Zoran

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April 30, 1420 11:00 AM Over Time “Adsila Ani’-Wah’ under orders of the Grand Defense Council you are under arrest for treason!” yelled a soldier from the other side of the door. Adsila looked at the door in fear as the thought of being put in a prison cell crossed her mind. I didn’t ask for this! I don’t want to be queen! I wasn’t part of any of this! She thought to herself. The soldier banged on the door again, “Adsila Ani’-Wah’ if you do not open the door this instant we will be forced to use force.” yelled the soldier. Adsila could hear the soldiers planting charges on her door. She just stood there, paralyzed with fear. Great Spirit please help me! “Hey what’s the deal here? Don’t you guys think that ballistic breaching is a bit much for a normal apartment door?” said a muffled and unrecognizable voice. The sound of gunfire followed along with the sound of bodies hitting the floor, people being grappled, and a...wilhelm scream? Adsila leaned against her wall and slid down to the ground out of fear. Then there was silence and no sound was outside...until there was a slight click heard from the door followed by another click and a third click. After the third click the door unlocked and the door opened to reveal a man in a black reflective helmet mask in some strange black armor. Behind him were the unconscious bodies of six Zoranian soldiers and the man looked completely unharmed. He walked into her apartment casually as if nothing happened and looked at Adsila. “Sorry about that, hope they didn’t cause you too much trouble.” said the man. Adsila could tell that the man’s voice was modulated as it sounded too deep for it to be natural. “Who are you?” asked Adsila. The man’s body language shifted to give the idea that he was insulted, “How can you not know who I am?! I am the one and only CGZ and I am here to save your hide from the idiots in the GSC, the fat cats in their towers of false power, the fanatics that use the Great Spirit’s name for their own desires, and from the monarchists that are the closest thing you have to a fan club. Look I am not on any side of this war but seeing as you are an enemy to three of the four sides and a potential pawn for the fourth and that just makes you a target. Now I am offering you the chance to come with me and hide until the war ends. Just going to say it now, I am probably your only hope kid.” CGZ offered his hand to Adsila. Adsila thought about her situation for a minute, what he said was realistic as without her one side in the war effort would fall into divisions over who to make into a monarch and so she would become a target by the two other sides. Also she already is considered a traitor by the GSC so it looks like she has no other choice. She takes the legendary thief’s hand and is pulled to her feet. “Now before I take you with me I am going to have to blindfold you.” He says, taking out a black blindfold, “While I want to help you I can’t trust you with the location of my secret hideout. So if you could put that on it would make my job ten times easier.” Adsila sighs and begrudgingly puts it on. The thief then grabbed her hand and began to lead her out of the apartment building, through the conflict filled streets and into what she can assume to be a car. She was buckled into her seat with help from CGZ before he accelerated causing her to be pushed back into her seat. “When did my life get so complicated?” she said out loud without even realizing it, “Probably when your father died. Just stating the obvious here.” answered CGZ. As they sped down the streets they could hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions. While she could not see, Adsila already imagined what must be going on. A few bullets even hit the car but they didn’t do any damage to the vehicle due to how armored it must be. “Jeeves play My Mix!” said CGZ and a posh sounding voice answered, “Right away sir.” A drum solo began to play from the speakers of the car and classic rock filled Adsila’s ears. “How are you so calm during all of this?! People are literally dying around us!” Adsila says trying to yell over the classic rock music, “Look it isn’t that I don’t care but it's the fact that I have to worry about getting you to safety without drawing too much attention to myself by using secret tunnels that I have all around the country. The thing is that the closest entrance to one of these tunnels is in the middle of one of the conflict zones. It is going to keep a level head when driving anyways.” says CGZ as he manages to swerve around a very obviously placed landmine that was set in the middle of the road. “Damn that was a famous Dalimbari mine! How much funding do these private militaries have!? Anyways, as you can-oh wait you can’t see, well if you could see you would understand why I am having to be so calm while driving. If I wasn’t calm then we wouldn’t survive so if you would be so kind try not to interrupt the music.” Adsila didn’t know what to say about this. By the Spirit I don’t know whether I am with a bold genius or an adrenaline junky madman!

April 30, 1420 9:30 AM Over time Adsila Ani’-Wah’ Sarcophagi lined the walls of the mausoleum with statues of great Zoranian men and women standing erect behind them. Light shone through the stained glass windows as Adsila and the SIC agent walked off to a secluded corner of the mausoleum to discuss her future. “I would like to first give my condolences, your father truly was a great man.” said the man, “Thank you, might I ask what your name is?” asked Adsila, “I can’t give you my true name but you can call me 4012. You already know why I am here, I came on behalf of the SIC to ask if you plan on continuing your family tradition.” said 4012. Adsila let out a sigh, she knew that this would come up shortly after her father died. “I am not sure. There is a lot of change currently and I am not sure if I want to go into the SIC.” She answered with uncertainty in her voice. 4012 nodded in response seemingly understanding what she must be experiencing, “That is completely reasonable, but when we saw your father named you the new head of the Ani’-Wah’ family we looked into your academic record and we were impressed by what we saw and is very typical of almost all Ani’-Wah’s who entered the SIC. Graduating from high school early, being in your final year of university at the age of eighteen, having straight A’s, being fluent in three languages, and studying political science. You would make an ideal agent in the SIC.” Adsila was surprised at the amount of information that 4012 had on her. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or creeped out by what he knew. “I can understand that but I don’t know. It is just a lot to think about and I am going to need some time. If you could contact me in a few days then I might have an answer for you.” said Adsila. 4012 nodded as his phone began to ring. He pulled it out and let out a sigh, “I will be sure to do that. If you would excuse me I have to take this.” he said as he answered his phone and walked away. If this is any indication of things to come then my life is about to get very complicated. Adsila thought to herself before walking down the halls of the mausoleum to attend the ceremony that is being broadcast across the nation. She took her seat at the front of the ceremony and watched it while thinking about the future of her life. 11:00 AM Over Time The statue of Apenimon Ani’-Wah’ was unveiled and blessed by the shaman as the ceremony was drawn to a close and the casket was carried into the crypt. Adsila wiped her eyes as she walked down the steps of the mausoleum, thinking, once again, about 4012’s offer to join the SIC and her family tradition. The crowds of people behind the barricade were slowly let into the mausoleum to pay their respects to her father and a majority of them stopped to bow to her as though she were royalty. They all kept their distance out of respect as she made her way to the limo that was waiting to take her back to her apartment. But as she entered limo, she thought she overheard someone in the crowd whisper, “Is that her? Is she the girl that people online have been saying should be the first Queen of Zoran?” Adsila was confused as to what she heard but she didn’t think of it too much on the ride back to her apartment. When she arrived at her apartment not too far from the Platypus Island University campus, she looked outside her window that had a view of the Grand Security Council Meeting Hall. She thought about what must be going on inside the emergency meeting that was called today when she saw an explosion erupt from the building. She stared in horror at the event as she saw Zoranian soldiers run around the building as security went on high alert. She then heard the sound of gunfire coming from the direction of the Meeting Hall. Adsila got away from the window at this point and went on to see what the news was saying about this. The first thing that popped up was a live video feed of what was occurring. She saw soldiers fighting against what appeared to be normal Zoranians. It was pure chaos, people were shouting, guns were fired, people were dying, and fire was burning. What in the world is going on!? She looked further into the event and read the headlines of major news sources in the country. Explosion at GSC Meeting Hall! Corporations Declare War Against Government Monarchists Take Up Arms Against the Security Council! Religious Fanatics Declare Crusade, Claim Divine Shaman is True Ruler of Zoran! Zoranian Civil War has Begun: Understanding the Four Factions of the War The list of headlines went on and on and Adsila was shocked as to what the country has become. She soon recalled what she had heard back when she was leaving the Mausoleum as she saw a headline that read, Monarchists Declare Adsila Ani’-Wah’ Queen of Zoran. That was when she heard someone banging on her apartment door. To be continued in a new thread: The Zoranian Civil War

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April 30, 1420 Grand Defense Council Meeting Chamber “Have you seen the crowds gathered in the streets? Not even Austenaco’s death gathered this many people.” said Rep. Lunase, “Indeed,” agreed Rep. Tsolaquo, “the people’s reaction was unexpected. However, social media is lighting up with talk of a regime change. While I tend to ignore rumors on social media, the popularity of the topic is concerning.” “A regime change? But why? I thought the people supported the current government?” asked Rep. Nowego, “They did but the people of Zoran have become intrigued by ideologies and policies practiced abroad. There are four forms of government being thrown around. The people are calling for either a theocracy or a monarchy, however; there have also been rumors that corporations are planning on taking power.” said Rep. Gayuhe. The room erupted into discussion as the representatives talked about their fears of a civil war or a revolution. Some of the older members of the Council were in denial of these rumors. They believe that the rumors on social media only represent a minority of people within the country and don’t truly reflect the majority opinion of the country. The younger members of the Council did believe in the rumors and believed that the people truly wanted a new government. But as they discussed the credibility of these rumors there was one word that they all feared, revolution. The Speaker banged their gavel and called order in the Council room, “If these rumors are true, who do they propose should lead the country under these systems?” asked the Speaker. Rep. Quadelo rose from his seat to answer the question, “There seems to be a three way divide amongst those who support a monarchy, one group proposes that the Ani’-Wah’ family should be the royal house of Zoran as President Ani’-Wah’ was the most recent president of Zoran and thus it should continue from his line. Another states that the Ah-ni-di clan should be the royal house as Austenaco unified Zoran and thus should have divine right to rule. Then there is the third group that proposes that Zoran should invite a royal from another country to rule Zoran, the most popular house name being tossed around is that of House Halohin. In terms of the theocrats, they propose that the country should be ruled by the Divine Shaman stating that he would have the nation’s best interest at heart all while keeping us on the Great Spirit’s path.” “But what of this corporate conspiracy? Is there any evidence that supports the idea that it is more than just a rumor?” asks the Speaker. “There isn’t much evidence but there are some very worrying transactions in the public records between some corporations and private military companies. I doubt that any of these groups will strike today as it would be dishonorable to do so during a day of mourning. But we should take this day to prepare for a potential civil war.” answered Rep. Lunase. An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as the word they all feared left her lips. The Council now had to make a decision on how to deal with this threat to the stability of the nation, the lives of millions rests in their hands now.

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April 30, 1420 Adsila Ani’-Wah’ All was quiet in Zoran, especially in the streets of Zoradia where the public funeral was to be held. I was still thinking of my father and all he told me in the limo only three days ago. The lawyer told me yesterday about the clause in the will where it gave me the choice to accept my father’s decision to make me the head of the Ani’-Wah’ family and I have thought about this heavily. Centuries of family tradition ride on my decision, if I accept the tradition will be upheld and continue through me. However, if I reject it then the tradition will be jeopardized as none of my siblings are eligible to follow the tradition completely. Oh if only I had more time to decide. I thought to myself as the limo came to a stop in front of the Rising Sun Mausoleum. People are only entombed there if ninety percent of the country’s voting population votes to have someone entombed there and the Divine Shaman has to deem the person to be morally and spiritually righteous. I was amazed by how quickly the people called for a vote on my father and how quickly the Divine Shaman delivered his judgement(historically this usually takes several days) as he delivered it within six hours of my father’s death. Of course people investigated due to how quickly this all took place but they couldn’t find any form of corruption that could have influenced the vote or the Divine Shaman. However, my father was to be buried there ceremonially, his body would not be in the casket that was to be entombed in the crypt. Our family planned to have a private funeral where we would bury his body according to his requests he made in his will. As I got out of the limo wearing my black dress and black veil, I saw the crowds of people in the streets holding Damask roses of different colors waiting for their time that they would be allowed to pay their respects. Wow...father really did impact a lot of people during his presidency. Despite the fact that the position has no influence, he did a lot to promote peace between our country and others all while making life better for Zoranians in the years he was voted into office. It’s just incredible how he could do so much with so little actual power. I thought this to myself as I climbed up the steps towards the entrance of the mausoleum. When I reached the stop of the stairs, a bald and older looking man in a black suit walked up to me, “Ah you must be Adsila, it is a pleasure to finally meet you!” He then shook my hand and I just stood there in confusion as I had never met this man in my life. “Um, do I know you? I mean I know that I am the center of attention due to the media leaking that I still haven’t decided to become head of the Ani’-Wah’ family but I do not know if I have met you before.” I say in confusion, “Ah my apologies, no you have not met me but I worked closely with your father before he went into politics and before he became the head of AW Encrypted. You know what that means yes?” my eyes widened when he said this as I indeed knew what this meant, he worked for the SIC, “Would you prefer if we didn’t talk in the open?” I asked knowing his answer before he told me, “Yes I would.” he says with a smile as we walk into the mausoleum together. (OOC Note: if you wish to write in this topic you can, it would be an event like the olympics but not sports related and it would be canon. Your leaders can be at the funeral or a delegation from your country can be there, you can also be a news reporter there. The choice is yours!)

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Official Announcement from the Zoranian Government Our heads hang low and our hearts bleed red for the captain lays dead. While the sun may shine on Zoran today, a shadow of sorrow has descended upon us today. For twelve great years, President Apenimon Ani'-Wah' has served as our President, one of the longest serving presidents in Zoranian history. He never intended to serve for as long as he has, in fact he didn't officially run after his first term. Ani'-Wah' was a suffering servant, he never ran for office after his first term, in fact he requested that his name to not be on the ballot. But the people wrote his name in the ballot year after year, despite his best efforts. He had every opportunity to refuse the nomination, he could have simply gone back to his regular life like he wanted to. But instead, he went with the will of the people and accepted the burden of being the voice of Zoran to the nations of the world. While the powers of the president are nonexistent, it is a position with a lot of responsibility and one with lots of hardship and criticism. We have seen him take the responsibility along with the hardship with stride time and time again and we have seen him age physically under the pressures of the position. We hereby announce a public funeral for the great man and invite all people who wish to attend. Foreign nations are allowed to send their delegations to the event if they choose to send any and leaders of nations can attend if they so choose as well. May we come together to remember the man that was Apenimon Ani'-Wah' and we send our regards to the Ani'-Wah' family for their loss of the head of their family.

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The old man rose from his bed as the sun rose from the East. He said his morning prayer and got dressed, thinking about the future of the world after he would leave this one. He already had his will written up last night and a shaman came and gave him his blessings. Tomorrow would be his last day but he first must make sure he gives his goodbyes to the young Sultan, who has so much ahead of him. The young sultan has his whole life ahead of him but will face many trials and hardships ahead but I know he will become a great leader after he overcomes the opposition against him. The old man finished dressing and was escorted by a Raven Claw to the foyer of the Austenaco Manor where he saw his children and his grandchildren waiting for him. He knew his grandchildren were still too young to understand why their parents, his children, so he asked them to be sent to the children's room in the manor while he gave his goodbyes to his children. He hasn’t seen any of his children cry so much since their mother died years ago. “Do not despair my children, I will soon be united with the Great Spirit in the spirit realm and I will be able to watch over all of you from above. But I will say this to all of you, look after each other as your mother and I have always taught you, do not forget family traditions and values, and raise your children to be better than you.” As the words left his lips, all seven of his children(including Astil), all nodded their heads and they gave him a group hug. After the hug, Ani'-Wah' was taken to his limo to meet the Sultan at the airport to wish him goodbye and to give him one last gift, a jewel encrusted scimitar and a blade made with a titanium core with a tungsten carbide edge. The president had this ordered back when the visit was in planning and it was finished a week before. He paid this out of his own pocket and ensured that the blacksmith who made it got the best quality materials available and requested that the sword can be used in conflict. It also came with a jeweled scabbard to match the scimitar. I hope the Sultan will appreciate the gift. The limo pulls to a spot as it arrives at the airport for the two leaders to say their final goodbyes.