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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!"
- United Adaikes, Arifiyyah and Larxia
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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.
- Arifiyyah and United Adaikes
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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.
- iOctagon, United Adaikes, Arifiyyah and 2 others
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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 24oC 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.
- Fujai, United Adaikes and Arifiyyah
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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!"
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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.
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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: YesStyle modifier: +2
- Arifiyyah, United Adaikes and Sufys
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May 3, 1420
6:45 AM Over TimeA 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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Zoran signs up and is interested in hosting the World Cup!
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1 minute ago, Rojo Nico (SMMR) said:
Ok, can you remind me where that is pls?
https://www.westpacific.org/forums/index.php?/topic/3446-hall-of-nations-application/
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Welcome! We are glad to have you here! Feel free to ask any questions and apply for HoN citizenship to become more involved with the region!
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May 2, 1420
An Official Letter from the Divine Shaman to the PeopleTo the People of Zoran,
Dear children of the Spirit, these are turbulent times for our people. We have not seen conflict like this since the Great Spirit War when Gawonii the Heretic divided our people, but times have changed much since then. We are no longer individual tribes who were divided over beliefs, rather we are now one state, one tribe, one family. This isn’t conflict between tribes, this is conflict within a family! We must not forget the words of Adanvdo and the teachings of the Spirit during these times.
But as many of you are aware, there are those that claim I should lead our people in a temporal role as well as a religious one. Do not believe these claims, for I wish no such thing. I am simply a spiritual guide, not a head of state. Those who claim such things are fanatics, those who misunderstand the teachings of Adanvdo and the word of the Spirit! All those that are part of these fanatics must realize the error of their ways and lay down their arms to prevent further bloodshed. I condemn these fanatics for their actions and their claims. I do not wish to rule this country, I am only a guide in the ways of the faith. All shamans who are part of these fanatics are to be considered shamans no more unless they repent before me.
May there be peace in the land once more. Let us all pray for those lives who have been lost in the bombing of Zoradia and those who have died in this conflict so far. Let the Spirit guide us all.
-Divine Shaman Oochalata
- Fhaengshia, Fujai, Larxia and 1 other
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“One doesn't need to believe in Bigfoot for Bigfoot to believe in them.” -Bran Astor; January 7, 2021
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May 2, 1420
5:00 AM Over Time
National Zoranian Banking Clan Tower; Yemiduga City, Fisheros, ZoranKunagadoga Quasena sat at the desk in his office—the same office he had claimed for himself two days ago—smoking a cigar as he watched the desolation of the great city of Zoradia with malevolent glee on the TV.
“Perfect, this is going exactly as planned.” He said to himself as he watched a building collapse.
This plan is going to be so much easier with that incompetent pompus general in my pocket. The best part is that I don’t have to pay him anything, I just have to give him a “good” idea and allow him to take the credit for it. Not only will the GDC be wasting its resources but it made itself look to the international community. But, more importantly, the suffering that was caused by this should be enough to lure Atsil out of hiding, she always had a soft heart.
He takes a drag of his cigar before looking at the latest reports from the field and swiveling his chair so he is facing the window that overlooks the city. He grins as he sees the preparations for the operation to either capture or eliminate Atsil, the sooner she is out of the picture the faster the Monarchists will fall.
“So glad to see you sitting in the chair of another bourgeois prick’s office. What did you have to do to get this one? Hold their family hostage? Threaten to ruin their hedge fund?” said an all too familiar synthesized voice,
“To be honest, you arrived a day later than expected and I am still baffled as to how you got past the security. What do you want CGZ?” said Kunagadoga in a cold and monotone voice,
“Want something? No, if I wanted to take from you rich assholes I would have already taken it. I came to impart some wisdom onto you.”
“Oh? Tell me, what can you possibly teach me that I don’t already know?”
“If you continue to follow down this path of dishonor and hatred, you will only be met with despair. With your current position you may do as you please, but once the foundations start to shake, things will be very different for you. The Daughter of Zoran will rise like the Dawn Bird and the sun in the old tales and with her the vengeance of all those you have harmed in your hunger for wealth and power will come down upon you. For she is your reckoning and she will Kick. Your. Ass.” CGZ said in a serious synthesized tone, “Remember, Kuna, just as Adanvdo once said, greed is a miser’s drunkenness and when the miser is consumed by his avarice, the righteous will come and take what is due.”
Kunagadoga began to chuckle and it grew into full blown laughter as he swiveled his chair around to face the armored king of thieves and tosses the reports he was looking at on his desk,
“When did you become a comedian? By the Spirit that was funny! ‘The Daughter of Zoran,’ HA! You use some colorful language and your performance was remarkable, but let’s be honest, Atsil doesn’t stand a chance.” he stopped laughing and a stern look forms on his face, “I know you came here because she is planning on leaving your mythical and illusive sanctum and you want to scare me into giving up. Let me tell you this, I am not backing down and Atsil will either be brought to me in chains or will be brought to me in a bodybag with a bullet through her skull. Your words mean nothing to me, thief, why? Because I know you will do nothing but sit back and watch this all unfold. You have all this power, all this skill, and who knows how much wealth, but you will never do anything with it. You won’t even do anything to protect that bitch when she leaves.” At this point, Kunagadoga was out of his seat and leaning forward on his desk and the air was tense. CGZ maintained his cool and didn’t let Kuna’s words get to him,
“This isn’t my fight and more importantly I have a dislike for killing. I am only telling you to back down now because if you pursue this path, you are going to be the one who ends up dead. I hope you are pleased with the pain you are inflicting on others Kuna, because all that pain will just be sent back unto you.” The power in the building then went out and smoke filled the room and by the time the power went on a minute or two later, CGZ was gone. Kuna coughed as the smoke cleared only to be left slightly annoyed with CGZ’s disturbance.
“Yeah right, that thief is all talk. Atsil won’t have what it takes to survive through this, the supposed ‘Daughter of Zoran’ as he called her will be nothing more than a lie told by him.”
- Fujai, Saint Mark, Fhaengshia and 1 other
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May 1, 1420
3:45 PM Over TimeWaholi leaned upon his desk and held the ridge of his nose as he coped with the continued bombing of Zoradia. Five platoons worth of men were lost in the city when the bombing began. He doesn’t know whether the men are MIA or KIA and for now considers them MIA. This is all based on reports he is receiving from various hideouts that are receiving the men that were in the area of the city. The men they received informed them of what occurred and after hours of collecting information they came to the number of men lost to be the equivalent of five platoons.
Waholi took another drink of his Badgerian whisky when a junior officer entered the room,
“Sir, Prince Dominic of Larxia is here to meet with you.” Waholi nodded and turned to face the junior officer,
“Bring him in.” he ordered. The soldier saluted before carrying out his orders. Waholi let out a sigh of exhaustion to get himself ready for the prince’s arrival. A few minutes later, Prince Dominic was escorted into the room with what Waholi assumed to be his assistant of some sort following behind him.
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your highness.” Waholi said with a bow, “Please, take a seat. I am sorry if recent events caused any disruptions in your flight here. Is there anything I can offer you and your assistant?”
“Oh, no thanks. We have come here on urgent business. We would like to see you win the war, then we can sit together for a drink or two. But right now you need something and we’re here to offer it to you,” said Prince Dominic in a serious tone as he took a seat.
“As you wish, your highness. I would like to apologize for my, how should is say, disheveled appearance. The bombing that is going on has had a large impact on me. I’ve been up since midnight getting the troops who were in the city or around it out of the area and getting a total on the number we lost in it.” Waholi said with a heavy heart.
“I’m sorry for the loss. There’s nothing worse than losing your men without a chance to fight back, and we are very invested in your victory, given our friendly history with the Ani’-Wah’s,” Prince Dominic said rather coolly.
“Thank you, now I don’t want to waste anymore of your valuable time. I am assuming you know what we desperately need, yes?
“Of course. We are willing to offer you any kinds of armaments that you require. We’ll be offering you funds to fight and survive through the war, and I know that you don’t control any launch pads or the planes, we are willing to help you with that if you require. Larxian scientists have almost developed a mobile launch site that you can assemble, launch, and disassemble. It would look like there wasn’t a missile fired from that location. Now of course only if you want it. Though I feel I should tell you that the King has one stipulation, he wants to strengthen the relations with Zoran in the future, so he would like to sign a trade deal with you post war,” Prince Dominic laid out the terms.
“Thank you for your aid, your highness. We gratefully accept the aid you are giving us, of course we would be willing to establish a trade deal after the war. I hope you have a safe flight home, may the Spirit guide you.”
"Oh I won't be flying back for some time. I need to maintain my cover. If you ever need to talk to me, I'll be staying in the Saint Markan estate around ten miles south of Gosdugadohi. Here's a burner phone, call me before you send anyone. May the Spirit be with you," Prince Dominic said as he took leave of the General. Waholi nodded and turned to another soldier in the room,
“Gather all the generals, it is time for a meeting to discuss our strategy for the war along with other issues. Also, Saint Mark said that their mystics might be able to assist us in locating Atsil, send word to them and say we are interested.” said Waholi to the soldier before they left the room. Waholi returned to his desk and turned his attention from the reports on the casualties from the ongoing bombings to the reports on the potential whereabouts of Atsil, to which he sees is very little.
The whole key to finding her location is finding that mythical and illusive hideout of CGZ. Unfortunately, that is unlikely to occur so I have no choice but to resort to using unreliable superstition. Damn it Apenimon, while you were unable to raise that girl she certainly shares many of your qualities.
Waholi thought to himself before gathering up what he needs for the upcoming meeting with other generals in the faction.
- Larxia, Saint Mark, Fujai and 1 other
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@Sultan Arif of Arifiyyah You need to make a map claim first
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Dusts off slime machine again and pulls the lever dropping @Dilber into a vat full of slime
I wait for the day to do this regularly again.
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April 31, 1420
1:00 AM Over Time
Unknown locationAtsil could not sleep, her mind was racing with concern over the innocent lives at risk from the conflict. She thought of her siblings and her nieces and nephews, worried about how they are handling the situation. CGZ did end up getting her a phone as promised and indeed it was better than her previous one and thankfully none of the things she had saved on her previous phone was lost. In the time since CGZ took her here, her siblings have been asking if she’s safe or if she is actually in league with the monarchists. She has been afraid to respond fearing that she would be putting their lives at risk.
She decided to go and get something to drink from the kitchen and left the room. As she descended down the stairs she heard what sounded like surprised movement in the direction of the living room. As she reached the bottom, she saw CGZ wearing a ski mask and sunglasses, jeans, and a white long sleeve shirt.
“What are you doing up so early in the morning?” he asked,
“What are *yawn* you doing up so early in the morning?” she asked back. He let out a slight chuckle before saying,
“Keeping my eye on the movements of the different factions. For the past hour something terrible has been happening in Zoradia.” These words made Atsil worry,
“What do you mean? What happened?” CGZ sighed before asking,
“Do you really want to know?” As simple as those words were it made Atsil’s hair stand up on the back of her neck. She found herself hesitating before answering,
“Yes, what happened?” CGZ tapped the right side of his sunglasses and said,
“Jeeves, turn on family room TV.” The flat screen TV behind him came to life and showed a horrific scene. Zoranian multirole fighter jets bombing the capital city of Zoradia. Missiles collided into the skyscrapers and the jets fired HEI-T-SD rounds into buildings to slowly bring them crumbling down. Soldiers from different factions were scrambling to get out of the city and she saw some get crushed under a piece of concrete. Atsil stood there silently watching it all unfold with shock. Her skin turned pale and her eyes began to water as her body began to tremble.
How could a government do this! Innocent lives are at risk! This act is unnecessary and a waste of resources! All the people who must be living in fear at what is occurring...it fills my heart with sorrow.
Her legs soon gave out and she began to cry, lamenting the suffering of the people. She didn’t hear CGZ tell Jeeves to turn off the TV or his approaching footsteps. CGZ knelt down and helped Atsil to her feet and walked her over to the couch. He offered her comfort while she lamented over the suffering of the people.
CGZ felt bad for Atsil, she did not ask to be part of any of this. All factions are looking for her all because she is the new head of the Ani’-Wah’ family. Atsil was young and while CGZ wasn’t much older than her, she has been experiencing so much change in such a short amount of time.
I do not envy her, no one should have to deal with all of this. There is so little that I can do to help her, but by providing her refuge she will at le-
“I need to go out there.” she finally said after a few minutes of crying.
“What? Are you insane!?”
“People are suffering, I need to do something to help them!”
“Atsil, you have a large target on your back! The corporates want you dead, the theocrats want you dead, even the GDC wants you dead! By going out there you are going to get killed!”
“Hiding away while people are suffering is dishonorable! I need to go out there and do something to help! Even if it is by leading the monarchist faction, I have to do something for them!”
“You don’t even know if the monarchist leadership is only riding on the popularity of your father! They could seek to use you as a puppet for their goals!”
“Well to me they are the lesser of four evils! If they want to use me as a puppet then it will be their fault for underestimating me! I may not want to be queen but I have to do something to help the country and its people.” CGZ got up from the couch and stormed away into one of the many mysterious rooms in this place. After a few minutes CGZ came back with a thick file in his hand and handed it to Atsil. The folder had the logo of the SIC on it and below it said “Training Manual”.
“Read up on this. You aren’t going to be able to master it today but you may need some skills from this if you want to do what you plan on doing.” Atsil took the file and looked at it with surprise,
“How did you even? Nevermind, I shouldn’t be surprised. But if you are so against me going out there then why give me this?”
“Because if you want to go out there I can’t stop you. If you are going to do this then I don’t want to see you get killed out there. So, to me, the best way to help you is to give you access to the skills created by your family so you have a chance of surviving.” He began walking away when he said, “Let me know when you are ready to leave so I can take you to the monarchist headquarters.” CGZ then left the family room and Atsil was left on the couch with the training manual in her hand.
What an odd man. He went from being frustrated to helpful and reluctantly supportive. Well I don’t intend on looking a gift horse in the mouth so I better get to reading this immediately.
Atsil went to her guest room with the file to begin reading the SIC manual.
Meanwhile, CGZ took the sunglasses and the ski mask off and sat at his desk and looked at the monitors of his computer. He pulled up the information he had on the different factions and their allies.
So let’s see here. Seems the GDC has recognition from Giovanniland and support from the Fujansk, Artzotskia, and Marble Mallorca. For the monarchists it seems that they might have support from Saint Mark and Larxia. It appears that the theocrats might have support from Varanius and the corporates have made it clear that they are doing business with Dalimbar. This is going to be an interesting war.
He then turned his attention to the pile of calling cards on his desk and as he looked at the symbol on it Atsil’s words echoed in his head,
Hiding away while people are suffering is dishonorable!
He recalled his family history, how his ancestors performed daring heists and escapes in the past just for the thrill of the steal. But what always stood out to him was how they gave half of what they stole to the people in need. If it was an item like a crown or a valuable piece of art they would take half the value of that item from their own funds and give it to the people without selling the item. His ancestors never turned away from the people and CGZ began to feel the weight of that legacy because of Atsil’s words. He put his head in his hands and pulled at his hair,
Those were different times! I can’t afford to be as bold as my ancestors! Security has evolved and so has criminal investigation! Hiding in the shadows and remaining in the shadows is the way forward!
He let out a growl in frustration and quickly turned to his computer and pulled up some funny cat videos to distract him from his family’s legacy that weighed down on him.
- Saint Mark, Giovanniland, Larxia and 3 others
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April 30, 1420
2:30 PM Overtime
From the perspective of a Zoradian residentAn emergency announcement popped up on my phone and on the television. It was an official announcement from the GDC that was straight and to the point,
“Attention all residents of Zoradia! The GDC is ordering an immediate evacuation of all people from the city. Take only what you need and flee the city. Soldiers will try their best to ensure a safe evacuation of all people. This order also goes for those who remain in embassies in the capital. No one is permitted to prevent people from evacuating the city. People can evacuate via roadways or by sea. Everyone must be out of the city by 23:00 Overtime tonight!”
When the television reverted back to its normal channel and I looked up from my phone, I heard honking and pandemonium from outside my window. The gunshots still exist but they are now drowned out by the sound of honking and panic.
Soldiers were guiding cars and people to the evacuation routes while keeping a lookout for rebels. Who knows if the evacuation will be pulled off in time.
April 31, 1420
00:00 OvertimeThe once bustling streets of Zoradia are now practically empty. The streets were devoid of life and those that remained were rebels that thought the GDC had abandoned the city. But those that remained did not get the memo of the evacuation. The roaring sound of jets could be heard in the distance when the first explosion occurred, one of the skyscrapers has been hit with a missile. The rebels in the city dove for cover as debris began to rain down from above. But the explosions didn’t stop there. There was soon another explosion and another and then another. Buildings began to crumble and burn.
The fighter jets roared over the city executing the order they have been given—destroy the city and make sure nothing remains except for the Temple and the Mausoleum if possible. While the government may lack bombers the missiles from the jets will complete the job after numerous runs. At the same time, off in the distance, members of the military were firing shells of artillery in hopes of speeding along the process.
It was clear that the bombing was not going to stop for quite some time. But the biggest tragedy of this act is that some people still have yet to evacuate. While the evacuation order was initiated, many elderly people were unable or unwilling to leave their homes. On top of this, those who were in the hospital and other medical facilities were unable to leave because of their condition and this led to many employees in the medical facilities unable to leave the building to care for the patients. This led to the death of innocent civilians when the homes of the elderly and the medical facilities were bombed as well.
Outside the city, people fled to other cities and others set up refugee camps. Those that fled by sea were either taken in by ships sent by the fujansk for humanitarian aid, military vessels, or private ships of the wealthy who were forced to provide aid to their fellow Zoranians by military officers on the scene.
The desolation of Zoradia has begun and with it begun the true suffering of the Zoranian people.
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April 30, 1420
2:27 PM Over Time
Unknown LocationAfter driving through a battle zone and then three hours of driving through what Atsil can only assume to be underground tunnels, Atsil felt CGZ’s electric car come to a stop.
“At last! We are finally here!” said CGZ, “Oh wait, you still can’t see. Hold on.” The blindfold was then removed from Atsil’s head and she saw the interior of CGZ’s car for the first time. The seats were a black leather that went with the midnight black color of the interior. There were multiple touch screens along the dashboard that detailed underground tunnels, patrol routes, conflict zones, traffic, etc. as well as climate control and things you would expect to find in a regular car. Atsil could only look with awe at the technological look of the interior.
“Impressed? All of this was the design of my father and I before the car industry began designing electric cars. But that doesn’t matter right now, come on I will show you to where you will be staying.” said CGZ in their synthesized voice. He got out of his car and Atsil quickly followed. Upon exiting the car, Atsil stood starstruck when she saw the machinery in what she could only assume to be the garage. She didn’t understand what most of it did but she could only assume it was for inventing new gadgets or for the car. But she stopped looking around when she noticed that CGZ was about to leave the room and so she hurried behind him.
The hallway she followed him into was even more extravagant, but not with machinery. The hallway had Saint Markian doric columns made of white marble all the way down to the end and in between the columns there was a statue of what Atsil could only assume to be CGZ’s of the past. Golden chandeliers lit the hallway and gave a yellowish hue to the stone grey walls and the floor was a checkered black and white with polished marble and black granite. Atsil observed all of this as they walked through the hallway until they reached the end.
“If you think this is impressive, just wait till you see what’s next.” said CGZ as the door opened in front of him to reveal a large room full of bookshelves that are built into the walls and that are lined up in rows in the middle of the room. But the bookshelves only occupied half of the room, which was the side they were on. At the other side of the room there was one large computer monitor with two smaller monitors attached on the either side of it displaying a variety of data or news reports.
“By the Spirit, were you inspired by a certain comic book superhero or something?” asked Atsil,
“I didn’t design this room, the original room was made by the sixth CGZ and was modified, expanded, upgraded, updated, etc. by other generations and my father got the computer all set up before he passed. But he was a bit of a comic nerd so it is quite possible.” He answered as we made our way passed the part of the room occupied by bookshelves and into the area occupied by the computer along with a variety of other things such as what looked to be an armor display case and other things.
“How did your family manage to keep all of this a secret?! Surely the purchase or theft of the things needed to create half of the technology you have would have here would draw a lot of attention!” asked Atsil,
“Can’t tell you or else you might go blab about it to someone after this mess is over. But let’s just say my family were people of many faces.” he said cryptically. They then turned right and went through a door which led to what seemed like a regular living room and kitchen with a mixture of the architecture and design found in the hallway and modern appliances and technology with a large window that overlooked the Zoranian jungle. The furniture was elaborate and had a royal feel to it. Atsil was kind of disappointed at what she saw, something which CGZ could sense from her and let out a chuckle before saying,
“What? Am I not allowed to have some normal comforts in my home?”
“No of course not!” said Atsil, “I am just surprised there wasn’t some advanced machine hidden somewhere.” He just laughed in response and led her up a spiral staircase in the middle of the room and led her to a large double wooden door.
“This will be your room. You should be able to find everything you would need in there including clothes. Also, do you still have your phone on you by any chance?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“Give it to me for a second.” He said as he held his hand out for the phone,
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to be tracked. The security measures here that prevent tracking are advanced but I don’t want to take any chances.” Atsil, begrudgingly, gave her phone to CGZ who removed the case from it, took a tool out from his suit, and removed the sim card from it. He then threw it onto the floor as hard as he could and crushed it under his foot.
“Hey! What the f-”
“Language, also don’t worry I will get you a better one of my own design. I still have the sim card so all your data should be safe.” He said as he slid the sim card into a small pouch in his suit and picked up the pieces of the shattered phone from the floor. “I will get the phone to you in about an hour or so. In the meantime I hope you enjoy your stay and let me know if you need anything. Also don’t go snooping around, there are a lot of rooms in this place and some of them can be dangerous.”
With that CGZ walked away down the stairs and out of sight. Atsil was still angry about the phone but turned towards the door to her room and pushed it open only to let out a gasp. The room was like she walked into a royal bedchamber, something which seemed ironic to her considering that one faction wants to make her a queen. But considering how old the place is and how wealthy CGZ must be from all that his ancestors stole over the years, the room’s design and style made sense to her.
Does he live here on his own? How does he keep all of these rooms so clean and dust free if he does live on his own? Did his ancestors hire people to build all of this? There are just so many questions to be asked about this place! But most importantly, where exactly am I!?
Atsil sat down on the soft bed, feeling the soft silk sheets with her hand as she thought about all of these questions. However, the thought that weighs heaviest on her mind is how the Zoranian people are living during these times of conflict.
- Fujai, Giovanniland, Saint Mark and 1 other
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April 30, 1420
1:30 PM Over Time
Temporary Grand Defense Council Building in Southern Zoran“Ladies and gentlemen in this room, we are the few members of the GDC left. Others have either abandoned their position, been captured by one of the rebel groups, or joined the rebel groups.” said Speaker Quadelo, “This is not our finest hour, our more experienced members of our officer corp have defected to the monarchist rebels and much of the army has either defected or deserted. While we still maintain control of our naval vessels along with our air force, the corporations have taken the missile launch sites and we lack support from the people. However, we still have some international support whether it be recognition, funding, or by other means. With that I open up the floor to the generals in attendance to give us their plan in regaining control of the country.”
A young general, General Lagodo, stood up and walked to the center of the room, a cocky smile on his face. He believed that he was going to be the general to save Zoran. He lacks experience and the only reason why he holds his rank is because of connections he had in the government that helped him progress his career. He had a plan, a bold plan, and he considers it the best plan.
“Representatives, it is an honor for me to serve this country during these turbulent times. Each of you should have a copy of the operation I have planned underneath your seats.” said General Lagodo as the representatives in the room got the folder out from under their seats. The room was quickly filled with shocked muttering, “The plan I have will ensure that other factions cannot claim to be the legitimate government of the country. An evacuation order will be issued and executed as soon as you all approve of the plan. The actual execution of the order will take place at midnight tonight.” Representative Tsolaquo shot up out of his seat and slammed his fist on the table,
“Are you insane!? What you’re proposing is a war crime! While it may prevent the rebels from claiming legitimacy there will be serious ramifications as a result of doing this!” Several other representatives nodded in agreement with Tsolaquo’s statement.
“While what you say is true we are in a desperate situation representative, desperate times call for desperate measures.” said General Lagodo,
“But it would be dishonorable to use that as justification for this! I cannot allow this!” exclaimed Representative Tsolaquo,
“Ladies and gentlemen, while I understand your concern about this plan you must realize that we lack authority over our own country! We wouldn’t be able to challenge the rebels should one of them take control over Platypus Island and claim to be the legitimate government! The plan might be morally questionable but it will prevent them from making such a claim, allowing us to have time to gain more international support and to coordinate an offensive against the rebels and retake the country. Most honorable speaker, I would like to request you put the plan up to a vote.” said General Lagodo. Speaker Quadelo nodded and put the plan to a vote. Representative Tsolaquo and a few others voted against the plan but they were unfortunately outvoted by two votes. General Lagodo smiled and said,
“Excellent! I will issue the evacuation order immediately and prepare the air force for the operation!”
- Giovanniland, Fujai and Fhaengshia
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April 30, 1420 AF
12:15 PM Over time
In the catacombs of an ancient Zonethos TempleShaman Oconostota Nideloyu was offering up a prayer to the Great Spirit in hopes that his meeting with the Varanian delegation would end with the support he needed. He knew the theocrat faction was the weakest among the four involved in the civil war, he desperately needed support should the Will of the Spirit be fulfilled.
The Spirit has warned us against straying from His Will and the country is now in turmoil because of the previous government straying from His Will. Only the Divine Shaman, the successor of Adanvdo can return the country to glory in the eyes of the Spirit.
He got up from the ground and started making his way down the halls of the catacombs in order to meet with the Varanian delegation. He knew little about the delegation but he knew they were willing to give support to his righteous cause.
As he drew closer to the meeting place within the catacombs, he could see the Varanian general waiting for him. He could tell the general was not comfortable standing in a dimly lit room surrounded by skeletons. He entered the room and held up a hand in greeting,
“It is a pleasure to have you here in general. I apologize for keeping you waiting here for as long as I did. Come, let’s go to some place a bit less...grim.” said Nideloyu.
“The pleasure is mine,” said General Ristovski, “and yes, let’s.”
General Ristovski and Shaman Nideloyu made their way through one of the many tunnels of the catacombs until they reached a staircase that leads into the temple which resides above them. This temple was ancient, abandoned long ago when Adanvdo reformed the faith. The reason it was abandoned was because it was judged to be tainted by a giant symbol of a crab, the sign of Ulagohvsgi, being etched in the middle of the temple floor. But this temple, which has been reclaimed by nature, is now the base of operations for the theocratic faction. They stopped in the most intact room in the temple that had a table and a few chairs in the center of the room.
“Please take a seat general, we have much to discuss.” said Nideloyu as he gestured towards one of the chairs. General Ristovski nodded in gratitude and sat in the chair while Nideloyu walked over to the other side of the table to sit in the seat opposite of him.
“Ah, thank you.”
“Now might I ask why Varanius is interested in backing our most righteous cause? It seems unusual for a secular state to back a group that wishes to create a theocracy.’
“Yes, it does admittedly seem rather odd. But, we wish the best for the people of Zoran, and we think you have the best chance of making that happen.”“We thank you for coming so far to meet with us. I would be lying if I said we didn’t need support. What kind of assistance is Varanius willing to give us? Arms? Funds? Legitimacy?”
“Funds mainly, to begin with. Arms and legitimacy may come later, depending on availability.”
“And what would you like in return from us in the future? I can imagine that something trade related is what Varanius is looking at correct?”
“Right to the point I see. Yes, well. We do actually have our eyes on those exotic plants. Things like that have so many uses after all.”
“We can do something with that when we win the war.”
Nideloyu muttered a prayer of thanks to the Great Spirit before extending his hand to General Ristovski and shaking on their deal. The future may not be so dark for the theocrats as people once believed with the support they will receive from the Varanian government.
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The Zoranian Civil War
in Archive Esferos
Posted
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