consequences…even if those consequences do not come immediately.”
“While I understand you’re referring to the actions of my ancestors and the current-day consequences, what is more relevant is the consequences of this bill, should it become law, to the Zoran economy. I would hope that there are some in your government who might see that upon more cool reflection.”
“We have considered it, and when I say ‘we’ I mean my ministers and I, and while we do see the potential risks from Markan investors, Markans are not the only groups investing in Zoran. You are competing with Giovannilandians, the Astorrians, Overthinkers, various Nuran nations, etc. We might take a hit, yes, but nothing devastating.”
“Adsila, we are not talking in front of audiences right now. This is a private conversation between the two of us. You know that I know this already, and you know that this is not a sound move, either politically or economically. It’s pure theater for the masses. Again, just between us, why and why now?”
“There are actions that go beyond politics and economics, sometimes it is about doing the right thing. When it comes to the people who still mourn what we refer to as ‘The Age of Death,’ this is one of the best ways to get people to move on from those times. If you topple the figure that people look at to think of those times with hatred, soon they will look forward instead of back.”
Prince Marcarius sighed, realizing he would never understand a people who hold such a long grudge.
“Very well, Adsila. I see how your people are looking at this. In the best interests of both of our nations, perhaps Saint Mark can do something to help soothe the feelings of your people? I guess they have already forgotten the aid we provided in the recent civil disturbance.”
“We have had much patience and leniency with the Markans, we have not forgotten the kindness shown to us but there comes a time when patience runs out. At best I can see if I can get the Council to offer financial compensation to the Houses affected by this act but to veto it would be out of the question.”

“I see. Well, that is something to consider. I appreciate your taking the time to discuss this with me. I think I understand the position of your lawmakers better now, although I very much disagree with it. May we form a joint commission to try to come up with a solution that is palatable to both nations and that seeks to preserve our good relationship?”
“I shall see what I can do, but knowing the lawmakers it would be hard to get them to cooperate. In case this does not work with them, prepare to try and herd the Houses of your nation like cats.”
The prince blinked. Herd the Houses like cats? It must be something Zoranian that doesn’t quite translate.
“I appreciate your efforts. Our counterparts will keep the other informed throughout the process. My best wishes to you for your team’s success in the games!”
“Best of luck to your team as well. But do take a look at the documents that my intelligence director will send you, the evidence is damning enough to warrant an investigation. I have stayed my hand in terms of sending my intelligence officers over to investigate due to our trust in your ability to deal with it yourselves.”
“Absolutely. I will look into it even before we arrive in Ryxtylopia. Again, my best.”
 

"Her Majesty will not be attending the games, sir. The protests in Zoran surrounding the bill require her attention. She would be pleased to make herself available for a video conference, however. Your schedule could be adjusted to accommodate that while you travel to Ryxtylopia, sir."
"Very good, Clarkson. Please set that up. With regard to the journey, has Lady Kornica accepted our invitation to travel with us or will she seek her own way?
"Yes, sir. Sir Karl's mother was pleased to accept your invitation. She will board the train in Halomarch."
"Splendid. Thank you, Clarkson."

A joint post of Saint Mark and Zoran
 

 
A panel of the mahogany wall slid down, revealing a screen. Averton, the young footman attending Prince Marcarius on the Red & Gold, the private train of the Royal Household, checked the settings and then handed the remote to Clarkson, who handed it to the prince.
“Her Majesty will join momentarily, Your Highness. Shall I pour some more tea?”
“Yes, thank you, Clarkson.”
Queen Adsila appeared on the screen sitting behind her desk, her face cold and stoic.
“I take it that this isn’t one of your social calls, what is it that you wish to discuss, Marcarius?”
The prince admired the sheen of her long, wavy black hair, and how it emphasized her perfect cheekbones. “Ugh. there I go again. My mind stops working whenever I’m around her. This is business. I must focus.”
“Sadly, no, Adsila. I wish this were a social call. I would like to discuss your position on this land-grabbing bill that has just been passed in your legislature. As you know, many of our most prominent Houses have maintained estates in Zoran for centuries. Surely your lawmakers know that we pay significant taxes on these properties that do much to help support the local economies?”
The queen lets out a low chuckle,
“‘Land-grabbing,’ what an ironic phrase to use. I understand the concerns of your Houses but if you crack open a history book, you will find that many of those estates were gained through either forced resettlement, coercive treaties, and or aggression from Markan forces during the colonial era,” she says in a mirthless tone, “We have…tolerated the presence of the Houses within Zoran for a period of time but that has still left a foul taste in the mouths of the many Zoranians. The bill has passed the Council with near absolute majority on both sides of the political spectrum and frankly, it is a bill that could put my position at risk should I veto it.”
“In most cases, those properties were acquired over a millennium ago, and in all cases many centuries ago. What is this really about, Adsila? Why now? I thought our nations cooperated very nicely at the Maritime Conference last month, with each of us very happy with the Sea of the Wild Cry Protocols.”
“I do not decide the bills that are introduced into the Council. I can propose bills but this bill came from the Council itself,” she says as she shuffles a few papers on her desk, “the ancestral memory of the Zoranian people runs deep, Marcarius. Zoranian has generational trauma from it and holds deep grudges against the Markans for the colonial period. I understand your confusion but it is a cultural difference that I cannot do much about besides try to promote cooperation between our two people, which is what I am trying to do when it comes to drafting my reasoning for rejecting the Blood Alone Act. But, when it comes to the bill that seizes the property of the Houses, I have some troubling documents that I believe you may want to see from our recent delve into Corporate documents.”
“Of course, I’ll look at them. Another concern of mine is that this will through cold water on anyone from Saint Mark wanting to invest in Zoran. Why sink money into projects that could potentially be torn away from you? It sets a bad precedent.”
“Well, all I can say to that is be shrewd in your business dealings. Nationalization and seizure of property is nothing new in the world. Zoran is not the first to do it and it will certainly not be the last country to do it. But, like many things, actions come with consequences…even if those consequences do not come immediately.”
“While I understand you’re referring to the actions of my ancestors and the current-day consequences, what is more relevant is the consequences of this bill, should it become law, to the Zoran economy. I would hope that there are some in your government who might see that upon more cool reflection.”
“We have considered it, and when I say ‘we’ I mean my ministers and I, and while we do see the potential risks from Markan investors, Markans are not the only groups investing in Zoran. You are competing with Giovannilandians, the Astorrians, Overthinkers, various Nuran nations, etc. We might take a hit, yes, but nothing devastating.”
“Adsila, we are not talking in front of audiences right now. This is a private conversation between the two of us. You know that I know this already, and you know that this is not a sound move, either politically or economically. It’s pure theater for the masses. Again, just between us, why and why now?”
“There are actions that go beyond politics and economics, sometimes it is about doing the right thing. When it comes to the people who still mourn what we refer to as ‘The Age of Death,’ this is one of the best ways to get people to move on from those times. If you topple the figure that people look at to think of those times with hatred, soon they will look forward instead of back.”
Prince Marcarius sighed, realizing he would never understand a people who hold such a long grudge.
“Very well, Adsila. I see how your people are looking at this. In the best interests of both of our nations, perhaps Saint Mark can do something to help soothe the feelings of your people? I guess they have already forgotten the aid we provided in the recent civil disturbance.”
“We have had much patience and leniency with the Markans, we have not forgotten the kindness shown to us but there comes a time when patience runs out. At best I can see if I can get the Council to offer financial compensation to the Houses affected by this act but to veto it would be out of the question.”

“I see. Well, that is something to consider. I appreciate your taking the time to discuss this with me. I think I understand the position of your lawmakers better now, although I very much disagree with it. May we form a joint commission to try to come up with a solution that is palatable to both nations and that seeks to preserve our good relationship?”
“I shall see what I can do, but knowing the lawmakers it would be hard to get them to cooperate. In case this does not work with them, prepare to try and herd the Houses of your nation like cats.”
The prince blinked. Herd the Houses like cats? It must be something Zoranian that doesn’t quite translate.
“I appreciate your efforts. Our counterparts will keep the other informed throughout the process. My best wishes to you for your team’s success in the games!”
“Best of luck to your team as well. But do take a look at the documents that my intelligence director will send you, the evidence is damning enough to warrant an investigation. I have stayed my hand in terms of sending my intelligence officers over to investigate due to our trust in your ability to deal with it yourselves.”
“Absolutely. I will look into it even before we arrive in Ryxtylopia. Again, my best.”
 

THE WEATHER IS GOOD,INNIT?
Good day to all Arifians. Hopefully everyone is having an another good day after the Orangutan Rangers win the 2nd match 2-1 against Dalimbar. What a game last night,even my soul almost left my body.

A very fascinating show in the 1st half give Arifiyyah 1 goal by Harry Kane to lead the game. Then at minutes 63,Najib Razak,a sensational 17 years old footballer scoring a banger from outside of the penalty box. In the minutes 77,Dalimbar score a goal through a very wonderful counter play. The match ended with Arifiyyah won by 2-1 to Dalimbar

NAJIB RAZAK CELEBRATING HIS 1ST GOAL 
 
POST MATCH INTERVIEW
 
Mikel: Hello everyone. Only 3 questions today,we need to hurry to the training field.
Reporter: Congrats on your second win,coach. As usual,review your players' performance
Mikel: Well, everyone play pretty well today. Hansel, he's very good. No matter what the score is,a win is a win.
Reporter: What is your thoughts on Najib Razak?
Mikel: Splendid! He just 17 but sometimes i thought he's already 30. Always perform during training and match. We got 25 stars before,and now 26 because he's our new star.
reporter: Can you share something for the next game?
Mikel: Sure. Next game is big. We need to win,and hopefully we will. I can say that the team is 100% ready. However,may the best team win.

 
 
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Premier League of Football - Giovanniland
Prima Liga de Pedesfera - Giovanniterra
Giovanniland's Premier League of Football is the most famous and prestigious football competition in the country. The tournament takes place yearly from the months of February to November and features the 20 best teams from all across the nation. It is conducted through a double round-robin system, in which each club plays the others twice, once at their home stadium and once at that of their opponents, for a total of 38 games. The tournament has existed for over a century, and is one of the best known Giovannilandian sport tournaments.
Scoring works just like in the Football World Cup, with three points awarded for a win, one for a draw, and none for a loss. Throughout the season, teams are ranked by total points, followed by tie-breaking conditions such as better goal difference, most victories, goals scored, and head to head results. After all games have been played, the team with the most points is crowned the champion of that season, with the use of tie-breaking conditions if needed. The Bellatori Violeti are the most successful team, while the Idre Islamagnesi are the defending champions, having won the 1423 season.  
In addition to the champion team, the second to fourth-placed teams in each season get the chance to play in other prestigious tournaments, including international ones. Meanwhile, the four worst teams are relegated to the Sekunda Liga, replaced by the latter's four best teams that get promoted. Furthermore, a similar system connects the Sekunda Liga with the Tertia Liga, and the Tertia with lower levels of national competitions, as well as regional ones. The results of this 1423 season, which has ended earlier this month, are displayed below.
# Team Home Region Home Stadium  W   D   L   GF   GA   GD   Pts  1 Idre Islamagnesi Altana Stadio Insulare 21 10 7 69 40 +29 73 2 Quire Quorivane Lavanda Prima Arena Lidoborana 20 11 7 71 49 +22 71 3 Bellatori Violeti Primolido Stadio La Violeta 19 11 8 59 42 +17 68 4 Arare Andoliavillesi Lido Flavi Andoliarena 20 6 12 55 44 +11 66 5 Gavie Giovanniane Giovannia Magna Arena Giovanni II 18 11 9 49 43 +6 65 6 Unio Villaflorana Terra Violeta Kampo Florito 17 11 10 58 45 +13 62 7 Magna d'Abrentopole Abrenaustro Arena Respublika 16 11 11 55 53 +2 59 8 Apie Annavillesi Primolido Stadio Avventi 14 14 10 60 50 +10 56 9 Vipre Vinikiane Giovannia Magna Stadio Vallettore 14 14 10 47 40 +7 56 10 Uryde Pedesfera Lavanda Prima Stadio Abreo-Florino 14 10 14 48 53 -5 52 11 Pavoni Portovinesi Abrenosto Arena Pietro I 12 12 14 51 50 +1 48 12 Lavande Giovanniterrane Lavanda Sekunda Kampo Lavando 12 9 17 46 55 -9 45 13 La Montemoresa Akallia Arena Ferdira Magna 10 15 13 60 60 0 45 14 Gioseppole Pedesfera Vallemuni Stadio Mirable 10 13 15 51 48 +3 43 15 Kani Karlopolesi Abrenosto Arena Karlo II 10 12 16 39 49 -10 41 16 Esquadra Valli Feragia Stadio Nenofriano 9 12 17 41 50 -9 39 17 Ballene Bayabellane Altana Kampo Marino 10 9 19 49 62 -13 39 18 Felini Favoniani Giovannia Magna Arena Fabio Linare 10 6 22 56 74 -18 36 19 Oliverde Pedesfera Spandorto Stadio Flumini 8 11 19 45 69 -24 35  20  Esquadra Serena Verdiante Stadio Segete 8 8  22  35 68 -33 32 Legend: Wins | Draws | Losses | Goals For | Goals Against | Goal Difference | Points Total
Furthermore, the four teams that ranked highest in the 1423 season of the Sekunda Liga and will therefore participate in the next edition of the Prima Liga are now also known. They are the first place Leoni Lavanduli, from Lavanda Prima; second place Falkoni Flaviopolesi, from Lido Flavi; third place Anguille Amorantane, from Primolido; and fourth place La Vivaquana, from Lido Flavi.