-last edited on Oct 27, 2017 20:03:35 GMT by FelipeDutra
Post by FelipeDutra on Oct 27, 2017 19:59:41 GMT
Throughout the northern steppes and cold mountains rang the sound of artillery. It has stopped now, and a new power rises,
The Union of Animal Pastures
Two centuries ago, the great Voronan Empire rose from the Pig and Crow tribes. However, after great victories and achievements, it had entered an age of troubles, and a civil war broke out. Five years have passed since its start, and the socialist Crimson Army has arisen victorious. It still remains to be seen whether they can fulfill their promises of distributing wealth and modernising the nation...
Positions:
Since the purging of the old government, the Union of Animal Pastures needs new staff to fill its ranks.
Premier (1ic): Sus Prokofiev Vice Premier (2ic): Open Marshal of the Union of Pastures (3ic): Open Colonel (×5): Open Corporal (infinite): Open
-As the elevator was rising, Flygarra was silent...-
-Suddenly, Flygarra drops to his knees, dropping his staff and strangely begins to pray for Something or someone that was involved in his life before chi...-
Flygarra: “Min fidlik, ya eazizi 'iilah altanin Raykuza ... 'aseaa musaeadatakum ...” -he said, shuddering, Woolus not understanding what he was doing-
(Translation: “Please, my dear Dragon god Rayquaza... I seek your help...“ )
Flygarra: “Hayati alsayiyat tandalie mae kawabis mutawasilatin. 'Iidha kunt faqat ymkn 'an tajlub lah ...” (Translation: “My poor life is scarred with ceaseless nightmares. If only you could bring him to me...” )
-Flygarra shuddered, his voice was seemingly turning into tears.-
Flygarra: “'Uriduh maratan 'ukhraa، 'ana ghyr qadir ealaa aleaysh bimufradih bidunih ...” (Translation: “I want him back, i'm incapable of living on my own without him...” )
-Flygarra was just kneeled down, in a crying fit, his tears dry as the desert. His wings, Antenna, tail and spirits, droopy and sad.-
Throughout the northern steppes and cold mountains rang the sound of artillery. It has stopped now, and a new power rises,
The Union of Animal Pastures
Two centuries ago, the great Voronan Empire rose from the Pig and Crow tribes. However, after great victories and achievements, it had entered an age of troubles, and a civil war broke out. Five years have passed since its start, and the socialist Crimson Army has arisen victorious. It still remains to be seen whether they can fulfill their promises of distributing wealth and modernising the nation...
Positions:
Since the purging of the old government, the Union of Animal Pastures needs new staff to fill its ranks.
Premier (1ic): Sus Prokofiev Vice Premier (2ic): Open Marshal of the Union of Pastures (3ic): Open Colonel (×5): Open Corporal (infinite): Open
OOC: Sus Prokofiev, what is that even supposed to stand for, I don't remember any socialist leaders with anything similar
anyways my bio:
Name: Vyacheslav Molotov Species: Crow Gender: Male Rank: Vice Premier (Minister of Foreign Affairs (possible, if you allow)) Appearence: A regular crow, wearing average socialist attire Weapons/gear: No Personality: Quiet, silent, never speaks unless has to, when he does speak he speaks slowly with emphasis, sometimes speeding up on his words. Ideology: Stalinist Backstory: Molotov, was from a middle class family, he read the works of Carl Marx and became a socialist, (I will expand in the future its just 1 am rn)
Typhoon: "Very well, follow us to the top of the kingdom." Typhoon and the others lead Wallace into the gate and up many staircases, going through the tall, winding city on the way up. As the other 4 turtles and tortoises go their separate ways to continue their work, Typhoon leads Wallace II into the shell-shaped top of the temple resting above the city. King Tyron is sitting in his throne room when they enter. Typhoom: "Your highness, a walrus, Wallace II, has come and requests your audience." Tyron: "Oh, hello. Welcome to the turtle kingdom, Wallace II."
Wallace II: Thank you, King Tyron. I have come here to negotiate, I offer good deal to you and your tribe. In my empire theres a succession crisis, support me, and I will bestow many riches onto you.
Typhoon: "Very well. I'll need to know what kind of riches these are though. When over 2,000 years old you reach, money won't feel as important. Heh, heh!"
-As the elevator was rising, Flygarra was silent...-
-Suddenly, Flygarra drops to his knees, dropping his staff and strangely begins to pray for Something or someone that was involved in his life before chi...-
Flygarra: “Min fidlik, ya eazizi 'iilah altanin Raykuza ... 'aseaa musaeadatakum ...” -he said, shuddering, Woolus not understanding what he was doing-
(Translation: “Please, my dear Dragon god Rayquaza... I seek your help...“ )
Flygarra: “Hayati alsayiyat tandalie mae kawabis mutawasilatin. 'Iidha kunt faqat ymkn 'an tajlub lah ...” (Translation: “My poor life is scarred with ceaseless nightmares. If only you could bring him to me...” )
-Flygarra shuddered, his voice was seemingly turning into tears.-
Flygarra: “'Uriduh maratan 'ukhraa، 'ana ghyr qadir ealaa aleaysh bimufradih bidunih ...” (Translation: “I want him back, i'm incapable of living on my own without him...” )
-Flygarra was just kneeled down, in a crying fit, his tears dry as the desert. His wings, Antenna, tail and spirits, droopy and sad.-
Woolus V: I am assuming you wont support me...
(OOC: Wow, you are a cold brick. No helping his emotional episodes of turmoil? ) -Flygarra cried still, but he was nodding “no” in his fit-
Wallace II: Thank you, King Tyron. I have come here to negotiate, I offer good deal to you and your tribe. In my empire theres a succession crisis, support me, and I will bestow many riches onto you.
Typhoon: "Very well. I'll need to know what kind of riches these are though. When over 2,000 years old you reach, money won't feel as important. Heh, heh!"
Wallace II: The glory of oil, so much gold it shines like the sun. A fleet so big, it is hard to rival to others.
Throughout the northern steppes and cold mountains rang the sound of artillery. It has stopped now, and a new power rises,
The Union of Animal Pastures
Two centuries ago, the great Voronan Empire rose from the Pig and Crow tribes. However, after great victories and achievements, it had entered an age of troubles, and a civil war broke out. Five years have passed since its start, and the socialist Crimson Army has arisen victorious. It still remains to be seen whether they can fulfill their promises of distributing wealth and modernising the nation...
Positions:
Since the purging of the old government, the Union of Animal Pastures needs new staff to fill its ranks.
Premier (1ic): Sus Prokofiev Vice Premier (2ic): Open Marshal of the Union of Pastures (3ic): Open Colonel (×5): Open Corporal (infinite): Open
OOC: Sus Prokofiev, what is that even supposed to stand for, I don't remember any socialist leaders with anything similar
anyways my bio:
Name: Vyacheslav Molotov Species: Crow Gender: Male Rank: Vice Premier (Minister of Foreign Affairs (possible, if you allow)) Appearence: A regular crow, wearing average socialist attire Weapons/gear: No Personality: Quiet, silent, never speaks unless has to, when he does speak he speaks slowly with emphasis, sometimes speeding up on his words. Ideology: Stalinist Backstory: Molotov, was from a middle class family, he read the works of Carl Marx and became a socialist, (I will expand in the future its just 1 am rn)
OOC: Nah, In Just took a Slavic name with P at the beginning, and added "Sus", which is the first scientific name of pigs.
And sure, he can be a Minister of Foreign affairs.
One century ago, a small kingdom set out to unite it's brothers. Its dreams have now been fulfilled.
The Aquilan Empire
The Golden Eagle tribe has always been divided into small kingdoms and clans. This, however, did not stop a cultural identity from developing, and with this, a national sentiment. Under the leadership of a certain chancellor, through wars and aggressive diplomacy, they have been united. Only time will tell if this young nation-state will survive it's neighbors.
Positions:
Kaiser (1ic): Wilhelm Viktor Alder. Chancellor (2ic): Open Great Marshal (3ic): Open Oberst (colonels, ×5): Open Unteroffizier (corporal, infinite): Open
Throughout the northern steppes and cold mountains rang the sound of artillery. It has stopped now, and a new power rises,
The Union of Animal Pastures
Two centuries ago, the great Voronan Empire rose from the Pig and Crow tribes. However, after great victories and achievements, it had entered an age of troubles, and a civil war broke out. Five years have passed since its start, and the socialist Crimson Army has arisen victorious. It still remains to be seen whether they can fulfill their promises of distributing wealth and modernising the nation...
Positions:
Since the purging of the old government, the Union of Animal Pastures needs new staff to fill its ranks.
Premier (1ic): Sus Prokofiev Vice Premier (2ic): Open Marshal of the Union of Pastures (3ic): Open Colonel (×5): Open Corporal (infinite): Open
Throughout the northern steppes and cold mountains rang the sound of artillery. It has stopped now, and a new power rises,
The Union of Animal Pastures
Two centuries ago, the great Voronan Empire rose from the Pig and Crow tribes. However, after great victories and achievements, it had entered an age of troubles, and a civil war broke out. Five years have passed since its start, and the socialist Crimson Army has arisen victorious. It still remains to be seen whether they can fulfill their promises of distributing wealth and modernising the nation...
Positions:
Since the purging of the old government, the Union of Animal Pastures needs new staff to fill its ranks.
Premier (1ic): Sus Prokofiev Vice Premier (2ic): Open Marshal of the Union of Pastures (3ic): Open Colonel (×5): Open Corporal (infinite): Open
OOC: Can you list the animals in this tribe?
OOC: This is basically open to any animal who decides to be Communist.
However, the majority are Crows, Pigs, and a few Golden Eagles stuck on the western border.
OOC: Sus Prokofiev, what is that even supposed to stand for, I don't remember any socialist leaders with anything similar
anyways my bio:
Name: Vyacheslav Molotov Species: Crow Gender: Male Rank: Vice Premier (Minister of Foreign Affairs (possible, if you allow)) Appearence: A regular crow, wearing average socialist attire Weapons/gear: No Personality: Quiet, silent, never speaks unless has to, when he does speak he speaks slowly with emphasis, sometimes speeding up on his words. Ideology: Stalinist Backstory: Molotov, was from a middle class family, he read the works of Carl Marx and became a socialist, (I will expand in the future its just 1 am rn)
OOC: Nah, In Just took a Slavic name with P at the beginning, and added "Sus", which is the first scientific name of pigs.
And sure, he can be a Minister of Foreign affairs.
Typhoon: "Very well. I'll need to know what kind of riches these are though. When over 2,000 years old you reach, money won't feel as important. Heh, heh!"
Wallace II: The glory of oil, so much gold it shines like the sun. A fleet so big, it is hard to rival to others.
(Also, I meant to write Tyron in the last post, not Typhoon. I mixed up the names.)
Tyron: "Ah, but we already have the largest fleet of the south. I expect you have the largest fleet of the north? I don't believe oil would be useful to us, since oil is physically bad for turtles' health."
One century ago, a small kingdom set out to unite it's brothers. Its dreams have now been fulfilled.
The Aquilan Empire
The Golden Eagle tribe has always been divided into small kingdoms and clans. This, however, did not stop a cultural identity from developing, and with this, a national sentiment. Under the leadership of a certain chancellor, through wars and aggressive diplomacy, they have been united. Only time will tell if this young nation-state will survive it's neighbors.
Positions:
Kaiser (1ic): Wilhelm Viktor Alder. Chancellor (2ic): Open Great Marshal (3ic): Open Oberst (colonels, ×5): Open Unteroffizier (corporal, infinite): Open
First USSR, now the german empire
Name: Otto Von Bismarck (possibly no. 2) Species: Golden Eagle Gender: male Rank: Chancellor Appearence: like Otto von Bismarck Weapons/gear: No Personality: Stiff, strong, iron willed Backstory: Otto Von Bismarck, was born in the lands known as Prussia. He came from a noble family... *Ok ill make it simpler, open up a history book, and read up on Otto Von Bismarck, and replace the words, German with golden eagle, geramny with aquillian and the words, Russia with Walrus Empire and your good to go.*, that's his backstory.
Maria I: Wow, right to the point, anyways. My name is Maria, I am one of several inheritors to the throne of the Walrus empire, as you may know, my father died, and their is much competition around, I have come here for an alliance, if you help me secure my position on the throne, I will declare war on the flygons and negotiate for favourable trade deals for you, us walrus have much oil, natural gas, grain and delicious drinks. Also one of your commanders Koopa Khan is residing in Walrus territory, if you help secure my claim and position on the throne, I will bring him back to Koopa lands.
IC: Brian: "Ok, how would i help you with that? Would The Koopa Guild intervening in The Walrus Empire's affairs be frowned upon?"
Maria I: Wow, right to the point, anyways. My name is Maria, I am one of several inheritors to the throne of the Walrus empire, as you may know, my father died, and their is much competition around, I have come here for an alliance, if you help me secure my position on the throne, I will declare war on the flygons and negotiate for favourable trade deals for you, us walrus have much oil, natural gas, grain and delicious drinks. Also one of your commanders Koopa Khan is residing in Walrus territory, if you help secure my claim and position on the throne, I will bring him back to Koopa lands.
IC: Brian: "Ok, how would i help you with that? Would The Koopa Guild intervening in The Walrus Empire's affairs be frowned upon?"
Maria I: No, of course not, I am certain my brothers are doing the same, an interventionist approach will be much anticipated and appreciated.
No helping his emotional episodes of turmoil? 
