Flooby Badoop

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I believe everyone's actually posted, so I think we're ready for February. Unless you want us to respond to the mid-way update.

Nice Serranthia map, by the way.

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Where do you lot find all of your flags? They're incredible!

@Brink_

I made mine in Adobe Illustrator, but it shouldn't be too hard to use one's google-fu to steal a flag from the internets, if you were so inclined.

And ah, the update's here! I can imagine the papers of February reporting on the situation in Murelia, and of the embarassments the Nehalenians are having with the New World barbarian women.

I was actually expecting the Jarelians to be swiftly squashed, but it seems they had just enough support to stand a chance.

A fine poast, Theo, fine post.

EDIT: Just read Angevad's post. Clever gift!

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It still bugs me how Colonial Kunenia is misspelled.

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Nehelania makes big talk while planning to just pussy out if it doesn't work. What unsurprising behaviour on their part. . .

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A possible war between Amazonia and my enemy Nehelenia? Do the Amazonians need any guns and artillery to fight the tyrants?

@Boop_Im_A_Dragon

If Nehelania doesn't declare war, she risks looking absurd for losing to a bunch of barbarians with sticks, not to mention reneging on their ultimatum. If they value their dignity at all, they'll go to war.

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I am surprised to see Sanguine take Glavidianism as their faith!

@Chairman Stein

This was not my intention. I'd just assumed Saint was the stand in for God here. But, eh, fuck it, lets be Gladvian.

Give me some sutras, brother!

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The Sanguine Empire

January, 1836

Those peasants from the villages outside Bittle huddled in their houses, trying to keep fires going against the cold. Winter was roughest around here, where the tundra made farming difficult. The harvest was adequate, but many worried if it would last through spring. Hunger was always a concern. And yet, the mood wasn't sour in any home. Families brought out their best food, slaughtered their biggest animals, and gathered round with their families, or in the village tavern, to eat a warm, shared meal.

This day was the 17th of January, the Day of Faith. A day to remember the Saint in all his glory, and to practice His teachings of love, kindness, generosity, and goodwill towards others. While the poor had little to give but cheer, the Imperial Palace was alight.

Nobles from around the region had been invited for a grand ball, within the capitol's grand palace. Townsfolk watched the parade of nobility from their windows, in awe of their wealth, as they went about their own celebrations.

The young and the old all came in resplendent carriages throughout the morning and afternoon, being escorted to one of the spacious rooms within the palace. At night, the ballroom was filled with the cream of Sanguine society, decked in gowns of the finest cloths. Wrinkled elders and pudgy matrons danced onto the floor like children, while the young played games of nervous eroticism in subtle flirtations and signals within dances.

Before the festivities were to begin in earnest, Damian Amoury made his way into the ballroom, his presence announced by the trumpets of several guardsmen, a sound that echoed throughout the hall. Conversations halted, and everyone adopted a slight bow.

A decade ago, no-one thought Damian would inherit. He had two older brothers, strong, capable, charismatic, and adventurous. But it was those same qualities that got them killed.

The late emperor, Balthazar, was an absolutely intimidating man, standing at six foot six, and weighing two hundred pounds, mostly of muscle. He was cold, calculating, and never idle. He carried himself like a bear, shaking the ground with each footstep, and booming curt orders in a voice like low thunder.

But if Balthazar was a bear, then Damian was a wolf. The young man carried himself with a sort of effeminate swagger, shoulders and hips swaying slightly as he walked, eyeing everyone with a leery, hungry gaze. He dressed in the finest clothes, and groomed himself very well. His pale skin was smooth and clear, and his deep black hair was set perfectly.

He descended the steps, and paused for a moment, turning from side to side of the crowd in silence, as if appraising them.

At last, he spoke,

"Thank you all for coming. . ."

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A Letter on the Jarelian Crisis

Sovereigns of the old world,

Nationhood and the divine power of soverigns are not ideas to be taken lightly. Those appointed by divine right to rule a land have been given a burden equal to any power gained: the burden of responsibility for a whole peoples. And there is no greater burden on this earth than being tasked with the well-being and prosperity of a nation.

Yet there are many who do not understand the great effort that goes into the preserving and keeping a nation. They believe that a shared culture and language are all that are needed. It never occurs to them that effective governance, economic sustainability, effective foreign diplomacy and, beyond all else, the mandate of the divine, are necessary to the health of a nation.

Culture is but one aspect of nationhood. It is far and away not the only one, and it is arrogant to presume on its basis alone the need to rend a nation asunder, to defy what has for centuries kept nations united and prosperous, and bring on chaos and violence.

We urge the sovereigns of the Old World to oppose the movement of the Jarelians, in the name of peace, prosperity, and the divine right of sovereigns to rule.

- From the desk of his Imperial Majesty,

Emperor Damian Gregory Amoury

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Nation Name: The Sanguine Empire

Brief Nation History: The disparate states of the northeast were known to be a backwards land, where the quality of life had progressed little since the renaissance. Petty states were locked in constant wars for centuries before the powerful Amoury family united them under their banner. Now, for the last several decades, the nation has known nothing but tyranny under them.

Being a relatively new nation, forged by conquest and blood, it has little other than the strength of the Amoury family and its relationship to the land's various nobles to hold it together. The numerous different peoples and ethnicities do not get along well, and the military must keep an ever watchful eye on its people. Most of the uprisings come from the south, where clashes of religion mix with problems present across the land.

The only modestly developed part of the nation is the seat of Amoury power and capitol of the nation: the city of Bittle. It is a rather idyllic-looking, small city, with beautiful architecture, with the resplendent imperial palace towering over the smaller buildings.

Emperor Damian Amoury has recently inherited the throne from his father. For now, it's not clear what kind of ruler he will be, as he has been shielded from court by a plethora of advisors, who hastily prepare him for the challenges of rule before letting him make any decisions himself, a situation Damian is very annoyed with, and the nobility are quite anxious about. He is but eighteen years old, and has yet to find a suitable woman of standing to marry. He has a younger sister, Roxana, who is fourteen years old. She is known for a flighty, spoilt brat. The two siblings do not get along.

Government: Feudal Monarchy - The Emperor draws fealty from his vassal nobles, who rule the land in his stead in exchange for being able to collect part of the lands incomes.

Landmass: [ That large gap of land in the far east, with all those woods, north of Kapitas. Not the straightest lines, but you get the gist. I have everything not already taken in the east, except that clearly uninhabitable stretch of desert, which is the presumed reason for neither the Sultanate nor Caliphate having it. If it is habitable, I'm definitely going to take it. ]

Land Claim

Points:

-- Population: 112,000,000 (12 points)
-- Martial Prowess: (3 Points)
-- Cultural Unity: (0 Points)
-- Navy: (0 Points)
-- Colonies: (0 Points)

Foreign Relations:

(( If a nation is not listed here, their relationship with the Sanguine Empire is neutral. ))

Allied

* The Kingdom of Sinesia

Friendly

Unfriendly

* The Kingdom of Nehelenia

Enemy

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Feel free to make up whatever helps you.

@Theodorable

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I was going to fix this, but since you like it better, I won't.

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Putting points into a category (like Martial Prowess), generates a modifier for a randomized roll. That means theoretically a nation that put 1 point into Martial Prowess could, 1 out of 100 times have a better military than one that put 10 into it. Kalpia and Angevad both put 11 (or around that much), Angevad's modifier just came out a bit better.

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This will be fixed.

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While this is right, reactionary and revolutionary's are one in the same for simplicity's sake.

@Theodorable

Groovy, this satisfies me. Oh, two more things:

You list the signature of the letter in your IC post has Heinrich, but then go on to name him Hans in the letter's description. Don't know if you've already fixed this.

Could you elaborate on my enemy status with Nehalia, or would it better for me to describe it? It seems we have little reason to dislike each other, being on opposite sides of the continent, and having no conflicting interests.

EDIT: Tommy, I wouldn't mind taking up your cross, so to speak. In your IC, you made several spelling mistakes, and listed the date as January 1936.