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Founder: The Dacician Protectorate of Seisan

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Most Nations: 581st Most Advanced Public Transport: 1,729th Most Corrupt Governments: 1,805th+4
Largest Black Market: 1,856th Most Advanced Defense Forces: 1,938th Greatest Rich-Poor Divides: 2,016th Lowest Crime Rates: 2,335th
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Tsumonrin, land of legends, full of diverse peoples and a plethora of species. Here is the place where legends are born, and here is the place where legends die. Often at the same time.

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Featured region 29 October 2015
Featured region (again) 11 September 2019


Embassies: The Glorious Nations of Iwaku, Eientei Gensokyo, Alstroemeria, Hollow Point, The Embassy, The Bar on the corner of every region, Yarnia, Aeterna Publicae, Queens Coming Into Our Own, The Nation of Nations and Friends, Avadam Inn, Laotis, Kylden, United Republic of Sovereign States, The Great Wonderland, International Debating Area, and 19 others.Gypsy Lands, Novo Brasil, Happy Utopia, Coin Collecting Club, Non Aligned Movement, Lardyland, The Galactic Empire of Britain, Chicken overlords, Pravda, 00000 Land of Nod, Arconian Empire, Fredonia, Diamond City, Telegram Pals, The Astral Union, Regionless, Zero Zero Zero Zero, Turkic Union, and Oneid.

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Tsumonrin contains 28 nations, the 581st most in the world.

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As a region, Tsumonrin is ranked 5,229th in the world for Most Developed.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Psychotic peoples of The Khaos EmpierCorrupt Dictatorship“We shall rise beyond the rest and set the skies ablaze!”
2.The Dacician Protectorate of SeisanInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Saze no kokon rin”
3.The Imperial States of DaciciaLeft-Leaning College State“e pluribus unum”
4.The Szczęśliwa Księżniczka of Khaos InvadersCorrupt Dictatorship“We shall rise beyond the rest and set the skies ablaze!”
5.The Venurian Free Kingdom of YaebanLeft-Leaning College State“A new era dawns”
6.The Khanate of ArvugFather Knows Best State“Our great fleets are the flail of god against your sins”
7.The Assemblages of Free Planets of Venurian SpaceInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Chu aela qos lyrraq”
8.The Republic of HurtgenwaldDemocratic Socialists“Speed and Power”
9.The Duchy of The CorelandsLeft-Leaning College State“Three peoples, one nation”
10.The Dominion of New Aaronian EmpireMother Knows Best State“For Empress Danna”
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Egoia wrote:She thinks, "If nothing else death is always egalitarian." she smiles, "that's an old Staalkastel saying from before the revolution, rings true around the world. King, pauper and peasant all die in the end."

"Well that will be all on that front, feel free to continue exploring the city; though I'd suggest steering clear of any patrols. Army or police. I have to hand this in if you'll excuse me." he said wrapping things up.

Wielbelkia wrote:"Well that will be all on that front, feel free to continue exploring the city; though I'd suggest steering clear of any patrols. Army or police. I have to hand this in if you'll excuse me." he said wrapping things up.

“Of course” she bows and makes her way back to her procession as they spent the night in the outskirts of the city.

Egoia wrote:Morality is a lie. Truth doesn't exist. Nothing is real and all things are permitted.

( 😜)

(Later)
"So suffice to say it wasn't very productive comrade. I believe Irithylle would be better long term allies in any potential revolution." Apfelbaum reported. The Congressman he was reporting to hummed to himself as he looked over the notes. "Unfortunate, I'll share this with the rest of the Central Committee in our next meeting. In the mean time, continue keeping an eye on things in the Foreign Ministry."

Wielbelkia wrote:(Later)
"So suffice to say it wasn't very productive comrade. I believe Irithylle would be better long term allies in any potential revolution." Apfelbaum reported. The Congressman he was reporting to hummed to himself as he looked over the notes. "Unfortunate, I'll share this with the rest of the Central Committee in our next meeting. In the mean time, continue keeping an eye on things in the Foreign Ministry."

Arvug wrote:( 😜)

(Why are we still here? Just to suffer?)

Egoia wrote:Staalgrad Outskirts, A workshop
The workshop would smell of oil, sweat, and coffee. A chalkboard covered in drawings and equations would be on a wall with a sleeping man with short hair and in a labcoat with glasses and a bottle of rum in hand.

A woman in a tank top with pink short hair would come in with a cup of coffee with a man in Military fatigues and kick the sleeping man in the shins. “wh- where? Oh.” He looks up, “Was up?”

The woman hands him a coffee, “Doctor Night, this is Sergei Staalinov, a member of the free militias, he wants to see how our research has come along.

He looks up at the man sipping his coffee and rubbing his eyes, “Oh so you’re the fellow I was told to expect... well follow me I guess...” he gets up and adjusts his glasses as he turns to the chalkboard, “In essence we’ve been working on a design on a plane that could be capable of international flight. The other nations use primarily blimps and airships for this task but we think that planes could be a much more effective method as they’re faster, more agile and are more cheaply made. This also would make international trade and diplomacy easier for agents. In essence the engines we have been using are incapable for such long flight. So what we’ve been working on is an engine capable of more lift that is more fuel effecient. So what we have is that the propellers will actively feed air into the engines, in doing so the engines will ignite fuel and provide a boost from the backside of it, there by allowing one to get up and go faster and allowing the plane to spend most of it’s time gliding. In essence it is a modification of Pradian Gas Turbine engines enabling more flight time and saving space and weight than we would if we used Radial engines.”

The military man nods, “I see, so how much time do you need to out together a prototype?”

The doctor thinks as he sips his coffee, making an annoying slurping sound, “About 3 weeks.”

The military man nods, “I’ll be back in three weeks then. Good Luck Doctor.”

Staalgrad Outskirts, 2 Weeks later
Dr. Night meticulously fiddles with an engine as he has a bottle of rum next to him. He grabs a notepad and a pencil and examines his notes and then jumps down from the engine, bottle and notepad In hand.
“Alright, test number 27, lets try this again. Gertrud, start the engine test!”

She nods from a panel on the other side of the room and she flips a switch as the engine begins to start and sputter, the propeller spins slowly at first and then goes off spinning as heat is ejected from the back, the room filled with a shriek as the engine increased going 1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, and it stays for a total of 30 minutes, “Alright shut it off!” He waves to Gertrud and she shuts it off as it slowly begins to slow and the shrieking dies down.
Dr. Night smiles and laughs, “By Cernunnos it worked!” Gertrude points to the engine dripping from the side, “it works but uh we have a coolant leak. We might wanna run a few more tests before we y’know send this to the manufactory?”

He waves her off, “Yes yes, I’ll take care of that.” He hops onto the latter and climbs up taking a look at the engine, “O-oh...”

“What happened?”

He holds up an empty bottle, “I think it may be vodka.”

She shakes her head “Okay new rule, no flammable materials near the engine. That could’ve gone off an possibly burnt down the whole place!”

“Unlikely but fair enough” he shrugs and takes a sip from his rum bottle

Zoetstraten Proving Grounds, North Schayne
Zoetstraten was a rather idyllic looking part of the countryside. Roughly 70 kilometres southeast of Lumen it used to be a rather sparsely populated area. Unfortunately for the locals, due to said sparse population and the varied landscape this area was selected for creating the largest exercise area for the military during the mid-point of the Great War. The farmers and villages in the selected area tried to lobby against the government but they were ignored and either paid off to relocate or simply forced out. Cottages gave way to barracks and farms to artillery firing ranges. A steel leg stomped on the ground as a prototype walker made it's way through a test track. MAL's "Type 1 Leichter Wandertraktor" (now designated by the military as the "Leichter Traktorläufer I") had been put through the paces since it was first passed to trials, the design having changed a fair amount since then. It was lower to the ground and the machine gunner now had a basic gunshield as protection. Still, the brass considered it too unprotected and a larger frame would be needed to make a frontline combat model but for it's role it sufficed. Leutnant Erich Ettlinger had been sent to oversee the shakedown test, with a MAL engineer with him as a representative.

"Impressive, no?" said engineer asked as they watched it climb over a steep obstacle.

Ettlinger made a noncommittal grunt. "I suppose, though it remains to be seen how well they'll do in the field. At the very least the higher ups are interested in a fully armed and armored version." The engineer was about to boast some more when they heard a thud and noticed the vehicle had accidentally tripped over.

"Not to mention the controls still need some work I see." Ettlinger said while the engineer sighed in resignation.

Arvug wrote:

HMRS Myangan Nulimsny, Waldreich Mountains, Wielbelkia

Megujin carefully inspects the weapon, although the rest of the rifle seems completely fine, he visibly frowns at the engravings on the rifle, handing it back to Bolek, he replies "Engravings....only make you a target of trophy hunters, you'd do best to remember that both out here and in port." leaving it as that, Megujin stands in front of the two men. "You two have been assigned a recon mission into the target location, you are to blend in with the civilian population, primarily a working class town, in order to observe the expected amount of guards, major locations of interest, spaces people congregate at and at what time, and to generally make the investigators post incident less suspicious about any ulterior details of the raid. The Captain of the Talkchin has generously provided a small transport ship for you to head down in, i want you back within a week. Understood?"

Kuzhuk, standing next to Bolek salutes .

[Scene change]
Baataryn flot
The freshly shaven man with the blue deel, elaborate armour and chest holster does the typical Arvugian salute. "I am Khagatai Darmalai, Master of the Watch, i will be responsible for escorting you and your party to his Exalted Majesty, Your visit was illtimed with the ongoing celebrations so i must warn against interacting with the crowd today, a regret of course." Khagatai says in a smooth tone of voice, as if it was rehearsed prior.

5 members of the watch's honour guard standing opposite of the royal guard quickly run in between the lines and make a formation of two men in the front, two men in the back, and another man further back. With enough space for the party to fit in the middle.

"His Exalted Majesty was expecting your father today, apologies in advance if his gift isn't to your tastes, young Prince." Khagatai voices.

HMRS Myangan Nulimsny, Waldreich Mountains, Wielbelkia

Bolek snaps a salute back to his superior officer. "Affirmative sir." He states, mentally preparing for the mission, and once dismissed, would immediately head down to the landing craft he and Kuzhuk had been assigned, covering up his rifle in cloth to hide the markings and engravings. His new objective to blend into with the people of the township and to collect information of where the guards are, also to this, he makes plans to sabotage the enemy's communications before he heads back.

Baataryn flot

Jaropełk and his escort of the man wearing the strange mixed uniform fall in line between the guards. "It is most unfortunate that my father could not come, he stated he was feeling rather ill, and I, his heir, should come in his stead to learn about your culture and your people,a dn to befriend your great Khan." Jaropełk states, shivering with excitement.

"Prince Jaropełk, ease yourself, these people pride themselves on strength and not childish glee." Quietly chimes his escorts voice.

"I see, Łukasz, thank you for informing me, but I believe that they'll prefer one who is excited to learn." Whispers Jaropełk to the man in strange uniform, known as Łukasz. He smiles and follows closely behind Khagatai. "Good sir Darmalai, I wish to learn more about your nation as you take me to your leader, like, why do your people enjoy raiding so much?"

Egoia wrote:Staalgrad Outskirts, 2 Weeks later
Dr. Night meticulously fiddles with an engine as he has a bottle of rum next to him. He grabs a notepad and a pencil and examines his notes and then jumps down from the engine, bottle and notepad In hand.
“Alright, test number 27, lets try this again. Gertrud, start the engine test!”

She nods from a panel on the other side of the room and she flips a switch as the engine begins to start and sputter, the propeller spins slowly at first and then goes off spinning as heat is ejected from the back, the room filled with a shriek as the engine increased going 1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, and it stays for a total of 30 minutes, “Alright shut it off!” He waves to Gertrud and she shuts it off as it slowly begins to slow and the shrieking dies down.
Dr. Night smiles and laughs, “By Cernunnos it worked!” Gertrude points to the engine dripping from the side, “it works but uh we have a coolant leak. We might wanna run a few more tests before we y’know send this to the manufactory?”

He waves her off, “Yes yes, I’ll take care of that.” He hops onto the latter and climbs up taking a look at the engine, “O-oh...”

“What happened?”

He holds up an empty bottle, “I think it may be vodka.”

She shakes her head “Okay new rule, no flammable materials near the engine. That could’ve gone off an possibly burnt down the whole place!”

“Unlikely but fair enough” he shrugs and takes a sip from his rum bottle

Near the Wielbelkian Border, 3 weeks later
Much to the annoyance of Staalinov, he let Dr. Night have an extra 2 weeks to work on perfecting a plane design capable of a transcontinental flight that could take hours at most. Staalinov chose two Corporals, a Corporal Sara Marx and Corporal Gregory Luxemburg, to be the first to fly this possible death trap.

A camera crew interviewed Dr. Night, who was particularly excited to share the engine but insisted they also interview Gertrud.

“How long have you been working on this design?” The reporter asked.

“Well I’ve dreamed of turboprop engines since I first saw planes as a child. The idea of continuous transcontinental flights has been a dream of mine for a while. Me and Gertrud have been working on this design for a few years now. We had a few prototypes, most of which exploded, but we got these new ones. Once we got the engines the hard part was over Gertrud used her aeronautics knowledge.”

Gertrud smiled, “It wasn’t that hard. The main modifications we made was more safety features. In theory a crash will be less deadly thanks to the modifications we’ve made with the frame, it won’t crumble up or explode and if one engine goes down it doesn’t guarantee a complete crash. Then getting the fuel right was the next part. By our calculations it is capable of about 3218 kms on a light load.”

“Fascinating”, the reporter took down some notes and asked a few more questions before it was time for take off. The plane’s engines, being so close to the Wielbelkian border (Wielbelkia) might be heard distantly mistaken as wolves or cultists perhaps, maybe ghosts to those superstitious to that sort of thing. The plane would take off going faster than what those pilots had experience before going at 482kph at cruising altitude. The plane travelled 551.6 km km for about 1 hour until it landed at its location safe and sound.

The pilots stepped out of the plane with applauses as the nation and any possible border towns listening in heard the news of the successful landing. Staalinov and Dr. Night met a night later and drank and discussed possible plans for further plane designs.

Worklaw wrote:

HMRS Myangan Nulimsny, Waldreich Mountains, Wielbelkia

Bolek snaps a salute back to his superior officer. "Affirmative sir." He states, mentally preparing for the mission, and once dismissed, would immediately head down to the landing craft he and Kuzhuk had been assigned, covering up his rifle in cloth to hide the markings and engravings. His new objective to blend into with the people of the township and to collect information of where the guards are, also to this, he makes plans to sabotage the enemy's communications before he heads back.

Baataryn flot

Jaropełk and his escort of the man wearing the strange mixed uniform fall in line between the guards. "It is most unfortunate that my father could not come, he stated he was feeling rather ill, and I, his heir, should come in his stead to learn about your culture and your people,a dn to befriend your great Khan." Jaropełk states, shivering with excitement.

"Prince Jaropełk, ease yourself, these people pride themselves on strength and not childish glee." Quietly chimes his escorts voice.

"I see, Łukasz, thank you for informing me, but I believe that they'll prefer one who is excited to learn." Whispers Jaropełk to the man in strange uniform, known as Łukasz. He smiles and follows closely behind Khagatai. "Good sir Darmalai, I wish to learn more about your nation as you take me to your leader, like, why do your people enjoy raiding so much?"

(im gonna leave you to rp the time in the town with Wielbelkia.)

Baataryn flot

Taking a moment to choose his choice of words, and well versed in diplomatic and political language when neccessary, Khagatai ponders for a second as they move through the crowds. "Most scholars you meet will attribute it to our long history as nomadic tribal confederations in ancient Ertnii gazar, many traditions having been held on long after the establishment of our Khanate in roughly 1150 AD." not airing his personal thoughts regarding the matter. "Raiding also serves as a productive outlet for many young or less well off members of society as well as an instrument of diplomacy." he replies, not even turning his head to look at the prince as he focuses on keeping watch on the excitable crowd.

As they move through Baataryn flot, the crowds are beginning to be noticably less packed, one could infer that they're getting closer to the Ikh bürged, the Great Khan's infamous dreadnought & flagship. functioning as his home and capital of his country.

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