Nalibia

The United Republics of Fauthur is breaking news this evening, as Kerglom Hafth, Head of the Fauthur Government has enacted an emergency edict to allow for unregulated industrial waste dumping into oceans not inside thier naval borders. The edict allows for any industrial waste, that means nuclear, textiles, colors, acids and non usable materials to be disposed of, offshore into the Viatic Ocean. Emperor Adebimpe Similola address the nation this evening stating, "We cannot stand idly by while the seas that cradle our lands are poisoned," he declared, "The actions of The United Republics of Fauthur are a blight upon the very essence of our shared world, and we must act to protect not only our own shores but the global ecosystem as a whole. It is water that gives us life, we depend on it not only for liesure on our lakes and beaches, but the very food it provides and the rain it carries over our lands." Empress Azaliah Tamar when asked, if other nations would support actions being taken against The United Republics of Fauthur. Responed, "The Kingdom of Zoran as enacted harsh sanctions against Fauthur, we plan to mirror these sanctions, and are calling on our allies and neighbors to collectively condemn the actions of The United Republics of Fauthur. Together, we will impose these sanctions with the full force of our combined economies. The United Republics of Fauthur will learn that there is a cost to their recklessness, and that the world will not tolerate their disregard for the sanctity of our oceans." Imperial Queen Ammani Xianyuan, was in the Imperial Press room to answer questions concerning both the impact of the sancions aginst Fauthur and the impact of such waste being dumped into our shared waters. Imperial Queen Ammani Xianyuan: "The health of our oceans is vital to the prosperity of Nalibia," she assured the crowd. "The sanctions are a necessary step to ensure the well-being of our citizens and the preservation of our planet's delicate balance." NBN (Nalibia Broadcast Network) Reporter: "Your Highness, how will these sanctions affect our economy? Won't the citizens of Nalibia suffer?" Imperial Queen Ammani Xianyuan: "While we anticipate some short-term challenges, we are a resilient nation. We have diversified trade partnerships and the wisdom of EUEI to guide us through this turbulent time. Our economy will adapt. The true cost would be the destruction of our environment and the health of our people, should we remain silent in the face of such egregious violations." INA (Imperial News Agency) Reporter: "What of the potential retaliation from Fauthur?" Imperial Queen Ammani Xianyuan: "Our empire has weathered storms before. We stand firm in our belief that our actions are just, and we will do whatever it takes to protect our lands and our people." IJ (Independant Journal) Reporter: "Your Highness, can you elaborate on the potential effects of Fauthur's waste dumping on Nalibia's coastline and ecosystem?" Imperial Queen Ammani Xianyuan: "The illegal dumping of industrial waste, including nuclear materials, will not only disrupt marine life but could lead to widespread contamination of our fishing grounds and coral reefs. The ocean is a delicate web of life, and if even one strand is torn, the entire ecosystem may unravel. The long-term effects are incalculable, but we do know that our citizens' health and livelihoods are at stake." Queen Ammani's expression grew solemn as she considered the gravity of the question. "The consequences can be dire, but it is important to remember. Fauthur has not yet dumped waste into the Viatic Ocean and most importantly, not into our gulf yet. We are merely making The United Republics aware of our stance and our willingness to take actions against their activites." Iruka: We will keep you informed of new developments on this, and other news affecting our great Empire.

Akumjeli Yodit Sulaiman squinted into the distance, the sun glaring off the vast expanse of water. "This isn't what I expected," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of waves against the bow of the ship. The maps back in Nur had shown a narrow sea, easily crossed by boat. Yet here he stood, the horizon a smudge of blue and white, hinting at a vastness that seemed to stretch forever. The vessel beneath his feet, the 'Maiden's Whisper', had borne him this far, its sturdy wooden hull creaking with each swell. The ship's name had been chosen by his late wife, a gentle reminder of her hope and belief in his quest for discovery. Akumjeli had always found solace in the ship's steadfastness, the way it sliced through the water like a knife through butter. Now, however, he questioned the wisdom of its name. The sea seemed to have forgotten the whispers of maidens and instead spoke in a language of endless riddles and unyielding silence. He tightened his grip on the leather-bound journal that hung from his belt. His mission, bestowed upon him by the Priesthood of Nalibia, was to explore and map the lands beyond the known world. Akumjeli had dreamed of this adventure since he was a child, poring over the faded charts of his ancestors who had sailed the same waters, their names etched in history for their daring voyages. The crew, mostly seasoned sailors from the coastal cities of Nur, exchanged nervous glances as the ship ventured deeper into the uncharted sea. They had grown accustomed to the familiar landmarks and predictable currents of their own waters, but this was a realm of myth and legend to them. Akumjeli knew he had to be the beacon of confidence, the steady hand that would guide them through this uncertainty. He approached the helmsman, a gruff man named Hakim with a face weathered by salt and sun. "Keep us on course," he said firmly, his voice carrying the authority of his royal decree. "We will find land, and when we do, we will return as heros." Hakim nodded, his grip tightening on the polished wooden wheel. The ship sliced through the waves, driven by the wind that seemed to whisper secrets of the lands they sought. Days stretched into weeks, and the monotony of the sea began to wear on the crew's spirits. Akumjeli filled his journal with observations of the sea creatures that followed them, the patterns of the stars that wheeled overhead, and the changing moods of the men around him. They grew restless, their whispers of doubt and fear swirling like the sea spray around the ship. One evening, as the sun painted the sky with a fiery farewell, Akumjeli called the crew to gather around the map table. He unfurled the parchment, revealing a section that lay beyond the known territories. "Men," he began, his eyes scanning the weary faces before him, "our destination is not just a land of gold and spices. It is a place of knowledge, a new horizon for our people to exchange knowledge and establish trade." A murmur of excitement rippled through the group. They had heard tales of distant lands, but never had they been so close to the edge of the world. Akumjeli's words brought a spark of hope to their eyes, a reminder of why they had left the comforts of home, and the embrace of loved ones.

But why? lol. If I had drawn up this exact plot in the beginning (which I would have if I known ghostrider pick another plot) I would have it. I am not a gifted writer, and when I do write only two or three people read it (if that even). lol I'm not asking for a huge chunk of land or imposing/encroaching on anyone else's land. As for a "major service to the region" I'm not sure what that means. lol In my story of "Akachi the Unfaithful" I wanted for him to flee and start his rule in the north. Yeah, it has been months since I added to the story, but I haven't abandoned the idea of continuing it. lol If someone claims that land, I would have to ask them to be a part of the story. If they agree and then leave I'd have to rework the story, and if they say no I have to abandon the idea all together (or wait for them to despawn and cross my fingers for the next person. lol). I'm not trying to be a bug, I just really want that land. lol

*Clears Thoat* Come on, just give it to me. lol My reasoning... Why not? lol Not as an NPC, just as part of my existing land.

(WIP) The Province of Mamon King Ving Ilah of house Medhane (left/top) and First Queen Consort Genzeb Rashida of House Manoah (right/bottom) Capital City: Gayarou Ruler: King Ving Ilah of house Medhane Consort: First Queen Consort Genzeb Rashida of House Manoah King Ving Ilah of house Medhane ascended the throne in the spring of 1390, and named Genzeb Rashida of House Manoah as his queen. King Ving is the second longest sitting monarch in Nalibia. High Priest: High Priest Timon Lila Askari Population: 1,573,121 Provincial Animal: Crown Black Eagle Provincial Dish: Poboy (Picture of ) The province of Mamon is located on the west coast of Nalibia. It host both lust jungle and deep swamp. The Metropolitan areas of Mamon are: (Picture of ) Gayarou Population- 313,014 City Perfect- (Picture of ) Chukwu Population- 316,234 City Perfect- Major Companies in Mamon Marula Oil, is a state owned multinational oil and gas corporation headquartered in Mamon Province, Nalibia. Marula Oil upstream operations involve activities such as drilling wells, developing reservoirs, and constructing infrastructure. Its downstream operations involve refining crude oil, distributing refined products, and marketing petroleum-based products. Marula Oil have operations across the globe, with a strong presence in deep-water exploration, particularly in the international water of the Viatic Ocean, where they currently holds more than 200 leases. In Nalibia, Marula Oil's refining capacity accounts for 60% of total domestic capacity, providing Nalibia with affordable petroleum along with its gas stations which are some of the most widely recognized. In addition to its core businesses, Marula Oil is also involved in research and development in renewable energy sources and advanced energy technologies. Marula Oil has invested in a number of projects in alternative fuels, biofuels, biodiesel, hydrogen fuel cells, and geothermal energy. Marula Oil is committed to the safe operation of all its facilities, and strive to improve the quality of life for its employees and all those living in the communities they serve. Pamile Data & Intelligence (PDI) is another global leader based out of Mamon, Nalibia. They provides its customers with insights related to their target markets, customer behaviors, and broader economic trends as well as connects businesses with online communities. PDI is passionately curious about Society, Markets and People. “Game Changers” – our tagline – summarises our ambition: PDI provides true understanding and make the changing world easier to navigate, so that its clients can make faster, smarter and bolder decisions. Pamile Data & Intelligence’s wide range of services covers multiple industries, including retail, healthcare, transportation, politics, and automotive, and our company is part of the Pamile global communications firm. Pamile Data & Intelligence has offices around the Esferos and is always looking for new lands to expand into. Mamon Food Production Barley Rice Lentil Sesame Peas Cucumber Flax Cloves Moringa Cow Sheep Chicken Crawfish Oyster Crab Royal Lobster Redfish Flounder Black Drum Sheepshead Bonga Crown Black Eagle Poboy National Summary Holidays and Celebrations Culture and Pastimes Government Offices and Titles Official Faith

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Nouveauterra Lucius Valaris - Ballroom Lucius is dancing with a number of other boisterous young men in a giant circle, causing a small tremor in the floorboards. He doesn’t focus on the circle, but at the periphery. To a beautiful blue shirt and white skirt. Stella Niewhus. She is talking to that slender young man again. Lucius’ slipping from her mind. He can’t stand the idea. He leaves the ring of stompers, and makes a straight line towards Stella. Nobody is going to stop Lucius Valaris, Third of his name, heir to the Valaris fortune, and Sinister in the De Rek Third Young Gunners Company. Uva Dolphin is standing at the edge of the crowd, and spots the dashing man walking straight towards her. She gives Lucius a loving glance, and meets wide, ferocious eyes. Lucius’ bodyguard Crass is hot on his heels. Uva steps to the side and avoids the pair by a hair.

Nouveauterra Theo Van Meer - Ballroom Theo is initially dancing alone, attempting to match the up and down beats of Nalibian dance music, but when that doesn’t work, he notices you just need the down beat to dance. The aspiring 21 year old trust fund baby is trying to fit in at the who’s who of elite society. But it isn’t the place for him. How can a guy who really likes long walks and solitude inherit control of a vast multi-million mark fortune? Theo notices Stella Niewhus and Uva Dolphin dancing near a group of some locals and gravitates towards them. Stella greets Theo with a smile. “Nice to see ya!” Stella shouts over the music. “Same!” Theo whips his head back to ensure he didn’t destroy someone’s toes. He turns back to Stella, hunched over. “The studio!” Theo shouts. “By yourself!?” “Not exactly!” Stella shouts. She smirks and turns her back to Theo. “I need friends! Who love music! Like you!” Theo leans in. “Like me!?” Stella nods her head to the music. “Say less!”

Nouveauterra Stella Niewhus and Uva Dolphin - Ballroom Uva Dolphin, the youngest of the Dolphin publishing family empire, is too late to warn Stella Niewhus as Lucius stomps across the room, trailed by his bodyguard. Uva wonders if she has done enough as a friend to protect Stella. Stella and Theo are dancing together on their own, away from the other partiers. They trade laughs and step in time together. Stella looks at Theo, and thinks about how he might actually be more than a mister-money-bags. Their shared love of music and haute cuisine might be worth brewing for longer. Can the warmth of love exist in the cold capitalist mechanisms of the business world? Stella is jolted by Theo’s sudden grim expression. Stella turns her head and sees Lucius darting towards her. Stella ducks. Lucius loses his footing as he bumps into Stella. The floor, slick from sweat, a few spilled cocktails, and grease, gives no hold for Lucius’ shoes. Lucius falls forward with incredible force. Lucius’ head connects with the ground, and he goes limp. As his body stops, dancers are confused. They look down, and reach for the unconscious young man. Crass is reaching for attendants standing by the edge of the ballroom. They rush to aid the sleeping socialite, but they may be too late. Anyone who suffers such a severe fall may be irreparably changed. Stella looks on at Lucius with a deep hollowing of her gut. “What have I done?” Stella asks herself. Theo holds her by the shoulder and ferries her to a table with Uva a step behind them.

Saint Mark Maria Calidum Heads turned as Maria Calidum, seventeen-year-old daughter of hotel magnate, Sir Emerson Calidum and Lady Arthwyete-Calidum, entered the golden ballroom. She was noticed, as she always was, and as she always sought to be. It wasn’t only her flawless features or her gorgeous da Lautus gown in the Aucturian style that drew the glances … she was known. Her power over the choices of the Markan aristocratic youth was remarkable. She was what other influencers dreamed to be. Pleased to see so many of her disciples in attendance, she glided over the parquet floor and began to reward them with her attention.

This is the Royal Ball Event, the opening event of the Royal Ball. The final event, with the theme being socializing. Post a picture of the person at the event. They can be dancing alone or with someone else, or even sitting in a corner alone or with a group. Talk about the person/people; what is going through their mind, what are they talking about, how do they feel. And of course; who are they? If you have more than one person in an image, feel free to focus on only one of them.

Attiq Uchennah of the Iweobiegbulam family is the heartthrob of the silver screen as well as a singer-songwriter. Here by request of many of Nalibia's ladies. As the highest-paid actor for the past two years, Attiq has earned his right to greet us with his presence on the red carpet. He is wearing a piece by X-Mac, an elaborate dashiki suit of vibrant colors made of Zalet-crafted cotton. His earrings are designed and crafted by Elias Bouchta, whom a lot of our guests are wearing tonight. His new album will drop this winter as the official soundtrack of his upcoming action movie, Soverign Siege.

Princess Teniayo of House Medhane is here today wearing clothes designed by designer Arsema; the design on her dress represents her Mamon culture through its elaborate bead embroidery, a staple craft of her province; her jewelry is made and designed by Elias Bouchta; and her hair and makeup are styled by Hamza Yirari. Princess Teniayo is crowned to ascend the throne of her father, which we got a beautiful preview of over this past summer. She took over as acting queen for two months when her father was temporarily bedridden, and we saw just how capable she was as a ruler. The people's overall happiness increased with some jokingly asking, "When will he need another vacation?".

Nouveauterra Stella Niewhus and Uva Dolphin - Red Carpet Stella Niewhus and Uva Dolphin walk out onto the red carpet to some applause and whooping as reporters took photos. Stella wears a complete set of a blue floral shirt and a white dress skirt from Caroline Bonflueve, a very modern fashion designer known for loud, stylized clothing. Uva is wearing a green fluted dress designed by her friend Vales Canes, an outsider fashion designer and artist of Danav descent. Both wear fashion that breaks the mold; an established designer distorting the old and creating something new, and a new designer from an often marginalized ethnic group. At 20 years old, Stella is the leading eldest daughter of the Niewhus Clan. The Niewhus Clan was born from the exploits of Niels Van Niewhus, who formed Entreprise de Castellum-Niewhus-Perrier in 1312. CNP is now the largest financial services company in Nouveauterra in terms of total controlled assets. Uva, also 20, is the second oldest daughter of the Dolphin Clan, a family of booksellers and publishers with their Dolphin Press being one of the primary publisher-distributors in the country. Stella produces music, and Uva is a muralist and artist. The friends of 10 years are hard to separate. While Uva is ogling the dashing hunk Lucius Valaris III, Stella is gushing about her production exploits. “Melancon, Jeune Aigle, and a collab between Julia Niewpoort and Guy Calx,” Stella said. “That’s crazy! I listen to Melancon all the time,” Theo said. “I wouldn’t have guessed the old school president was doing that now.” Stella gave an exaggerated pout. “I could be doing more,” Stella said. “But I’m currently stuck with Concordia Disques, so it’s only the artists that management has vetted so to speak. But I have a plan.” “What kind of plan? Wait, you’re going to go independent?” Theo was hooked.

Saint Mark Lord Evard Vetopes, The Earl of Greylyn (fore) with his twin brother, Lord Emmanuel (back) Cameron Riffles: Well, Jennifer, here we are in Cyro, Nalibia at the Sheva Palace for the Nalibian Royal Ball, reporting for the MBC. Did you ever think this event would even catch the interest of Saint Mark, let alone be the must-have invitation it has turned out to be? Jennifer Synctus: The road to this day has certainly been filled with twists and turns, Cameron. When first announced, the Great Houses were having none of it. Gauche! They proclaimed! Cameron: Yes, many invitations sat unopened. Jennifer: Indeed. However, as is often the case, the youth thought otherwise. Whether it was a reaction to the, can we say, stodginess of their elders, or because a ball in a faraway land peaked their sense of adventure …. Cameron: … or that socialite and influencer, Maria Calidum, announced her intent to attend … Jennifer: Indeed. Yes, that too. Well, as we know now, every young Markan aristocrat who can free his or her schedule is taking part. Cameron: Yes, they are, Jennifer, and that brings us back to the Red Carpet. Approaching now are Lord Evard Vetopes, eldest son … Jennifer: … by seven minutes! … Cameron: … of The Duke of Anor and his younger twin brother, Lord Emmanuel, both eighteen years old. Jennifer: The Duke of Anor is, of course, one of the Electors of Saint Mark, and his House of Vetopes is one of the oldest, established in the mid-eight hundreds. Cameron: The young gentlemen are wearing red velvet by da Lautus inspired by the Aucturian Era of the 1310s that is all the rage among young aristocrats this year. Jennifer: Yes, and the red, for our foreign viewers, is a traditional hue of Saint Mark. So elegant! These two scions of Saint Mark would be quite a catch for any of the fine young ladies in attendance.