NES2 VI - Last Semblance of Order.

Insane_Panda said:
And I still have plenty of ships to move, Mr. Talks-to-much. Plenty of Ships. :p
Would you really want a jihad on your hands now, because I could give it to you :scan:
 
From: Denmark-Norway
To: France


Friends, we fear you misunderstand us. We are not imposing taxes on you while letting Russia go free. We are imposing it on all strategic shipments to and from Sweden.
The benefit we are offering Russia due to our alliance is that we will not inspect their ships. This is because of their many ports in the Baltic. There is a lot of Russian shipping in the area whereas much more limited French shipping.
However, in order to not differ between you we are willing to allow French vessels to also sail through our waters without inspection. All we ask in return is that you respect our wishes by not exporting war material to Sweden.

We do apologize for this misunderstanding. It was not our intention.

OOC: I'll come and have a look at everything after I finish work :)
 
Disenfrancised said:
Moros hasn't posted in a while so Brunswick might be free...

no, i think he is still around..... IceEye... please dont take that nation... pelase...please...
 
To Pope of Rome:
From GrandChancellor of Krakow:


Let these be the new borders, and we will support you in talks for the Spanish to cede some italian Territory.
 

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To King of Spain:
From Grand Chancellor of Krakow:


These problems that you have, at least partly, can be resolved by Letting Rome gain control of the naples southern area. This place hold absolutely no economic importance to you. And you know that the Pope has been and will always be an ally. When nations are too overstretched, they must come together and give up that from which no gain is achieved.

Krakow will always be a friend of Spain, Viva Espana!
 
Capulet notices that the Union of Krakow now faintly resembles a fetus.
 
of course im still in
 
Russia accepts the alliance with Serbia, Bulgaria, and Romania.
 
The wind blew heavily. The assembly of chief stood around. The canoe lay in the river ready to be carried off to the afterlife.

Mpande stood there looking into the cold face of his father. They had taken his dignity away. Ruined his life.

The priest came up to the body of the former emperor and cut open to let out the spirits, a zulu tradition, to allow the spirits to escape. Many people came and cried. They held torches.

Qwabe still bore the crown and the ivory spear. The men were all gathered around. Leaving there last goodbyes.

The head of the council came up to the emperor. He slowly lifted the crown off Qwabe's head. He then took it and placed it on Mpande's head. He said the prayer and then cried out to the people see your new Emperor of the Zulu.

The priest took the ivory spear and offered it to Mpande, who held it in his hands. The body was then sent down the river never to return.

Mpande saddled his horse and looked out into the crowd. He saw fear and sadness amongst them. They needed a leader. He began to speak.


"Great people of Africa, I know what you fear this day. I see the terror of what the future will bring. Those of you who think this is the end are mistaken. No, this is not the end, nor is it the beggining of the end. It is merely the end of the begging.

We did not come this far and fight so hard to give up now. Will you let the death of Qwabe go unpunished. Will you not stand and fight. Remember the words Qwabe told us. The words that we are all one, and together, no power can stop us.

Now the spirits of Qwabe walk the earth. He is in everyone of us. He gives us strength, not to give up. He gives us the power to unite. He died defending Africa. He never gave in to the Portuguese, he fought to the death. And now we must carry on this rebellion, we must carry on his legacy, we must carry on Africa. We can not let these acts of the Portuguese to go unchecked and unpunished. They have murdered a Emperor. Will you all fight on. I will fight on I will lead you forward. I will not just point in the direction, I will head forward beside you.

Qwabe himself now stands in the hearts of every African. He is there when you look down the barrel of your gun or race into battle, or when you sleep, or when you eat. He never left us. And by dieing he is always with us. He will always fight with us. Do not forget what he died for. Remember Qwabe as the undieng God, the Provider, and the unfading Light. We will always remember him. I tell you all fight and stand men of Africa. Do not submit to Portuguese rule. Fight, fight, fight. It is bettter to die for the Emperor then live for yourself. Death before dishonour."

The people cheered. There was renewed hope. They believed once more. Mpande and his men rode off. Everyone grabbed their equipment and ran off, there would be little sleep tonight. The sleeping Portuguese would have a rude awaikening surprise.
 
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