The Time of Eight
Approximately 1507
Southern Himyar Coast
Southwestern Nuttian Territories
While many northern European nations found themselves entering new ages of Enlightenment and an expansion of scientific thought and technology during the 1400-1600s; the Nuttian Territories were less...
Before the Eyes of the Lord
Christmas Eve 1849
Pokefurt
It was a quaint service to Alfred. Noticeably bored, but at least mildly amused by the Nativity Play presented by the Archdiocese in which they had made a point to include Nuttian, Franken, and mixed children in as many different...
Laying Foundation
One Week Before Christmas 1849
Pokefurt
The Duke of Schlesnitz sat at a round table of men, mostly older Franken businessmen who had immigrated to the Nuttian Territories for quick and easy wealth, though there were two older Nuttians among them. All at the table were...
Oh Milad Al-Massih, Oh Milad Al-Massih
One Week Before Christmas, 1849
Pokefurt
In one of the taller buildings in Pokefurt, sat an innocent if unusually plain looking laboratory. Sophisticated for its time, it was still rudimentary compared to some of the facilities in the northern reaches...
Ladies!
Tired of your man never trimming that uneven warrior beard? Sick of always having to scrub the
blood of Germans off his virile kilt? Would you even like to have sex on top just once?
Ladies if you said yes to any of these questions,
you need to leave that heathen Warreic husband of...
A Southern Christmas
Mid-December 1849
Pokefurt
The train puffed and churned, slowly coming to a halt in the center of Pokefurt. Over the twenty years of Franken occupation and immigration the uninhabited island had grown to a bustling industrial town of roughly 30,000, with a healthy mix of...
A Monumental Discovery..Pt2
December 1849
Pokefurt
Extensive tests had been undertaken at the camp site at Mount Nuttae, and through the rather peculiar mixing of the strange metal with Nitric and Hydrochloric acids, the chemists in the camp had managed to extract an unusual yellow powder...
As a part of my new campaign to 'Make the South Beautiful Again' I support this.
also if you could color everything the traditional green of the Nuttian Empire I'd appreciate it :)
The Prophesy
October 1849
After a month of riding with his bodyguard in tow, the High Cleric Hadiidh had reached the tribal seat of Nuttae, disheveled and worn down but nonetheless at his destination. After the death of the Caliph the Nuttae had embraced their recognized leader Shaheeb...
A Monumental Discovery..pt1
Fall 1849
While the Prince was off in Pokefurt making preparations for the arrival of his elder brother and his new bride, the High Cleric Hadiidh was deep in the interior of Nuttyland. Working with Franken engineers and investors, the High Cleric was laying out...
*bzzt*
Screen flickers.
"This is on, right?" "Yes it's on! Imbecile!" Thick Nuttian accents..
Good Evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the first installment of European International News! We bring you unfiltered the stories from around Europe that everyone will be talking about at your...
Corrupted Mind, Corrupted Future
Spring 1849
The cleric was a shrewd man, wise in his old age and far more powerful than he had ever dreamed he would become. Appointed by the Franken to be the Chief Advisor to the Prince on Native Affairs, he had gained a very dangerous position. From his...
I'm pretty sure that's something that even a historical expert couldn't explain to me. I'm not saying it should be greened, I'm fine with you having it. I just have issues understanding the logistics of its existence. PM me the appropriate background if you want, but again, I don't care, I'm...
Take it up with the mapmaker. Our arbitrary statement remains though. I would be interested in how your nation realistically came to support a landlocked colony in the middle of no where. I mean if I'm going to the lengths of hashing out how I can still be in the south when everything is...
We've decided arbitrarily that anyone who claims spot S6(the ugly square) will be multi-laterally bombed into the stone age, and the spot will be forcibly sunk, through RP.
:)
Clash of the Penguins
March 16th, 1848
The winter season passed with little incident, other than near daily raids on both sides. The Franken reinforcements had finally arrived, and now was the time to take the plunge into the Interior. Enough resources had been spent, time wasted, and now...
From Bad to Worse
December 1847
As the year grew to a close, Ramadan came upon the tribes as it always did. A time of peace, for remembrances, and new beginnings. The Council had by this point stopped meeting, the Caliph exercised his authority among the Seven unilaterally, or at least to...