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Demographics
The total population of Giovanniland was 29,305,150 in the latest census of 1422, with a density of 74.2/km² and a ratio of men to women of 0.97:1. Over 4.5 million of those live in the eight prefecture-level cities, while another 21 million live in other cities across the country, concentrated in the coastal prefectures and the region of Giovannia Magna. The literacy rate is 99.55% among the youth (6-18), 98.91% among adults (18-60), and 97.1% among the elderly (60+), being slightly lower in the remote prefectures but still high overall compared to other nations of Esferos.
The first ever census, made 322 years ago in 1100, registered 13 million inhabitants in modern Giovanniland (excluding northern Varanius), down from 16 million at the Giovannilandian Empire's peak due to wars and famines during its decline. This rose to 15 million in the census of 1200 and 19 million in 1300, with an increased pace due to the start of industrialization. In the early 14th century there was a significant growth due to the decline of the mortality and a high birth rate, and also an estimated arrival of 500,000 immigrants from various continents. In just six decades, from 1300 to 1360, there was an increase of 7.5 million, adding up to a total of 26.5 million in the end of this period of rapid growth. Ever since 1360, with the decline of the birth rate, the population growth has slowed again, but there has been a fair increase of nearly 3.5 million in the last 60 years partly due to immigration. It is expected that the Giovannilandian population will continue to grow, albeit in reduced rates, possibly achieving 30 million in a few years according to census predictions.
     
Population and density maps of all Giovannilandian counties, county-level cities, and prefecture-level cities. The main languages spoken are Giovannese, which has heavy influences from Saint Markian due to being part of the same language family, and Lavandulan. Common is teached as a second language in most schools and is used in foreign affairs and trade, while third languages often differ according to the location within the country. It may be Glendulan—the national language of the neighbouring nation of Blue Bubble and main language of the Glendon-Lavandulan diaspora in Giovanniland—or one of the indigenous languages.

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.

Updates and purges will be worked on in the coming week and we'll advance from the developmental draft to a full release.
Thanks for the patience.

Overview
The Federal Republic of Hanita Gracse
Population: 8,317,360 people
Pop density: 80 per km^2
Land Area: 103,967 km^2
TLD: .hg
Calling code: +1 28
Time zone: IAT -4
Demonym: Hanita Gracsian, H. Gracsen, H. Gracsians
Currency: Popper
Ethnicities:
~73% Gracsen: 6,071,672
~26% Hanita Tribal Peoples: 2,162,513
~1% Immigrants: 83,175
Largest City: Aguafrescas: 1,270,496
Capital City: Coneanix: 272,092
 
The nation of Hanita Gracse, is a small Southern Polarisi state that was built with ideals, principles and institutions of a republic. Founded by a growing population, they accepted a new government out of sheer curiosity and compassion, the new government was formed, and the democratic process emerged alongside the establishing federation. 
 
Demographics
Despite all ethno-racial differences, the republic's second democracy had to bring in an era of cooperation between the 3 major populations that split up the nation. They are the Hanita Gracsen, the Tribal Peoples, and the Settled Migrants. 
Besides those, there is a lot of political parties the nation has to offer to its citizens, but in general the nation is divided between factions that have its history tied to the aftermath of the military's rule, and the parliamentary system was installed after inspiration by Giovanniland's, in 1382. The major parties are the Socialist "Union for All" Party, the Conservative Party, the Liberal "Republican" Party, the Green Party, the Libertarian Party, and the Patriotic Alliance.
Other minor parties tend to form coalitions alongside one another or between the majorly known parties. 
 
The republic started with no form of military until the formation of the Nation's Guards during the newly established federation. They are the Coast Guard, the Federal Guard, the Local Guard, and the Aerial Guard. The Federal and Coast Guard act as the nation's army and navy, with a joint operated Marine Corps. The Local Guard act as a militarized police force within their local province, capable of bringing peace to their respective communities as well as a regulatory inspected militia. Then there's the Aerial Guard, the nation's new air force. It is amongst the most significant and important aspects to the nation's defense, as the nation lacks natural defense besides its hills and forests. 
Regarding the historic phase that occurred with the military's rule and the rise of a certain field marshal as de facto head of state and government, the military has brought the nation's shifting policies and political power to a grand scale for the second democracy. The armed forces now serve the nation's government under a rule of law, rebranded and without political power. 
 
This little nation may have a history of attempting to throw its weight around, but it has learned to keep itself reserved at a given level in order to interact with the global community. 
For now, peace has been established for the small republic across its territories and provinces. 
 

Overview
The Federal Republic of Hanita Gracse
Population: 8,317,360 people
Pop density: 80 per km^2
Land Area: 103,967 km^2
TLD: .hg
Calling code: +1 28
Time zone: IAT -4
Demonym: Hanita Gracsian, H. Gracsen, H. Gracsians
Currency: Popper
Ethnicities:
~73% Gracsen: 6,071,672
~26% Hanita Tribal Peoples: 2,162,513
~1% Immigrants: 83,175
Largest City: Aguafrescas: 1,270,496
Capital City: Coneanix: 272,092
 
The nation of Hanita Gracse, is a small Southern Polarisi state that was built with ideals, principles and institutions of a republic. Founded by a growing population, they accepted a new government out of sheer curiosity and compassion, the new government was formed, and the democratic process emerged alongside the establishing federation. 
 
Demographics
Despite all ethno-racial differences, the republic's second democracy had to bring in an era of cooperation between the 3 major populations that split up the nation. They are the Hanita Gracsen, the Tribal Peoples, and the Settled Migrants. 
Besides those, there is a lot of political parties the nation has to offer to its citizens, but in general the nation is divided between factions that have its history tied to the aftermath of the military's rule, and the parliamentary system was installed after inspiration by Giovanniland's, in 1382. The major parties are the Socialist "Union for All" Party, the Conservative Party, the Liberal "Republican" Party, the Green Party, the Libertarian Party, and the Patriotic Alliance.
Other minor parties tend to form coalitions alongside one another or between the majorly known parties. 
 
The republic started with no form of military until the formation of the Nation's Guards during the newly established federation. They are the Coast Guard, the Federal Guard, the Local Guard, and the Aerial Guard. The Federal and Coast Guard act as the nation's army and navy, with a joint operated Marine Corps. The Local Guard act as a militarized police force within their local province, capable of bringing peace to their respective communities as well as a regulatory inspected militia. Then there's the Aerial Guard, the nation's new air force. It is amongst the most significant and important aspects to the nation's defense, as the nation lacks natural defense besides its hills and forests. 
Regarding the historic phase that occurred with the military's rule and the rise of a certain field marshal as de facto head of state and government, the military has brought the nation's shifting policies and political power to a grand scale for the second democracy. The armed forces now serve the nation's government under a rule of law, rebranded and without political power. 
 
This little nation may have a history of attempting to throw its weight around, but it has learned to keep itself reserved at a given level in order to interact with the global community. 
For now, peace has been established for the small republic across its territories and provinces. 
 

Geography and National Map
Qostaoyae has a kinda weird geography, it has many rivers and lots of city’s the lowland borders the coast and the northern it goes the more elevated it gets, it has monsoon broadleaf forests inland throughout, and moist broadleaf forests mainly on the coast, and up in the northwest it has dry broadleaf forests. The capital is Quon Daosovious with about 3,000,000+ people. 
https://imgur.com/a/8cMrXZN
The National River
. . . The Quoni River . . .
https://imgur.com/a/BBmC5zb

The Quoni River is the largest and main River and the most significant source of water, it is a national tourist sight, Quon Daosovious borders The Quoni River and The Quoni River is the oldest and most long lasting river in Qostaoyae it is an historical place. Back in the early days, it was a war zone because many kingdoms fought control over it, but it is a very overall cool place in the summer because it is very wet year round.

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The States of Qostaoyae
The United Federation of Qostaoyae is divided into 104 states including the capital Quon Daosovious, Qostaoyae used to divide itself with tribes, kindoms, prince states and a lot more, Every since Prince. Edward Qoa Zian took over in Dec 23, 1953 he has rearranged the states so it is more simple.
 
 

The United Republic of Qostaoyae
Overview - States - History - Government - Infrastructure - Culture - Democratics - And More to Come!
Qostaoyae :

Flag Map of Qostaoyae in -2117 (with flag) *note there may be holes because of states.

Overview
The Federal Republic of Hanita Gracse
Population: 8,317,360 people
Pop density: 80 per km^2
Land Area: 103,967 km^2
TLD: .hg
Calling code: +1 28
Time zone: IAT -4
Demonym: Hanita Gracsian, H. Gracsen, H. Gracsians
Currency: Popper
Ethnicities:
~73% Gracsen: 6,071,672
~26% Hanita Tribal Peoples: 2,162,513
~1% Immigrants: 83,175
Largest City: Aguafrescas: 1,270,496
Capital City: Coneanix: 272,092
 
The nation of Hanita Gracse, is a small Southern Polarisi state that was built with ideals, principles and institutions of a republic. Founded by a growing population, they accepted a new government out of sheer curiosity and compassion, the new government was formed, and the democratic process emerged alongside the establishing federation. 
 
Demographics
Despite all ethno-racial differences, the republic's second democracy had to bring in an era of cooperation between the 3 major populations that split up the nation. They are the Hanita Gracsen, the Tribal Peoples, and the Settled Migrants. 
Besides those, there is a lot of political parties the nation has to offer to its citizens, but in general the nation is divided between factions that have its history tied to the aftermath of the military's rule, and the parliamentary system was installed after inspiration by Giovanniland's, in 1382. The major parties are the Socialist "Union for All" Party, the Conservative Party, the Liberal "Republican" Party, the Green Party, the Libertarian Party, and the Patriotic Alliance.
Other minor parties tend to form coalitions alongside one another or between the majorly known parties. 
 
The republic started with no form of military until the formation of the Nation's Guards during the newly established federation. They are the Coast Guard, the Federal Guard, the Local Guard, and the Aerial Guard. The Federal and Coast Guard act as the nation's army and navy, with a joint operated Marine Corps. The Local Guard act as a militarized police force within their local province, capable of bringing peace to their respective communities as well as a regulatory inspected militia. Then there's the Aerial Guard, the nation's new air force. It is amongst the most significant and important aspects to the nation's defense, as the nation lacks natural defense besides its hills and forests. 
Regarding the historic phase that occurred with the military's rule and the rise of a certain field marshal as de facto head of state and government, the military has brought the nation's shifting policies and political power to a grand scale for the second democracy. The armed forces now serve the nation's government under a rule of law, rebranded and without political power. 
 
This little nation may have a history of attempting to throw its weight around, but it has learned to keep itself reserved at a given level in order to interact with the global community. 
For now, peace has been established for the small republic across its territories and provinces. 
 

Overview
The Federal Republic of Hanita Gracse
Population: 8,317,360 people
Pop density: 80 per km^2
Land Area: 103,967 km^2
TLD: .hg
Calling code: +1 28
Time zone: IAT -4
Demonym: Hanita Gracsian, H. Gracsen, H. Gracsians
Currency: Popper
Ethnicities:
~73% Gracsen: 6,071,672
~26% Hanita Tribal Peoples: 2,162,513
~1% Immigrants: 83,175
Largest City: Aguafrescas: 1,270,496
Capital City: Coneanix: 272,092
 
The nation of Hanita Gracse, is a small Southern Polarisi state that was built with ideals, principles and institutions of a republic. Founded by a growing population, they accepted a new government out of sheer curiosity and compassion, the new government was formed, and the democratic process emerged alongside the establishing federation. 
 
Demographics
Despite all ethno-racial differences, the republic's second democracy had to bring in an era of cooperation between the 3 major populations that split up the nation. They are the Hanita Gracsen, the Tribal Peoples, and the Settled Migrants. 
Besides those, there is a lot of political parties the nation has to offer to its citizens, but in general the nation is divided between factions that have its history tied to the aftermath of the military's rule, and the parliamentary system was installed after inspiration by Giovanniland's, in 1382. The major parties are the Socialist "Union for All" Party, the Conservative Party, the Liberal "Republican" Party, the Green Party, the Libertarian Party, and the Patriotic Alliance.
Other minor parties tend to form coalitions alongside one another or between the majorly known parties. 
 
The republic started with no form of military until the formation of the Nation's Guards during the newly established federation. They are the Coast Guard, the Federal Guard, the Local Guard, and the Aerial Guard. The Federal and Coast Guard act as the nation's army and navy, with a joint operated Marine Corps. The Local Guard act as a militarized police force within their local province, capable of bringing peace to their respective communities as well as a regulatory inspected militia. Then there's the Aerial Guard, the nation's new air force. It is amongst the most significant and important aspects to the nation's defense, as the nation lacks natural defense besides its hills and forests. 
Regarding the historic phase that occurred with the military's rule and the rise of a certain field marshal as de facto head of state and government, the military has brought the nation's shifting policies and political power to a grand scale for the second democracy. The armed forces now serve the nation's government under a rule of law, rebranded and without political power. 
 
This little nation may have a history of attempting to throw its weight around, but it has learned to keep itself reserved at a given level in order to interact with the global community. 
For now, peace has been established for the small republic across its territories and provinces. 
 

Overview
The Federal Republic of Hanita Gracse
Population: 8,317,360 people
Pop density: 80 per km^2
Land Area: 103,967 km^2
TLD: .hg
Calling code: +1 28
Time zone: IAT -4
Demonym: Hanita Gracsian, H. Gracsen, H. Gracsians
Currency: Popper
Ethnicities:
~73% Gracsen: 6,071,672
~26% Hanita Tribal Peoples: 2,162,513
~1% Immigrants: 83,175
Largest City: Aguafrescas: 1,270,496
Capital City: Coneanix: 272,092
 
The nation of Hanita Gracse, is a small Southern Polarisi state that was built with ideals, principles and institutions of a republic. Founded by a growing population, they accepted a new government out of sheer curiosity and compassion, the new government was formed, and the democratic process emerged alongside the establishing federation. 
 
Demographics
Despite all ethno-racial differences, the republic's second democracy had to bring in an era of cooperation between the 3 major populations that split up the nation. They are the Hanita Gracsen, the Tribal Peoples, and the Settled Migrants. 
Besides those, there is a lot of political parties the nation has to offer to its citizens, but in general the nation is divided between factions that have its history tied to the aftermath of the military's rule, and the parliamentary system was installed after inspiration by Giovanniland's, in 1382. The major parties are the Socialist "Union for All" Party, the Conservative Party, the Liberal "Republican" Party, the Green Party, the Libertarian Party, and the Patriotic Alliance.
Other minor parties tend to form coalitions alongside one another or between the majorly known parties. 
 
The republic started with no form of military until the formation of the Nation's Guards during the newly established federation. They are the Coast Guard, the Federal Guard, the Local Guard, and the Aerial Guard. The Federal and Coast Guard act as the nation's army and navy, with a joint operated Marine Corps. The Local Guard act as a militarized police force within their local province, capable of bringing peace to their respective communities as well as a regulatory inspected militia. Then there's the Aerial Guard, the nation's new air force. It is amongst the most significant and important aspects to the nation's defense, as the nation lacks natural defense besides its hills and forests. 
Regarding the historic phase that occurred with the military's rule and the rise of a certain field marshal as de facto head of state and government, the military has brought the nation's shifting policies and political power to a grand scale for the second democracy. The armed forces now serve the nation's government under a rule of law, rebranded and without political power. 
 
This little nation may have a history of attempting to throw its weight around, but it has learned to keep itself reserved at a given level in order to interact with the global community. 
For now, peace has been established for the small republic across its territories and provinces. 
 

Overview
The Federal Republic of Hanita Gracse
Population: 8,317,360 people
Pop density: 80 per km^2
Land Area: 103,967 km^2
TLD: .hg
Calling code: +1 28
Time zone: IAT -4
Demonym: Hanita Gracsian, H. Gracsen, H. Gracsians
Currency: Popper
Ethnicities:
~73% Gracsen: 6,071,672
~26% Hanita Tribal Peoples: 2,162,513
~1% Immigrants: 83,175
Largest City: Aguafrescas: 1,270,496
Capital City: Coneanix: 272,092
 
The nation of Hanita Gracse, is a small Southern Polarisi state that was built with ideals, principles and institutions of a republic. Founded by a growing population, they accepted a new government out of sheer curiosity and compassion, the new government was formed, and the democratic process emerged alongside the establishing federation. 
 
Demographics
Despite all ethno-racial differences, the republic's second democracy had to bring in an era of cooperation between the 3 major populations that split up the nation. They are the Hanita Gracsen, the Tribal Peoples, and the Settled Migrants. 
Besides those, there is a lot of political parties the nation has to offer to its citizens, but in general the nation is divided between factions that have its history tied to the aftermath of the military's rule, and the parliamentary system was installed after inspiration by Giovanniland's, in 1382. The major parties are the Socialist "Union for All" Party, the Conservative Party, the Liberal "Republican" Party, the Green Party, the Libertarian Party, and the Patriotic Alliance.
Other minor parties tend to form coalitions alongside one another or between the majorly known parties. 
 
The republic started with no form of military until the formation of the Nation's Guards during the newly established federation. They are the Coast Guard, the Federal Guard, the Local Guard, and the Aerial Guard. The Federal and Coast Guard act as the nation's army and navy, with a joint operated Marine Corps. The Local Guard act as a militarized police force within their local province, capable of bringing peace to their respective communities as well as a regulatory inspected militia. Then there's the Aerial Guard, the nation's new air force. It is amongst the most significant and important aspects to the nation's defense, as the nation lacks natural defense besides its hills and forests. 
Regarding the historic phase that occurred with the military's rule and the rise of a certain field marshal as de facto head of state and government, the military has brought the nation's shifting policies and political power to a grand scale for the second democracy. The armed forces now serve the nation's government under a rule of law, rebranded and without political power. 
 
This little nation may have a history of attempting to throw its weight around, but it has learned to keep itself reserved at a given level in order to interact with the global community. 
For now, peace has been established for the small republic across its territories and provinces. 
 

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.

Overview
Location: South Polaris
Names:
Common: Qostaoyae
Qostaoyan: Verwantai
Meyan: Oqusgair
 
Motto:
Common: “Holynism arises in the dawning era!”
Qostaoyaese: “Verdi aua kaosi en vei chanz!”
Meyan: “Quasiona uai hed izi dawin ara!”
Capital City: Quon Daosovious
Largest City: United Terra
Languages:
Qostaoyaese
Common
Meyan
National / Official Language: Qostaoyaese
Religion:
Holynism: 81.95%
Gaoism: 15%
Atheism: 3%
Others: .5%
Ethnic Groups:
Meyan: 71.9%
Qostaoyan: 20.1%
Other minorities: 8%~
Demonym: Qostaoyan
Legislator: The United Cabinet (for elections and the senate)
Total area: 355,827 sq mi (921,588 km²)
Population: 18,431,840
GDP (PPP): $476,334,052,986
GDP per capita: $25,843
Currency: Holy Tai (〄)
Conversion rate: 〄 1 = $2.01 ($1 = 〄 0.49)
National animal: Golden Eagle
National religion: Holynism
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Overview:
Name: 
The Kingdom of Tupmonia
 
Motto:
 “Built by Land”
 
Flag:

Continent:
 Andolia 
 
Map:

 
Capital City: Magnolia (population: 1,302,572)
Largest City: Magnolia (population: 1,302,572)
 
Official Languages: 
Tupmonian 
Common 
Ancient Golan
 
National Language:
Tupmonian 
 
Ethnic Groups:
95.7% Tupmonian 
2.3% Golban
1.4% Andolian Immigrants 
0.6% Other
 
Religion:
Jonism: 79.4% 
Atheism: 17.5%
Golism: 2.1% 
Other: 1.0%
 
Demonym: 
Tupmonian 
 
Government: 
King: Joseph Tyke VII
Warden of the South: Rory Fenn II
Warden of the West: William Cobb
 
Legislature:
The Tupmonian Legislature
 
Total Area:
123,815 km2 (47,805 sq mi)
 
Population: 6,405,910
Density: 51.7/km2 (134.0/sq mi)
 
GDP (PPP): $216,782,394,502
GDP per capita: $33,841
Currency: Tup (₺)
 
National Animal: The Alaunt 
National Religion: Jonism 
 
Time Zone: IAT+0
Drives on the: Right
Calling code: +3 00
Internet TLD: .tup
 

[list of rulers being reworked]

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.

15th July 1421
12 PM IAT
The King sits in his office, thinking about the press release he is set to give in 2 hours. He has done it for years, but he has never felt this nervous before, not even during his first press release. He is trying to memorize most of the statement, so that he can look directly in the camera while talking. It has an effect on the populace, when their leader looks at them while talking. He steels himself for every possible repercussions of this move.
 
2 PM IAT
King James enters the press-conference hall, packed to the brim with reporters and journalists from around the world. Everyone rises for the King and sit down on his signal. The King's press secretary, Kim Cooper, stood behind him as he took the mic.
"Good Afternoon ladies and gentlemen," started the King, "I have called you all here today to express my feelings about something that was very recently brought to light by my closest advisors. I would first like to express my deep sympathy towards the people of Larxian descent, living in the Westlands, and my strong resentment towards the way these people are treated in the Westlands. The people of Larxian descent in Westlands are treated as second-class citizens in their own country. I resent the leader of the Westlands for allowing, nay facilitating the harsh treatment of Larxians in Westlands. Also bringing into light the inhumane conditions which Larxians live, and many are sent to labour camps till they die, for the most minor crimes. Slapping a native is a crime, but killing a Larxian is not. These kinds of countries are a menace to international equilibrium and a threat to a safe future we all want to build for our future generations. So I call to all the countries to recognise this threat to world peace."
All the hands in the hall shot up to ask questions. The press secretary took over to answer the questions as King James left the hall to go back to his office and hope that their leader would be hot-headed enough to reply.
 
7 PM IAT
Marshall knocked on the huge oak doors to the King's office. "Come in," the King said. Marshall entered the office, looking a little worried.
"Sir they haven't responded yet." Marshall said.
"Call Dom, tell him to come to my office immediately" the King replied.
"Yes Sir," Marshall said as he left to get Prince Dominic.
"What will it take to provoke a Westlandian response?" the King wondered to himself. The King was sure something had to be done.
Soon Marshall came back with Prince Dominic. As soon as the Prince entered he noticed the troubled expression on the King's face. He asked to make sure everything was okay.
The King said, rather somberly, "It is nothing Dom, just concerned about Westlandia. They haven't replied to the provocation yet."
"They haven't replied yet, why?" Prince Dominic asked. The King didn't answer, distracted by the same thing. Prince Dominic thought for a moment and replied, "We need to get a statement from them as soon as possible if we were to have international support."
"What should we do Sir?" asked Jamie Marshall, visibly concerned.
"We will have to be quick but careful," the King said, obviously frustrated.
"Strengthen everyone's security detail, we don't want anyone going missing. And we have a backup plan, don't we. They might have started preparing for the false flag operation right about now. Marshall I also want a meeting with the economists set as soon as possible."
"Ok Sir I will arrange for it," Marshall replied with understanding.
"Go then. What are you waiting for", The King said, rather coolly.
"We need to be at our best strategic minds in order to make sure we are the ones getting the support. We cannot mess this up now. Marshall, contact Garcia and tell him to pour every free field agent in the Westlands and revive all the internal contacts of the LIA over there."
"Yes Sir. I will do it right away."
"Go immediately Marshall. Come brother, we must rest now, if we need to stay awake during the operation."
 

14th July 1421
10 AM IAT
The King has called the Generals for a meeting once again. The generals will come to Windlar Castle at around 1 PM and the meeting will start around 1.30 PM. The King gets ready for the meeting, putting on the appropriate clothing for a meeting. Prince Dominic seems to be ready and is already in the conference room, going over the maps and the plans of the project with Jamie Marshall.
 
1 PM IAT
The King has come to the conference room for the meeting with the Generals. The table is covered with maps of Larxia, Westlands and the troop movement plans for the operation. "Welcome gentlemen to Windlar Castle. Let us continue our meeting where we left it. My assistant will read the minutes of the previous meeting." The assistant relays the minutes of the previous meeting.
The King says, "You all had some pretty great ideas to make the Westlands responsible for their own invasion. Now I really liked the False Flag operation, but we need to add another layer to it. Only the false flag would be unbelievable, considering that they have not managed to attack us in the past 150 years since their independence. We will also need to bring the ethnic similarities into play."
"How do you plan on doing that Sir?" the Army General asked.
"Yes. The plan. I will be releasing an official statement stating that it has been brought to my attention by my advisors that many Larxian descendents live in the Westlands, and are treated harshly and are viewed in contempt. I will provoke the Leader of Westlands and hopefully he will issue a harsh statement in return. Now, I will be releasing this statement tomorrow at around 2 PM, so make sure that you disguise our special forces as the Westlandian Military and attack the Southern Areas of Larxia after exactly 12 hours. Destroy one or two military bases. We will rebuild it. Keep the attack within the red circle. But most importantly leave enough evidence to hold the Westlandians at fault," the King said as he pointed to a map of Larxia.

 
"Yes Sir, that will be done. We will try to do enough damage to have a reason to attack the Westlands, but not a lot of damage, so that recovering becomes very difficult," the General said as he pondered over the map.
"Good. Right now we only need the Army to work. The other branches of military will come into play a little later. You can leave gentlemen," the King said as he took their leave.
 
8 PM IAT
The King is lounging in the residential wing of the Windlar Castle, caressing a drink in one hand, thinking about tomorrow and how important it will be in the upcoming war for expansion. He prepared to give an official statement with the help of Prince Dominic and Prince Sergio.
"Sergi, you will have to be even more present in politics now, considering we are preparing to go to war. As a member of the Royal Family you will have to be a little more involved, but at the same time always stay within the reach of your security personnel. Gerard and Gio are still not big enough to be involved in politics, and as the elder brothers, it is our duty to ensure that they are safe and have a comparatively private life."
"Yes, I understand brother. I will be more involved in the politics of the nation. I can do anything for my siblings and the nation as a whole."
"Hey! I heard that. You can put on a facade, but I see right through you. What happens with your family does bother you, doesn't it?" Prince Dominic asked playfully.
"Shut up man, don't make me change my mind," Prince Sergio said, visibly irritated.
"Stop pestering your little brother Dom, let him be," King James said rather commandingly.
"Alright alright. I won't."
The three brothers hugged each other, and went into their own bedrooms to retire for the night.