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CELTICEMPIRE
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August 23, 2073
Queen Mary I is crowned in WindhoekIt was a lovely day, it marks peace and and end to the succession crisis and mass protests and unrest. John Guztlaff died at the old age of 92 in his palace in Gobabis. He left the throne to his son, a spoiled, weak ruler, John II. His rule was so weak that it was clear to everyone that he had to go. A mob of peasants stormed the Palace and killed the new king. But as the peasant militia occupied the palace, the counterrevolutionary Monarchist Army was mobilizing under a new leader, queen Mary I. The commoners who overthrew the government had failed to spread the revolution any farther than the Capital. They bickered amongst each other as how it should be ruled. As always happens in Democracy. The city of Gobabis was in disorder and violence erupted in the streets, and as the Monarchist army came into the city, the people welcomed them. Adam Taye led the Democratic Revolutionary army against the invading soldiers and told his men to fight until the end. But as the people were tired of the conflict, Taye's men deserted, and he and 350 men waged a guerrilla war against the Monarchist army. They killed over two thousand soldiers while they hid, but eventually they were all killed.
The new queen moved the Capital to Windhoek after the destruction of large portions of Gobabis in the war. In her coronation speech she laid out clearly how the Omahekean Empire would be run. "The Omahekean Empire is not a Democracy, it never has and it never will be. Democracy leads to confusion, all the political bickering and such. In fact, Democracy is against the very idea of what it is to be an Omahekean. My father (John Guztlaff I) did many great things for our country, did he do it through Dmocracy, NO. The only way Democracy will come is when the last Omahekean dies defending his country".
Queen Mary is adding 2 armies and i navy to the Omahekean Empire's forces.
we are expanding the Empire even further into:
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Robert Can't
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Danilo Ilić was on a train. It was an old train, from the early 20th century as Sarajevo couldn't afford to make new trains; Sarajevo couldn't afford allot, especially with what they were sending him off to do.
He traveled now through Serbia, Sarajevan Serbia, the land was desolate and the citys in shambles. The terrain was rugged and bautiful but at the same time dark and saddening - this was truly a dead world we live in - thought Ilić, - a dead world without hope.-
He had a point, especially in the Balkans where the plague, famine and destruction had really taken its toll. There was nearly nothing left. Nothing but that spark, that spark of hope which burned so brightly in the hearts of all Serbs and Bosniaks. He had seen the people of this country, the people worn into the ground - but despite their poverty he saw in all he passed that glimmer, that inner flame, the will to fight. That was why he journeyed now-that will to fight - to fight for justice, to fight for freedom but most of all for these people, for every man and woman who lived on the other side of that big red line that was streaked across the map he held in front of him. He looked at it and decided to place a yellow cross to mark where he was.
When he looked again he felt afraid, he saw now how close he was to that big red line, how close he was to making history and yes, he, Danilo Ilić, would make history, just like his great uncle had all those years ago.
Meanwhile in Sarajevo Emir Vildić sat in the concert hall of Sarajevo listening to a chorus of Serbians accompanied by a selection of instruments. The group had just crossed the border from Byzantium. That border which so few got past. These men were dark looking - it was evident that they had endured much hardship - there were about 20 of them, rumor had it that they were part of a group of Serbian rebels living in Byzantine Serbia, that they had fought for their freedom for many years and that they only now had come out of hiding to try and bring Sarajevo round to support them.
The one singing solo was one of the younger ones, around 21 by the looks of it, his words spoke of fighting, of war and the fight for freedom. In the eyes of the lad Emir could see the flame; the flame that Emir called the Balkan flame. It was that twinkle in the eye, that sparkle of passion - the will to keep on fighting, no mater the odds or the cost. "How many of them can we make die?" The lyrics fitted - In fact the lyrics of the song fitted so well. That passion, the will to say such a thing when you know you wont survive. When facing death on all sides that phrase, it was a war cry, a symbol "How many of them can we make die".
It was at that moment that Emir Vildić - Minister of Public - knew that he had found the answer. He had found them a national anthem!
National Anthem: The March of Cambreadth (Naturally they sung it in Bosnian)
Edit: Any requests for the next IOTatW are welcome
Edit: Edit: Can't wait for the update... Sooooo Excited (Not sure why)
He traveled now through Serbia, Sarajevan Serbia, the land was desolate and the citys in shambles. The terrain was rugged and bautiful but at the same time dark and saddening - this was truly a dead world we live in - thought Ilić, - a dead world without hope.-
He had a point, especially in the Balkans where the plague, famine and destruction had really taken its toll. There was nearly nothing left. Nothing but that spark, that spark of hope which burned so brightly in the hearts of all Serbs and Bosniaks. He had seen the people of this country, the people worn into the ground - but despite their poverty he saw in all he passed that glimmer, that inner flame, the will to fight. That was why he journeyed now-that will to fight - to fight for justice, to fight for freedom but most of all for these people, for every man and woman who lived on the other side of that big red line that was streaked across the map he held in front of him. He looked at it and decided to place a yellow cross to mark where he was.
Spoiler :
When he looked again he felt afraid, he saw now how close he was to that big red line, how close he was to making history and yes, he, Danilo Ilić, would make history, just like his great uncle had all those years ago.
Meanwhile in Sarajevo Emir Vildić sat in the concert hall of Sarajevo listening to a chorus of Serbians accompanied by a selection of instruments. The group had just crossed the border from Byzantium. That border which so few got past. These men were dark looking - it was evident that they had endured much hardship - there were about 20 of them, rumor had it that they were part of a group of Serbian rebels living in Byzantine Serbia, that they had fought for their freedom for many years and that they only now had come out of hiding to try and bring Sarajevo round to support them.
The one singing solo was one of the younger ones, around 21 by the looks of it, his words spoke of fighting, of war and the fight for freedom. In the eyes of the lad Emir could see the flame; the flame that Emir called the Balkan flame. It was that twinkle in the eye, that sparkle of passion - the will to keep on fighting, no mater the odds or the cost. "How many of them can we make die?" The lyrics fitted - In fact the lyrics of the song fitted so well. That passion, the will to say such a thing when you know you wont survive. When facing death on all sides that phrase, it was a war cry, a symbol "How many of them can we make die".
It was at that moment that Emir Vildić - Minister of Public - knew that he had found the answer. He had found them a national anthem!
National Anthem: The March of Cambreadth (Naturally they sung it in Bosnian)
Edit: Any requests for the next IOTatW are welcome
Edit: Edit: Can't wait for the update... Sooooo Excited (Not sure why)
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The crowd roared. The Emperor of Chola waved to the crowd as he moved across the stage to the podium. It had been a secret where the Empire would expand next after the latest burst. Would it continue on it's course and turn the Bay of Bengal into a Cholan lake? Would it cross the oceans into Africa? The people were fanatical in their devotion to their country, waving flags, chanting, singing the national antherm. One woman was even holding her baby up, showing that it had been coated in blue like the flag.
Nirvas Nameen watched all this from a crowded cafe across the street. He could barely make out the shape of his cousin through the windows. Nirvas had been the Cholan ambassador to the UN during the Japanese crisis. He was still covering it, in case it flared up once more. He had chosen to remain quiet while the Japanese, Russian, and other ambassadors yelled at each other on the floor. True, Chola itself was an absolute monarchy, which could be construed as a dictatorship, linking it to the Japanese. But it still did not commit crimes against humanity, putting it on the side of the Comintern.
He put his face into his hands as he thought of the Comintern. Where would the Empire side on this debate? It was not Communist, yet it most definitely did not support the imperialistic Russians. It would require deft and nimble hands to get Chola out of this without a revolution or a war.
A shout went up in the crowd. Nirvas looked up just in time to see his cousin fall to the ground. People rushed to the Emperor's side, though whether they were his bodyguards or doctors, Nirvas could not tell. He stood up and saw one man standing above the crowd, holding a gun. In an instant, he was swallowed by the mob. Nirvas, with his mouth shouting but not not making a noise, ran towards the stage.
The next day
Why was he here? The Imperial Palace, let alone the famous "secret" Conference Room where the Emperor dictated national policy. Nirvas looked around. Generals, admirals, governors, advisors. Those were his companions in this room. What did the ambassador to the UN have to do with this lot? He had been contacted anonymously, saying that this meeting was of national importance. And whatever it was, he was going to look like a fool compared to these leaders.
A secretary entered the room. Nirvas recognized her, though faintly. His cousin had been consorting with this woman for a while, or at least since he had become Emperor. He snapped back to the present when she laid down a manila folder on the table."The Emperor wished that, in case of his death, this would be presented to his most trusted companions." She spoke flatly, but gave the smallest of quivers upon mentioning the death. Slowly, she opened the folder. She read out loud,
"This message is, presumably, being exposed because I," she quivered again, then cleared her throat and continued, "am dead. Alas, I have no offspring to which I could pass the title of Emperor to. My lover," again, the secretary paused. She looked around the room and saw, to her visible surprise, that few were surprised themselves. Again, she started reading. "is, it seems, incapable of bearing child. Perhaps in the future I would have taken some harlot off the streets and produced a child with her who could inherit the crown. But, in this circumstance, I know there is only one man to whom I would entrust the Empire I have worked so hard to build up. My cousin, Nirvas Nameen, wear the crown, and hold the throne well, for I grant you the title of Emperor of Chola."
While Nirvas sat stock still in shock, the rest of the people in the room immediately stood up, then kneeled down to the floor and bowed. A chant went through the room. "All hail, Emperor Nameen. May his reign last for a hundred years, and may his legacy live on for ten thousand more!"
Nirvas Nameen watched all this from a crowded cafe across the street. He could barely make out the shape of his cousin through the windows. Nirvas had been the Cholan ambassador to the UN during the Japanese crisis. He was still covering it, in case it flared up once more. He had chosen to remain quiet while the Japanese, Russian, and other ambassadors yelled at each other on the floor. True, Chola itself was an absolute monarchy, which could be construed as a dictatorship, linking it to the Japanese. But it still did not commit crimes against humanity, putting it on the side of the Comintern.
He put his face into his hands as he thought of the Comintern. Where would the Empire side on this debate? It was not Communist, yet it most definitely did not support the imperialistic Russians. It would require deft and nimble hands to get Chola out of this without a revolution or a war.
A shout went up in the crowd. Nirvas looked up just in time to see his cousin fall to the ground. People rushed to the Emperor's side, though whether they were his bodyguards or doctors, Nirvas could not tell. He stood up and saw one man standing above the crowd, holding a gun. In an instant, he was swallowed by the mob. Nirvas, with his mouth shouting but not not making a noise, ran towards the stage.
The next day
Why was he here? The Imperial Palace, let alone the famous "secret" Conference Room where the Emperor dictated national policy. Nirvas looked around. Generals, admirals, governors, advisors. Those were his companions in this room. What did the ambassador to the UN have to do with this lot? He had been contacted anonymously, saying that this meeting was of national importance. And whatever it was, he was going to look like a fool compared to these leaders.
A secretary entered the room. Nirvas recognized her, though faintly. His cousin had been consorting with this woman for a while, or at least since he had become Emperor. He snapped back to the present when she laid down a manila folder on the table."The Emperor wished that, in case of his death, this would be presented to his most trusted companions." She spoke flatly, but gave the smallest of quivers upon mentioning the death. Slowly, she opened the folder. She read out loud,
"This message is, presumably, being exposed because I," she quivered again, then cleared her throat and continued, "am dead. Alas, I have no offspring to which I could pass the title of Emperor to. My lover," again, the secretary paused. She looked around the room and saw, to her visible surprise, that few were surprised themselves. Again, she started reading. "is, it seems, incapable of bearing child. Perhaps in the future I would have taken some harlot off the streets and produced a child with her who could inherit the crown. But, in this circumstance, I know there is only one man to whom I would entrust the Empire I have worked so hard to build up. My cousin, Nirvas Nameen, wear the crown, and hold the throne well, for I grant you the title of Emperor of Chola."
While Nirvas sat stock still in shock, the rest of the people in the room immediately stood up, then kneeled down to the floor and bowed. A chant went through the room. "All hail, Emperor Nameen. May his reign last for a hundred years, and may his legacy live on for ten thousand more!"
Mosher
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>See 8 unread pages
>Screw that
Anyone give me a brief recap?
>See 8 unread pages
>Screw that
Anyone give me a brief recap?
GhostWriter16
Deity
Japan switched its government like five times and are now hated by everyone.
Linkman226
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Christos, aka Japan, went batshit insane. The Comintern formed, with Sarajevo and the Kipchak horde. In response Japan becomes Fascist and starts killing Japanese commies. Russia temporarily allies with Japan before it realizes how batshit crazy it is to side with a Fascist murderer. UN nearly imposes sanctions on Japan; Japan threatens war. Then out of the blue Japan apparently stops killing people and somehow the number of communists went up. Christos's reputation is ruined.
Comintern offering membership to red countries and associate status to friendly, pro democratic countries.
Also I recommend reading those pages just for the lulz. Honestly, the Japan Debacle was frigging hilarious.
Comintern offering membership to red countries and associate status to friendly, pro democratic countries.
Also I recommend reading those pages just for the lulz. Honestly, the Japan Debacle was frigging hilarious.
GhostWriter16
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Would we get associate membership then, being Federal Republic, even though not socialist?
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Not quite, I forgot to mention this from the Comintern protocol:
To apply for Associate membership a nation must have at least a majority of left sympathies. However associate membership binds a Nation only to Measures enacted not to Protocol thus Associate nations do not benefit from the protection of the Mutual defense protocol or from the free borders but they do have a vote to decide measures.
To apply for Associate membership a nation must have at least a majority of left sympathies. However associate membership binds a Nation only to Measures enacted not to Protocol thus Associate nations do not benefit from the protection of the Mutual defense protocol or from the free borders but they do have a vote to decide measures.
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Also, President Batu Ahmad sends his regards to Emperor Nameen
GhostWriter16
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Fair enough.
We are also aware that Linkman is implying aggression against the FRR through PMs. We wish to make clear that such a thing would lead only to your destruction.
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That was not in seriousness. Send me a map you feel is better to your interests.
NedimNapoleon
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Tonight
christos200
Never tell me the odds
The communist republic of japan wants to join The Comintern.
Robert Can't
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The Comintern is worried about the political stability of Japan at this point. Although we will take your proposal into consideration some show of solidarity on your part would have to be made. Especially in relation to government since the communists have always been a minority in the Japanese senate and we are worried that their position could be compromised.
christos200
Never tell me the odds
Since the death of christos, the communist party has 49% on the senate.
Robert Can't
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An illustration of Japan-Comintern Relationships
Featuring: Japan and Sarajevo
Featuring: Japan and Sarajevo
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