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Oh crap we're transitioning soon

6x24h

Yep!

All part of my master plan to coup the region and turn it into the Drunken Republic of Vibonia

Very impressive

Let's continuting growing!

#United!

[spoiler=Vibonia Fantasy RP

The Tale of Kings

Part 2 - Allies and Enemies]

The stars are high, it is already the middle of the night. Beyenord stands wrapped in thick layers of fur on the highest tower of the castle "Northern Lights". Above him the stars are shimmering, the universe is close to him and the gods are looking down. "Are you still up there?" a female voice sounds behind him. It is Leandra, the daughter of Lord Beringten of Hohenstetten, the daughter who welcomed him so warmly a few months ago. "Do you miss your family? Your home?" she asks timidly, coming to stand beside him. Beyenord looks to the ground and nods slowly. "I miss the past, but my family is here now." He looks at her with a warm gaze. "And the homeland ... yes, I miss it. The high city walls of Southstett, the gentle waves of the sea behind us, and the vast plains before us, broken only by villages, rivers, and smaller hills." He is silent, and Leandra does not speak a word either. The past is still too close behind him. He had grown up in the south of the continent as the son of the Duke of Southstett, he was trained, steeled in battle, and was happy to travel the continent for months to learn about the world. But when he returned by ship to the south, the duchy was down, oppressed by the confederation of free imperial cities. He had to flee, turned his back on his homeland and went on a years-long odyssey across the continent. He visited the vast plains of the west, the rivers of the south, the rich mountains of Loewenstein, the dense forests of the east with their knightly cultures, and is now in the far northeast. An autonomous territory, always ignored by the Great Kings. Split by dozens of smaller houses, noble families and empires, remnants of the old Highkings of the north. Sandwiched between the mighty warrior orders of the north for barbarian protection and the dense forests of the knight-kings of the east. But that time is long gone, and now comes the future.

A bird chirped, and the sun was shining into the room. Crystal clear air made Victard wake up immediately, his head buzzing only slightly. Last night had been a long celebration after the announcement of Beyenord and Leandra's engagement. This also meant something more important, a new alliance, a marriage alliance even. This would be the opportunity to return to the old home and conquer it, away from the uncomfortably high mountains and the frosty cold. Victard looks dreamily to the ground again. He misses home, his position as a comrade-in-arms and later as bodyguard to Beyenord, his long childhood friend. He gets out of bed and quickly puts on his fur coat. With quick steps, he leaves the room and heads down toward the south staircase. He has to wake up Beyenord, because there are important diplomatic steps to be taken today.

"No, no, no," resounds through the castle. Victard stands leaning against a pillar, watching the spectacle intently. Beyenord stands defensively in the center of the room, a man in full plate armor, a rare sighting in the far north, roars at the top of his lungs. "My lord," he turns to the man on the throne in the center of the room. "Lord Beringten, we cannot let this happen. This stranger..." he points accusingly at Beyenord "is an exile from the south. His duchy has fallen under the heavy boots of the southern cities, one of the great powers! We must not support him, otherwise, we too will come under the focus of the Great Powers!" "You already are," Beyenord speaks defensively. "The Lion Kings from the Mountains of the East have been lusting after your mineral resources for centuries! My loss is your gain! If you support me and win back the territory, then you show the continent that you are strong! And if that happens, you will get the support of the West and the East, who have a reason to go to war against your new competitor. I will negotiate it with my own lips!" Beyenord turns directly to the man in plate armour "The Greatking's Right was violated and it could not be worse. Your lady's fiancé, exiled, has taken a great loss and lost his honour. These are your values ... or are you just a miserable coward?". Silence descends on the room, the man in plate armour tears his eyes open indignantly and reaches for his sword. But immediately Victard is on the spot and ends the short fight with a powerful sword blow that shatter the enemy's attack. "Stop at once!!!" booms from Lord Beringten, who stands erect with flashing eyes. "I have decided, and may the gods hear the verdict. We go to war!"[/spoiler]

Ooh, 11 WA nations.

Anzon, reminder to endorse our delegate Maurnindaia!

Saturn Military Administration is ranked 4,802nd in the world and 1st in Vibonia for Highest Crime Rates, with 22.78 crimes per hour.

Do not ping me, I am always up to date on WA stuff

Tree

I don't think that that's an insanely good idea, but, ultimately, if it was up to me, we would be reaching 50 or so endorsements when converting to a frontier, so I may not be the best one to say when we should :p

Back in the WA :D

Dead Meadowfields

Well, as the head of the SC, would make sense for me to stay.

:p

It's particularly beautiful to see the flag wave!

Great, congrats to us!

Awww, I got supressed

nerd

Raiders!

:o

OH TEH NOES!!!1!!111!!

Anyways

*-cocks ejection gun-*

no

gaming

Morning

discord stage waiting music

what a banger

murder

Always been like that.

Well, second FA minister gone this term, and it's technically only been 17 days.

It's perfectly fine, given all you have on your plate in TNP.

ok nerd

i dream of family guy

No.

[spoiler=The Golden Staff | Part II: The Return]The lone ranger hastily galloped down the stone bridge that connected Thelerion and the outskirts of Effíriëtavar, wasting no time in approaching the walled capital.

"Halt! What business do you have, coming here at the middle of the night?" One of the guards patrolling the city walls yelled.

"I am Iltharion, one of the rangers stationed in Effíriëtavar. I have urgent tidings to bring towards the King, regarding an event that has occurred in my area," the ranger answered, annoyed by the useless encumbrance he had been presented with, given that he wore a clear Ranger badge on his habiliments that could easily be seen at the darkest of times.

"Proceed, please, sir," the guard said, marvelling at the sight of the legendary ranger. He was known for leading the effort to drive the humans and dwarves towards the mountain range at the outskirts of Bethelras during the violent ethnic war that had occurred a century ago.

The large, rococo gates that protected the opulent Elven capital slowly opened to reveal the large city filled with marble buildings and beautifully carved streets. Iltharion quickly sped through the dark street and found himself in front of the marvellous castle that was home to the King Bemelrún, who had ruled Bethelras with his gentle fist ever since the end of the war between elves, humans, and dwarves.

The guards in front of the castle, who had spotted his badge, speedily opened the gate and let him proceed. Iltharion lept off his horse and went into the great hall of the castle, where in front the King sat on a golden, richly decorated throne. The King rarely slept at night, due to his growing paranoia of being assassinated when asleep. There were still many elves who disagreed with his unwillingness to exterminate all of the humans and dwarves in Bethelras, some attacking him at royal functions.

"Welcome, Iltharion. What brings you at this late time?" he asked, fully awake, as a few servants set down a platter full of crystallized fruits and chocolates, along with a goblet of shimmering mead.

Pushing away the refreshments, the ranger explained.

"As you might now, the daughter of Lord Thelros and the son of Lord Rostanel, Aranel and Awarthedir, fled into Effíriëtavar years ago, establishing Ostirion deep inside the forest. I was assigned to patrol that area, and I witnessed a most peculiar and possibly dangerous event that occurred just yesterday,"

"I was at my regular perch when I spotted most of the habitants of Ostirion engaging in some sort of ritual—not the light ones we practice here, of course; the dark, occult ones that led to the two destroying our marketplace. They were chanting from what appears to be the Book of Anthel, which was used by the Dark Elves in the First Great War against the Dragons and Goblins but purpoted lost after the burning of their fortress, Hilthor. They were cloaked in dark black, reminiscent of the Dark Elves as well, and had a cauldron of boiling water in the center, apparently infused with onalor, telyon, and some other strange herbs."

"Suddenly, they had stopped in the middle of a sentence, as a ring of fire slowly opened above the cauldron. A dark, grotesque figure equipped with a strong mace stepped out of the ring and submerged himself into the cauldron. He rose up and said something unintelligble, while crafting an enchanting sort of wave between his hands. He thrust his hands down, and in an instant a large portion of the trees around the clearing where Ostirion was situated shook violently and fell. The cloaked habitants of Ostirion lay motionless on the clearing, as he used some unspeakable power to disappear, facing towards where the mountains on the outskirts of Bethelras lie."

"I sped down from my perch as soon as he was gone, trying to search for any survivors. Inside the collapsed central palace, I found the lifeless body of a young child, probably the progeny of Awarthedir and Aranel, crushed by the walls of the building. It was then that I hastily made my way here."

"Does the dark figure remind you of any certain person? A former dark elf, perhaps?" Iltharion questioned.

"Far worse," the King said.

"I believe it may be Sauron."[/spoiler]

Long live Vibonia!

Frontier time!

Very excited

WA members, there are two new resolutions at vote in the World Assembly! Our regional stance is FOR on both of them; Standards For International Freight and Condemn Allanea. Additionally, remember to endorse our delegate Maurnindaia, Vice President Neptunian, and Security Councilors Neu-West-Montenegro Auf Sardinien and The Vibing Platypus. Also remember to exchange endorsements with the other WA members of our region!

[spoiler=Pings]Maurnindaia, Neu-West-Montenegro Auf Sardinien, Saturn Military Administration, The Vibing Platypus, Gustavia Indaia, Astroika, Anzon, Tsunodi, Wenceslavia, Duthe Mojoe[/spoiler]

[Spoiler=Vibonia Modern RP - The Platypus Republic - Beginnings and an Issue]

Log Created 26th of April 2011 18:24 by ███████████████ ████████(by 28th April 2011 this name has been redacted for personal safety)

Log Titled: Beginnings of the Republic's Neutrality and a Current Issue

The year is 1984, the civil war between the three islands of the Platypus Republic had been going on for 7 years, the mass amounts of human loss was finally taking it's toll, the islands had finally hit a standstill, not having enough weaponry nor citizens to continue the pointless war they were having over the former Monarchy ruled Empire attempting to change into a Democratic Nation, two of the islands heavily disagreed on what should happen to the nation, the third island had residents who hadn't wanted to join the war, but due to advances by both islands they had to heavily fortify the island so that nobody could enter or leave without proper entry through a gate, it was relatively peaceful there, but now I'm getting off topic. The Platypus islands had hit a standstill and nobody made a move due to the permanent risks that could eventually befall them by wasting any more "soldiers", who were really just citizens armed with guns and sloppily trained.

The third island thought this standstill was a perfect opportunity to restore the nation to peace, and sent an emissary to each of the leaders of the 2 groups with a proposed treaty, it had explained to both sides that the democracy wasn't going to be a horrible mistake, one immediately agreed, while the other had taken a year to think about it, throughout that year, multiple other emissaries were sent to explain what would happen and the other leader finally agreed, and the war had ended, around 2 months later, demolition of destroyed buildings had begun, and construction of new ones in their place had soon followed, the people decided to have a single representative to announce what laws the people decided on, the young but first "president" of the Platypus Republic had been elected, his name was Tachyglossus and the first thing he did as the representative of the people was address a neutrality act, asking the people what they thought about it, no more war, just a neutral nation who would help any in need of assistance. Through his persuasion the act was passed.

Around one year later, on the 26th of April in 1986, the nation had no military, only a defense force of around 10000 and a small naval force that constantly surveyed the surrounding waters of the nation, there was peace, no nation attacked the Platypus Republic and the Platypus Republic didn't attack anyone. All of that was until the start of the 2000s, on February 23rd 2000 a member of the navy had reported that there seemed to be a small crack that formed in the air, and it seemed to be a vacuum of some sort as it was sucking in leaves and birds who flew too close, the current representative, President Ornithorhynchus anatinus II, suggested that scientists were to study it, and they did, to no avail, however. The crack was not scientifically explainable, but what they did find out, was that there was an equally small crack in the ocean, doing the exact same thing as the one in the sky. many people had conspiracies, most saying it was the end of the world, but no other nation nearby had this occurrence, not the Not Milk Empire, nor the nearby Monarchist nation of Nuclearia. But no matter what the nation did, the cracks started slowly growing, and kept growing until they had fully formed into holes in 2007, by then the nation had only 2 islands, one was lost the year before, suspected to be due to the growing cracks, But at that point the ocean that once sat below the Platypus Republic had disappeared, and it seemed the last 2 islands were next to follow, and they were right, by 2009 all 3 islands were wiped off the face of the earth, the only proof that they existed were through books, but I wouldn't be writing this if that was the end, we are currently in an unknown location reunited with the first island. All electricity works, but the nearby landscapes are completely different, and we can't contact the nations we formerly knew, the channels only come up with static, and the internet shows no sign of them existing, only the books and recorded data we have proves they ever existed. the new internet speaks of different nations, ones we have never heard of. It has been 2 years since we arrived here, well, according to our clocks it has been two years, we haven't started another space program to study this planet's rotation around it's star due to costs and our scientists are too busy studying the landscape to do anything useful, so at the moment we can't currently track time "accurately". Our representative has surprisingly kept everyone calm after this incident, so at least we have some time to adjust them to this new place. I will personally attempt contacting other nations in the future.

███████████████ ████████, signing off.

[/spoiler]

this is my very first rp post ever made, so advice would be super appreciated!

Keeping the RMB active!

Funia doing what Funia does best!

So, how are I doing today?

I am good!

:D

I know.

That's why I said that.

:(

Well I don't like you anymore!

:(

hmph

Funia talking to himself?!?!?

Funia be talking to the mirror🤣

funia going crazy mode for real

Same, exactly! So, how're I doing today, Urbino?

It's a rare occasion!

Capture it on camera!

:0

Yes

Hmm, we need to keep the RMB really active.

:vibonia:

oooh foreign poll voters

we should just use the :____: of emojis on the discord randomly on the rmb

it'd be the funny

i much perfer the "Welcome to Vibonia!" over the "Welcome to Vibonia!"

:smiar:

looks like the wfe text ate 10 pounds of burger king fries and gained some weight

bolding = burger king