|
RP Time: OST
Population: XX Nations Technology: Post/Modern
|
![]() Founder: Dom | Prime Minister: Vacant| RP Ministers: Vacant ..:: YOUR NEWS : 16 OCT '14 ::.. ***Things That Happened, Did*** |
![]() |
| Welcome to Caprecian Continents. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Glory, Everlasting | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 3 2013, 09:33 PM (184 Views) | |
| Lines | Jun 3 2013, 09:33 PM Post #1 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
Salkon, Salkmark February 17, 314 It was a bright day. The sky was clear, a rich blue sea around the gleaming sun. Oracia's twin moons were visible in the southwest, attempting to escape the sun's rays. One could even taste the ocean waters in the air, brought towards City Hall by the gales that streamed through the Sainamese Strait. There was a large crowd gathered in front of the building, a multitude of men and women of all ages—children rose above it on the shoulders of their fathers. There were a few elders, some of whom seemed on the verge of tears. The majority of the crowd, however, was ripe with excitement. Flags were flying, cheers were running through the gathered mass, and the national anthem played. Indeed, the Salkmarker Hymn was playing loudly throughout the grounds, and only began to falter as the doors of City Hall slide open. King Soren II followed closely behind the mayor—a well-aged man, the marks of age and stress clear on his face. Both were as excited as the crowd, their faces broken in grins as they approached the podium at the top of the stairs. Soren stayed back, as the crowd and music fell silent for the aged man. The major cleared his throat, reaching for the microphone. An aid had kindly left his speech for him on the wooden piece—albeit he’d managed to memorize it in its entirety. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the man began, his voice as jolly as he looked, “today is a grand day for our city! No! A grand day for our country! This morning, after nearly a decade of political gridlock, the Länlanian riksdag passed, with overwhelming support, the Salkmarker Independence Act! “With this act, legislative power over our great region officially and entirely passes to the Salkmarker riksdag, which has long operated as an independent body here in Salkon. It also ensures that the Kingdom recognizes our region and people as an independent group. His Majesty, King Soren II—a long-time supporter of Salkmarker independence—was gracious enough to fly out to join us on this momentous day.” The man withdrew, nodding to Soren as the latter stepped forward. Cameras flashes went off throughout the crowd, nearly blinding the man—and it would’ve, if he hadn’t gotten used to them over his reign. Indeed, he managed to wave, smiling excitedly, until the crowd died down again. “Salkmarkers,” Soren declared. His hands fell on the podium, gripping its edges as he studied the crowd. The vast majority was Länlanian, but he could see a few Sainamese and Zanarites dotting the crowd. “Länlanians,” he went on, “for you are still Länlanians. You are my countrymen, and shall always be my countryman. The ties between Salkmark and Länlania are both perpetual and strong—each and every one of you have descended from our common ethnic ancestors, and each and every one of you has Länlanian blood flowing through your veins, and each and every one of you pride yourselves as citizens of both the Grand Duchy of Salkmark and the Länlanian Commonwealth. “That is a fact that will never change, for the day it does is the day the Commonwealth dissolves. It is a country historically formed and kept together by our culture—and it shall remain long past our days on this fact alone. The Länlanian Commonwealth is our people’s nation; that which ties us together is this challenging world and unites us against those who would rather see us crumble. “Everyone present here today is Länlanian—even those of you born abroad. One day, you, your children, and your children’s children—each and every one of your descendent will be proud to call yourselves Länlanian, and this country will be equally proud to have you. This fact will not change simply because you’ve gained recognition as an independent state—as a member of our great Commonwealth by your own right. “It is with this in mind that I congratulate you on your new-found independence, and welcome the Grand Duchy of Salkmark into the Länlanian Commonwealth. As your King, I swear to protect your rights, sovereignty, and interests; to defend your homes from threats abroad and at home; and uphold the teachings of the Lord. “Welcome home, my siblings. I’m proud to celebrate the birth of both your state and my own today. Please join us later today at Crystal Beach for a true Länlanian celebration. Thank you.” |
![]() |
|
| Lines | Jun 21 2013, 12:12 PM Post #2 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
Halvadag, Länlania 314, May 11 “Head of State of the Commonwealth?” “The Commonwealth of Nations, to be exact.” “Well, it’s true that ‘Lanlanians’ are no longer the only participants.” “Indeed. And the face of the Commonwealth must change with its constitution.” “But Commonwealth of Nations?” Soren sighed, picking up his cup of tea and taking a drink. Around the table, gathered in the pavilion on the palace garden, sat the heads of government of the Commonwealth’s multiple members. They were old men and women: Duke Kristian Solheim of Eland, Ordförant of Länlania; Duchess Emilie Norby of Thalesden, Ordförant of Sydmark; Duke Axel Thorssel of Ordfordag, Ordförant of Västmark; Lord Animus Barlow of Novarum, Prime Minister of Zanaro. Even Salkmark managed a representative, the interim government appointing Count Isak Ostberg to represent their state in these talks. Though not official members, Sabine and Habara were represented, along with a Nehdan man—President Daniel Thomson, High Elder Dilwyn Bowen, and Councilor Avinash Nivahsa. It was rather occupied in the room as a result. Still, being winter, the air was pleasant. There were a couple tea pots on the coffee table, filled with imported Sainamese tea. Länlania had changed its supplier, believing the Sainamese more dependable than the Cardohesians. A basket of cookies sat beside it, almost half empty. “Indeed,” Soren said at last, snagging a cookie. They were still warm, radiating a little heat. “We’re not Zarocan, as we’ll soon have members in Iryiiad. We’re not Länlanian, as the Zanarites compose a large part of our demographics now.” “And, you are not monarch of these new states,” Ordförant Solheim added cautiously, considering his words. “The Zanarites have an emperor. Sabine is a republic. The Habarans are ruled by council…” Soren nodded, raising his eyebrows. “The Commonwealth has changed right beneath our feet, gentlemen.” “Perhaps we could fabricate a higher title,” Ordförant Axel muttered. “That much solve the issue with the Zanarites,” replied Ordförant Norby, “but the conflicts with Habara, Nehda, and Sabine remain.” “Indeed,” Soren added, “I’d rather these states not be compelled to adopt monarchist systems, to be included in the Commonwealth. Clarifying it is not a requirement would open further doors.” “So, we recognize the Länlanian monarch as head of state,” President Tompson interjected, “and that is all?” “More or less,” Soren returned. “Currently, I have to be recognized of monarch, which… could conflict with the more republican states.” The heads of government nodded, absorbing the information. “The riksdag might motion to name you King of Sydmark,” Norby said. “That might promote similar movements in Västmark,” Thorssel added. “And Salkmark,” Ostberg contributed. “They people love you at the moment, Your Majesty, more so than usual. You were in attendance of their independence, after all, and your speech roused their Länlanianism.” Soren chuckled, blushing silent. He reached his tea to suppress it. “Indeed, Your Majesty,” Norby giggled. “I don’t think you’ll get rid of these subjects that easily.” “Unfortunately,” Thomson sighed, “Sabine has never had a monarch. I’m afraid they’ll never agree to install one.” Soren nodded. “And the Commonwealth will never force you to, Daniel.” The President returned the gesture, shaking his head as he took his own drink. “A similar case in Habara,” the elder mumbled. “I’m sorry, Sire Soren, but I fear we would not accept you as monarch.” “No,” Soren returned. “It’s understandable, Elder; there’s no need to apologize.” The old man nodded. “Well then,” Solheim interjected, “shall we begin drafting an agreement? Soren, Kein ë Leinlend…” “Salklend…” Ostberg added. “Söldlend…” added Norby. “Ech Vëstlend…” Thorssel. “Chaf fër Samvöldat, Färsverera fër Tran.” All four. |
![]() |
|
| Lines | Aug 8 2013, 03:44 PM Post #3 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
Halvadag, Lanlania 315, April 9 “Well,” Justin sighed, “the bill will be voted on tomorrow.” Soren nodded, blinking once as set down the controller. Across the room, the bright television dimmed as the video game’s pause screen took over. The system was older, though the game was one of the king’s favorites. He’d first played it well over a decade earlier, though enjoyed playing the “classics” every so often. Indeed, the graphics were older, not as realistic as more modern games. But, it didn’t need the same time input modern games needed, while still delivering a meaningful enough story. Something about searching for someone…. “That’s good,” Soren answered, reaching for tea cup. Justin took a seat across him for once, taking his own sip of the imported drink. There was talk going around Lanlanian business circles to grow tea locally using artificial farms, though there wasn’t a real need for it; likely just business banter, to keep themselves occupied. “It’s about time too,” he continued, after a drink. “I’m surprised it took so long, considering the simplicity of the thing.” “Indeed,” Justin returned. “Unfortunately, some nobles saw it as an opportunity to curb your power. The Zanarites attempted to alter the proposal heavily…” Soren blinked, setting his tea down and replacing it with a cookie. They were becoming rarer; the chef who baked them was becoming older. “The nobles? You’d think the situation would have settled by now.” “They’ve always had power,” Justin sighed. “It’ll take a while for them to get used to the new ways.” “Didn’t they attempt to force through laws that would allow them to maintain their own armies recently?” “Thankfully, the House of Commons rejected it. Although, Rose told us she’d have vetoed it.” The king nodded. Rose was serving as regent for Prince Bastian in his infancy. “Indeed.” Justin smirked, letting out another sigh. “Regardless, pressure from the other members and the Regency Council finally got the bastards to bring it to vote. It’s expected to pass.” “When would it go into effect?” “A year’s time, giving us ample time to address the abroad.” “Ample indeed…” “You’ve seen the other reports too, correct?” Justin asked. “Salkmark, Sydmark, and Vastmark’s intentions?” “Aye.” Soren nodded. “The referendums are scheduled for next November, aren’t they?” “Aye, whether or not they’ll name you King and the Grand Dukes your local representatives. The old system codified, effectively.” “It’s all proceeding rather nicely.” “Many did recognize it as an issue since the Zanarites joined. Though, in the wartime environment, it was set aside. Then the Deltorians left their shell, and now….” “The time is right.” Justin smiled, nodding. “Indeed. Foreign affairs have relaxed, allowing us to pursue our original agendas….” Soren glanced at the television, recalling the map that had taken up the screen a few days earlier during one of Justin’s reports. Though the abroad had soothed somewhat, there were still many potential threats to the Commonwealth’s security, with countless new ones surfacing every day. Invarius, Mestra were potential rivals to the north, the Angelic Wraith were becoming stronger in the northwest. Deltoria, Kubaniza and Medaveii were still potential trouble, though the Deltorians had scaled back their efforts. The Commonwealth had breathing room, though its efforts abroad still needed to intensify. “Security is artificial,” Soren murmured, voicing his thoughts. He looked back to Justin...again, the man laughed. Edited by Lines, Aug 8 2013, 03:49 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · The World Stage · Next Topic » |
| Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
8:21 PM Jul 11
|
|
|
|
edge created by tiptopolive of ifsz


















8:21 PM Jul 11