[Hey'all]

Welcome back! Glad to see you eager to get involved again!

[The Mapplication™ Thread - Join the world of Esferos!]

3 minutes ago, Fatimya said:

Thank you, and sorry, I am just a bit lost and confused, and wasn't able to decide anything, so I just wrote a bunch of weird stuff not knowing where I'm going, anyways thank you for your time

Don’t worry, read some of the starting info in the welcome channel of the RP discord. If you need anything else just ask on the discord.

[The Mapplication™ Thread - Join the world of Esferos!]

10 minutes ago, Fatimya said:

Discord user: J S Loma#9016 

About the nation: Fatimya is a nation with barely any history, it was founded 34 years ago therefore making it a newborn nation, it's citizens adore and appreciate science and education, the current leader is a phsycotic dictator wishing peace with other nations, the dictator bans just about everything in the nation, The small nation has no history of crime, especially youth related. 

First I would recommend applying to the Hall of Nations as it is a requirement to join RP.

Second, you used and out of date version of the map so many of the areas you claimed are already occupied by other members.

Third, a nation that is found 34 years ago doesn’t seem very realistic unless it is founded from another country. A country being organized by a people in a place where there is previously no government is unlikely to occur the modern world. A possible way for this to occur is if you were an isolated tribal people but that would mean your people are years behind on technological advancements. So I would recommend fine tuning some parts of your nation, but we would be willing to help with that on the RP discord server.

Hope to have you on the map soon! 

[Zoranian Folklore: Terrors of the mind and spirit]

Once again you return to hear another tale from Zoranian myth? Hehehe, can’t let the spirits of the dead rest can you? Very well, this tale is one whose origin is more recent compared to the others. Years ago, when the towers of smoke were first erected in Zoran to release the fumes created from use of coal to mass produce goods. There was a young man of the age of eighteen named Utsidihi who was the son of a wealthy steel mill manager, they got everything they asked for without question. He was rude towards his peers and believed himself better than others because of his wealth. But one day his demands and entitlement would be his doom.

It was a normal day for the boy, he got out of bed, went down stairs, and sat down for breakfast. No one was at the table when he took his seat, and he waited for his meal to be served. Five minutes passed and no food was brought out, he grew impatient.

“Where is my breakfast!” He cried aloud in the empty room. A maid came into the room holding a tray holding eggs, toast, bacon, and a glass of orange juice,

“I am sorry, young master, I just got your food from the kitchen.” She said meekly as she walked over to him, setting the tray down in front of him. He didn’t acknowledge the servant as he took his fork and took a bite of the eggs, they were cold. He was furious,

“These are too cold!” He said flipping the tray of food in front of him, sending the food flying everywhere and his silverware clattering across the table. The glass of orange juice crashed on the floor along with the plate. The servant recoiled in fear, waiting for the fury to turn on her as it had many times before. Utsidihi rose from his seat and turned towards the servant, doing exactly what she expected him to do. He took the tray and proceeded to beat her over the head with it.

“I.Want.My.Breakfast.Warm!” he said between strikes. She cowered on the ground, desperately trying to protect herself from the strikes of the man. But her attempts were futile, blow after blow the tray got covered in more and more blood until the poor woman went limp. Blood now coated the face of Utsidihi, now standing above a beaten corpse of a woman with a bent serving tray in hand. His grandfather entered the room and was horrified with what he saw. He knew his grandson had a temper and was spoiled but he didn’t think it would have ever gone to this level of entitlement. His grandson turned his head towards him, a pleased grin on his blood covered face,

“Good morning, grandpa.” His grandfather frowned, displeased with what his grandson had done.

“Utsidihi, you are no descendant of mine for no one of my blood would commit such a despicable act. In the name of the Spirit who Wove the universe into existence, I hereby curse you in His name as punishment for your deeds. But now you must endure your physical punishment.” He marched over and grabbed his son by the ear, dragging him away to his punishment. The son was tied to a palm tree outside of their property, the grandfather holding a whip in his hand. He then proceeded to lash Utsidihi repeatedly with the whip, cuts opening on his back with each lash. This proceeded until his back was completely broken, unable to stand because of the lashings. He was then forced to stand tied to the tree for three days, howler monkeys coming by each day throwing stones and their feces at him, opening his wounds again and infecting them. On the third day, the grandfather came holding a large burlap bag and he cut his grandson from the tree and tossed the bag over to him. As it landed, its contents poured onto the ground revealing human bones.

“These are the bones of the servant you murdered, you are to carry these bones for all eternity, in life and in death, becoming the monster that you truly are deep inside.” He was forced to stand with his broken back, carrying the bones of the woman he murdered in the sack and limping away, howling as he went along.

To this day he wanders the land, a shadow of his former self. It is said that the teeth on his top and bottom jaw have since melded together and his lips have rotted away to reveal the solid wall of teeth in his mouth. He has grown thin to the bone, his skin clinging to his ribcage, and his limbs have grown abnormally long and lanky. He believes his punishment was cruel and unjust and has made use of his eternal suffering to punish those who were similar to him in life. He kills those children who are spoiled and bratty, those who are abusive, and those who are murderers. If you hear a raspy howling in the distance, you are in danger, but if you hear it nearby then you are safe. He murders his victims by beating them with his sack and when he is done he adds their bones to his sack. The souls of those whose bones are put in his sack are forced to join in his eternal suffering, trapped in the sack as they are forced to be carried along in his torment.

So beware all ye who are wicked and all children who are bratty and spoiled, for you might just doom yourself to a fate worse than death should you attract the attention of The Howler.

[The Zoranian Civil War]

July 20, 1420
6:00 PM Over Time
Unknown location

Atsil packed the final articles of clothing into her bag as the words of the woman in her dream echoed in her head,

The son of the basket weaver, soaked in blood, seeks to kill the heir to Ani’-Wah’

She couldn’t stop thinking of those words recently and one name appeared in her head as she thought more about the “son of the basket weaver”—Kunagadoga. The person responsible for the suffering of so many people and whose attention she attracted back in high school, but back then it was a less malevolent and more...creepy form of attention. And she is grateful she turned him down back then after what CGZ told her about his sister two days before.

Atsil was so deep in thought that she didn’t notice CGZ leaning against the door frame with his hands buried in his pockets,

“Are you ready to head out?” he asked. Atsil turned to see him wearing black denim pants, a black cotton sweater, and his black ski mask with sunglasses over them. But he also had what seemed to be a utility belt.

“I just finished packing,” Atsil said with a sigh, “but I am not sure I am ready to...face the music.” CGZ walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder,

“I know you are probably expecting me to say some sappy, inspirational crap but to be honest I don’t understand what you are going through. You are in a unique situation that no one can really relate to in any way. But what you are about to go into is something that no one can be prepared for and you have prepared yourself the best you could. At this point, you are this country’s only hope, so you have to do this whether you feel ready or not.” Despite how blunt CGZ was being, Atsil couldn’t help but feel comforted by his words. Atsil went for a hug but CGZ stepped away and held a hand up,

“There isn’t time for sentimentality, it is time for me to take you to the Monarchists. Come find me when you are mentally prepared.” And with that, CGZ left Atsil in his sister’s old room.

CGZ walked with purpose towards the library for what might be for the last time. He wasn’t a fool, he had been keeping an eye on the situation in Zoran and he saw Kunagadoga’s flight to Cambria and he had a sneaking suspicion on what the business he had there was about. He sat at his desk and let out a sigh, he knew that his actions at the Olympics were going to catch up with him sooner or later.

My sister would have been so much better at this than me. She was all about the ‘stealing things with style’ attitude of the CGZ mantle. Me, I am too concerned about safety to do things right.

His eyes drifted to the drawer where he put the last picture he and his sister took together at the beach. He pulled open the drawer to look at it but he saw a folded piece of paper beneath it, something he never noticed before. He set the picture aside and unfolded the piece of paper to read it.

To my beloved brother,

If you are reading this then you must be having some doubts about yourself or are going through some tough times. I know how much you wish you could be like me and have the confidence that I have(You should get a better lock for your “journal” by the way), but you are incredible in your own way. Throughout our family history, no CGZ has been the same, they never had to be like their predecessor to be successful. Take our ancestor, Captain CGZ or Captain Stormrider as he was more commonly known, his predecessor was the exact opposite of his personality. His predecessor was more interested in developing a mystique around himself and being undetected in his heists. But when Captain Stormrider took up the mantle of CGZ in 1116 AF, he claimed to have started the Golden Age of Piracy in Aura when he stole a ship off the line and started raiding ships, especially during storms which is what got him his name. He was a lot more flamboyant, daring, and mentally unstable than his predecessor and was extremely successful.

Even though you aren’t going to be the next CGZ, just know that you can be yourself like our ancestors and still be successful in whatever path you walk down. You were always better at planning two steps ahead than me and you are great with technology and engineering. Those are two talents that I don’t have that you do. You will do great things, Kariwase, and know that I will always be with you no matter where you go or what you do. But always remember that our family, through CGZ, is the champion of the people and even if you aren’t CGZ, always remember to support the less fortunate and to be a champion of the people in your daily life.

Love, your sister,

Ojistah

CGZ felt tears well up in his eyes. It's funny how she talked about planning two steps ahead when she wrote this knowing that I might be going through a hard time. He missed her every day of this life since she was sold by Kuna, and every day he wishes he had done more to stop her from seeing him in the first place. But her words from the past renewed the confidence he had in himself and made him remember the legacy his family worked to leave behind, one that supported the people and those without a voice in the world.

Maybe by helping Atsil, I am living up to that legacy in my own way. But what if this doesn’t have to be the end for my legacy...

But before he could develop that train of thought any further, Atsil walked into the room with her bag in tow.

“I’m ready to go.” CGZ nodded and led her to the vehicle storage where there was an ATV that was waiting for them.

“You have an ATV too?” asked Atsil,

“Not until yesterday.” answered CGZ as he got on it,

“So you stole it.”

“Atsil, I am the latest in a dynasty of thieves, what do you expect?”Atsil didn’t bother saying any more as she put her bag on the back and joined CGZ on the ATV.

“Hang on, it might be a bumpy ride.” CGZ said as the engine came to life. Atsil grabbed onto CGZ as he zoomed through the tunnels until they came out of a secret passage that landed them in the middle of the jungle. The trees and vines were a blur as CGZ drove the ATV through forgotten trails made back when the years Saint Mark ruled the land. And after about an hour or so an ancient Saint Markian fortress came into view. CGZ brought the ATV to a stop when they reached a clearing in front of the entrance to the fortress. A group of monarchist soldiers approached, rifles aimed at CGZ as they didn’t seem to see Atsil behind him,

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” asked one of the soldiers. CGZ lowered his head to make Atsil’s face visible to the soldiers. When they saw her, they immediately dropped to one knee and their right arm crossed their chest and their hand clenched in a fist over their left shoulder. This drew attention from others taking watch at the fort and a crowd could be seen forming on the different floors of the fort. CGZ got off of the ATV and helped me off of it as an older man approached from the entrance of the fort and knelt down the same way the other soldiers have.

“Uh, you may rise. There is no need to kneel like that.” Atsil said nervously. The older man rose with the other soldiers,

“My lady, I am General Waholi of the Monarchist forces. It is a pleasure to see you safe at last.” he then looks over at CGZ, “This must be the legendary CGZ. Thank you for keeping Atsil safe.”

“Oh please, I didn’t do it for you or your cause. I did it to keep Kuna from getting power.” Waholi simply nodded in response before returning his attention to Atsil,

“It will bring much joy to the troops to be under the command of their queen. We look forward to seeing how you lead.” Waholi said. CGZ heard a branch snap behind them and tackled Atsil to the ground right as the shot of a rifle echoed through the jungle, the bullet whizzing past them by an inch. The entire fort sprung into action along with the troops in the clearing. CGZ looked up to try and pinpoint where the shot came from.

“We can’t have that unfortunately, Ani’-Wah’ and CGZ are coming with us!” yelled the voice of Kunagadoga from the trees.

What is he doing here?! He is literally going to die here!...Actually, would that really be a bad thing?

CGZ thought to himself as he laid over Atsil on the ground in the middle of a standoff between Monarchist and Corporate forces that were about to break out into a full blown battle.

[The Zoranian Civil War]

July 12, 1420

12:27 PM Polaris Eastern Time

Saint-Jocelyn, Cambria

Co-authored by @Bran Astor

Kunagadoga Quasena is taking a big risk by leaving Zoran and flying to Cambria. He knows that he is leaving a lot in the hands of his subordinates but after much difficulty trying to get in touch with a Cambrian official they finally got a hold of one a week ago. Kunagadoga did some basic research on the person he was about to meet and looked through the file he has on the person he is going to meet.

Darrin Oliver, a knight-inspector for the Order of Tamar. Appears he was a grenadier guard before moving to the Office of Justice. His service record is impressive and he appears to be a very accomplished man, it’s no wonder why the Order wanted him to join them. I shouldn’t underestimate him and I should show him my utmost respect if I am to work with him.

The car came to a stop and he exited the car and six mercenaries he hired for his protection exited another vehicle to accompany him as he walked up towards the Office of Justice building. The guards stopped him, “State your business.”

“I am here to see Knight-Inspector Darrin Oliver.” He said in Cambric, the guards radioed someone in to escort him to Darrin. As they walked through the building, Kunagadoga noticed how little of a threat his mercenaries looked in the presence of the Order members. They certainly do not disappoint, they live up to what I have heard about them so far. He was taken to an office where he was asked to sit and wait for the knight-inspector to arrive. But it was there that he noticed his guards were no longer with him and his eyes began to inspect the office.

The knight-inspector's office was spacious, but simply kept. It had a workmanlike look to it and the trappings that existed appeared to be out of design rather than the occupant's choice. A simple table strewn with scattered files sat in the middle of the room, a couch flanked by reading lamps sat opposite the door. A series of landscapes dominated the space above the couch. A built-in set of shelves to the right of the office's window bore testimony to everything Kunagadoga read in Darrin's file. Degrees, decorations, commendations, and trinkets from far-flung battlefields occupied every centimeter of shelf space. In front of the shelf was a hefty mahogany desk, perfectly polished and vibrantly red.

What a fine desk, I wonder if I can acquire one of these for myself after the war. But I will say I can’t remember the last time I was asked to wait in an office. It has been quite a few years since I was in a situation like this. 

He thought to himself as he waited. It took a few minutes before Darrin Oliver came into the room. He had a long white beard and wore a suit with a kilt. Kuna’s eyes met with Darrin’s extremely blue eyes and could see the experience behind them. He stood up and shook his hand,

“It is a pleasure to meet you knight-inspector. Might I say you were a difficult man to get a hold of.”

"Folks often forget to dial the '9' first. How can I be of service to you, Meistros Quasena?" The inspector smiled warmly and firmly shook Kunagadoga's hand before walking around the desk to his chair. "Please do sit. Why have you come all this way to see me today?"

“Now I believe you are aware that I am here to discuss a certain...thief or rather for you a certain terrorist.”

Darrin jabbed at his keyboard with two fingers. His brow furrowed, he seemingly split attention between hunting for the right key for the password and recalling the details of Kunagadoga's terrorist.

"You will need to be more specific. There are-" Darrin paused mid-sentence then triumphantly hit enter. "There are sadly too many terrorists in the world these days."

"What? You know, the terrorist!” He said slightly flabbergasted, he didn’t anticipate that CGZ wasn’t highlighted in any way shape or form for them, “The one that caused all the trouble in Saint-Jocelyn during the Olympics?”

"Ah! The infamous CGZ. Yes, it is true we have an interest in this fellow." The inspector reached across his desk and picked a couple red candies from a crystal dish on his desk. The room fell silent except for the sound of the hard candy clacking against Darrin's teeth.

“Here’s the deal, I do not know where his hideout is. We have been unsuccessful in locating it whether it be by drone, scouts, or scans. But I know where he is going to make his next appearance.” Kunagadoga said, “But before I get into those details, do you have any questions, requirements, demands, anything you want to mention or request.”

The gentle, almost bumbling look in Darrin's eyes hardened as Kunagadoga spoke. Whatever warmth was present a moment ago was replaced with cold resolve. Darrin held the gaze, continued to play with the candy in his mouth, but didn't speak.

What is this man playing at? I know I can be an intimidating bastard but this guy is a master at intimidation. I can’t read him whatsoever! He is unlike anyone I have ever dealt with!

Beads of sweat forms along Kunadoga’s forehead as those blue eyes unsteady him. He cleared his throat before saying,

“Now for where our target is going to be. Knowing Atsil Ani’-Wah’, the daughter of the late President Apenimon Ani’-Wah’, she will leave CGZ to join the monarchists sometime in the next month or two. When she leaves, CGZ will take her to the Monarchist headquarters and will leave her there. Thankfully for us, we recently discovered the location of where the Monarchists headquarters is. So what I propose is we have some of your officers and some of my men hide out nearby and wait until he arrives with her. We both get what we want here, I get Atsil Ani’-Wah’ and you get your terrorist. How does that sound?”

Darrin finally broke his stare by leaning forward and pressing a button on his office phone. A moment later Kunadgadoga's Cambric escort stepped into the room, ready to tend to their charge. The warmth returned to Darrin's eyes and he stood with a smile.

"I'll be seeing you soon, Meistros Quasena." He walked around the desk and shook Kunagadoa's hand again. "May the Lady watch you." Darrin nodded to the guards and returned to his deskchair.

As Kunagadoga was escorted out of the building, his mind was stirring with what Darrin could have meant.

Was that a yes? Wha-what did he mean?! I am guessing it is a yes but what in the world was that man! I couldn’t read him at all and I made my living off of reading people! Well, at least I know he is competent and that the execution of this plan will go off without much of an issue.

At this point Kuna was standing with his mercenaries outside of the building and he entered the limo that was waiting for him.

“How did it go sir?”  asked an aid in the limo,

“He beat the hell out of me,” Kuna said as he whipped his brow, “he was the most intimidating man I have ever spoken to. He savaged me, mentally, in there.” He then put his head in his hands as the limo drove to the airport for the flight back to Zoran.

[1st T20 World Cup [rosters, roleplays, results]]

Royal News Network

May 12, 1421

"Hello people of Zoran! I am Quiyakaso and welcome to Zoranian Ti-I mean RNN's Sports Section! Last night we saw our team triumph over the Dalimbari cricket team! I have no clue how the scoring system works so I can't really elaborate on how well we beat them but we did! At least we got a little bit of revenge for their landmines! Our team is practicing for tonight's match using...wait am I reading this right?" He squints at something behind the camera,
"Using metal baseball bats wrapped in barbed wire instead of cricket bats...I don't know how that will help improve their performance in the match but the coach has a plan and I hope that the plan will work out! The coach commented that the team is determined to win for the people of Zoran and that they want to bring something home for the people to cheer about after going through constant conflict for a year now. We here at the Royal News Network wishes them luck in tonight's match!
And coming up...holy cra-I mean and coming up is some breaking news about the War, it might be coming to a permanent end soon! I will see you tomorrow with the report of tonight's match! I am Quiyakaso and this was RNN's Sports Section!"

[1st T20 World Cup [rosters, roleplays, results]]

 

Zoranian National Cricket Team

Name Gender Age Batting Role Degataga Tsanowa M 19 R Wicket Keeper & Batsman Guwisti Wuquido F 22 R Wicket Keeper   Amo-adawehi Hnamiye M 23 R All-rounder Cuhtahlatah Kagetli F 24 L All-rounder   Gulkalaski Dulinosa    M 26 L Bowler Incalatanga Tlonega M 30 R Bowler Kunokeski Dlahi M 26 L Bowler Tanamara Nosawi  F 23 R Bowler Outacite Lusowigo M 27 R Batsman Tagwadihi   Dehase M 20 L Batsman Nazshoni Genaso F 21 R Batsman

 

 

Style Mod: +2

RP Permissions:

Injure my players: yes

Dismiss batmen: no

Deliberate unfair play: yes

Godmod injuries: yes

Godmod scoring: yes

Godmod other events: yes

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Royal News Network

May 9th, 1421, 7 AM IAT

The sun rises over the horizon as Quiyakaso adjusts his tie in a public bathroom of the New Larxia Airport. First sports broadcast of the new public news network of Zoran and his first day on the job. He hopes his luck has turned around and that nothing bad happens during his recording. He lets out a deep breath before making his way out of the bathroom and towards the terminal where the Zoranian team had arrived.

"Going live in 3...2...1..." The producer said as he motion for my broadcast to begin,

"Good morning people of Zoran! I am Quiyakaso Gohalitsve and welcome to the first live broadcast for the RNN's new sports news segment! We are live at the New Larxia Airport to witness the arrival of our cricket team! Many other teams have arrived the day before but our team's flight was delayed because of a storm over the airport last night that prevent them from taking off. Our team has high hopes for this world cup and despite the damage and disruption that the past year has caused, our team has been practicing in whatever way they could. They hope to bring home some glory to Zoran and its people to show that despite its recent troubles the country could still compete with the best in the international community! The Queen herself has wished the team the best of luck during this competition and that regardless of the outcome of this competition that the country will know they played the best they could." Behind him, the cricket team came walking out of the gate with smiles on their faces,
"And here they are now folks! The Zoranian Cricket team! They are excited to compete with other nations on the international stage to test their abilities with the best of the best. They have practiced in warzones, ruined fields, and the rainforests of Zoran and anywhere they could this past year in order to be in the best condition possible for this event. Instead of holding a parade, the team will be raising funds that they will donate to the various communities of Zoran that were the most affected by the war and for those that lost everything in the Desolation of Zoradia. We wish them luck in this task and look forward to seeing them play. Now let's go back to the news room to the current events section!" The broadcast ended and Quiyakaso let out a sigh of relief that something didn't go wrong for once. One of the interns came running to him with the coffee he requested earlier, he took it and thanked the intern before taking a drink and quickly spit it out onto the floor.

"This isn't what I ordered!" said Quiyakaso in a mildly annoyed tone,

"I know sir," said the intern, "the café said they discontinued your order a year ago." Quiyakaso fell to his knees and looked up at the ceiling as he yelled,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[The Zoranian Civil War]

May 5, 1420
8:30 AM Over Time
National Zoranian Banking Clan Tower; Yemiduga City, Fisheros, Zoran

(Since it has been a while since the last post, I will remind you all that this event is happening before Atsil has decided to leave CGZ's hide out, for OOC sake I will say that the stories I post here for a time will not go past July 18, 1420 until a post that is in the works is complete because it is necessary for the story to progress. If you are confused about what I mean just DM me on discord and I will explain)

Kunagadoga stands in his office looking out upon the city of Yemiduga, dark clouds loom overhead as rain drops fall upon the city of the Corporates. He is waiting for his team to arrive but they are running late, something which displeases him deeply.

I don't know why I keep surrounding myself with such incompetent people. I ask them to do one simple thing, arrive on time, and yet they manage to fuck that up. If they didn't have inside knowledge on our plans after this war I would fire them.

That was when the door to his office opened and three people, one male and two female, in water soaked suits entered the room panting.

"Sorry Mr. Kunagadoga, sir! We tried to get here as quickly as we could but the protestors kept getting in the way of our car!" said the man. Kuna did not turn around nor reply to what his excuse, leaving an uneasy silence in the room until he heard them walk closer to his desk and set something down on the table. That was when he actually turned around to face them,

"Let's get straight to business. I don't care about your excuses, you already cost me money by having me wait. Have you drafted up plans our plans for after the war?" said Kunagadoga,

"Yes, which would you like to see first. The reconstruction plan or Operation Lavandula Spica Incursio?" asked one of the women,

"The Operation, I already know the reconstruction plan well enough." answered Kunagadoga. The other women sorted through the papers and pulled out a map of Lavender Island to the south of Zoran.

"The biggest opposition we will face on the island is the Giovannilandians, despite having a small army they are well equipped. However, they lack actual combat experience, something which could be to our advantage. But we must be cautious considering they have more knowledge of the terrain there and they have homefield advantage."

"Thank you for stating the obvious Gadiya. Show me what actual invasion plan we have for the island."

"What kind of drawing is this?!" Kuna says as he gestures towards the map, "It looks like a five year old drew those lines!"

"Sir, you did ask us to make these plans only about two hours ago. It was hard to get ahold of our officers considering the recent campaigns." said the man. Kuna gave him a withering stare which immediately shut the man up. The man cleared his throat,

"Anyways, this is to depict the various parts of the Operation. From our southern most island, we will launch three naval invasions. One on the northern coast of Giovanniland, one on a nearby island to establish another base from where we will make landfall on directly southwest of the island, and the third on the northern coast of Blue Bubble. Our forces will secure a foothold on the land to allow for supplies to be sent to them. Meanwhile, once we acquire the Zoranian Navy, we will send them to blockade the southwestern coast of Giovanniland. By controlling the northern coast and blockading the south we will cut Giovanniland off from imports." Kuna nodded, pleased at what he was hearing, "From these footholds, we will start a push towards the inland, securing our control over the island as our men make our way inland. As we starve the people of Blue Bubble and Giovanniland, they will become desperate, weak, and divided as they face unrest from the people. This should make the job of our troops easier when we secure a solid front after we push to the first dotted line you see there. Once that is secure, we will have a three pronged push to Giovannia, hopefully with air support and missile strikes. We will ensure that our men use a scorched earth policy to further starve the city as we burn the farmland around the urban areas. The missile bombardment and the air support should assist in the final push where we surround the capital city and ensure no one gets in and no one gets out. We starve them out for a few days with occasional bombardments and give them a three day ultimatum. If they do not comply we will push into the city, round up the monarchy and members of the legislature and force them to sign a surrender. From there, we will execute the monarch, the royal family, and all members of the government we capture live on television and have the military control the country until we send our own people in to govern the area. Blue Bubble should follow suit with Giovanniland if they know what is good for them." Kuna was very pleased by this plan, he didn't need the specifics of how these plans will be carried out as he will let his officers decide how to do that. Lavender Island will be the first of his future corporate empire, the rich will get richer and the land will be reaped of all it holds, no matter how many lives it will cost. Kuna opened a drawer in his desk and took out four cigars and handed one to each of them. He cut off the bits for all of them and lit his own before raising it up in a form of toast,
"To profit, my friends." He could tell none of them were smokers by their reluctance to accept his offer to light their cigars, but they were too scared to refuse and they followed suit,
"To profit." they said somewhat half heartedly.

[1st T20 World Cup Signups & OOC]

Zoran signs up for the World Cup!

I would also like to place a bid to host!
https://www.nationstates.net/zoran

[Social Technocratic Union]

Thanks for the update Josh!

[The Zoranian Civil War]

May 4, 1420
6:32 AM Over Time
National Zoranian Banking Clan Tower; Yemiduga City, Fisheros, Zoran

Kunagadoga was looking over some data collected on the average expenditure of the war effort to see where he could potentially cut costs when his secretary buzzed in through the intercom,

“Sir, your Director of PR wishes to speak with you.” Kunagadoga sighed,

“Send them in.”

The doors open as a very frantic woman rushes into the room holding a stack of papers. They put it on his desk before they spoke,

“Mr. Kunagadoga have you seen the news?”

“Not particularly, why do you ask?”

“Fujai and Giovanniland have changed their support!” Kunagadoga clapped his hands together with glee,

“Excellent! I knew putting that idea into the mind of that stupid general would pay off! Now they will be ba-”

“Before you get too excited sir, they have not declared that they would be supporting us. In fact, many politicians in those countries have shown open disdain towards us. Both Giovanniland and Fujai have voted to side with the Monarchists. On top of this, Fujai passed a vote to hold those accountable for those responsible for the bombing of Zoradia,” Kunagadoga sat still and remained ominously silent as they continued, “which if they question General Lagodo they might link it back to you…” Kunagadoga slammed his fist on the table, causing the stack of papers that the director of PR brought in to fall all over the ground.

“Damn it! Grrr I don’t know why I thought those dirty hippy socialists would align with us but I thought the idea of economic growth in Zoran and a valuable trade partner would motivate them!” he sighs before downing a cup of gin he had on his desk, “Has there been any word from the GDC on this at all?” The director shook her head in response, “Well let me know when they do, I am not letting this ruin my plans. I am going to have to turn to Plan D.”

“Plan D sir? What happened to plans B and C?
“Those plans are too cliche and over rated, Plan D can’t possibly fail! Plus it will deal a blow to not just the Monarchists but to Atsil personally. It will also demoralize the working class and poor of the country while removing a thorn from our side that has existed for years. Send an order to our Chief Business officer to get me in touch with a Cambrian official ASAP!” The director nodded, cleaned up the papers that were knocked onto the floor, and rushed out of the room to fulfill the order.

Kunagadoga swiveled in his chair to look out the window behind him and he recalled the meeting he had with CGZ two days ago.

You always come knocking for trouble CGZ, you and your ancestors have always managed to escape it but this time your luck is going to run out.

May 4, 1420
7:50 AM Over Time
Temporary Grand Defense Council Building in Southern Zoran

The meeting chamber is active with discussion on recent events. The GDC has not agreed on a plan of attack or defense and has essentially been paralyzed while conflict still rages in the country they have lost control over. The people of Zoran are furious over the bombing of Zoradia and the benefits of the move have been called into question. Speaker Quadelo called the room to order with a slam of their gavel and everyone took their seats. 

General Lagodo, still confident in his ability to be the hero of Zoran, stands up and requests permission to speak and the speaker accepts his request,

“Representatives, I know what we did was hard but think about it! Now no side in this madness can claim the capital and support their claim to be the rightful Zoranian government. We still have international ba-” Representative Tsolaquo then interrupted him,

“False! Don’t even finish that statement! Have you not forgotten what happened yesterday! Both Fujai and Giovanniland, the only countries that have publicly recognized us, have announced that they are supporting the Monarchists! To add insult to injury, all of us here would be brought to court in Fujai over the planning and execution of the bombing of Zoradia! We are now without international support and recognition thanks to the plan you put forth!” General Lagodo, as well as the rest of the room, was caught off guard by this abrupt interruption. He wiped his brow nervously,

“We didn’t need them, they uh...they didn’t even provide us with funds or arms, only recognition and humanitaria-”

“Yes but we wouldn’t have needed arms or funds if it wasn’t for the bombing which wasted not just jet fuel but also missiles and fighter rounds! This is not some video game where you don’t have to worry about supplies but this is real life Lagodo! This is real life war! You can’t win by doing brash actions like this! Every action has consequences!” Speaker Quadelo slammed his gavel,

“Representative Tsolaquo please stop interrupting General Lagodo, I did not give you permission to interrupt or to speak for that matter.” Representative Tsolaquo grumbled as he leaned back into his seat as General Lagodo continued,

“Thank you Speaker, now my plan is simple, we gather our troops here in the area we control and fight off any attacks that the other factions send at us.” More experienced representatives groaned at the sound of this plan as the session went on without any actual plan to be voted on.

May 4, 1420
10:25 AM Over Time
Unknown location

A young recruit came into General Waholi’s office and stood at attention until he was recognized,

“What is it, recruit?” said Waholi as he looked over the plans for the upcoming Uweyv Nunnehi Campaign,

“I was ordered to tell you that Fujai and Giovanniland have both changed their support in the war to supporting our cause. Giovanniland has  stated that, for now, they are only recognizing us as the true Zoranian government. Fujai on the other hand continues to provide humanitarian aid but they also intend on giving us funds and supplies as well as legitimacy. There is a possibility we can be given more support from Giovanniland if we can convince them.” Waholi smiled slightly and turned to face the recruit,

“Thank you for that message, it was much needed good news! You are dismissed.” The recruit salutes before running on back to training. Waholi was relieved by that news as he looks at the plans for the campaign with renewed confidence in their ability to win this war.

[Hall of Nations Application]

1 hour ago, Lundelbell said:

I applyed for the citizenship but get no unswer yet.

Lundelbell 

Please be patient, your application will be reviewed soon.

Also you have yet to include the oath in a post here as well, which is a part of the application to being part of the HoN

[The Zoranian Civil War]

July 18, 1420
5:00 AM Over Time
Unknown location

 

Where You Wish To Go, I Cannot Follow

Adsila sits at the table where she has been spending a lot of her time for the past two months. She has been taking her time to read and learn the skills taught in the SIC training manual, everything from being forgettable, pulling quick changes, how to use certain gadgets, how to resist torture, etc. She has also been practicing how to use the techniques she learned with CGZ, she was surprised how willing he was to help her and how hospitable he has been towards her. He has been willing to teach her some basic martial arts and how to use a firearm. He explained to her that he never uses guns or lethal force like his ancestors before him, but he learned how to know how they work, how to best avoid getting shot, and so he knows what they are capable of. While Adsila did not like the idea of killing, she knew that in her situation it is going to be unavoidable.

After two long months of learning and basic training she is almost ready to leave the thief’s sanctum and join the war. She turns the page of the training manual and read the title of the new chapter she was on and she heard a voice behind her say,

“‘Sexpionage - The Art of Seduction,’ that sounds like a fun chapter. I wonder which one of your ancestors developed this one?”

Atils yelped in surprise when she heard CGZ and quickly slammed the book shut. Adsila’s face was a bright red out of embarrassment and CGZ began laughing at her reaction. She growled in annoyance before getting back to her reading. CGZ’s laughter stopped and he sat at the opposite side of the table from her, still wearing a ski mask and sunglasses to conceal his identity.

“So, do you think you’re ready to go out there yet?” asked CGZ,

“Almost, I just have to read this slightly controversial chapter and I should be ready to...to go out there.” she answered without looking up from the book. CGZ nodded before saying,

“Have you thought about what you’re going to do once you go out there and join the monarchists?”

“I have a bit, based on some of the news I have been reading things seem to be going in their favor as they are receiving a lot of international support. If they manage to focus on pushing the corporates out the northern island they will be able to have more resources freed up to focus on attacking the south. It’s simple, I know, but it’s a start.” CGZ chuckled,

“Understandable, I have to ask, do you even know who is leading the Corporates?” Adsila shakes her head as she turns a page in the manual.

“Do you remember a certain Kunagadoga Quasena from your years in secondary school?” Adsila paused at that name and looked up from the manual to look at the lenses of CGZ’s sunglasses,

“I do...are you saying tha-”

“Yes, Kunagadoga is the leader of the Corporates.” Adsila stops for a second and recalls a dream she had two weeks ago. One where a lady spoke to her and said that the son of the basket weaver sought to kill the heir to Ani’-Wah’. She conveys this to CGZ who shrugs in response,

“I am not one to put stock in dreams but I would be lying if I said he didn’t want to kill you.” There was silence between them for a while before she broke it,

“I can read this chapter later when I have time, I need to go there now.” CGZ seemed to have blinked a few times behind his sunglasses before nodding with understanding.

“Ok, I will take you to the monarchists today. Gather up what you need and we will depart.” CGZ got up and made his way to leave the room when Adsila stopped him by asking,

“Why have you really been helping me? I know you said that it was because you felt bad for my situation in all of this but I don’t think that’s your true motive.” CGZ stopped at the open door leading to his library before looking back at her. He let out a sigh,

“Because Kuna should never be allowed to take power, it is no secret that he is a cruel cold hearted bastard but I have a personal vendetta against him for what he did to my sister. Not too long ago, before the mess I made in Saint Jocelyn during the Olympics, my sister met Kunagadonga and for a few months they were friends. However, I knew better and tried to warn her but she didn’t believe me when I said he was a scumbag. Then one day she went to see him and she didn’t come home. That’s when I knew something was wrong and I went out to find Kunagadoga and confront him about my sister. When I found him we got into a fist fight where I ended up coming out on top and demanded to know where my sister was. All he said was that she was ‘anywhere but here.’ I pressed him to tell me what he meant by that only to find out he sold her to human traffickers…” CGZ’s head hung low with defeat, “She’s only a year older than me, nineteen. I have been trying to find her since but to no avail, and when I saw that you became a potential threat to Kuna I didn’t even hesitate to find you. So my actions weren’t entirely selfless, they were primarily driven by a selfish desire for revenge.” Adsila didn’t know what to say, she empathized with him and felt his pain, sorrow, and hate. Her voice was only a whisper when she spoke,

“The room I’m staying in...that was her room wasn’t it?” CGZ nodded,

“Adsila...when you leave here you will not get any aid from me...for where you wish to go I cannot follow. After the stunt I pulled in Cambria they are probably planning on a way of killing me and I don’t think I will be able to survive that when it comes. So I ask this of you, unify the country, avenge its people, and let nothing stand in your way. Build a better Zoran, a better place for the torchbearers of tomorrow.” CGZ’s voice began to crack as he spoke and when he finished he walked through the doorway and left Adsila alone with the weight of the conversation weighing down upon her thoughts.

I didn’t think CGZ was about my age, I guess part of his persona is to appear older than he is. But the pain he must have experienced makes me think of the pain of the Zoranian people. Many are probably seeing me of some sort of savior...but I am just one woman.

She held her head in her hands as she realized the weight of her role she plays in all this. But the words of CGZ echo in her head,

Unify the country, avenge its people, and let nothing stand in your way.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” She said to herself before getting up to gather her things as she prepares to leave.

[The Zoranian Civil War]

July 15, 1420 AF
2:00 AM Over time

Official statement from the Zoranian Theocrats:

It is with a sad heart that we announce that after the denouncement of the Divine shaman we have lost many supporters. Morale has dwindled and there is little point going forward, it is with a heavy heart that I announce that the theocrats surrender to the other factions of this bloody civil war.

Shaman Oconostota Nideloyu

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Zoranian Civil War map as of 16 July 1420

[The Zoranian Civil War]

Gagotigakanvsgi Campaign
(Duration: 19 days)

 

Faction:	Monarchists	GDC	Corporates
Strength:	3000	2000 men	6,020 men
Losses:	250 Killed ~4 MIA	~400 killed 10 MIA 24 taken prisoner	~300 Killed 20 MIA
Remaining:	~2746 retreated	~1566 retreated	~5,700 remain

Corporate Victory
 

Campaign Report:

July 15, 1420

Dear Mr. Quasena,

The Monarchists made a push into one of our provinces in the northern island which resulted in us receiving 4,020 of our men joining our hold here. We decided to make a push to assert our control over the contested province of Gagotigakanvsgi using our forces here to make a push. Using the equipment you purchased from Dalimbar we were able to inflict significant casualties on the GDC troops in that territory. Many of them appeared to be poorly trained and poorly equipped, allowing our men to pick them off easily. However, the monarchist rebels in the area gave us a bit more trouble. They appear to be proficient with guerilla and urban warfare, able to move quickly and concealing themselves with their surroundings. We lost a significant amount of men as we fought in the cities and the jungles but after a few days of fighting we were able to push them out of the province. The attack you ordered on the province that borders Gagotigakanvsgi to the west must have had them decide to pull out of the province in favor of keeping their territory. We are still rooting out small pockets of GDC troops and monarchists scouts but the province should be under your complete control over the course of a few weeks.

From,

General Adanite

[1st World Cup of Football [rosters, roleplays, results]]

Zoranian Times Live!

"Good morning Zoran! I am Quiyakaso Gohalitsve and welcome to Zoranian Times Live! Last night our team went up against Libterraria for a place in the quarterfinals! To say the least the game was a bit of a bore as both teams were constantly preventing each other from scoring for most of the game. Our team's offense kept being disrupted by the Libterrarian defense and our defense kept disrupting their offense. However, in the final few minutes of the game, our team was able to score a goal against Libterraria, breaking the deadlock between the teams. This goal was pulled off by Ayeli Igvyiditlvanigisdi who kicked the ball into the goal from the right of the goal! This has progressed us into the quarterfinals where our team will face off against the Nieubasrian team! The coach has said that the team is going to be watching the Nieubasrian football team's previous matches in order to learn their strategies in order to be able to counter it. Tonight's match will be one that should not be missed."

Quiyakaso then closed his eyes clenched his jaw, seemingly waiting for something to come and ruin his broadcast. But nothing came.

"Huh, this is a rare occurance. Well then, I hope you are able to watch the match Zoran. Stay safe and beware of the Dalimbari landmines! This was Quiyakaso Gohalitsve with the World Cup report!"

[1st World Cup of Football [rosters, roleplays, results]]

Zoranian Times Live!

"Hello Zoran! I am glad to say that our team has progressed to round 16 of the World Cup after a draw with the Herfordian football team! Both teams were equally matched as neither of them gave any ground for the other to score. While there were a few moments where it appeared that a team would break the tie but that was not the case. Up next we have a match against Libterraria which will determine whether or not we will get to the quarterfinals or not!"

Someone then runs into view of the camera and hands Quiyakaso a piece of paper, he looks down and reads it.

"Ah and in other news, there have been rumors that the body of the infamous thief GCZ has been found in Zoran. This is all speculation of course as the body has not been identified properly yet, the only evidence that has led people to believe it was CGZ was the black clothing, a belt with equipment, and a deck of CGZ calling cards in a side pouch on the belt. Yet those who deny it to be CGZ's body state that he would have been wearing his special body armor if it was CGZ. Yet those who believe it to be CGZ theorize that he might have had to use regular clothing due to the armor having to be repaired and thus not fit for being worn. All of this has yet to be confirmed and will probably not be covered by me as I am only the news anchor for this sporting event."

Someone off screen can be heard booing and then a soda can flies into view and hits Quiyakaso in the head.

"Hey! That's not my fault! I was only given orders from the bosses to report this development in order to maximize coverage! Now, if you will allow me, I would like to cover highlights from the match last ni-"

More booing can soon be heard as garbage is soon being thrown as Quiyakaso and then the camera man throws the camera at Quiyakaso, causing the feed to cut and a technical difficulties screen appearing. And then more Nieubasrian ads play on the screen.

[1st World Cup of Football [rosters, roleplays, results]]

Zoranian Times Live!

On the screen Quiyakaso looks disheveled and is covered in white feathers from what can only be assumed to be from the Dilberian seagulls. He sighed before speaking in a monotone voice,

"Hello Zoran, I am Quiyakaso and I am here to report the past few matches because I was too busy being attacked by drugged up seagulls that followed me from Dilber. Now with that out of the way, let's look at the match against Arrifiyah, out team lost 1-0 after a blade in one of the keeper's shoes went off and embedded itself into the field, causing the keeper to fall over and be unable to block the incoming ball. The Zoranian team congratulates Arrifiyah on their victory. Then in last night's match, our team lost to Recuecn 0-2 after our team failed to control the midfield and were defeated by Recuecn's offensive. The team also congratulated Recuecn on their victory, but rumor has it that the NACZ is not pleased with the team's performance or their political statements that they have been making recently. I asked the coach how he felt about the teams performance he replied with a simple shrug. But when asked what he is going to do to ensure the team progresses in the tournament he responded by saying, 'We will win by any means necessary, we aren't just going to beat the team, we are going to decommission them...permanently.' The members of the Zoranian team do not seem to agree with the coach's statement saying that they will play to the best of their abilities and that all they care about in the end is the game and their countrymen."

Quiyakaso pulls out his phone for a second only for it to start filling up with Nieubasrian ads.

"Damn it! This is what happens when I decide to stop paying for ad blockers! Grrr now it will take me hours to close them all out!" 

Quiyakaso continues to grumble about the Nieubasrian ads until the NACZ logo appears on the screen.

[1st World Cup of Football [rosters, roleplays, results]]

Zoranian Times Live!

The screen shows Quiyakaso shivering in the cold as he did not bring clothes for colder weather.

"H-h-hello people of Z-Z-Zoran, m-my name is Qui-Quiyakaso and I am here in the c-c-c-cold to report the results from the last two m-m-matched because w-we had some t-t-trouble with our pro-producer. S-s-so far our t-t-t-team has won both of its games. In the f-f-first game against I-Irador, we won 2-0 after s-s-some unfortun-n-nate plays made b-b-by the Iradorian team. In last n-night's match we b-b-beat Italia 1-0 a-after some m-masterful control ov-over the midfield by o-our team. N-now o-our team d-did not s-stand f-f-for the n-national anthem in b-both m-matches. I asked the c-c-coach about this and h-he said that the t-t-team 'did not f-f-feel comfortable p-pledging their a-allegiance to the f-flag of the g-g-government that b-b-bombed its own people.' T-they claim to n-n-not recognize the GDC as their g-g-gov-government and o-openly d-denounce the C-corporate Union, s-s-saying they f-f-favor those t-troublesome m-monarchists. T-they f-f-f-faced backlash f-from the NACZ w-who did not a-a-agree with the player's p-p-political m-m-message. B-b-but at the s-s-second m-match, they c-c-came onto the f-f-field burning the zoranian f-f-flag, which caused the UA fire department to put i-i-it out w-with a fire e-ex-extinguisher. This r-r-resulted in f-further ba-ba-backlash from the NACZ who w-w-warned them that th-this would not be t-t-tolerated."

A random United Adaikian in shorts and short sleeves walks by and looks at Quiyakaso in an odd manner before shaking their head and continuing on their way.

"T-the coach did n-n-not comment on the p-p-player's actions and i-i-instead t-t-talked about the b-b-blades in the cleats of the players t-t-that they pl-plan on u-u-using i-i-if thing g-g-go badly and h-h-having the r-r-refugees f-f-fill the goal to p-p-prevent the other team from s-s-scoring a goal. W-w-we will see h-how they play tonight i-i-if my ass doesn't fr-freeze off in this h-h-horribly cold weather."

From off screen someone said,

"Uh Quiyakaso, it's only 24^oC it really isn't that cold."

"Sh-sh-shut up! D-don't laugh at me!"

Suddenly the sound of squawking seagulls is heard and a flock of Dilberian seagulls descend upon Quiyakaso.

"NOOOO! THEY FOLLOWED MY SCENT!" Quiyakaso exclaimed before running off camera being chased by Dilberian seagulls.

[1st World Cup of Football [rosters, roleplays, results]]

Zoranian Times Live!

You see Quiyakaso trying to hide his black eye behind some makeup as the camera shows the Adaikes Central airport. When he realizes he is recording, he throws the makeup to the side and looks into the camera.

"Hello people of Zoran, or at least those that are able to watch currently, I am Quiyakaso Gohalitsve and I am here in the city of Steskia in United Adaikes to watch the arrival of our football team to participate in the World Cup! Based on our team's coach they are using the 4-2-3-1 formation during the tournament. They have not discussed anything more on the strategy for the tournament as they have said that their plan is 'winning.' Now the team says that they do not plan on doing any celebration or hyping before or after the World Cup out of respect for their countrymen who are enduring hardship back in Zoran. In fact, after interviewing some players before now, many of them said that they didn't even want to come and compete with the way the country is right now. What made some of them change their mind was not revealed to me and I am afraid to make any speculation lest I will get punched in the face again! Now, tonight we will see our players face off against Irador! Let's wish them the best of luck!"

The sound of a plane landing can be heard in the background as a plane comes into view on the screen as the plane carrying the Zoranian players lands on the runway.

"That must be them now! Let's go se-"

He stops as twice the number of refugees from the Rugby World Cup pour out of the cargo hold. Quiyakaso's jaw dropped as he saw this and only shook his head.

"Of course something like this would happen," he muttered to himself, "it appears more Zoranian refugees have stowed away on the private flight of the Zoranian football team. I am still baffled as to how they all managed to survive the flight here or how they even crammed themselves in there again but at this point in my career this isn't the craziest thing I have seen."

In the background a refugee is holding a football player's cleat and is inspecting it in a curious faction when suddenly a blade pops up from the tip of the shoe, causing refugee to drop the cleat out of surprise.

"Ok, now that surprises me, I only fear what those blades are going to be used for. Anyways, that's all for me today and I hope to see you all tomorrow!"

[The Zoranian Civil War]

Uweyv Nunnehi Campaign

(Duration: 1 month 23 days)

 

Faction:	Monarchists	Theocrats	Corporates
Strength:	20,000 men	1000 men	5,000 men
Losses:	600 Killed ~20 MIA	~800 Killed 50 taken prisoner ~5 MIA	~900 Killed 80 taken prisoner
Remaining:	~19,380 remain	~145 retreated	~4,020 retreated

 

Decisive Monarchist Victory

 

Campaign Report:

26 June, 1420

Began with a push from north of the province, 20,000 men crossed the border into corporate territory. We were able to use guerilla tactics to ambush a few mercenary patrols and steal some supplies. Our scouts were able to mark some mercenary camps where we divided out men and struck at them simultaneously, falling back to lure them deeper into the jungle so we could regroup and use the jungle to our advantage. This resulted in some casualties on our side but we dealt a massive blow to corporate forces in the province. However, there was an unexpected theocratic assault on the province as well so we had quite a few of them to deal with.

One particular soldier showed some impressive prowess on the battlefield, using only a compound bow and a sword to go behind enemy lines to capture a few soldiers prisoner from smaller enemy camps. When asked how he was able to accomplish this seemingly stupidly rash feat he responded saying, “When a man is able to sneak into your camp, kill five of your friends in the night, and rushes you with a sword and starts yelling at you to get on the ground, would you challenge them?” His name is Tagwadihi Sitsameho and he has gained some recognition and admiration among the troops. I believe it would be wise to keep an eye on him for the future.

Ultimately, after a month and a few days of surprise attacks, raids, and pushing we were able to drive the corporates out of the province and have begun sending men out across the province to secure our control. However, this campaign was not without civilian casualties. A few innocent men, women, and children were caught in the crossfire in a few towns and some were blown up by those bloody Dalimbari landmines. While our men also fell victim to them, seeing a child being blown up in front of your eyes is a whole other feeling. Other people have been displaced by the conflict, exact numbers are unknown. As we gain control over the province we shall begin sweeping for mines in order to make it safer for the people. A provisional government for the province has been established until the people are organized enough to send a representative to the civilian legislative council.

We lost about 600 men in this campaign and approximately 50 are MIA. We also have 130 prisoners, 80 from the corporate mercenaries and 50 from the theocrats.

[1st World Cup of Football [rosters, roleplays, results]]

Zoranian Times Live!

"H-hello people of Zoran, or those who are watching I really don't know with the state of the country right now, I am your eternally suffering host, Quiyakaso Gohalitsve, here in the ruins of what was the Zoranian Times building in what used to be Zoradia,"
Camera zooms out to show Quiyakaso sitting in a chair with a cardbord box upside down in front of him that is made to look like a desk with a makeshift greenscreen behind him without a roof above him, the remains of a wall behind him, and the ruins of the city all around him

"And I am pleased to announce that I am not fired! In fact I am one of the few people in the news agency that has not been sacked by the bosses! However, in other news I am pleased to announce the upcoming World Cup and that Zoran is attending! I will be there too to report it," Quiyakaso looks up at the sky before saying, "Spirit please let this trip not be as painful as my other trips. Despite the turmoil in our country our football team will be there to try and bolster the spirits of the people of the nation. Here is the roster for the World Cup and their jersey!"

 

CF	Ayeli Igvyiditlvanigisdi
CF	Adalagisgv Dagvwalodi
CM	Tahlonteeskee Tlogesi
CM	Awiinageehi Dinanelohvsgi
CM	Unalii Alisoqualvdi
WB	Goyadv Gasohi
CB	Gasohi Dinanelohvsgi
CB	Ahneewakee Uyatsvsv
CB	Ama-Edohi Tsonusv
WB	Gaduanuwosdi Quamone
K	Ohisdi Ugasesdi
WB	Nvgotlvhisodiyi Digatilvsdi
CB	Amo-Adawehi Quilasoga
CF	Adayvtesdi Gasadoyasdi

"Wait a second, what are those logos? We can't show that! Get that off the air! I don't want to get fired, I need my job!"
Suddenly, two muscular men in suits appear on either side of Quiyakaso on screen and one cracks their knuckles.
"Guys please this is an honest mistake! You need me to report the World Cup! Please don-"
Quiyakaso is then punched in the face before the words "Technical Difficulties" appear on the screen and the NACZ Logo quickly replaces it with the following information on it for some strange reason.

Injure my players: Yes
Assign my players yellow cards: yes
Assign my players red cards: no
Godmod injuries: Yes
Godmod scoring: Yes
Godmod other events: Yes

Style modifier: +2

[The Zoranian Civil War]

May 3, 1420
6:45 AM Over Time

A day after Waholi sent out the call, generals of the monarchist cause gathered at the central headquarters to discuss the future of the war. Waholi is the highest ranking general there and is the de facto leader of the faction until they find Atsil. Their main concerns that they are going to address are Atsil’s location, the bombing of Zoradia, organization of the government until they find Atsil, and plans for the offensive.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for heading my call. The war has begun and already there has been a tragedy. The bombing of Zorardia, which is still going on, is a waste of resources and a tragedy for all Zoranians. For now we cannot do much, all we can do is stay away from the city. But we have another pressing matter that we need to address.” He directs everyone’s attention to a tv screen he has on a stand that shows the video of Atsil being escorted away by CGZ.

“Atsil Ani’-Wah’, the current head of the Ani’-Wah’ family and the person we, along with a majority of the people who support our cause, believe should rule the country as queen, is currently in an unknown location. CGZ’s ‘mythical’ and illusive hideout is where she is most likely located but no one knows its location. We have tried scouts, intelligence, tracking, etc. to try and locate her to no avail. So I had no choice but to look towards a more supernatural means of locating her.” One of the generals, General Nilesa, chuckled at this,

“Waholi, I didn’t take you for a spiritual man. I know you are religious but I didn’t take you to be the person who would turn to something so unrealistic.” Waholi looked at them with a stern gaze before they spoke,

“Neither did I until we ran into a dead end. I had no choice but to accept the assistance of the Saint Markian seers in locating her.” The whole room burst into laughter until another general spoke,

“With all due respect sir, resorting solely on something as ‘mystical’ as seers does not seem to inspire much confidence in us.” Waholi nodded in an understanding manner,

“While I understand that sentiment, we have no choice. Tell me, has any of you found a lead that would let us find Atsil?” The laughter died down as the question was asked and all the generals sat in silence and with slight embarrassment at the fact that they had no better lead on the whereabouts of Atsil.

“Exactly as I thought,” said Waholi with a smirk on his face, “according to the Saint Markan seers, Atsil is not in danger with CGZ, in fact she plans on leaving from hiding soon. But she is in danger from the ‘basket weaver’s son,’ whoever that is. So there is a chance Atsil is coming out of hiding but we cannot be certain on that. If she does come back then we must be ready to protect her and bring her here. I believe everyone knows the procedure that should occur.” The generals in the room nodded, all of them knew what they must do if Atsil is found, they will do as much as they can to be sure she is safe and that she is with them.

“Good, keep your men on the lookout and tell your scouting parties to keep their eyes peeled for any signs of her return. Now, we must get onto the issue of the actual government organization until she returns.” Waholi then pulled out a manilla folder with documents detailing how the provisional government would run.

“I suggest that we let the people have a voice in our affairs too. But, we cannot let them have a voice in sensitive issues that require secrecy. So we have them send representatives to a public building where they can make some decisions until we get Atsil here to form an official government.”

“But sir,” said a younger general, General Quvmate, “why are we letting Atsil form the new government entirely? Sure we want her to be queen but that seems like a bit of an odd idea to me.” His comment was followed by a few agreeing nods in the room,

“Well, Atsil has been studying political sciences in university. She also has experience through the internship she was doing under her father before this mess started. She is also a bright woman whose actions remind me of her father. While my faith in her is somewhat based on the idea that she might be like her father, I still firmly believe that it should be up to the future queen to create the government. We are all just men and women who know of military strategy, with a basic understanding of politics. That is why we form a provisional government with civilian representation to help legislate and make decisions while we deal with the conflict. What we need to do is send people to different parts of the country that we control and spread word to vote on a representative for the Zoranians in that district. From there we can have some order and support from the people while also providing services to those in need. Does anyone have any objections to this idea?”

The room was quiet as the generals looked at each other to see their reaction to this plan. None of them had any better ideas so they did not object to this plan. All of them knew that they could not win a war without support from the people and as the most popular faction in this war, they had to ensure that they take care of the people and build further support in the country. With no objections Waholi nodded before bringing up a map of the country on the screen.

“Now we must discuss our plan for the war. I believe that our biggest threat is the Corporates. After the Divine Shaman’s denouncement of the religious fanatics they will lose any support that they possibly had and will collapse within a few months. The GDC is disorganized, corrupt, and wasting resources on the bombing of Zoradia. So the corporates are our biggest adversary. Should the theocrats collapse, I believe that the corporates will take control of the province to the east. I say we prevent them from having a connected territory on the northern island in advance by attempting to take the province they control to the south. We already have men in the territory we control on the southern border of that province so we can attack them on two fronts.” Waholi said as he pointed at the provinces he was referring to with a stick.

“What about the two theocratic provinces to the southwest of one of our northernmost provinces? If the theocrats collapse as you say then shouldn’t we send men there to secure control as soon as possible?” said General Quvmate.

“Yes, in fact I will let you lead the offensive on those two provinces. Make sure to avoid civilian casualties as often as possible.” said Waholi. The generals further discussed their plans for the war.

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