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The Nations of Mawei

Scratch that, school decided that I will go crazy first. Will try to post soon.

The Nations of Mawei

I'll get one up tonight if no one else is posting.

The Nations of Mawei

Having recently re-read the IC posts I think it is safe to say that I have a rather different approach to subterfuge than the rest of you. Should I be explaining my secrets more instead of just hinting at possibilities?

The Nations of Mawei

@Inkdrop Your post is officially longer than my university term paper and overall has less mistakes. Well done.

Scientific Team for Exploration and Mechanics research company (S.T.E.A.M research. co.)

David while crazy and armed was not a soldier, Nathan on the other hand had completed proper training before pursuing medicine. Grabbing the barrel of the rifle he shouted to the new girl over his shoulder, "Don't try to reason with a crazy person! They're crazy!". Using his free hand Nathan attempted to restrain Davids off hand, bringing his knee up into his opponents gut as he did so.

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There is a reason Drolem was made a Saint, and it wasn't because of his religious views.

Scientific Team for Exploration and Mechanics research company (S.T.E.A.M research. co.)

It was reflex, yes, that was it. All that security training that he had taken was asserting itself, yes. There were clearly no ulterior reason that Nathan was throwing himself into the line of fire. No horrible mental relapse at all.

Or at least those were the thoughts that passed through Nathans mind as he tackled David to the ground.

"What the actual hell David! You don't just shoot people on an accusation!"

Valkeir Reborn

Ehh?

The Nations of Mawei

As a note for my post I'm not saying that certain spies will be unable to enter Drakun, they could have arrived before the bad weather set in, I'll leave it up to the respective conspirators.

If I have made any mistakes feel free to shout at me in the morning.

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Talk of bad weather had reached the ears of Arch-chancellor Cyk for quite the while now, but today it was the bad weather itself that reached him. From the rough waters of Port Heseln in western Drakun to the renewed harbours of Connolly in the Northern Ocean, the entire width and breadth of Drakun fell beneath the storm, floods and blizzards ravaging even the holy city of Saint Drolem. There had been worse storms in the past, if only a few. Those Irodien traders already in Drakun would effectively be trapped within the border, short a well prepared caravan or a particularly brave ship captain no one was getting in or out. It was ironically poetic in a way, the land itself forcing isolation just as the people began to open up again. As bitterly humorous as the situation was the Mountains' Dance hadn't managed to make it back to harbor, it was trapped on the frothing ocean waves, and that was something Arch-chancellor Cyk couldn't accept, his nation needed that ship. At least Commander Randelrick had managed to secure the Blacksmiths Shot before the weather could ruin them, with blizzards blanketing the northern cities there wouldn't be enough available oil to make another batch.
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Meanwhile, many miles away from the grieving arch-chancellor and his foiled machinations his lesser works continue to unfold. A factory owner is confronted by his state appointed replacement, their perspectives clash, and a fool is escorted into the street where his objections are met for the last time.

"If it hadn't been for a dedicated commitment to technological advancement the Drakun Republic would still be locked in civil war, that was the entire damn point."

"Yes, I understand that but we have some of the greatest cannoneers and blacksmiths in the world! Hell the Thunder Men alone could raze any city in the world to rubble. I shouldn't have to change my foundry ever month to try and achieve the impossible for our spoiled lords mad whims."

"Except that the Thunder Men aren't our shock troops, they primarily work as support and defense. To raze a city they would have to get within cannon range and they can't do that if their position is picked to pieces by long range fire as they are setting up. If you spent more time listening to the Arch-chancellor instead of questioning his choice of funding you might still have a foundry."

"I'll get another-"

"No, no you wont. Even without the Arch-chancellors dedication you and your cheap productions would rapidly find yourself without any place in this world, technology is constant pushing forward, you either move with it or get left behind. Now if you will excuse me I have to see if I can find a scrap dealer who will take the antique garbage you insist on calling a workshop."

"I have worked loyally and have had a higher output than any other factory on this half of Drakun!"

"Forge a thousand swords that can be broken easily, you will be beaten by a single blade made to its fullest. Or do you doubt the words of Saint Drolem?"