World Cup of Football III [rosters, roleplays, results]

[Aelitia]

 

 

[Bran Astor]

The icy dark of the winter night swallowed Eino Veskima as he ventured into the malevolent embrace of Salumetsa. A frigid wind sighed through the towering pines while the grasping branches overhead tangled with shadows that whispered his sins. Eino, driven by the weight of guilt and an insatiable curiosity, navigated the labyrinthine maze of twisted trunks and thorny underbrush, descending deeper into the heart of darkness.

The oppressive shadows grew denser, the moonlight casting eerie silhouettes that danced across the twisted foliage as Eino devled deeper into Salumetsa. Spectral, unseen eyes peered through the darkness, scrutinizing his every move. The half-forgotten tales of the Eyesnatcher, hung heavy in the air like a vengeful fog, painting the landscape with ancient dread.

The whispering wind seemed to carry an unsettling choir of voices, recounting Eino's transgressions with a chilling clarity. The tangled branches above him clawed at the inky sky, casting elongated shadows that mimicked the ethereal fingers of the forest witch herself. An unsettling unease gripped him as the very essence of Salumetsa seemed to seep into his bones, mirroring the rot that festered within.

Helve Sightbane, draped in ragged robes that seemed to absorb the shadows around her, observed Eino from the shadows. Her presence exuded an otherworldly malevolence, and her eyes, two voids that absorbed all light, seemed to pierce through the layers of deception that shielded his soul. Her incantations resonated with the rustle of leaves, creating an orchestral backdrop to the unfolding nightmare.

Memories of Eino's transgressions played out in a ghastly panorama—the broken promises, the shattered bonds, the callous disregard for those who loved him. The forest, an ancient witness to countless tales of betrayal, seemed to mourn the decay of kinship that festered within Eino's heart.

Salumetsa itself became an entity, alive with a malevolent consciousness that pulsated with every beat of Eino's tormented heart. Whispering spirits tugged at him, urging him further into the tangled web of the cursed woods. The ground beneath him seemed to shift, the very earth alive with a sinister intent that propelled him toward his impending reckoning.

Eino stumbled upon a clearing, its sickly glow revealing the silhouette of Helve. Her skeletal fingers, like talons dipped in shadows, reached out toward him. Her voice, a dissonant melody that echoed through the clearing, recounted his sins in excruciating detail, each word etching deeper into the fabric of his tormented soul.

"Your eyes betray you, Eino Veskima," she crooned, the very air pregnant with the weight of his sins. "They reveal the darkness within, the rot that festers in the hearts of those who forsake kinship."

In the deafening silence that followed, the Eyesnatcher seized him with a ferocity born of ancient vengeance. Her fingers, gnarled and ice-cold, plunged into his eyes, and the world erupted into a symphony of agony. Blood and magic mingled in the air as Eino's anguished screams echoed through Salumetsa, his blindness both physical and metaphysical.

As the last vestiges of his sight were ripped away, the forest itself seemed to shudder, the very roots of Salumetsa quivering with satisfaction. Helve's haunting laughter, a cacophony of torment, intertwined with the mournful howls of the wind, marking the gruesome climax of Eino Veskima's descent into darkness.

The legend of Eino Veskima became a whispered warning in the our community, a tale of the Eyesnatcher who dwelled within Salumetsa, a force that emerged to claim the souls of those who dared to take kinship for granted. The cursed forest stood as a monument to the consequences of betrayal, its haunted trees etching the tale of Eino's demise into the very fabric of Salumetsa's twisted history. And in the moonlit shadows of those ancient woods, Helve waited, her eyes devoid of color, ever watchful for the next impure soul to succumb to the abyss.

[United Adaikes]

[United Adaikes]

Results of the Quarterfinals

[Dalimbar]

COMMS TO ALL FIELD COMMAND OFFICERS IN FAR-EASTERN CONTROL ZONE
SENDER: VC Stavka/FC FECZ

Today we begin the integration of the FECZ into the Free State. From Stavka on to company, all have received their orders. The following measures are to take place:

1. Designated units will ensure compliance of relocation of hostile-class residents to reserved lands. Non-compliant hostile-class residents, if classified as a threat, shall be immediately terminated. Other non-compliant hostile-class residents shall be handed to Gulag Processing Units in their sectors.
2. Border units shall be at fortress state along the frontier and reinforced.
3. Supporting internal units to enforce lockdown procedures in their sectors.
4. Port Ain and other urban sectors in FECZ with Dalimbari and other FS citizens shall be lightly swept for subversive activity and secured from outside conditions. 
5. Project Sitka shall be engaged in reserved lands for continued project testing, particular lands to be noted in future comms.

Glory to the Free State! Glory to the Marshal! Glory to our Ancestors and the Path!

-Gen. Iosip Frank

[Giovanniland]

Hello everyone! I am Numerio Dellio-Oliverde, host of the special Football Report that is taking place during the 3rd World Cup of Football. Today we'll talk about the round of 16 game against Nieubasria, which sadly resulted in elimination for the Giovannilandian team, as well as expectations for the next world cup. 

Round of 16: Giovanniland 1-3 Nieubasria (Halftime: 1-1)
Goals: Vittoria Oriastella (28')

The players of Team Giovanniland started the game with confidence against Nieubasria, knowing the challenge ahead of playing against the defending champions. The team played more defensively than before, with the striker Klementina de Abreo-Florino giving the way to another defender, the experienced Gioseppe Offerio-Apustio. Through most of the first half this strategy worked, although it was also nailbiting to watch for any Giovannilandian: the ball spent more time in our defensive half than the attacking one, with the team getting its scoring attempts mostly from counterattacks.

In one of these attempts, Vittoria Oriastella successfully found her way to a good angle to shoot the ball, receiving the ball from former captain Lorentio Santo-Ferrari, and scored, to the surprise of the Basric team. Giovanniland would then hold the advantage for most of the remaining time in the first half, however Nieubasria's striker Camdyn Cartwrighte dealt a blow to Giovannilandian morale when the carefully set up defense was bypassed by him just before the first half ended, on minute three of stoppage time.

In the second half, Team Giovanniland continued with a similar formation to the first half, hoping that they would be able to mount a similar counterattack to the previous one that led to the goal. In fact the team did, with good attempts from Gabriella Orfeo and Giustiniano Nottua-Glabrio, the latter of which required a stellar defense from Nieubasria's goalkeeper Dalton Fairburne to stop, but overall the success was not to be repeated since the Basric defense improved after the first and ultimately only goal from Giovanniland.

As time progressed, the goal to break the even score was eventually scored by the striker Zedh Coreia from Nieubasria at the 65th minute, and the defending champions further added to their score near the end of the match through a 83th minute goal by Landan Aylmere, unfortunately denying the Giovannilandians any chance at a comeback.

Our team was then eliminated from the competition, curiously the third time this happens just at the round of 16 and with a score of 3-1 for the opposing team, dubbed 'The 3-1 Curse' by fans. The coach Hettor Ottavio-Linare expressed their commiserations at the result and the fact the goal of surpassing this stage did not come to fruition, but also lauded the team for playing to the best of its ability against the top team in the world. Gustavo Zapata, the new captain, also commented that due to the big changes taken in the team since the last world cup this new roster is very much still adapting itself, and over time he expects that it will be stronger.

With these results, we at the Football Report have updated the scoring leaderboard one last time for the foreseeable future! The newcomer to the Esquadra Nationale, Vittoria Oriastella, has proven her place as one of the rising stars of the national football, scoring two goals in this World Cup, while at the top we have famous strikers like the captain Gustavo Zapata and the young star Matteo Ventomar.

Name	Goals Scored	Rank
Gustavo Zapata	9	#1
Matteo Ventomar	8	#2
Pietro Takeda	5	#3
Lorentio Santo-Ferrari	4	#4
Regina Horatiano-Viselli	3	#5
Arabella Viator-Nyima	2	#6
Giustiniano Nottua-Glabrio
Klementina de Abreo-Florino
Vittoria Oriastella
Sergio Feragi Faustiano	1	#10
Giovanni Oliverde-Lastrilla
Kassio Fidustio-Severi
Herbina Gavio Horati
Ottavio Laquo-Tertulli
Hortensia Purparbone

That is all from us today! Although our team has been eliminated, continue watching this channel because we will continue displaying further matches from the 3rd World Cup of Football. I hope to see you there, and I also make an invite to all viewers to stay tuned for our upcoming Chess Report that will cover all happenings from the 1423 Giovanniland Chess Championship, starting today in the city of Sonserina!

[Aelitia]

 

AADLIVALVE   -      -   NOBILITYWATCH

Tales of Monarchy's Enduring Appeal (Part 12)
COLUMN - DECEMBER 5, 1423

In a world that often seems to embrace change at breakneck speed, some traditions stand as timeless pillars, capturing the hearts and imaginations of the people. Among these enduring traditions is the institution of monarchy, where tales of regal splendor, unwavering duty, and the charm of royal personalities continue to weave a narrative that crosses generations.

In this column, we embark on a journey through the lens of ardent admirers and staunch monarchists who find solace, inspiration, and connection in the stories of royal families. Each week, we delve into the personal narratives of those who have dedicated themselves to preserving and cherishing the age-old traditions of monarchy.

From grandiose ceremonies to the subtle nuances of royal interactions, we'll explore the multifaceted appeal of the royal house of the current Prince. Whether it's the captivating allure of a coronation, the timeless elegance of a tiara, or the profound sense of duty exemplified by monarchs, these stories will illuminate the reasons behind the unwavering passion of those who continue to champion the cause of monarchy.

Join us as we navigate history, peeking into the lives of individuals who proudly wear their admiration for royalty as a badge of honor. This is not just a collection of stories; it's a celebration of the enduring charm and significance of monarchy in the hearts of its devotees. So, sit back, pour yourself a cup of tea, and reminisce with our featured submitter. 

Elaine Qu, 56, Fort Ingor

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You know, seeing the Prince and the Royal Family always takes me back to that summer day in Fort Ingor. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of jacaranda blossoms, and the vibrant colors of the sunset painted the sky in hues of orange and pink. There was an excitement in the air as the whole town gathered for the annual summer festival.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The Prince and his family arrived in a grand procession, adorned in regal attire that shimmered in the twilight. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, children waving tiny flags, their faces painted with joy. The energy was infectious; you could feel it in the laughter that echoed through the cobblestone streets.

The Prince, tall and dignified, moved graciously through the crowd, exchanging warm greetings with the townspeople. I was just a teenager then, standing on tiptoes, trying to catch a glimpse. And there he was, his eyes met mine, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still. In that instant, I saw someone genuinely connected to the people with a warmth that reached every corner of the square.

It was just one of the three big local festivals in Fort Ingor, but the Royal Family's presence added a special touch to the festivities. The Prince's children, dressed in the most adorable little outfits, were running around, joining in the games with the local kids. There was a sense of unity and shared joy that transcended any titles or status.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the entire town gathered for a magnificent display of fireworks. The Prince and his family stood on the balcony of the town hall, and as the first firework lit up the sky, you could tell the organizers were trying to put on a good show. It was a moment of pure magic - it is in my heart forever.

Whenever I see the Prince and the Royal Family now, it's a lovely reminder of the memories from that enchanting summer night. It's incredible how a single moment can get deeply etched into one's memory...

 

 

[Bran Astor]

Warning - body horror

Spoiler

The air in Salutemtsa was thick with secrets, a living shroud wrapped around the ancient trees. Even the sunlight, filtering through the dense canopy, seemed muted, a pale imitation of its true brilliance. Three youngsters, faces streaked with grime and eyes burning with mischief, stumbled through the undergrowth. Laughter, laced with the thrill of stolen goods, echoed through the silent woods.

Mikael, the eldest, adjusted the sack slung over his shoulder. "Three chickens, enough for a feast!" he declared, a grin splitting his face.

Beside him, Lasse snickered, his gaze darting nervously at the shadows. "Are you sure it was wise, stealing from Old Man Vana? They say he's touched by the Sightbane."

Anya, the youngest, scoffed. "Helve Sightbane is just a bedtime story for children." She kicked a fallen branch, sending it skittering across the forest floor.

But as the day wore on, a strange chill settled over them. The playful banter faded, replaced by an unnerving silence. The forest seemed to close in, the trees becoming twisted figures reaching for them with gnarled limbs.

Suddenly, Lasse let out a strangled cry. He stumbled, clutching his eyes, his face contorted in pain. Blood streamed from between his fingers.

Mikael and Anya rushed to his side, horror dawning on their faces. Lasse's face was a bloody mess, his eyes gouged out, leaving empty sockets that stared vacantly into the unknown.

Panic seized them. They turned to flee, but the forest seemed to mock their efforts. No matter which direction they ran, the same gnarled trees surrounded them, their silent branches like accusing fingers.

Then, they saw it. A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked in darkness, her face hidden by the veil of leaves. Helve Sightbane. They had dismissed her as a mere myth, but now, faced with her chilling presence, they knew the legends were true.

She moved with unnatural grace, her laughter echoing like the wind through dead leaves. As she approached, Mikael and Anya could only watch in paralyzed terror.

Helve reached for Mikael, her touch cold and searing. He screamed, but no sound escaped his lips. She tore his eyes from their sockets, relishing their cries of pain. Then, she turned to Anya.

Anya, driven by sheer desperation, lunged for Helve. Her nails raked the witch's face, leaving thin lines of blood. But Helve didn't even flinch.

With a cruel smile, the witch plunged her fingers into Anya's eyes. Anya's scream was abruptly cut short, replaced by a chilling silence.

Helve stood amidst the carnage, the blood of her victims staining her cloak. She raised her head, her sightless eyes seeming to pierce the darkness. Then, she vanished into the depths of Salutemtsa, leaving behind only the chilling echo of her laughter and the bodies of her victims, a grim testament to the consequences of abandoning kinship and embracing the darkness.

The forest of Salutemtsa swallowed their remains, adding the story of their demise to its endless collection of secrets, a reminder of the dangers that awaited those who dared to venture into its depths. The legend of Helve Sightbane, the Eyesnatcher, lived on, a chilling whisper on the wind, a warning to all who entered the ancient woods.

 

[United Adaikes]

[Dalimbar]

Система аварийного оповещения / Emergency Alert System
Вещательный диапазон: Порт-Айна / Broadcast Range: Port Ain

Внимание! / Attention!
Внимание! / Attention!
Внимание! / Attention!
Внимание! / Attention!

Порт Айна заблокирован до дальнейшего уведомления. / Port Ain is under lockdown until further notice.

Пожалуйста, оставайтесь в своих домах. Не выходите на улицу. / Please remain in your homes. Do not go outside.

Порт Айна заблокирован до дальнейшего уведомления. / Port Ain is under lockdown until further notice.

Пожалуйста, оставайтесь в своих домах. Не выходите на улицу. / Please remain in your homes. Do not go outside.

Вооруженные группы атакуют следующие объекты: Атомная электростанция Порт-Айна; Командный центр Порт-Айна; Таганский Торговый Центр; ФСТВ Порт-Айна. / Armed groups are attacking the following locations: Port Ain Nuclear Power Station; Port Ain Command Centre; Tagansky Shopping Centre; FSTV Port Ain.

Вооруженные группы атакуют следующие объекты: Атомная электростанция Порт-Айна; Командный центр Порт-Айна; Таганский Торговый Центр; ФСТВ Порт-Айна. / Armed groups are attacking the following locations: Port Ain Nuclear Power Station; Port Ain Command Centre; Tagansky Shopping Centre; FSTV Port Ain.

Не покидайте свой дом, пока не даст разрешение! / Do not leave your house until given clearance!

Слава Далимбар! / Glory to Dalimbar!

[United Adaikes]

Results of the Semi-Finals

[Bran Astor]

In the heart of the frigid Masendav wilderness in northern Cambria, a harrowing clash unfolded as the 4th Infantry OTK faced a formidable foe from Dalimbar. The chilling conflict thrust the serene village of Torma Manor into the annals of history, underscoring the tensions of a world gripped by the Second Northern War.

Torma Manor, nestled amidst snow-covered peaks, became a grim theater of battle as the Dalimbari Army, seasoned in warfare, besieged the village. The 4th OTK, resilient and disciplined, confronted overwhelming odds against the backdrop of a winter landscape marked by treacherous terrain.

The unfolding drama played out against the stark canvas of evergreen trees cloaked in snow. A biting wind swept through the forest, setting the stage for a relentless struggle. Clad in olive drab uniforms, the men of the 4th OTK held steadfast in their defensive positions, braving the unrelenting assault.

Lieutenant Colonel Hunt, a weathered and stoic commander, surveyed the battlefield with a craggy countenance shaped by numerous campaigns. The faces of his men reflected a mix of determination and fatigue, testimony to the harsh realities of war etched in the lines of their snow-covered trenches.

The Dalimbari offensive persisted with artillery shells tearing through the tranquil forest, disrupting the once-peaceful enclave. The 4th OTK, outnumbered and outgunned, valiantly defended against the encroaching forces. Their resilience mirrored historical echoes, portraying the indomitable spirit of those who faced impossible odds.

Amidst the eerie calm of a momentary pause in the fighting, a distant hum heralded an impending threat. A collective gasp swept through the frozen air as a 205mm artillery shell, bearing the unmistakable Dalimbari markings, hurtled towards Torma Manor—an unprecedented weapon, rewriting the rules of warfare.

The ensuing detonation shattered the tranquility of the mountainous forest, unleashing a blinding wave of destruction. The shockwave swept through the landscape, felling trees and obliterating all in its path. The soldiers of the 4th OTK, once stalwart against insurmountable odds, succumbed to the merciless force of this unparalleled weapon.

Torma Manor, once a haven, now lay in ruins. The atomic inferno left nothing but devastation in its wake. Emerging from the remnants, survivors—friend and foe alike—bore witness to the horrors of war etched in their faces.

As the cold winds whispered through the scorched remnants of the Cambrian forest, the aftermath of the Battle of Torma Manor unfolded. Snowflakes gently settled on the ashes, carrying with them the weight of a narrative transcending borders and time. The tragic events that transpired became a somber chapter in the annals of history, a stark reminder of humanity's relentless march, even when armed with weapons capable of shattering the very fabric of existence. Within hours of the event, the world grappled with the sobering reality of an unprecedented conflict in the Masendav wilderness.

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In the heart of Lahemaa National Park, where the Jaanus Vaino swamp forest sprawls its mossy arms and silence reigns like a forgotten king, lurks a creature born of shadows and ancient dread. The locals call it the Vanamees, the Old Man of Lahemaa. A bipedal hominid, it stands tall and broad-shouldered, its form obscured by a matted pelt of black and dark brown hair that bristles like a wild boar’s in the dim light filtering through the dense canopy.

Its eyes are the color of glacial ice, said to burn red as embers when the sun dips below the horizon. These eyes have witnessed the passing of millennia, seen civilizations rise and fall, and witnessed the birth and death of countless creatures. They hold a depth of wisdom and savagery that chills the blood of even the most seasoned hunter.

The Vanamees is a creature of immense strength. Tales whisper of uprooted trees and shattered boulders hurled with ease by its powerful arms. Its footprint is said to be the size of a dinner plate, a stark reminder of its presence in the whispering woods. Those who have encountered the Vanamees speak of a guttural roar that shakes the very earth, a sound that sends chills down the spine and leaves a lingering echo of fear in the heart.

But the Vanamees is not just a brute force. It is cunning and intelligent, a master of the hunt and the art of deception. The oldest stories speak of its ability to shapeshift, to mimic the voices of loved ones and lure unsuspecting prey into the depths of the forest. It is said that the Vanamees can become a shadow, melting into the darkness unseen, only to reappear when least expected, a terrifying specter born of the nightmares of men.

Over the past four decades, hundreds of sightings have been reported. Hikers have stumbled upon its massive footprints in the mud, hunters have seen glimpses of its hulking form through the trees, and campers have woken to the chilling sound of its guttural cry. Yet, despite these numerous encounters, little photographic evidence exists. The Vanamees seems to exist just beyond the grasp of reality, a phantom haunting the margins of our world.

Some say the Vanamees is a remnant of a long-forgotten age, a creature that predates humanity itself. Others believe it is a guardian of the forest, a protector of the ancient wilderness. Whatever the truth may be, one thing is certain: the Vanamees is a creature to be feared and respected. The whispers of its name in the wind carry warnings of danger and of the primal terror that lurks beneath the verdant canopy of Lahemaa.

So, if you find yourself wandering through the heart of the Jaanus Vaino swamp forest, tread carefully. Listen closely to the sounds of the woods, and be wary of the shadows that dance between the trees. For the Vanamees, the Old Man of Lahemaa, may be watching, waiting for the next unsuspecting soul to venture into his domain. And when it does, the forest will echo with the screams of the lost, another victim claimed by the legend of the Cambrian swamp.

[Aelitia]

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[Federation of Inner Ryxtylopia]

Recommendations for the Final Matches - Nieubasria vs Cambria and Dalimbar vs Arifiyyah

 

 

The Finale of the Third World Cup of Football, happening in Ryxtylopia in 1423 will see defending champions Nieubasria attempt to win the title for the third straight time in a row, against opponents from the same continent: Cambria, who will go for their first ever Football World Cup win after finishing in third in both the previous editions of the tournament.

But now with the Cambrians having surpassed the semi finals, after defeating the last non-polarii team: Arifiyyah, they hope to be able to win the world cup, whilst Nieubasria come off strong after defeating Dalimbar.

This match promises to be an intense and memorable one, and one of the teams will crown themselves champions of the footballing world for the next year, whilst the sport is the reason we all gather here for this day, there are also recommendations that the Ryxtylopian Government would like to make for tourists going to the game.

 

As well as this, audiences will also be able to watch the match for the bronze medal (or third place), between Polarii team: Dalimbar and Auran team Arifiyyah, Both teams had a good tournament despite Dalimbar struggling in the group stage, whilst Ariffiyah is one of the previous finalists, whilst their team failed to make the final, they still have a shot at to take home the bronze.

 

Where will the games happen?

 

Nieubasria vs Cambria:

The Finale between Nieubasria and Cambria will take place in the Istadio Franco Rivalda, also known as "Il Colosso" (The Colossus) home of the Ryxtylopian National Team, as well as Club Atletico Rio Priava. This stadium is the largest in Ryxtylopia and one of the largest in all of Aura, with a capacity of 81,500 spectators, its an old but recently modernized complex that has seen several of the greatest moments not only in ryxtylopian club football, but also at an international level.

The stadium has many seating areas to choose from, and it has screens for areas with harders views, which will provide live coverage from the game, as well as zoom into the most exciting moments of the game.

 

 

With that said, transport to the venue will be provided in the Ryxenia area, many hotels having already bundled it with their offers, if having purchased a bundle isn't the case for the consumer, the price to pay is relativley cheap by most standards, considering theese busses have been chartered by the ryxtylopian government, as well as this taxis and other private transport options are available.

When it comes to food and drink, the Rivalda's large hallways surrounding the stadium have plenty of stands willing to sell many options of both fast and traditional food at cheap prices, drinks; mainly soda and alcoholic beverages are also available, as well as this; snacks can be bought by vendors wandering the stands, again at cheap prices.

The stadium does include some other facilities, mainly the bathrooms, parking lot, and for the private boxes there's service to get your food delivered straight to your location, as well as a TV to give you company.

 

 

The Rivalda is Subdivided into 4 stands: Raixas, Bravaino, Esquirriva and Saivilla, and theese are subdivided again into upper, mid, and lower sections, with each stand having retractable fences to separate fans from each team; however due to the low risk involved in this match theese fences won't be raised but its still not recommended to wander off your assigned area.

 

 

 

When it comes to entrances, the Rivalda has 3 large entrances, and several other emergency exits with clear signs indicating where to head to in the case of an emergency. The 3 entrances are: the Main Entrance, the West Entrance and the East Entrance.

All entrances will be opened to all fans, however we recommend fans of the home to enter through the West Entrance, and fans of the Visiting side to enter throught the East entrance.

 

 

Dalimbar vs Arifiyyah:

The game for 3rd place between Dalimbar and Arifiyyah will take place in the Istadio Gral. Tavarra Dipartí, in the city of Vynitiná, home of the Diportivo Unido di Vynitiná and with a capacity of 67,745 spectators, the complex is a bit old, but for the world cup it received a new paint job and its ready to receive the teams that will battle it out to take home the Bronze.

 

 

The stadium isn't located near many hotels and public spaces, but its well connected to the city center through public transport and the metro; like in the Rivalda's case temporary bus routes have been set to shuffle passangers to the stadium for the game.

Like in the Rivalda, food and drinks can be found in stands outside the stadium or with vendors, as well as this it has functional facilities, and a nearby parking lot.

For this game around 2/3 of the stadium's capacity has been reserved for Ariffiyah fans due to the proximity factor, the ammount of Ariffiyah supporters is expected to be quite high, if the Dalimbari fans dont fill the other seats, extra capacity will be available.

The Dipartí is divided into 4 stands: Arvailas, Caraviallas, Gral. Divirca and Fortín. Fortín and Caraviallas are smaller stands with only one level, whilst the other two are bigger in comparison having more floors and capacity for more spectators, fences to separate fans are in the stadium, but for this game its most likley they wont be used; however we still recommend to not wander off your assigned area once the game starts.

 

 

The stadium has 3 Entrances, one in the north, one in the south and one on the west side, Dalimbar supporters will enter through the west Entrance, Arifiyyah supporters through the south entrance, while the North entrance will be open for supporters of both sides.

 

 

 

The Rules

For a successful and peaceful games to take place, there have to be rules most focused around what you can and cannot bring into the stadiums, for this we have divided items into allowed and not allowed in the next segment:

 

ALLOWED:

Flags.

Banners.

Bevarages Contained in plastic bottles.

Food and Snacks.

Musical Instruments

 

NOT ALLOWED:

Pets.

Weapons or Sharp Objects.

Drones.

Lasers.

Microphones or Loudspeakers.

Glass Bottles.

Smoke Bombs or Flares.

 

 

The Schedule:

(only applies to the Gold Medal Match)

 

Before the game, people will be expected to get to their assigned locations and seats.

And hour before the game, a band from the ryxtylopian military will show up, to perform local music, as well as this brief exposees of culture will happen to entretain guests.

Right before the game both teams will walk into the pitch, this will be followed by the playing of the National Anthem of the Ryxtylopian Federation, as well as the anthems of both the participating teams.

After this the game will start and is expected to last around 95 minutes, with the present possibility of extra time being added, or even going to penalties.

After the game a stage will be set for the winning team within the pitch, the awards ceremony will begin before the winning team takes up stage and lifts the trophy.

Finally a fireworks display will take place at the stadium.

Theese events will mark the official end of the tournament.

 

 

Those are the recommendations we give to everybody with the intent of attending the game to follow, this game will be one of the games of the century, and we expect both teams to give it their best and to give us their best moments to remember and hopefully remember this world cup as one of - if not the best edition of the tournament to ever happen!

[United Adaikes]

[Fujai]

Results of the Final Matches

Bronze Medal Match

Gold Medal Match

Congratulations to our Medalists!

Gold: Cambria

Silver: Nieubasria

Bronze: Dalimbar