Just a question: are we all headed over to this conference right now?
I was under the impression we'd have some time before this started.
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Rafa followed Arthur through the forest. He had only arrived 2 weeks prior, and said nearly nothing to most everyone in the group. His head wrap did well to cover his face, and his thawb made sure the pests swarming around him made no contact with his skin. He held his halberd in his left hand, supported by his shoulder. His right hand guarded his satchel, which hung across his chest.
His all-black attire had Rafa sticking out from the rest of the group. His lack of armor did more-so to support this. Rafa needed to be light and quick. Armor would only slow him down and restrict his movement. Still, he was permitted to set out with the expectation of seeing combat, and Rafa was more than eager to prove himself to all these strangers.
Walking through the forest stressed Rafa, and he was fortunate to have been able to conceal it under his head wrap. Rafa had been used to being the hunter in more urban settings without worry of significant retaliation. He was an assassin, spy, enforcer, but not professionally a fighter. Of course he had seen combat, but it had often been in settings where Rafa had the clear offense.
It was when Kiena pointed out the newly-defined role of their group when Rafa's worries were eased. Rafa was confident that Arthur's hunt would be successful, and Rafa would finally be able to see some action.
"I'm down," responded Rafa. He moved the strap of his satchel from his shoulder to around his waist, threw it behind him, and tightened it like a belt. He could not miss out on this opportunity.
His all-black attire had Rafa sticking out from the rest of the group. His lack of armor did more-so to support this. Rafa needed to be light and quick. Armor would only slow him down and restrict his movement. Still, he was permitted to set out with the expectation of seeing combat, and Rafa was more than eager to prove himself to all these strangers.
Walking through the forest stressed Rafa, and he was fortunate to have been able to conceal it under his head wrap. Rafa had been used to being the hunter in more urban settings without worry of significant retaliation. He was an assassin, spy, enforcer, but not professionally a fighter. Of course he had seen combat, but it had often been in settings where Rafa had the clear offense.
It was when Kiena pointed out the newly-defined role of their group when Rafa's worries were eased. Rafa was confident that Arthur's hunt would be successful, and Rafa would finally be able to see some action.
"I'm down," responded Rafa. He moved the strap of his satchel from his shoulder to around his waist, threw it behind him, and tightened it like a belt. He could not miss out on this opportunity.
Awargathal Tama looked at the man across from him: he was suited up, well spoken, yet still gave off the vibe of an in-genuine creep. The man was pale, bony, and wore coke-bottle glasses that somehow kept to his face without falter. It was odd how someone of such an appearance could find such profile and success in an increasingly superficial world.
"Mr. Tama, Saba is built on the consequence of your family's choice to make this magnificent place a crucial stop on the global trade route. You lie right on the gateway between two great seas of commerce, and because of this, Saba has been reaping profits merely from facilitating trade. However, I think it may be time for Saba to move forward with the rest of the world."
The man was trying to negotiate air passage over Inculta, something not even Tama could guarantee. They had been discussing the profitability of managed air traffic over the Incultan Desert, but it did not seem like a viable option for pilots, nor ground operators, that had to deal with transport within it. Signals often get lost, and the entire region has pretty much become a black hole for broadcast.
Even if signals could somehow make safe passage, airships wouldn't have a chance. The Tamas supplied the Incultans with weapons to defend themselves against incoming aggressors, but they've also chosen to direct them towards any airship within view. At the moment, Tama couldn't possibly negotiate air passage with the hundreds, possibly thousands, of nomadic tribes scattered across the desert.
"Sir, this all sounds just fine in theory, but it will be difficult to implement. Let me make a couple calls, and I'll get back to you at a later date." Tama wouldn't. He was just humoring the man, like many foreign envoys and corporate salesmen before this one.
Tama sat at his desk, shifting through papers. Much of it was just lists of names and numbers, rankings requiring review and approval before publication. Others were pending contracts, with some requests and appeals thrown in there.
At the bottom of the stack was a sealed letter. He recognized the seal, but it wasn't one he saw often enough to match a name to.
Carefully, he opened it, looked it over, and saw that it was about time for his assembly hearing.
Tama sat at the head of the Chamber. His seat was in high and clear view, looking outwards to the semi-circle of Incultan officials surrounding him. On either side of him, and sitting at the desks at the foot of his podium, were his staff. The Board of Directors sat front row, occupied by his siblings and cousins.
"Review for all publication and contracts has been postponed for 2 days. Instead, I would like to use today's meeting to discuss a letter I have received from New Beginning."
The Chamber erupted with argument. Officials were wondering why business had been stalled for some obscure island chain. Some had upcoming business to secure, while others found it absurd that they were even humoring a ridiculously idealistic society.
"In this letter, New Beginning says they have found a sure source of energy on the moon. Their leader, President Mantez, claims that a small piece of it could power an entire nation for a year."
"So, what?" shouted out one of his cousins in the front row. "Our facilities have run on solar power for decades. Our energy sector has already developed to harness the most convenient source of power available to our entire planet! We have reserves that could power a fully developed Inculta for 100 years!"
Many in the Chamber spoke out in agreement. Other, more curious members, held their opposition and insisted on allowing Tama to continue.
"Mantez has invited his fellow heads of state to his island for a week. The date is set to one month from now, and he requires a global ceasefire when discussion opens up. In exchange, he says he will provide the technology to harvest this energy."
Others continued to scoff at the idea. Saba had nothing to worry about with their current neutrality stance, but still, some thought it was a ploy to leave the world vulnerable.
"I know that we've been comfortable with our current 'green energy' policy, but we need to explore our options. Currently, all our energy reserves are majoratively stored within power cells in an electric state. Our current oil supply is insufficient in powering our current infrastructure, and we've held off on tapping into our current oil fields for the sake of pollution.
"If our batteries were to be collectively hit by EMPs, an energy-depleting malfunction occurs, or if the sun were to be blocked out by smoke, smog, or ash from some unlikely natural disaster, we would be left powerless. This moon rock could potentially be stored, holding energy in a state that would require complete destruction of the object to dissipate its energy reserve.
"I am saying we should explore our options, and I plan on attending this meeting. I cannot think of any sovereign that will pass up this opportunity."
"Mr. Tama, Saba is built on the consequence of your family's choice to make this magnificent place a crucial stop on the global trade route. You lie right on the gateway between two great seas of commerce, and because of this, Saba has been reaping profits merely from facilitating trade. However, I think it may be time for Saba to move forward with the rest of the world."
The man was trying to negotiate air passage over Inculta, something not even Tama could guarantee. They had been discussing the profitability of managed air traffic over the Incultan Desert, but it did not seem like a viable option for pilots, nor ground operators, that had to deal with transport within it. Signals often get lost, and the entire region has pretty much become a black hole for broadcast.
Even if signals could somehow make safe passage, airships wouldn't have a chance. The Tamas supplied the Incultans with weapons to defend themselves against incoming aggressors, but they've also chosen to direct them towards any airship within view. At the moment, Tama couldn't possibly negotiate air passage with the hundreds, possibly thousands, of nomadic tribes scattered across the desert.
"Sir, this all sounds just fine in theory, but it will be difficult to implement. Let me make a couple calls, and I'll get back to you at a later date." Tama wouldn't. He was just humoring the man, like many foreign envoys and corporate salesmen before this one.
Tama sat at his desk, shifting through papers. Much of it was just lists of names and numbers, rankings requiring review and approval before publication. Others were pending contracts, with some requests and appeals thrown in there.
At the bottom of the stack was a sealed letter. He recognized the seal, but it wasn't one he saw often enough to match a name to.
Carefully, he opened it, looked it over, and saw that it was about time for his assembly hearing.
Tama sat at the head of the Chamber. His seat was in high and clear view, looking outwards to the semi-circle of Incultan officials surrounding him. On either side of him, and sitting at the desks at the foot of his podium, were his staff. The Board of Directors sat front row, occupied by his siblings and cousins.
"Review for all publication and contracts has been postponed for 2 days. Instead, I would like to use today's meeting to discuss a letter I have received from New Beginning."
The Chamber erupted with argument. Officials were wondering why business had been stalled for some obscure island chain. Some had upcoming business to secure, while others found it absurd that they were even humoring a ridiculously idealistic society.
"In this letter, New Beginning says they have found a sure source of energy on the moon. Their leader, President Mantez, claims that a small piece of it could power an entire nation for a year."
"So, what?" shouted out one of his cousins in the front row. "Our facilities have run on solar power for decades. Our energy sector has already developed to harness the most convenient source of power available to our entire planet! We have reserves that could power a fully developed Inculta for 100 years!"
Many in the Chamber spoke out in agreement. Other, more curious members, held their opposition and insisted on allowing Tama to continue.
"Mantez has invited his fellow heads of state to his island for a week. The date is set to one month from now, and he requires a global ceasefire when discussion opens up. In exchange, he says he will provide the technology to harvest this energy."
Others continued to scoff at the idea. Saba had nothing to worry about with their current neutrality stance, but still, some thought it was a ploy to leave the world vulnerable.
"I know that we've been comfortable with our current 'green energy' policy, but we need to explore our options. Currently, all our energy reserves are majoratively stored within power cells in an electric state. Our current oil supply is insufficient in powering our current infrastructure, and we've held off on tapping into our current oil fields for the sake of pollution.
"If our batteries were to be collectively hit by EMPs, an energy-depleting malfunction occurs, or if the sun were to be blocked out by smoke, smog, or ash from some unlikely natural disaster, we would be left powerless. This moon rock could potentially be stored, holding energy in a state that would require complete destruction of the object to dissipate its energy reserve.
"I am saying we should explore our options, and I plan on attending this meeting. I cannot think of any sovereign that will pass up this opportunity."
Kenny1 said
It's approved. Though I think 800 million would be more appropriate.
I was thinking that, but the high temperatures, along with the nomadic ways of the Incultans, would not allow the region to sustain that large a population. I did adjust it to 450 million, though, just taking numbers of the current population of Middle Eastern countries.
Arthanus said
Didos: Looks good so far just two quick little things. First even if you do not use Magic, you are still born with a natural affinity (kinda comes in story wise later) so if you wouldn't mind adding one. And then second I would like to have a little more background with your time with the Ironwolves, (unless you just joined and if that is the case then you are good)
I can add an affinity. And I was planning on being a new entry into the Ironwolves going into this RP.
I've re-done my Nation CS and my Leader CS. Hopefully, this one will work out, haha.
May or may not have gone overboard.
May or may not have gone overboard.
Could I re-write my nation sheet? I'm getting some ideas on this...
All real, I may be over-complicating this.
Probably got a little too ambitious in trying to fill the role for a second major global entity.
Probably got a little too ambitious in trying to fill the role for a second major global entity.
I was just wondering if you'd mind defining the region in color. It's understandable if you won't, because it's technically unorganized and generally anarchic.
The region would be at least the Barbary Coast, possibly extending further into the Sahara and then the Arabian Peninsula if you'd allow it.
The region would be at least the Barbary Coast, possibly extending further into the Sahara and then the Arabian Peninsula if you'd allow it.
Would it be OK if it were defined in another shade of yellow? or perhaps a different color? Saba doesn't legally have dominion over the entire territory, but the sphere of influence exists.
Also, how much would you be willing to allocate me? Looking at the map, the region would be fairly large, haha. Plenty of space for hundreds of nomadic tribes to scour, and enough for any wanderer to get lost in for a lifetime.
Also, how much would you be willing to allocate me? Looking at the map, the region would be fairly large, haha. Plenty of space for hundreds of nomadic tribes to scour, and enough for any wanderer to get lost in for a lifetime.
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