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| Topic Started: Jan 29 2008, 08:34 PM (596 Views) | |
| Catholic Europe | Jan 29 2008, 08:34 PM Post #1 |
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A small village, somewhere in what was once known as Catholic Europe "Push Teresa, push. The baby is nearly there." An older woman, dressed in dirty and worn out clothes, wiped her brow before getting back down to business. Behind her were about another 5 women, some young, probably in their teens, some older and the oldest probably nearing her death. The candles in the room flickered as a slight draft blew in through the couple of windows that dotted around the room. "Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Nearly there!" screamed back the old woman "One final push my darling!" Teresa, sweating profusely, her dirty face very red from pushing, took one final deep breath and pushed the hardest she had pushed all night. She screamed as she realised it was finally over, tears gushing down her eyes as she realised that she had finally given birth and was now a mother. And then her heart pounded. "What's wrong?!" she cried "Why is the baby not crying?!" "Nothing, nothing, Teresa. He is fine, he doesn't seem to want to cry. But he is fine, never healthier. A good size too, no doubt he will grow to be strong!" The old woman, cut the cord, wrapped the baby boy up in a towel that was next to her and handed him to his mother. Teresa looked at her son lovingly. "What are you going to call him Teresa?" piped up the youngest of the women in the room. Teresa looked down at her son, some tears still rolling down her cheeks. "Antonio" |
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| Catholic Europe | Jan 30 2008, 04:14 PM Post #2 |
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Some 5 or 6 years later, still in the same village in the land that was once known as Catholic Europe "Get up Antonio, I need to go into the market and get some vegetables for dinner tonight" said the old lady who, 5 or 6 years earlier had cut his cord. Antonio, a rather tall boy for 5 or 6, rubbed his eyes and wriggled around in his bed of hay and a large, dirty piece of cloth. "Nonna, I want to go back to sleep" he pleaded "Antonio Nero Tito Ippolito Christofo, get up now!" The old lady always named him by his full name when she was angry with him. Antonio mumbled and moaned but did as his Nonna said and got up. Within next to no time they were ready to leave their small cottage and walk 10 minutes to their village market. Their village, which is called Babalona, is a relatively large village, probably numbering some 2,000 people in an area which was once part of one of the greatest cities on earth in one of the greatest nations on earth. Now though, after generations and generations of chaos, anarchy, murder, pillage and hell it was nothing more than a dirty, deseased and chaotic village. "Over here Antonio" Nonna grabbed Antonio's hand and led him over to a vegetable stand. "Morning Anna Maria, how are you today? The usual?" asked the young man behind the stall. "Ah, Cristiano, yes thanks" replied Nonna as she started to count out some small and rather dirty pieces of metal, much like shrapnel really. However, her mind had wandered off and Antonio, as ever the mishceavous boy, noticed and immediately planned his plan of escape. He slowly and quietly inched away from his Nonna. He mingled into the crowds and then run off round the corner into what was, essentially, an old town square. There were a lot of people in this old town square. There always was. This is where people met and talked and listened for this was, effectively, a preachers stage. Ever since the 'Great Fall' as people had now come to call it, preaching and prophecy in town squares up and down the land had taken off. Usually they spoke of Satan, of Christ's return and the restoration of Catholic Europe to its former glory with the Church as her beloved ruler. For all the prophecy, nothing had happened but still people came here all the same. Maybe it was to pray and receive Mass, maybe it was to hear some words of comfort in their awful lives or maybe it was pure curiosity. Antonio had been fascinated by this place ever since he could remember. He had always wanted to get up on stage and had often stood and watched in awe at the preachers who stood up on pieces of rubble. And then his heart leapt and he jumped up on a vacant piece of stone. "Brothers and sister" he began, shouting, for that was the way many prechers started their speech. Some people turned around to watch this little boy and chuckled before alerting their friends. Before he knew it, Antonio had much of the squares attention. "I am but a young boy, but I know that the restoration is close. I will lead us to peace and glory" There were loud laughs at this. Some cheered for they thought Antonio was joking. But he was not. His fists were clenched, his head held high and his eyes transfixed. "I know I will. I have dreamt it. Let me tell you brothers and sisters, it will not be easy. There was fire in my dream, there will be pain and heartache but I will bring back our once glorious nation from the dead. From the fire that rages now will be reborn the nation that fell and...." "ANTONIO NERO TITO IPPOLITO! GET DOWN NOW!" People turned around and began to laugh as Nonna marched forwards to Antonio. The crowd were in hysterics. She grabbed Antonio by the hand and tried to drag him down but Antonio resisted, his strength was unbelievable for a boy so young. "Get down NOW!" Nonna screamed at him. "Those who get in my way in my glorious duty will not be spared" Antonio screamed before finally giving up his resistance and going with his Nonna. Later that night Antonio lay in bed. He hadn't been allowed dinner for his earlier antics in the market place but that didn't bother him. It was nothing new. He had always been in trouble since he could remember. But his nightly dream was too much for him to ignore. It constantly told him he would lead Catholic Europe out of her grave and back onto her throne and he would never ignore that, at any cost. Suddenly he spotted something crawl across the floor. He got up straight out his bed and jumped on it with his piece of cloth. "Caught you" he chuckled menacingly. He sat down on his hay and pulled out from it a small knife. He slowly opened his cloth with one hand and inside it was revealed a small lizard. "You're going to be punished for entering my room you dirty, flithy creature" and with that he sliced off each leg of the lizard in turn before beheading it. Antonio laughed menacingly and threw the body of the lizard out of his window before closing his eyes to a dream of fire and demons and promises and revelations. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Jan 31 2008, 05:41 PM Post #3 |
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Illius watched. It was his job to watch. Ever watching, ever waiting. For years he had watched. For lifetimes. Illius Malfisto Emmanulas watched for years as a normal mortal man might watch something for minutes. Illius had seen the rise and fall of nations. The births and deaths of heroes. He had watched Gassel in the East, the Communists of the North, Scythirus in the South… but always he looked West. West to Catholic Europe. For years since the ‘Great Fall’, Illius had watched the ruins of Catholic Europe. The nation was huge; its land’s unruly. Few had dared to interlope – knowing they would face strong reprisals. Any kind of conquest was out of the question… but Catholic Europe was a resource untapped. If it could be harnessed. If it could be brought back to greatness… So Illius watched. He bided his time, as those who came before him had done. Illius watched, but he did not see all. He did not know – not yet – that wheels had already been set in motion. That already the unstoppable process that would see the restoration of Catholic Europe had already begun. He did not see the cogs turn and he did not see – not yet – that he was one of those cogs in the machine. But he would – in just a few short years. **** OOC: Calm down children and let mummy and daddy have our "us" time. |
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| Catholic Europe | Feb 1 2008, 03:05 PM Post #4 |
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10 years after the Birth in a forest not too far from the village in what was once one of the greatest cities on Earth in the land that was known as Catholic Europe "Oi, Antonio! Wait up, don't run off again!" shouted a boy of about 11 years, panting as he ran after Antonio. Antonio didn't listen though. He never did. He always ran off from his friends after they had been on one of their 'trips' - that is to say stealing. He was faster than any of his friends and he would be damned if he was going to get caught because they were too slow to get away quick enough. "Antonio!" the boy shouted again. "Tough Luis. You nearly got me caught back there. I'm not helping you now. You should know I don't look after people that put me in danger, look what happened to Umberto." Luis remembered what had happened to their friend Umberto. This was about two years ago and Umberto had got Antonio caught for stealing. For this, Antonio beat Umberto to a pulp and forbid anyone from speaking to him again. Umberto's family had to move from the village. But, whilst he was remembering this a sudden burst of pain shot up through his leg. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" Luis screamed out "Antonio, help me, my leg has been caught in a trap." Antonio stopped and looked back. Luis was lying in the floor, his leg bleeding profusely. He walked slowly up to Luis. "You're a liability. You're only bringing me down. You will end up getting me into serious trouble" he muttered as he walked closer and closer to Luis. "Antonio, please. I'm serious, help me." "I will help you" Antonio replied. He picked up a large rock that was about 10 metres away from him. And he walked right up to Luis. "Antonio?! What are you doing?!" Luis asked. "I'm punishing you for exposing me to danger" Antonio replied. And with that he repeatedly dropped the rock on Luis' head until he was dead. He turned around and continued as if nothing had happened. |
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| Catholic Europe | Feb 11 2008, 05:46 PM Post #5 |
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Antonio was 16 now. His Nonna had died some 3 years ago and, seeing as the rest of his family had practically deserted him and his Nonna, he was left to fend for himself. However, only a week after his Nonna died a man of around 35 years of age approached him one day. This man was Tiago, the head of a local mafia. Tiago had seen Antonio grow up. He knew that Antonio would be a powerful henchman to have. Indeed, he heard of the rumours that Antonio had murdered his friend when he was 11. Now that Antonio was alone, he saw the opportunity to mould Antonio and build him into what he wanted to build him into. For 3 years, Tiago had been teaching Antonio everything he knew. Antonio excelled. He was an intelligent boy, extremely intelligent and cunning and he cut a gigantic figure of strength. In essence, Tiago was grooming Antonio to become the leader after Tiago retired, although he was, of course, not ready to give up yet. Antonio, however, had become ambitious. Exceedingly ambitious. Though he was 16 he already had his eyes set on taking over other local mafia's and creating something bigger than that. **************** "Antonio, how many times do I have to tell you? We are not taking out the Grindo's. We have no need to and if we do we will only attract unwanted attention on ourselves from the other mafia's" Tiago said, a slight annoyance resonating in his voice. Antonio tutted and glared at Tiago. "Right everyone, I will see you tomorrow" Tiago said, indicating it was time for everyone to go home "You wait here Antonio though." Everyone else left the building and went home. Antonio stayed were he was, sitting on a chair, smoking and every now and then sipping some vodka. "Antonio, I will not have you continually contradict me. I am the Don and you will do as I say. This is not your mafia yet!" Antonio threw his bottle to the side and went up to Tiago, face to face. His eyes stared at Tiago's, almost demonic. His fists clenched. They stared at each other before Tiago spoke. "You lay one finger on me Antonio and I will have you cut up into a thousand pieces and fed to the pigs." Antonio laughed and moved a step backward before turning around. "You're a comedian Tiago. You think you can stop me. Haha, you make me laugh. I am sent on a mission. This is my destiny. I know what I have to do. Nothing will stand in my way." "You are delusional Antonio. Those dreams are nothing more than dreams. You and a thousand other people in this village alone claim to be sent by God to bring this mess of a land into the light. The days of our glory have been gone for generations and they will remain that way. There is no Pope, there is no Chur.." "Shut up!" screamed Antonio, Tiago looked at him shocked. Antonio picked up an empty bottle and twisted it in his hands, as almost as if he was in a trance. "Antonio, put the bottle down now" Tiago said, a slight anxiety coming through. Antonio chuckled. "Are you scared Tiago, hmm? Haha! What is there to be scared off, hmm? I'm only a 16 year old boy, what can I do?" He swirled the bottle around his hand, his gaze fixed on Tiago, walking slowly forwards. "You know, Tiago, those rumours. They're true you know. I killed Luis. He was a liability, he held me back. You know I killed my Nonna too. She held me back more than anyone else. I poisoned her. Do you think I won't kill you? You said that I wasn't the Don yet....well, I think I am actually." With that Tiago pulled out a small knife from his pocket and lunged for Antonio. Antonio was too quick though and moved out the way to the side before smashing the bottle over Tiago's head. Tiago fell to the floor, blood gushing although he was not dead yet. Antonio kicked him hard twice and Tiago moaned. Then he picked up the knife Tiago had dropped and went over to Tiago. He bent down and lifted up Tiago's head. "I don't even have a scratch Tiago. You taught me well!" Within a second it was over. He slit Tiago's neck and Tiago was dead. ********************* Antonio became the Don of the mafia that night. No one opposed him. Tiago had never been beaten in a fight but Antonio had done it. They just accepted Antonio as Don and hoped that his plans would bring them prosperity. And they weren't to be disappointed, unless it appeared to Antonio that they had let him down. And then they were publicly murdered. Within 10 years, Antonio had taken over so many mafia's that everyone had lost count. Antonio had become an extremely powerful man. Some say the most powerful in the land formerly known as Catholic Europe although there were other men who, together, could challenge Antonio, though they didn't for fear that they would lose. Antonio's thirst for power and dominance though was never quenched. He had riches beyond his wildest dreams, his lust for violence was constantly filled as he ruled over his lands with a bloody fist. But still he wanted more, still he had those dreams every night, of fire, of something more than what he had right now. He knew what it was though. He had to re-unite Catholic Europe, under his rule, and return her to her former glory. All he was now, was a glorified warlord, a glorified Don. He did not have an army. He did not have a nation at his beck and call, he did not have the glory of the former Popes, of the dos Santos Aveiro-Medici family. He need not have worried though for he had come to certain persons attention. Yes, Catholic Europe had lain as a barren, chaotic, anarchic, bloody and self-killing land but some kept their eye on this once powerful nation. They had their spies throughout Catholic Europe and they had noticed Antonio a long time ago. And now was the time. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Feb 24 2008, 08:07 PM Post #6 |
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“Adelina, it is always a pleasure.” Adelina grimaced in disgust as the man approached her. His voice was pitched a little too loud – ears still ringing with the noise of his transport’s engine no doubt. His clothes, while practical and smart, were horribly foreign. Worst of all the man was speaking in Latin. Beyond a shadow of doubt, in Adelina’s practiced eye, the man was Nagian. And if it was obvious to her, then it might well be obvious the pair’s enemies. “George, welcome to Genesis City.” George Dawghan smiled curtly at his contact’s Italian. He saw it as ‘going native’ and found the use of what he considered to be a bastardised peasant squall to be an insult to their heritage – English, would then have to be used to converse. Still George was a diplomat, and he did not let his displeasure show – despite the fact that he hated this city with a passion. In it’s prime – a prime before Dawghan’s time and lost to the history books – Genesis stood for everything Dawghan was opposed to. Now it was a place of anarchy and filth. Anarchy, Dawghan could deal with – it was just another word for opportunity. Filth was the cross he was silently bearing. Adelina made a gesture and the pair walked in stony silence together. Dawghan drank in the poverty as they walked the cracked and broken streets through mire and maze with Adelina driving them on towards the hidden treasure of the mineitor’s labyrinth. George didn’t want to be here. But his instructions came from the highest authority. Adelina didn’t want George to be here – for a start she hated the man on a professional and personal level, for another his presence meant only one thing. At last the pair reach their destination. George turned to his guide, “Thank you. I can take it from here.” Adelina didn’t even look back as George spoke – gone before the first syllable had left his lips. George let himself into the building before him. A gunshot. A split second – half before the shot, half after – to assess the situation. George was alive, unharmed, on both sides of the second: his composure, albeit barely, survived as well. A man, who had been kneeling, blindfolded, the moment before the shot did not share George’s good health: the moment after the shot saw not a kneeling man but a prone body in a pool of blood. Another man holds happiness in his hand, smoke wafting out of the barrel. George considers it best to ignore this strange welcome and continue with his speech as planned. “Mr. Ippolito, Don Antonio if you prefer, my name is George Dawghan. I come to you representing ACO Ltd a private company of Nag Ehgoeg and a number of Private Backers who have noticed your efforts in these lands. I thank you for taking the time out of your…” Dawghan makes a gesture at the body on the ground between the two men, “Obviously busy schedule to meet with me and apologise for any secrecy or deceit involved in arranging this meeting.” Dawghan had no idea what lengths Adelina had gone to in order to arrange this meeting. He vaguely hoped the executed man was killed for being one of the Don’s no doubt many enemies and not because he was a Nagian spy. Arranging the meeting had not been his job, so it wasn’t his concern. Spying on the remnant factions of Catholic Europe wasn’t his job either and nor was Mafia etiquette. “Since you are so obviously a busy man, I shall get right to the point. We have heard the prophecies you have made about yourself. We have seen the success you have had in taming these wild lands. We would back you. Provide you with weapons, food, medicines. We would help you in your quest – we would have you reunite your people and rebuild your nation. For years we have watched, waited for you, Antonio, and I am here to give you what you desire. In exchange, of course, for your partnership. And in time, when your destiny is fulfilled and your lands restored, your co-operation when we cast our eyes to lands outside beyond what was once Catholic Europe.” Dawghan let the words hang in the air. That was his pitch. His cards on the table. He was a cog in the machine, and he was turning… **** OOC: We can play this out blow by blow, you can do the rest of the meeting or we can skip the meeting and just assume it turned out in a way that we find agreeable. Your choice. In fitting with the style being used in the thread, I suggest skipping forward – but I’m more than happy to do the meeting in detail if you want (it is, after all) the basis of what’s to come. I’m happy to edit anything if you ask. I’m happy for you to turn Dawghan down and for me to send another representative. This was all typed up at 01:00 so it’s not my best – and if anyone deserves my best it’s you with this. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Apr 1 2008, 10:27 AM Post #7 |
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That first meeting turned into many. Antonio recognised opportunity when he saw it, and he saw it in the Nagians – just as they saw opportunity in him. The mafia was a powerful tool: an umbrella organisation. A way of life. Much like Nag Ehgoeg’s ACO, and the two organisations found themselves more than compatible. Antonio wanted what Nag Ehgoeg wanted: Catholic Europe, unified and rebuilt. And so that was what they worked towards. At first Nagian involvement was small: supplying Antonio’s mafia with better weapons, drugs, equipment and food. Then men: to not only to fight alongside Antonio’s criminal organisation but to train them into more than a gang or a family. Antonio now had an army. With jeeps and the petroleum to fuel them, Antonio’s influence began to expand exponentially. His men better armed, armoured and equipped than the scattered rural masses, village after village – towns and settlements – found themselves coming under his banner. Don Antonio became a hollow title. He was head of the mafia, yes, but he had a true army. He dispensed supplies (originating from Nag Ehgoeg) among those who accepted him as their leader – bringing food to the starving. Rumours spread like wildfire across Catholic Europe: rumours of fire and bread in every home, rumours of medicines for the sick – all for those who accepted Antonio Christofo as their leader. The Nagians called him Caesar. By the end of the Georgian War, Antonio had achieved a rudimentary control over the majority of the lands of Catholic Europe. Provinces were too far flung, roads too poor, to exercise any amount of meaningful control. But the world was starting to realise that the winds of change were blowing in Catholic Europe. And blowing they were. Now was the time to rebuild. The first wave of Nagian support to hit Catholic Europe was massive. With Georgia secured (and the Ottomen and Kienslandians counted as friends) one hundred thousand Nagian Infantry were flown across the friendly strip, while two million civilians were landed by sea and air to begin reconstruction. First would be the clearing of airstrips. Then roads, rail and reestablishment of power and telephone lines. The Catholic European populous would be chipped to keep track of them, then the rebuilding of heavy industry would begin. Antonio’s vision was coming true around him. More than the face of the operation, he was brilliant, directing the Nagians where needed, keeping order within the mafia and the populous at large. Ruthless and determined. The rebuilding of Catholic Europe would take time: it was a massive nation that had suffered much. And it would take money. Nag Ehgoeg alone would only be able to do so much, but Nag Ehgoeg would not be alone in its efforts for much longer. There was no way the world would remain ignorant of Nag Ehgoeg’s involvement any longer. Catholic Europe was about to be put back on the map. **** NNN This is NNN. “Caesar” Antonio Nero Tito Ippolito Christofo has been declared the ruler of Catholic Europe. Nag Ehgoeg, in honour of our ties to the once great nation, has offered its full economic support to rebuilding the shattered nation and has made a plea to our allies to aid us in this worthy cause. |
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| NRE | Apr 4 2008, 08:43 AM Post #8 |
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The Holy Catholic Commonwealth of Neo-Macedonia fully denounces Antonio Nero Tito Ippolito Christofo's claims to the leadership of Catholic Europe. It's people and it's lands belong to the Holy Mother Church of Genesis City. Anything beyond the Papal crown is an abomination to the legacy and heritage of this most sacred and historic land. We submit a formal denial to recognize this new leadership an government and encourage other nation's to follow suit, especially those who still declare themselves of the Genesian faith. To do anything less would and should be considered heresy. -Chancellor Johannes Whitmore The Holy Catholic Commonwealth of Neo-Macedonia |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 4 2008, 11:29 AM Post #9 |
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OOC- Since this occurs after the Georgyptian war.... IC- -Official Statement from the Dominion Foreign Relations Bureau- "The World Military Dominion hereby recognizes the rule and the legitimacy of His Excellency, Caesar Antonio, and wishes to extend a hand of diplomacy to the one who brought order to the most lawless of lands." |
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| Filo | Apr 4 2008, 01:13 PM Post #10 |
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-- Hungary recosgnizes Antonio as Ruler of the former Catholic Europe. Hoping that relation the two country will be friendly and wisely oriented. -- Janos Walker, foreign minister of Hungary. |
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| Alberto | Apr 4 2008, 01:19 PM Post #11 |
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Marslavan ducal family is scandalized seing how a Cafone, a parvenu, a violent mafioso, a miserable paesano can take power in a so great land as Italy . |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Apr 4 2008, 02:18 PM Post #12 |
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Nag Ehgoeg, as a former nation of the Holy League before it's collapse, recognises the claims made by our one time allies of Neo-Macedonia. However, we remind them that the Dos Santos bloodline is broken and rent and there simply is no Papal crown. Mr. Christofo is a Catholic European - born and bred. Not a foriegn conquerer. And he believes feverently in Christ and the old teachings of Genesis. He is a man inspired by visions of god. A man with great leadership skills who has sucessfully united, first small parts of Catholic Europe and now huge swaths of land. He has had connections to organisations that would be considered unsavoury in a civilised Catholic Europe - but a civilised Catholic Europe has not existed for a very long time. It is foolish to fault a man for doing what was necessary to survive and repair his war torn home. Nag Ehgoeg does not remember Neo-Macedonia offering humanitarian or spiritual aid to Catholic Europe. We do not ask any faithful Genesian state recognise Catholic Europe, under Mr. Christofo, to be the head of the One True Christian Church. It is clear that god has (not yet) revealed Mr. Christofo to be a great spiritual leader and as such - for matters of faith - we ask Genesians to think of Catholic Europe as being in a continued state of anarchy. However, allies of Catholic Europe should rejoice that Catholic Europeans once more have strong leadership that will rebuild their shattered nation. |
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| Draxis | Apr 9 2008, 03:20 PM Post #13 |
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Draxis will recognize Antonio Christopho as the legitimate ruler of Catholic Europe. If the nation of Catholic Europe requires or wishes aid, Draxis will offer all that is required. Signed Grand Duke Alexander Drax |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Apr 9 2008, 06:14 PM Post #14 |
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Drax aid will be most welcome by the citizens of Catholic Europe. Recent happenings in Georgia have caused some feelings of resentment towards Draxis from Nag Ehgoeg but we shant let matters of politics interfere with what is best for Catholic Europe. OOC: I'm mostly waiting on the Dominion to move this forward by getting them to rearm CE. Unless CE wants to post IC or anyone else wants to aid the civilian rebuilding, this thread isn't going to be as interesting as I hoped for a while. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 9 2008, 06:24 PM Post #15 |
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OOC- Why didn't you say so! :D IC- The International Machine Consortium, in close association with the Davaedavech Design Bureau , would be happy to rearm the great nation of Catholic Europe. - Statement from the Office of Eduard Krantz, IMC CEO |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Apr 10 2008, 12:12 PM Post #16 |
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OOC: Yeah. I'm waiting on the Dominion to be fully formed and public before Archimedes makes the proposal to the Dominion at large. Which means getting the VC and Veta situations sorted out before kicking off into full swing. But hey - if you want to get invovled now you're more than welcome. Also… despite the fact the concept of Antonio Christofo was my idea… I don’t know exactly where CE wants to go with this. But hey. I’ll just carry on until CE says otherwise. IC: Nag Ehgoeg’s economy hit into high gear to finance the reconstruction of Catholic Europe. Antonio’s vision of a Catholic Europe reborn stronger than it ever was before was strong and demanding. Anarchy had robbed electricity from practically the entire nation, plunging it into the dark ages and making the task before Nag Ehgoeg a mammoth one. But it was not an insurmountable task. Nag Ehgoeg had no need to modernise and rebuild the whole of Catholic Europe, just to get it back on its feet so it can take over its own rebuilding. And Nag Ehgoeg would not be alone in its task. Press statements were released declaring Antonio the ruler of Catholic Europe. The massive anti-air emplacements Nag Ehgoeg deployed in Georgia had been rerouted to Catholic Europe: unscheduled air traffic would be shot down with extreme prejudice. Catholic Europe was a mammoth nation and gateway into the Middle East from Europe – other nations would recognise the authority and legitimacy of Antonio’s government and they would ask permission before flying over. Military might was seen as the fastest way of establishing that Catholic Europe was a nation with a ruler, no-longer an archaic wasteland that could be politically ignored (like Kiensland). Kasynian aid had proved invaluable in stepping up the rearming of Catholic Europe. Militias formed by Nag Ehgoeg, equipped with dated army surplus, were being drilled into a modern army. As far as Dawghan and Nag Ehgoeg were concerned, things in Catholic Europe were progressing nicely. But there were tensions. Neo-Macedonia still had not accepted the legitimacy of the new government. Overtures would have to be made to both the former Holy League states – and, indeed, the powerful Orthodox Church. Antonio was a man of passion, whether or not that would be a good thing or bad when dealing with the other Christians remained to be seen. But sooner or later, there would have to be a meeting of leaders. |
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| Rafzakael | Apr 10 2008, 12:17 PM Post #17 |
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The Syndicat congratulates Mr. Christofo on his remarkable success in the reorganization of Catholic Europe. Should he desire any assistance in training or arming the Catholic European military forces, we would be pleased to aid in any way possible. |
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| Catholic Europe | May 1 2008, 11:13 AM Post #18 |
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OOC: I'm posting the coronation of Antonio as Caesar. IC: Antonio had waited for this day all his life. He knew that this is what he had been born for, what God had been preparing and leading him to all his life. He had re-united and pacified all of Catholic Europe into one single behemoth again. He had rebuilt large parts of her and would continue to rebuild this nation back into its former glorious self. But now was the time for his own glory to be recognized. The Maria Cathedral, formerly the seat of the Papacy of Catholic Europe and for a long time a ruin and shadow of its former self, had been rebuilt specifically for this day. Antonio however had made a number of changes. He had doubled its size and increased its splendour if ever that had been possible. The Lord only knows how many men died making this building but Antonio had wanted this building to be erected through blood, the blood of Catholic Europeans, the blood of men who had died for their Chosen Leader, for Antonio. Outside the Cathedral hundreds of thousands of people had turned up to see the coronation. Nobody had ruled Catholic Europe for generations and generations. And the last secular ruler to have ruled Catholic Europe had been millenia ago when the country was plunged into its first Civil War, which had marked the beginning of Catholic Europe's golden age, the age of the Papal family of dos Santos Aveiro-Medici. It was not lost on Antonio that he was to spark the second glorious age of Catholic Europe, that he was destined to be its founding father. Inside the Cathedral, it was packed. Perhaps some 10,000 people were inside, seated and standing. The military presence was very obvious. Machine guns lay next to statues of saints, armed soldiers stood next to nuns, monks and priests. Foreign dignatries were few and far between. By far the largest foreign contingent was the Nagian one. But then they had practically funded everything that had happened in Catholic Europe. Antonio himself had just arrived outside the Maria Cathedral, flanked by a dozen security SUV's and hundreds of armed guards. Gunshots were fired in honour of him as he got out of his car and made his way into the Cathedral. There he met up with the newly created Archbishop of Genesis City, appointed by Antonio, who had been Antonio's personal priest and friend for a long time, since Antonio was in his early teenage years. And then they walked into the Cathedral and the coronation began. Antonio had wanted the coronation to resemble as much as possible the papal coronations of the past, which it did. But he was also keen to ensure that his coronation was different and that the world would know that he was not a Pope but a Caesar and so he included aspects that were akin to the coronation of the ancient Roman Emperors. But oen thing which stood out from it all was the actual placing of the crown on Antonio's head. From atop a cushion and underneath a silk sheet emerged a crown of thorns, exactly like the one of top of Christ's head, as he hung from the crucifix, as could be seen from the image of Christ's crucifixation hanging behind Antonio. As Antonio was crowned with this golden crown of thorns, the image was not lost on anymore as Antonio presented himself as the new Messiah. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | May 4 2008, 07:47 AM Post #19 |
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The Coronation was displayed throughout Nag Ehgoeg. The loyal Genesian Catholics huddled around their TV sets wondering what this would mean. Truly Antonio had rebuilt the land of the church and was a man guided by God… but what did all this mean? He was not a Pope, that much was true, but he sat in the seat of power and as a great spiritual leader. Meanwhile, ACO Ltd – backed by the awesome machinations of the IMC – continued to rebuild the broken Catholic Europe. While the formation of the Dominion was still secretive, Nag Ehgoeg was already busy inviting dozens of nations to a world trading conference to boost the economies of its allies and the massive economic might of the Dominion was already being channelled into the rebuilding – and more importantly, rearming – of Catholic Europe. In New Nag Ehgoeg, the news of a new ruler of Catholic Europe spread like wildfire. Already heretical groups – both denouncing Antonio and supporting him as the second coming – had sprung up and were straining the resources of the Inquisition. |
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| Catholic Europe | Jun 6 2008, 08:43 PM Post #20 |
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A large conference hall in the middle of Genesis City Things had been progressing well for Caesar Antonio. With Nagian money he had brought Catholic Europe out of the wilderness and was setting her back on the world stage. However, there were now those who sought to usurp him and take the credit that was due to him...or so he thought and, for Antonio, his thoughts were all that were needed. He had decided that those that were secretly working against him, or so he believed as was typical of his paranoid mind, needed to be dealt with and dealt with they would be. All his mafioso had been called to this meeting, some 600 people, those who were directly under his control, some might say the people who embodied Antonio throughout the country whilst he remained in Genesis City. They sat waiting for Antonio as he made his way to the conference hall, late. He finally arrived and, surrounded by his own personal security, he walked into the conference hall and down to the steps to the bottom where he took his seat, facing everyone who sat in rows in a semi circle in front of him. They all stood up and bowed their head to their Caesar and only sat down when he said they could. And then began the nights proceedings. "My brothers" Antonio addressed them, in typical clerical fashion which he had now started to use, "you may all be wondering why I have called all of you here this evening. Believe me, I would not have done this, I would not have halted the breakneck-speed at which we are reconstructing our glorious land, unless it was of the most important matter. And this, I say, is indeed of the utmost importance." He stopped and stood up. His eyes fixed and determined, with deadly intent in them. He looked around at the people sitting in front of him slowly. Many felt an unease rush over them when they sensed that Antonio was looking at them. They remained deadly silent. "Treachery, brothers. That is why we are here. Treachery. That is right. Indeed, treason brothers! For you all purport to be totally united in rebuilding Catholic Europe and totally obediant to me as your Caesar but, in reality, some of you are actively planning against me. To overturn me, to have me assassinated even and to disobey Gods plans and wishes - that is to say the reconstruction of Catholic Europe with me as her Caesar." He paused again. A slight smirk on his face appeared and he picked up a wad of paper which he had put on his table when he had got to the conference hall. "I have here" he said in a raised and somewhat controlled angry voice "documents that detail the extent to which a number of you have been planning against me! Umberto Gianini!" Antonio turned his head to his left and looked Umberto straight in the eye. Ignoring everything else around him. Umberto looked horrified and began to protest his innocence. "Caesar, I have been nothing but a faithful servant to you and Go..." "SILENCE" screamed Antonio and Umberto shut up immediately "do NOT protest to me you lying, treacherous bastard! Did you think that I wouldn't find out, that I would not know what you have been doing?! You stupid fool. Of course I would and you will be punished for it. Guards!" With that around 10 guards from the back of the conference hall went straight to Umberto. Umberto began to scream his innocence, pleading with Antonio, even crying. Antonio ignored this and the guards grabbed Umberto and dragged him down to Antonio. Meanwhile, around another hundred guards had come into the back of the hall. Guns showing. Umberto was forced onto his knees infront of Antonio. Antonio pulled out of his pocket a gun and shot Umberto in the head immediately. Umberto fell back and lay deadly still. "You see, my brothers, that to cross me is to cross God and to, effectively, commit suicide. I will not tolerate anyone who works against me." With that he began to read out the names of a further 50 people, who were all seized by guards and taken outside the hall where they were shot immediately. People inside in the hall began to chant 'long live Caesar' loudly and boisterously, though you could hear the anxiety in their voices. Antonio was clearing his family of cancer and next he would cure the nation. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Jun 28 2008, 10:44 AM Post #21 |
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-Private and Secure- Caesar, your rule is secure. With the backing of the Nag Ehgoeg and the IMC your Catholic Europe is once more a worthy state in the Middle East. Your vision and devotion to God and your Cause has made this possible, and the cleansing of traitors from within your inner circle has made you strong. Nag Ehgoeg believes it is time to reach out to the lost and scattered Catholics. To show the world that you are God’s chosen instrument. We entreat you to call a grand conclave of all the Catholic States to Genesis that your munificence in guidance may be recognised. That the world may know you as the saviour you are. Nag Ehgoeg’s three billion loyal Catholics are ready to acknowledge you as the head of the Genesian Church. We are confident that the other hold-outs of the Faith will do so as well. Undoubtedly, some will continue to hold out for a Pope and some will mistrust you – but Nag Ehgoeg believes that you will stand as a shepard to the lost sheep. That you will lead the Loyal Catholics of the world into a bright new age. That the One True Church – with you at its head – will stand beside the Nag Ehgoeg and wield the World Military Dominion as a weapon of Righteous Vengeance against the Colognians, Orthodox, Solarans and other pretenders to the Faith. Edited by Nag Ehgoeg, Jul 17 2008, 07:49 AM.
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| Catholic Europe | Jul 21 2008, 07:21 AM Post #22 |
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OOC: Ah, sorry I've been neglecting this! I will endeavour to be more active on this now! IC: -Open Telegram- My fellow brothers in faith, For what seems like an eternity now, we have been disconnected and lost in the darkness. Our faith, the One True Faith, was once the most powerful religious force that this world had ever seen. We were united, as one, in the face of Satan and his followers, spreading and fighting for Almighty God and His Church. Now I call you all to Genesis City so that we can seek to rebuild our bridges and once more become wholly united in faith and in direction. I pray that you do take up this invitation lest peril should strike our faith, our Church and your souls once more. Caesar Antonio I |
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