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The City of Noskaftafellthing; In relation to Esternarx
Topic Started: Jan 28 2011, 10:19 PM (744 Views)
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Noskaftafellthing, Iceland

This city, (and the surrounding area,) on the southeastern coast of Iceland, having long been trading both economically and culturally with sovereign Esternarxians, both migratory seasteaders and their more stationary island-dwelling fellows, can best be described as culturally Esternarxian, with a strong Anarcho-Viking subculture. And to the extent that the vast majority of its peaceful inhabitants are themselves sovereign individuals loosely affiliated with the Alliance of Sovereigns of Esternarx, it can be thought of as essentially part of Esternarx proper.

In the event of the attempted formation of a state, (i.e. a coercive monopoly on law, justice, defense,) in the area, or the attempted invasion of the area by a foreign state, this would sufficiently interfere with the trade and social order of Esternarx as a whole that activists, resistance fighters, insurance companies, and private protection companies from all over Esternarx would come to the aide of its inhabitants.

Noting this, and that the ancient Icelandic-Esternarxian traditions of decentralized governance and polycentric law are widely practiced in Noskaftafellthing, the following changes should be made to the European Continent map in order to better reflect the geopolitical situation of this small portion of southeast Iceland:

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Compared to other large cities in Esternarx, like Agora, Esternarius III, Eldorado Atlantica, and many of the floating cities, Noskaftafellthing might seem a rather sleepy, conservative town. With her back to mountainous glaciers and her front greedily absorbing the vast thermal output of old Sol as he passes daily across her southern sky, she is a solar city, and has an unparalleled charm and beauty all her own. With the exception of the historic downtown area, most of the homes and buildings in the city are built partially underground to take advantage of the earth's thermal constant and many incorporate greenhouses on their southern sides in order to utilize passive solar heating. A decentralized network of hundreds of thousands of photovoltaic arrays track the sun and provide energy for the city's inhabitants. A stroll down one of the city's typical streets feels more like a walk in the countryside, as the shops and homes on either side are one with the hills, the grass, the flowers, the trees, and the earth, rather than standing apart from them as in so many cities elsewhere.

The usual supply of uniquely Esternarxian goods and services, (guns, cheap electronics, psychoactives of all varieties, and prostitutes,) can still be found here as easily as anywhere else in the Alliance, but for some reason seem less gaudy nestled into hillsides and behind their flowery greenhouse atriums. Noskaftafellthing is famous throughout the world for her five-star spas, steam baths, hot tubs, and saunas, the perfect places for cold, weary, travelers to get warm and relax their minds and bodies. In addition, local artisans and craftsman of all varieties can be found vending their wares, from fine wooden furniture to glass art, from bonsai gardens to hand-sewn wool hats, and from medieval weaponry forged with traditional techniques honed over centuries, (a favorite of the many self-styled Vikings who live and work in the city,) to huge, beautifully wood-paneled-interior, custom longsteads, (basically modern longboats comfortable enough to live in year-round.)

Can you not hear the siren call of Noskaftafellthing, dear merchant? She begs to be exploited, used, enjoyed, ravaged of her worldly wealth, (peacefully and voluntarily of course,) and all she asks in return is a few of your coins of silver and gold.
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The Republic of Porcu provides full recognition to the City of Noskaftafellthing as a member of the Alliance of Sovereigns of Esternarx.
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A letter was sent to the various elites in the city, sent from a section of the docks owned and operated by some mysterious multi-ethnic people hailing from South America. It was a simple note that read:

"I represent the Pirates of Garzburgh, and I wish to do business with you."

- The Chimera of Garzbugh
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Jeremy Monsoon stared at the letter in his hands. He had read and re-read it at least a dozen times by now but he still wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. He'd heard of the idea of one person representing many others, of course, but this was so rare in Esternarx that he'd never personally encountered it before. It seemed a bit strange, though not out of the question, that several individuals would voluntarily choose another individual to act as their representative.

But then there was the word, "pirates..." Pirates, for Loki's sake! Jeremy had never met a pirate before, though his uncle, who lived on a seastead and whose yearly round-trip migration from Prosperitas to the Caribbean ran through pirate territory, had told him blood-curdling stories of pirates assaulting his caravan, only to be driven off by the heavily-armed seasteaders and their protection company. It made for exciting tales, but he was less than sure he wanted to meet one of these folk. Even so, it never occurred to Jeremy to think that this mysterious correspondent may have been representing others without their consent, and so believing that anyone, even a "pirate," who was so benevolent and trustworthy that multiple individuals would choose him to represent them, couldn't be all that bad.

Do business, eh? Jeremy's main business was manufacturing and selling hallucinogenic soft drinks, and he was rather successful at it. Monsoon Soda was a hit, at least in Noskaftafellthing and to a lesser extent the rest of Esternarx, but he'd been hoping to expand his customer base to other countries, (perhaps countries whose governments disapproved of such beverages.) While the risk would be greater, the increased profits he could make from charging more in these countries with artificially reduced supply was very tempting.

Jeremy had considered hiring an Esternarxian-based smuggling company, but so far none of them had offered him a deal he found acceptable. Perhaps these Garzburghers could move his products for him. He strapped on his semi-automatic pistol, his longsword, and his stealth audio-video recorder, and stepped out onto the wide, grassy avenues of the city.

Within minutes he arrived at the area of the docks where the letter had originated, and stood watching as workers loaded and unloaded crates and cargo of all sizes.
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A group of men came out, dressed in a hodgepodge of captured military uniforms. They were well armed but seemed relaxed, and were smiling.

"A responder to the letter?" one of them asked. The man nodded.

"Excellent," said another, "I am Jean-Pierre Mallude, I represent the interests of Garzburgh in the free city. These men are volunteers."

He made a sweeping gesture toward the others as he said the last.

"We are a small operation here in the free city, as the Chimera wants to make sure good business can be done before others are sent here to explore and invite more opportunities. So what do you offer? What do you want? Let's make a deal!"
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The Russian Empire had noticed the spread of the anarchists into Iceland and decided to monitor the situation with suspicion, as they always did when it came with the Esternarxian people. They would do so silently for now, as their attention was slowly be turned away from Europe to another corner of the globe.
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Jeremy pulled from a pocket in his heavy coat a five-pack of small sodas labeled Monsoon Inner Eye Soda, the most mildly psychoactive flavor his company produced, and passed it to the group of Garzburgh's volunteers.

"I'm sure you know what it is I have to offer. You wouldn't have contacted me if you didn't. These are on me; enjoy. Inner Eye tastes like something between blueberry and watermelon, and has effects similar to cannabis indica. I also have four other flavors for sale, Outer Eye, Third Eye, Shpongloid, and Cosmic Voyage, with effects comparable to those of psilocybin, dmt, lsd, and a mixture of the above spiked with ecstacy. They range in price from 7 to 13 grams of silver per five-pack, but I can give you a discount if you buy in bulk. Also, I'm sure I don't need to point out to you gentlemen that these are competitive prices for Esternarx, but could be easily marked up four or five times over for most of the world's black markets. Now, how many do you need?"
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Mallude gave a wide smile. The product was exquisite. The prices would be passed on to the consumers directly along with whatever profit the pirates wished to extract for themselves at the time and place.

"And what can you offer us in return for our services?" he asked before giving an answer to the question, "What are you capable of giving us? Money is only necessary for transaction, we have no particular love for it outside of that. Land, technology, weapons...something tangible to actually use. Depending on what you have to offer, we'll trade it for tonnage of product to be distributed to the expansive markets of South America."

He also wondered if any of the other major players in this city had recieved any notices. The more business, the more they could get out of their experience here. And the more trouble for others outside the free city...
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Jeremy stood quietly for a moment as he considered what Mallude was saying.

"I am a simple man. I own enough land to live and work in, and no more. I possess no technological secrets that cannot be freely read on the nets, indeed even the recipe for my soda is widely available, though I doubt many others have the skill and expertise necessary to replicate my products. I believe you will find that patents, copyright, and intellectual property are rather antiquated concepts here, and whatever trade secrets still exist do so because they are just that, secret. As for weapons, I am not an arms-dealer, though I can refer you to an excellent vendor of both modern and medieval weaponry. Here -" he drew his longsword and offered it hilt-first to the other man.

Intricately inscribed on the part of the blade nearest the hilt was a map of the free city, so exquisitely detailed that one familiar with the area could easily discern their present location and relative distance to the one landmark on the map: a weapons bazaar on the outskirts of old-town.

"I hope you find what you are looking for, friend. I only answered your letter on a lark, and I'm certain you would have better luck if you simply browsed the many shops and stalls of the city. I have shown you my product, it is what I am offering, are you interested in purchasing any more? And if so, in what quantities?"
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Mallude's smile faded.

"We're interested in shipping, not mere purchase. If you want to ship your wares with us, we can corner you a market. But in return we need tangible products so as to barter or use. While we have silver and other intrisically valuable metals and stones, we're not interested in using it for your product. If you can give us something in return for opening up the market beyond the free city, we can insure your profits. And we could care less about trade secrets and whatnot. That's not what I'm discussing."

"If you can't help us, then we're sorry for wasting your time. We'll buy 200 bottles in the meantime for our personal consumption.

OOC- Come on, E, work with me here. Have someone else answer the letter if this guy ain't gonna do anything.
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OOC: (The letter was a bit vague, and I'm not even sure what "elites" means in the context of a stateless society.)

Monsoon again stood there for a moment and pondered the situation, trying to understand. The cold wind blowing in from the north Atlantic seemed to pick up.

"You want to ship some tonnage, okay, how 'bout this, then? In addition to those two hundred just for you, you buy eighteen-hundred more five-packs, at six grams Ag a-piece, any flavor, and that's a real bargain, and then since you seem confident in your ability to 'open up the market,' you ought to be able to sell them and quadruple your ruples, so to speak, if you gentlemen manage not to drink them all yourselves." and with that the soda-salesman winked.

As Mallude and his volunteers absorbed Jeremy's pitch, another respondent to the letter arrived on the scene.

A giant of a man, close to 7' tall and at least 300 pounds, and clad in relatively little considering the near-freezing temperatures, Hagar Roark was armed with an enormous battle-axe, held a suitcase in his off-hand, and was clearly connected to a portable heart monitor hooked up to a tactical nuclear bomb in his backpack. Were his heart to ever stop beating for longer than a minute, it would detonate. He was smiling jovially as he bounded up to shake Mallude's hand.

"Pirates, eh?" Roark asked somewhat hypothetically while vigorously shaking Mallude's hand, "I'll be wanting to ship out with you back to Garzburgh, if you've got room for me. I can make it worth your while." and with that he held up the suitcase.
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OOC- Cream of the crop is what I meant by elites, either in terms of influence or of business or of capability or whatnot. Sorry for any confusion.

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Mallude smiled again.

"We'll take that offer, Mr. Monsoon," he said as he motioned one of the other pirates to make the necessary preparations. He then turned toward Roark.

"Mr. Roark, we'd be happy to make space for you. We'll leave in the evening."

Hopefully now the Chimera base at the free city would start becoming profitable. Then things could get rolling.
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Knowing the nature of anarchic societies, but realizing the great potential in trade with Noskaftafellthing, officials in Ireland proceeded carefully. With no rules to follow but common sense, well-trained agents were dispatched to facilitate communications throughout the city. Fliers were put up in places deemed appropriate, notifications to the citizenry were made on the internet, and public speeches were made to ensure the populace of the Irish Empire good intentions.

A flier, if not defaced by a local, read as follows:

IRISH TRADE WITH NOSKAFTAFELLTHING

Good citizens of Noskaftafellthing,

The Empire of Ireland wishes to open trade with your city. Agents of several Irish businesses will arrive in Noskaftafellthing within the week. They will have escorts necessary to defend their persons and property. Trade fleets will be escorted by Irish warships as well, as we have noticed recent activity of unidentified vessels within nearby waters. We ask that you do not be alarmed by the presence of our forces as they are only for the protection of our own people and property. We fully recognize the freedom of Noskaftafellthing and its sovereign citizens. We will in fact come to the aid of your city should it ever be under the attack of foreign forces. Our interest with Noskaftafellthing is only in trade with the city, and trade must be defended to flourish. However, we know that actions speak louder than words, and we realized trust must be earned. We hope that our actions in the coming times will make us worthy of your trust.

We will be trading in various goods and in golden florins, which should be more than acceptable. We are particularly interested in exchanging cultural items and basic goods. Terms will be negotiated with the agents of the given business or organization. If it seems to be agreeable with the citizenry, we shall set up an Irish market within the city where negotiations may be carried out.

Thank you for your time.

Signed,

Donnchadh Ó hIcí, Minister of Commerce
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The fliers were largely ignored and/or defaced by the populace, as the term "citizen," and especially the oxymoronic "sovereign-citizen" were widely considered offensive or at least inapplicable. Additionally, the mention of setting up a centralized Irish marketplace was widely ridiculed, as once the floodgates of trade with Esternarx were opened, the ability of the Irish Imperial Government to tax and regulate their subjects would be crippled.

Most sovereigns of Noskaftafellthing chose not to change their behavior in the slightest in the face of the Irish proclamations, but a few organized anti-empire demonstrations during the official speeches, encouraging others to boycott trade with Ireland until they "cease their warmongering." These protests were, in general, small, loud, and mostly ineffective. Many, however, saw the opportunity for profit that Ireland's new open trade policies would facilitate, and chose to capitalize on the flood of new traders by making their storefronts as Irish-friendly as possible. Some hung Irish flags in their windows, others posted signs saying "Welcome" in the Irish language, and many began posting prices in Irish florins in order to make it as easy as possible for their new customers to do business with them.
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An Irish fleet appeared in sight of the soveriegns of Noskaftafellthing. Several trade ships plus a dreadnought and several destroyers as escort made up the fleet. Soon the trade ships and some military vessels were docking were sovereigns had granted them permission. Hundreds of independent merchants and representatives of several different companies disembarked from the trade ships with goods aplenty. Sailors and officers disembarked the military vessels for some R&R in the city, along with several Imperial Marines who were there to guard the merchants. Some Irish government officials had come to regulate their own proceedings, with instruction not to interfere with the natural proceedings of Noskaftafellthing. Seeing as the populace seemed in general to be against the idea of an Irish market, the idea was scrapped altogether.

There was also one vessel of different markings, those of the Red Hand. A lone Knight Brother disembarked from the vessel to investigate the city. He left his ship in the finest of the Brotherhood's power armor, intricately decorated and Gothic in style. He rode a great white war horse, also armored very well. He carried several weapons upon himself, being a claymore, a bastard sword, a stiletto, two revolvers, and a shotgun. Several more weapons were hanging from the war horse, as well as bags filled with golden and silver florins. He rode out into the city as perhaps the most heavily armed member of the Brotherhood, though his mission was only to trade for items of cultural value.

OOC: If you would rather certain parts of my presence were not here, I can edit it accordingly.
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A large district in the eastern part of the city, commonly called Little Eriu, had always been a hub of Irish culture in Noskaftafellthing. Originally settled by immigrants and expatriates from the Emerald Isle, it remains a center for the traditional Hibernian-Celtic subculture of the city to this day. As such, many of the Irish Imperial soldiers and sailors felt very much at home in the area, and an unofficial Irish market developed without any centralized planning on the part of the Irish Empire. Across the city, whether in Little Eriu or elsewhere, the shopkeeps and merchants were passively hostile to the Irish governmental regulators that tried to track the peaceful, voluntary exchanges of the Hibernians they considered their subjects. Any that were identified were placed on a public black list and widely ostracized by the local community.

It was down a wide main street of Little Eriu that Claire Freedhelm happened across this Irish Knight Brother of the Red Hand. She was herself sitting astride a beautiful black mare and dressed in kevlar armor and studded black leather. A Kiru Taoan katana and a Russian assault rifle crossed her back. The weather seemed to be threatening blizzard-like conditions, and so she wore a black scarf wrapped around her neck and face as protection from the wind and snow as well as to conceal her identity.

Claire was just on her way back from visiting her good friend and ally Ambassador Weeda Claus at his workshop built deep inside the Vatnajokull glacier. This icy fortress powered by geothermal energy was the single-largest hydroponic cannabis growing operation in the world, and could easily single-handedly supply the entire city of Noskaftafellthing with more of this medicinal and recreational herb than they could possibly use. As a large percentage of households in Esternarx grew some of their own in their own gardens or greenhouses anyways, nearly all of the product was exported to other parts of the world, in the form of Weeda Claus brand joynettes, hash-oil tinctures, and confectionery goods of all varieties. She was enjoying a pleasant euphoria from simply touring the facilities when she noticed the heavily armed and armored Irish Knight on his white war horse.

She spoke: "Hail, Knight of the Red Hand. What brings you to fair Noskaftafellthing this frigid day?"
Edited by East Anarx, Mar 11 2011, 01:56 PM.
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A group e-mal was sent out to all *.noskaftafellthing reading:
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Greetings free people of Noskaftafellthing. This e-mail comes from the free people of the Lambda League. Although as the sender of this message I know I cannot possibly represent all of my fellows; however I do have a good sized group of like minded merchants who would be interested in doing business with you, and since the end of some rather productive merchant ventures in recent years we seem to be overburdened with an abundance of gold and silver. We seek not to represent you in any trade or transactions but simply to purchase some of your fine goods for resale here and in other markets.

My group of thirty-five merchants will be ariving to your fair city by sea in one weeks time and look forward to engaging in some serious trading - we will be bringing with us several hefty trunks of gold and silver and hope to meet as many folks as wish to wheel and deal.

Yours truly;
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Irish merchants were joyous at there warm welcome, and made much mutual profit with the merchants of Noskaftafellthing. Imperial agents, on the other hand, quickly realized they were not wanted. Very few stayed to keep Irish trade in order, but ultimately things as they were in Noskaftafellthing had to be recognized and respected.

The Irish Knight was friend but cautious towards the female rider when answering her inquiry.

"Hail. I am here for cultural exchange, and nothing more... though it is refreshing to be greeted in so friendly a way. I am Sir Tadhg O'Dwyer, of the Derry Chapter. May I ask your name, milady?"
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The Esternarxian princess replied, "My name is Claire. It's nice to meet you, Sir Tadgh. Is there any particular cultural item you're looking for?"

Now that both of the riders had stopped their forward progress to chat, the falling snow began to slowly accumulate on their heads, shoulders, and horses.

"I am curious about the goings-on in old Eire these days, and in exchange for some information on that subject I would gladly give you a tour of my personal longstead. At the very least, it would get us out of this snow storm. What say ye?"
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"Of course. I would be glad to be your guest, and oblige your request. I am looking for anything of cultural value, really. To see your longstead is as much value to me as securing a piece of art or a Nordic blade. I'd really like to bring back one of those longboats to Ireland.

"As to your request... Ireland is in a transitional stage. We had been rebuilding from the last war with the British, but decisions were made within the Parliament that weakened Ireland. They actually cut the military budget completely, leaving the Brotherhood more or less as Ireland's sole defenders. Needless to say, the regular military has had to scale down. But between this and the downturn in the economy, the people started rioting, and now Parliament is no more, and we have an Emperor. I can't say I support him, Stiofan was a better High King, but it is good to see the old British institutions finally out of Ireland. He's given Ireland a chance become a unique society again. I just hope he doesn't screw it up."
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Claire listened and nodded politely as they made their way down the street towards the shipyard. They soon came to the most enormous longship the Irish knight had ever seen, with an intricately carved dragon's head on the prow and rows of shields along its length. Hundreds of oars protruded below the shields and a great black sail flapped softly in the wind. As they approached, a wide gangplank automatically extended and they rode their horses directly up into the ship.

On board, a full stable housed the horses in warm comfort while their riders ventured deeper into the ship on foot. Claire and her guest came into a large open hall, with a long table set with a traditional Icelandic feast. A beautiful golden-haired woman with large, voluptuous breasts was busily making last minute preparations for the meal but found time to hand a huge drinking horn filled with mead to Tadgh and smile sweetly before rushing off to the kitchen.

"That was my wife, Olga," Claire remarked to the knight as she gestured for him to sit, "She is a wonderful cook, and enjoys it immensely, but sometimes gets so carried away that she forgets common courtesies like introducing herself. I hope you don't mind having dinner with us before we tour the rest of the ship?"

Tadgh looked over the table and saw several kinds of cheese, rye bread, liver sausages, a sheep's head, cubed ram testicles, wind-dried haddock, and cured seal flippers.

Olga returned with what seemed the final platter of food and then sat down at the table next to Claire before saying, "Well, what are you waiting for, sillies? Dig in! Tell me what you think of the fermented shark, it's my first time trying to prepare it."
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Tadhg disarmed himself and removed his helmet before taking a seat. His red hair stopped just before his shoulders, and his beard was thick but well trimmed and groomed. His eyes were an intense emerald green, and his facial features were strong, though with a certain softness to them. As he took a seat he spoke, "Aye. It's been a while since I've had a good meal. I thank you." He bowed his head and silently said a short prayer before filling his plate with a serving of each of the delicacies. The hardy Irishman did not flinch when eating the fermented shark, "Ahhhh! Quite good, this." And the mead... the mead he especially enjoyed.
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As the Knight was just feeling the effects of the meal and the mead, Olga cleared away the dishes on the table in front of him and took them to the kitchen. She came back carrying a polished and intricately carved wooden box about the size of a large suitcase, which she placed on the table in front of Tadgh and opened unceremoniously. "Pick your poison, sailor," Olga remarked.

Inside the box was what appeared to be a very complete and carefully organized library of psychoactives. Depressants, stimulants, and hallucinogens were all thoroughly represented.

All of the drugs regarded as "intolerable" by the Brotherhood of the Red Hand were present, as were a multitude of other substances of dubious chemical composition, all clearly labeled.
Edited by East Anarx, Apr 20 2011, 11:23 PM.
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"My word! Quite the selection you have here. I'm afraid I'll have to go with something on the weaker end."

Tadhg took a pipe and filled it with fine tobacco. After lighting it he puffed away delighted by the sweet taste. "It's been a while since I've had a good smoke. Thank you, madam."
Edited by Sedulius, May 13 2011, 10:04 AM.
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