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The Empire of Cakrystan

Balder

Pakania wrote:
Dawn of a New Encounter - Intilkan
 And so Magdalena, Saila Dummagan, has chosen Pakania four full seasons ago to replace her as tribe leader. Though it's little time to apprentezise someone and transfer leadership, common word is that Pakania is truly spectacular and ambitious. Besides this, Magdalena is very old.

Pakania crouches against the thick ferns near Magdalena, Saila Dummagan. The wise woman lifts her fuzzy chin, smacking her lips as she smells in the air. Her mask hangs from her neck. Humidity and thick fruitful odours fill the nose of the younger suli beside. Curious long hands touch the shiny green leaves, feeling its bumps. The Magdalenanians are able to tell the time of day by many various factors, one of them includes the moistness on the leaves. The wetter they are, the earlier the sun has risen from its slumber. The leaves are dry. Up in the sky, the bright mellow sun shines without a cloud in the sky. It's a bit after the highest sun, with shadows slanting to indicate the sun is now on a journey to descend back to sleep.

The two suli are out so learn about the higher altitude of their lands. Pakania listens, even if Magdalena is of few words. She doesn't say much either, careful not to break the silence. Tula'na Perlaya, Pakania's favourite adornment, decorates her neck neatly. Her wini (type of bracelet) holds designs that have rhombus and other shapes and, though tempted to touch it absentmindedly, Magdalena would slap her lightly if she gets distracted again.

Finally, her leader speaks up, asking Pakania if there anything out of the ordinary.

Pakania says, "Suli, sadde."

They move on, their thick moccasins gripping on the dry ground beneath. The higher altitudes show tall mangroves and less vegetation than near sea level. Terarequí, their village and the one closest to where they find themselves, can be reached within one fourth of the highest sun's placement, though the sun has moved a lot since Magdalena and Pakania left Terarequí. They took their time, stopping to examine the many resources of the lands. This feels like second nature by now, though Magdalena insists on going to the mountains to show her the scenery.

Magdalena, Saila Dummagan herself is quite a sight. She wears many, many strings, all with shells, pearls and other precious items that looks prestige. Her arms are covered in tattoos and thick woven bracelets, both on the ankles as well. Bright and colourful mola decorates the long wrap skirt that thinly moves with the wind, loose enough to go hunting in but long enough it skims her woolen knees. Strips of bark held by a wooden band sits on Magdalena's dark head, typical of the leader of the tribe to wear. Her squinted murky brown eyes look to Pakania and she cracks a small grin.

Pakania looks back to her superior, striking hazel eyes that shine like pearls that any could get lost into. Though the young suli has no lover of her own, when time comes for her to take role of saila of the tribe, she'll need to think about giving birth to a heir or will need to resort to finding a suitable one, much like Magdalena with her.
Loincloth paired with a half skirt falls on her youthful hips, which are poised to leap at any given instant. Pakania feels a gust of wind blowing her long hair with some smaller strands braided neatly against her face. She, too, is decorated with mola, and her mask hides flush lips. Coconut fiber rope holds up her belt and the spear holder on her back, sharpened skillfully by her village's local weapon creator. Her belt holds many sharp items and has small pockets to carry ropes, different fruits and collection items.

Maybe it's the wind playing with the ferns but something tricks Pakania's eyes. Dark eyebrows frown as she spots movement many running strides away, perhaps two hundred strides away. Pakania unsheathes her spear at the ready and she feels Magdalena, Saila Dummagan, watching her crouch down low. Using the hunting technique, Pakania stretches her long legs and advances very slowly, making sure to use tree trunks and tall specks of vegetation to cover her. Magdalena, meanwhile, gently climbs up a tree to inspect from higher ground. She masterfully camouflages, so much so even Pakania wouldn't have noticed had she not been previously aware of her presence up there. Her old age doesn't stop her, though her speed is very much lacking.

Both watch as they spot what is making the movement. Four humans, much like themselves yet different, who wear different clothes and have sheathed spears. They come from the other side of the mountain. The Intilkans.
Little is known about them aside from their efforts to expand their territories and incorporating smaller tribes...or straight up slaughtering those who resist. Legends say they wield the power of the sun, melting sand to transparent and shiny solid tears.
The two largest tribes of Kutria haven't really formally met though contact by the people and theirs have been made previously over recounts of skirmishes at sea while hunting. As for why the Tribe of Magdalena hasn't been invaded remains unknown.

Pakania's fixed hazel eyes remain on the forefront individual {Sinchi Tocayriku}. She assesses him quickly. There is always a chance they've trespassed out of getting lost, which has been known to happen, according to those who's villages are near the ends of their lands, and not just with the Intilkans. Her hair falls gently on her face as her body becomes one with the soil. She ceases from moving to inspect them. They aren't too far now, perhaps two dozen leaps and Pakania could easily close the distance. She waits, curious to what they're up to. Should she find out they've come to steal their resources, they'd be given a stern talking to...or speared.
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Translations
Suli ––> Woman, but also used to say "No"
Tula'na Perlaya ––> Pearls
Wini ––> Traditional bracelets worn by the people
Suli, sadde. ––> No, there isn't.
Saila Dummagan ––> Great Leader
Mola ––> Mola - a type of hand-sewn cotton textiles that form part of traditional clothing or decoration. They feature intricate designs depicting flowers, animals, and other elements of nature, reflecting the tribe's connection to the environment. Molas are not only artistic expressions but also convey stories, myths, and cultural beliefs. The craft has been passed down through generations, preserving the tribe's cultural heritage.

this is very tuff

Pakania

Intilkan

Balder

Pakania wrote:
Dawn of a New Encounter - Intilkan (Continued)
 Pakania doesn't speak. She allows Sinchi Tocayriku to have the spotlight to talk and explain. He is introducing his tribe, bearing...omeb. Gifts? He is speaking still, so Pakania must wait. Sinchi Tocayriku talks of making peace as the two masirs behind him expose the boxes in greater detail from their attire...long and thick. The Intilkan warrior takes it from them and presents it to Pakania.

“This is our first gift,” he says as he opens the box and hands it to Pakania. “Leaves from the mountainous plants. Can be chewed for energy, or smoked in ceremonies for wisdom from the Sun.”

There is an eagerness in her eyes then, opening the box. How thoughtful, foreign leaves native to their lands that can be used in ceremonies. With careful, graceful hands, the young suli slips them in her belt pouch with other jungle cultivations from earlier. She creates a small wedge to try and seperate her previous finds with the omeb leaves but eventually places them in an empty pouch instead.

“Anmar. Nuedi omeba igar omebguedga, gwenedi saggedi sogedi Naa Muu dani galu sogguedgine,” Pakania says with firm gratitude. She's so formal and so young. The young girl four full seasons ago wouldn't recognize the well-spoken high-speak that she uses now, least of all introducing their tribe to the second biggest one in Kutria.

The second man hands Tocayriku the other box, which he promptly presents to Pakania. “Within this box lies the pupa of the Phantom Butterfly, a creature native to the mountains of Intilkan. Only one for you to get a taste of Intilkan, but if you would like, you can come see them. They are a sight to behold in large numbers.”

Her head tilts curiously and her hazel peepers reflect interest in the colours and shapes of the insect. Butterflies are fragile and so Pakania decides to keep it in its box. Closing the lid, the young suli grabs a larger slung pouch and makes a home inside for the box. What he said...he gives permission for her to visit Intilkan. If she wasn't so busy, perhaps in another life, she'd accept in a heartbeat. Just for a day, would it be wonderous to gallop in the mountanous plains above, to see the villages beyond theirs. But as leader, Pakania would have to focus only on the tribe. Her skills and knowledge are relied on by eight million, each village expecting her order and how to organize. Then, she'd need to look for a heir once time comes for her.

She tells Sinchi Tocayriku the phantom butterfly is beautiful, smiling with her eyes.

Finally, Tocayriku takes out a small glass orb from his own pockets and presents it to Pakania. “Here is a true cultural cornerstone of Intilkan.” He doesn’t hand it to Pakania at first, just holding it in her hand and allowing her to see. “It is infused with the power of the Sun. When you hold it, it reacts with the heat of your hand and shines bright. Look.”

This is a true omeb! The others paled in comparison, being simple bagar instead. Sinchi Tocayriku holds the transparent solid tears, transformed into a sphere, and explains its significance to his tribe. There's excitement in the passing breeze, though that may be a reflection of Pakania. Her gentle head tilts and watchful eyes pry, pearls clicking against the other as she moves slight. He holds it for her to see and tells the suli that, with the heat of warm hands, carefully cooed and nestled like baby birds, the solid tears will shine like a piece of the sun.

He tightens his hold on the orb, and it begins to glow. The more he tightens his grip, the more it shines, turning into a powerful light. He eventually lightens his grip, and the orb dims down.

“We call these Intiqllu, for they hold the power of the Sun within them. Now, we share a taste of it with you.” He smiles as he hands the Intiqllu to Pakania.

Fire is known to be pieces of the sun's spirit hidden in certain elements and rocks. It may be harnessed at any moment given the right tools, even after the sun is sleeping. This is like fire, but closer to sun's kin. The way Sinchi Tocayriku speaks, he speaks of fire but not fire. Intiqllu. So the sun gave more after all! How did the Intilkans do it? Wielding the power of the sun, melting sand to transparent and shiny solid tears...those were supposed to be legends!

Pakania fears being burnt but only feels a slow heat turning cool to the touch as the solid tear – Intiqllu – is handed over to the young suli. Moments pass and she's inspecting the Intiqllu carefully, leaving the Intilkan warrior and his men in silence. The winds around them shift and whisper, taking the place of silence. Ferns brush their calves and feet, though Pakania's moccasins protect her agile feet. Once the young one is satified with her curious inspection, the Intiqllu goes into a pocket with moss. She nods and places a hand on her chest to express deep gratitude.

"Nuedi gwenedi nuga gwanis sog an bebaledi. Anmar." Pakania means to sound friendly but formalities are a priority. Oh, but how she wishes to set it aside...
She has nothing to give back. Nothing for him and the Intilkans to remember their tribe by. There's an urge to turn and look up to Magdalena, Saila Dummagan, but the old one trusts her to handle this. And Pakania doesn't want to give her away...she's so well hidden. Looking into the eyes of Sinchi Tocayriku, Pakania drops firm compsure and smiles.
Hopefully the old suli can forgive young Pakania.

"Banbi," she whispers with a hint of playfulness and excitement. Pakania lowers her body, her legs stretching wide. She takes his hand and begins walking to where she came from. In her heart, she hopes she's making the right choice. The ancestors would guide her, help her against impulsion and wishfulness.
Tall grasses and low hanging sprouting bush leaves lap at their legs. A strong wind races past, as if it's racing them. Her hand is small in his.
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Translations
Omeb ––> Gift (Ceremonial and formal)
Masirs ––> Men
Suli ––> Woman, but also used to say "No"
Anmar. Nuedi omeba igar omebguedga, gwenedi saggedi sogedi Naa Muu dani galu sogguedgine. ––> Thank you. I will burn them for my ceremony, where I can promise kinship and peace between our tribes once I ascend as leader.
Bagar ––> Gift (Casual, personal)
Nuedi gwenedi nuga gwanis sog an bebaledi. Anmar. ––> It will light my way in the dark. Thank you.
Banbi. ––> Come.

Tocayriku smiled when Pakania received the gifts. He was initially slightly worried at the prospect of him being rejected and having to report that back to Emperor Intikoya. Now, however, he was quite content with the current situation.

He didn’t expect much in terms of reciprocal gifts, as the Intilkanis did drop by without prior warning. Tocayriku was just about to turn back to his men when Pakania took him by the hand and called for him to follow. He was caught off guard by the mischievous energy of Pakania.

“Where are you-” he tried to interject before pulling him along. As he was moving forward, he realized just how out of his element he was. The surrounding environment was flatland, and the grasses brushing against his legs were a foreign sensation, entirely unlike the mountainous terrain.

He looked at Pakania as he followed. What a lively young lady, he thought to himself.

Pakania

The Republic of Pakania

Balder

Intilkan wrote:Tocayriku smiled when Pakania received the gifts. He was initially slightly worried at the prospect of him being rejected and having to report that back to Emperor Intikoya. Now, however, he was quite content with the current situation.

He didn’t expect much in terms of reciprocal gifts, as the Intilkanis did drop by without prior warning. Tocayriku was just about to turn back to his men when Pakania took him by the hand and called for him to follow. He was caught off guard by the mischievous energy of Pakania.

“Where are you-” he tried to interject before pulling him along. As he was moving forward, he realized just how out of his element he was. The surrounding environment was flatland, and the grasses brushing against his legs were a foreign sensation, entirely unlike the mountainous terrain.

He looked at Pakania as he followed. What a lively young lady, he thought to himself.

Dawn of a New Encounter - Intilkan (Continued)
 Elevation descends and the bushes get thicker, greener, trees more abundant, of different sizes and species. Each step forward is swallowed by layers of moss, roots, and wet soil. The ground is soft from days of rainfall and rich with the scent of musty decay and fermented pollen tangled together. Towering ceiba and mahogany trees loom overhead, their canopies nearly covering out the sky like outstretched hands, letting only broken shafts of low sunlight pierce through like blades. Vines coil around trunks like serpents, some so thick they seem to pulse with its own heartbeat. There's an overwhelming sense of life in this forest. While the slow air is hot and heavy, the sounds are quick and sharp: the sudden flutter of wings, the chirr of insects, the echoing call of a howler monkey somewhere deep in the thicket. Water drips constantly from the leaves, each drop landing with a quiet patter on broad ferns and glistening on leaves one could say are the size of outsiders' shields. Ferns unfurl like coiled scrolls, brushing against the duo's legs as they pass, while giant philodendrons and elephant-ear leaves look at them from above. They're slick with dew and cradling pools of rainwater in their folds.

Pakania doesn't let her grip loosen for a second, afraid Sinchi Tocayriku will be snapped up and lost. He wouldn't know his way, which is dangerous near nightfall. Usually, those who trespass never go this far into the tribe lands. The young Intilkan warrior may perceive their current trek as blind and lacking of compass, but Pakania has all she needs. Carrying an air of knowing and orientation, the young suli's hazel eyes snap from one corner to another, recalling the patterns she had come from.

Bright flashes of colour cut through the green. The blue of a poison dart frog, the flicker of a bird’s plumage, the warning red of something best not touched. A fallen trunk missing exactly seven branches with a singular mushroom in the thick middle, that one vine that curls like a newborn viper, the cute trio of holes perfect for voles to nest. But not all is passive. Spiny palms lined certain trails, their needles waiting like ambush predators, and thick strangler figs twist around old trees, slowly crushing them over decades. Sap drips from bark that smelled faintly sweet...but some of it could burn the skin or blind if touched. The jungle gives beauty, yes, but always with warning. And that is exactly why Sinchi Tocayriku cannot let go.

Here and there, they pass under clusters of bromeliads nestled in tree branches. Their bowl-like centers holding tiny ecosystems of frogs and insects, Pakania knows. Some are striped like tigers, others edged in serrated crimson.
They continue walking until Pakania feels her legs grow loose, unhappy from all the stepping over and aside and threatening to trip. Her eager arms are vigorous, brittled with kept energy. A thick trunk reveals itself and, hesitant, her small hand let's go of Sinchi Tocayriku's. She's fast. The young woman launches herself to an angled side and her overarching arm clutching a low branch. She darts up and squats three branches up. There, her hidden strength is revealed. Soft flexing arms rest between well-built thighs. Her face harbours a healthy lively glow as Pakania looks down to the Intilkan warrior. She expects a similar prowess from him, but realizes he's not used to climbing trees, so Pakania reaches out her hand to him encouragingly.

Delicate orchids cling to the trunks around, some as pale as ghosts, others burning bright in fuchsia, orange, and deep violet. Their scent is faint but sweet, only noticeable when the wind shifted just right. Passionflowers with curling tendrils and spiraling petals reach for the light from dark corners, while wild heliconias, fiery red and gold, shaped like lobster claws, stab up from the undergrowth like flames in the gloom. They are gorgeous and reflect handsomely in Pakania's hazel peepers.
Beneath Sinchi Tocayriku's feet, among the roots, are small yellow flowers in clusters, opening only at dusk. The people call them "Ninnisgwened sog anmar" – the soul’s lights. Whether legend or biology, they glow faintly under moonlight, like stars trapped in leaves. Right now, it's prime time for them to open.

She points at his feet before he takes a leap. "Niba saba galu sogdeb, soggini omebedi sog babgwedi. Duni omeba galu sogginedi. Nuedi begine an babgwedi omeged, sabamala, galu gwenedi sabaweyu. Galu bened omeged, bened nainaggan babgwedi, saggedi. Duni omebedi galu."
Her brown locks slide past her shoulders and Pakania removes a wavy strand from her nose. The suli fits perfectly with her surroundings; they highlight her beauty and claim her as a part of the ecosystem.

Soon, she knows, they'd reach the village. For now, both will travel by trees until their arms give out. Pakania pays close attention to how Sinchi Tocayriku climbs up beside her. Then, she would ask, "An galu ogob be?"
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Translations
Suli ––> Woman, but also used to say "No"
Ninnisgwened sog anmar ––> The soul’s lights
Niba saba galu sogdeb, soggini omebedi sog babgwedi. Duni omeba galu sogginedi. Nuedi begine an babgwedi omeged, sabamala, galu gwenedi sabaweyu. Galu bened omeged, bened nainaggan babgwedi, saggedi. Duni omebedi galu. ––> Those flowers near your feet, they open only as the sun is going to sleep. They prefer the light from the moon. I like to think it's because the sun shined too brightly on them, so much so that they turned yellow. After that, they grew to resent the sun, yet they still required softer attention. The moon is perfect to bask in.
An galu ogob be? ––> What's your village like?

Intilkan

The Peaceful Islamic Heaven of Dhaki wa Hakim

Balder

The Sultan had grown weary of silence.

For years, the Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim had stood apart from the wider world, watching distant nations rise, prosper, argue, and sometimes crumble. While others forged alliances and rivalries, Dhaki wa Hakim quietly devoted itself to building its own future. Its cities expanded, its people prospered, and its foundations strengthened, yet something remained missing.

One quiet evening, as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon and the palace halls glowed beneath lantern light, the Sultan summoned the Royal Council.

The chamber was silent as ministers, generals, scholars, and advisers took their seats around the polished table. After a long pause, the Sultan rose from his throne.

“We have spent too long watching history from afar,” he declared. “It is time we ask ourselves a simple question. Shall Dhaki wa Hakim remain alone… or shall we finally take our place among the nations of the world?”

The room filled with thoughtful murmurs.

The Minister of Trade smiled hopefully, imagining bustling ports and flourishing commerce. The Chief Scholar eagerly anticipated exchanging knowledge with distant universities. Even the Commander of the Royal Guard quietly wondered what new allies might one day stand beside the Sultanate.

Only the Royal Adviser for Diplomacy remained unconvinced.

“Your Majesty,” he said, bowing respectfully, “I urge caution. The world beyond our shores is uncertain. Alliances may become rivalries. Friends today may become enemies tomorrow. If we involve ourselves in foreign affairs, we may find ourselves drawn into conflicts not of our making. We have built peace here. Why risk it?”

The chamber fell silent.

The Sultan lowered his gaze, considering every word.

After a long pause, he spoke.

“And if we do nothing?”

The adviser hesitated.

The Sultan stepped away from his throne and looked out through the palace windows toward the sea.

“If we remain hidden forever… if we never learn from our neighbours… if we never offer friendship… then what future do we leave for those who come after us?”

He turned back to the council.

“Would you truly choose a future where there is no one to celebrate our triumphs with? No allies to stand beside us in difficult times? No nations to exchange ideas, traditions, or discoveries with?”

His voice grew firmer.

“If hardship comes, then let it come. Every nation faces storms eventually. But should Dhaki wa Hakim one day fall…”

He paused.

“…let history remember that we reached beyond our borders instead of hiding behind them.”

Silence lingered before the Royal Adviser slowly bowed his head.

“You are right, Your Majesty,” he admitted. “A nation cannot understand the world by fearing it.”

A warm smile crossed the Sultan’s face.

“Then it is decided.”

The Royal Herald stepped forward, unfurling a scroll bearing the emerald seal of the Sultanate.

“Prepare our diplomats. Raise our banners. Let letters of goodwill be carried across the seas.”

Messengers departed the palace before sunrise. Royal vessels, their emerald banners embroidered with golden jasmine, were stocked with gifts of fragrant spices, finely woven textiles, detailed maps, and carefully written letters bearing the Sultan’s seal. Their destination was simple: the courts, capitals, and peoples of distant lands.

The first message read:

**To the nations of Bragi,**

The Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim extends its warmest greetings. Though we have long remained within our own borders, we now step onto the world stage with open hands and open minds. We seek friendship before rivalry, cooperation before conflict, and understanding before judgement.

We recognise that not every nation will share our views, nor will every road lead to friendship. Even so, we believe respectful dialogue is the foundation upon which lasting peace and mutual prosperity are built.

Whether as partners, neighbours, or simply fellow nations sharing this world, we hope this message marks the beginning of many meaningful exchanges.

May this be the first page of a long and prosperous chapter.

As the royal vessels disappeared beyond the horizon, the Sultan watched from the palace balcony.

“A wonderful future,” he said quietly, “is not built alone.”

And so the Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim made its first step onto the world stage.

Takegashii and Pakania

Takegashii

Balder

Dhaki wa Hakim wrote:
The Sultan had grown weary of silence.

For years, the Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim had stood apart from the wider world, watching distant nations rise, prosper, argue, and sometimes crumble. While others forged alliances and rivalries, Dhaki wa Hakim quietly devoted itself to building its own future. Its cities expanded, its people prospered, and its foundations strengthened, yet something remained missing.

One quiet evening, as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon and the palace halls glowed beneath lantern light, the Sultan summoned the Royal Council.

The chamber was silent as ministers, generals, scholars, and advisers took their seats around the polished table. After a long pause, the Sultan rose from his throne.

“We have spent too long watching history from afar,” he declared. “It is time we ask ourselves a simple question. Shall Dhaki wa Hakim remain alone… or shall we finally take our place among the nations of the world?”

The room filled with thoughtful murmurs.

The Minister of Trade smiled hopefully, imagining bustling ports and flourishing commerce. The Chief Scholar eagerly anticipated exchanging knowledge with distant universities. Even the Commander of the Royal Guard quietly wondered what new allies might one day stand beside the Sultanate.

Only the Royal Adviser for Diplomacy remained unconvinced.

“Your Majesty,” he said, bowing respectfully, “I urge caution. The world beyond our shores is uncertain. Alliances may become rivalries. Friends today may become enemies tomorrow. If we involve ourselves in foreign affairs, we may find ourselves drawn into conflicts not of our making. We have built peace here. Why risk it?”

The chamber fell silent.

The Sultan lowered his gaze, considering every word.

After a long pause, he spoke.

“And if we do nothing?”

The adviser hesitated.

The Sultan stepped away from his throne and looked out through the palace windows toward the sea.

“If we remain hidden forever… if we never learn from our neighbours… if we never offer friendship… then what future do we leave for those who come after us?”

He turned back to the council.

“Would you truly choose a future where there is no one to celebrate our triumphs with? No allies to stand beside us in difficult times? No nations to exchange ideas, traditions, or discoveries with?”

His voice grew firmer.

“If hardship comes, then let it come. Every nation faces storms eventually. But should Dhaki wa Hakim one day fall…”

He paused.

“…let history remember that we reached beyond our borders instead of hiding behind them.”

Silence lingered before the Royal Adviser slowly bowed his head.

“You are right, Your Majesty,” he admitted. “A nation cannot understand the world by fearing it.”

A warm smile crossed the Sultan’s face.

“Then it is decided.”

The Royal Herald stepped forward, unfurling a scroll bearing the emerald seal of the Sultanate.

“Prepare our diplomats. Raise our banners. Let letters of goodwill be carried across the seas.”

Messengers departed the palace before sunrise. Royal vessels, their emerald banners embroidered with golden jasmine, were stocked with gifts of fragrant spices, finely woven textiles, detailed maps, and carefully written letters bearing the Sultan’s seal. Their destination was simple: the courts, capitals, and peoples of distant lands.

The first message read:

**To the nations of Bragi,**

The Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim extends its warmest greetings. Though we have long remained within our own borders, we now step onto the world stage with open hands and open minds. We seek friendship before rivalry, cooperation before conflict, and understanding before judgement.

We recognise that not every nation will share our views, nor will every road lead to friendship. Even so, we believe respectful dialogue is the foundation upon which lasting peace and mutual prosperity are built.

Whether as partners, neighbours, or simply fellow nations sharing this world, we hope this message marks the beginning of many meaningful exchanges.

May this be the first page of a long and prosperous chapter.

As the royal vessels disappeared beyond the horizon, the Sultan watched from the palace balcony.

“A wonderful future,” he said quietly, “is not built alone.”

And so the Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim made its first step onto the world stage.

Stirring Tides
It was a quiet day in Little Balder. At the very least, "quiet," by the standards of the district. Tei Naka adjusted his hard hat as he sat on a stack of crates, sipping a refreshingly chilled cola as the shouts and laughter of other dockworkers mingled with the sound of seagulls crying overhead. It had been a good day, and even though he was getting on in years, he appreciated how working on the docks got him out and about. Especially now that his little Mamaga was all grown up. Reminiscing about the first day he had dropped her off at elementary school, Tei almost didn't register the curious shouts of other dockworkers, but he certainly registered the sudden fact that almost everyone nearby had stopped their work and was simply staring off into the horizon. Squinting into the distance, Tei soon spotted what had gotten their attention; a fleet of Takegashiian warships approaching the harbor, ceremonial flags hoisted proudly from their masts. That was odd, he thought to himself. Considering Mamaga's job, he thought of himself as fairly politically informed, yet he couldn't recall hearing anything about a deployment of the navy. Just as he was considering renewing his newspaper subscription, the fleet of warships parted like a curtain, and revealed a lone vessel, the most beautiful he had ever seen, draped in striking green banners tinged with golden embellishments. Far from a deployment, he realized, it was an escort. And one fit for a king, at that. He had little clue that the rest of the evening would be spent working overtime just to get the contents of that ship into the harbor, more crates than he had ever seen in his life...

Threads
There are times that the National Assembly Building comes alive. The first is during election season, the second during an important bill, and the third when some interesting news from around the world breaks. The throngs of people shuffling around the Building at a rapid speed, exchanging messages and filing documents, were an example of the latter.

"Yes, please get those on my desk by tomorrow," Ichira Hancho, the nation's First Councilor, said to an aide while covering the receiver of a phone. "Hi, yes, Admiral, I'm sorry about that. You said this boat is coming from Dhaki wa Hakim, yes?"

"Yes, and they claim that they're carrying a diplomatic message from their Sultan. They're seeking friendship, apparently."

"Mhm. And you mentioned a seal?"

"Yes, my aide there should be handing you a photocopy now."

Ichira glanced up as yet another aide handed him a paper. On it was the seal of Dhaki wa Hakim's sultan. Ichira nodded in acknowledgement towards the aide before resuming the conversation. Having so many aides crammed into his office almost reminded him of election season. "Well, that looks legitimate to me. Good work, Admiral. Go ahead and let that diplomat through, please. It'll be embarrassing if we make them wait any longer, though I am grateful that you gave them such a wonderful escort. First impressions are important."

"Understood, Mr. First Councilor. We received your...gifts, as well, just so you know."

"Good. Do these Muwatinun min balad ra'i' enjoy our cuisine?" Ichira chuckled a little. Perhaps it was a little childish of him to send over his favorite snacks from childhood.

"Well, I don't understand a word of what they're saying, but it seems so."

"Good. Then, please do take care of them, Admiral. I've got to go." Ichira put down the phone receiver and nodded at the aides in the room. "You're all dismissed as well, thanks for your hard work." As the group began to shuffle out, Ichira jolted. "Ah, actually, wait. Can one of you go grab Assemblymember Mamaga?"

----

By the time Assemblymember Mamaga made it into Ichira's office, it was already past 3. "Sorry, you know how things have been lately," she said apologetically while sitting down in one of the comfortable chairs reserved for guests. "What's this about?"

"Mostly just for my own sake," Ichira replied. "Thanks for coming. Have you heard about what's going on?"

"Not much more than anyone else," Mamaga said. "The reporters right now are all gossiping about some far-off nation establishing diplomatic ties, but they don't know which."

"It's the Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim," Ichira stated.

"I see. Well, that is a notable event."

"An exciting one!"

"Exciting?"

"I mean, it is exciting, isn't it?" Ichira couldn't suppress a smile from breaking out on his face. "A foreign nation opening itself up to the outside world for the first time, and during my term as First Councilor, no less."

"Please." Mamaga snorted a little. "Do I have to remind you that your 'Second Civil Rights Law' has bogged down in the National Assembly, and that we're losing public opinion, fast? I don't think you have time to devote to distractions like this."

"You might be right, but all the same, I'm going to appreciate it while I can." Ichira nodded thoughtfully. "Not to mention, if all the news outlets are talking about this, won't they forget about that whole mess?"

Mamaga blinked a couple of times. "You can't be serious."

"I am." Ichira laced his fingers together and made eye contact with Mamaga. "How would you feel about a diplomatic trip to the Sultanate?"

----
5 in the afternoon. By this point, most of the buzz around the National Assembly Building would have quieted. But as Ichira stepped out of his office, Mamaga in tow, it was as busy as ever. A crowd of reporters instantly clustered up by the building, practically barricading the two where they stood. The only other option was a retreat back into the office, so instead Ichira put on his best smile as the questions began to be called out. After a bit of uncoordinated jostling, Ichira sighed and simply pointed at a reporter. "You, what's your question?"

"Houko Imao, Takegashiija Shim-pyo." The reporter shoved a microphone into Ichira's face. He had gotten fairly used to it ever since being elected to the Council of Ganwa. "We've heard rumors about the recent delegation arriving from...Dhaki wa Hakim." Imao's pronunciation was stiff, and he had to refer to an index card to remember the nation's name. "Is it true that Takegashii will be seeking to establish diplomatic relations, Mr. First Councilor?"

Ichira nodded thoughtfully. Time for the big reveal. "Yes, we are more than happy to establish diplomatic relations with the Sultanate, and we are very hopeful for continued good relations well into the future. As a sign of our goodwill and respect for the decision made by the Sultan, we will be arranging Takegashii's first diplomatic visit to the nation this week. I've directed the Ministry of State to reach out to their counterparts in the Sultanate, and I will be traveling there alongside a delegation of National Assemblymembers from both my party and the New Country League. We will also be traveling with a select group of visionaries in the fields of business, education, and culture, to hopefully establish fruitful and working partnerships with our newest friend."

A chorus of camera flashes suddenly went off, and Ichira struggled to keep his eyes open. "Is that all?" The reporter said, and Ichira nodded. "No further questions, please." Ichira began to try and find his way through the crowd, Mamaga following closely behind him and giving various soundbites to the reporters as they went. As always, despite the most powerful person in Takegashii saying "No questions," the media continued to do whatever they liked. There was a certain charm to that, he supposed.

Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, Ichira dialed a number and held it up to his ear. "Hi, it's me. Please go ahead and prepare the cars for all of us to head to Shiya Airport, and get the state plane there as well."

It had been a while since he had traveled out of the country, much less for such an important reason. Without meaning to, a small smile broke out on his face. He couldn't help but be a little curious, after all.

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Ep. 1, Meat and Potatoes

by Takegashii

"Okay, well, I'm sure you all know why we're here, but I'll tell you anyway." Ichira Hancho clears his throat and stands from the plush chair he bought three years ago at a garage sale. Sunlight streams in through an open window; the view from the top floor of the National Assembly Building is great, but the warm sun is much better, considering the AC runs cold. "Our Second Civil Rights Law has bogged down. How do we deal with this situation?"

From a small table across from Ichira, a cluster of politicians look uneasily at each other. The table is less than small, actually; it's downright cramped. People are packed practically elbow-to-elbow on squeaky plastic chairs that do little to hold their weight. Ichira looks at Yoi-che Kural, the mayor of Takegashiija. This is probably something he could add into the budget for the next fiscal year. Chairs that work.

The first to speak is a woman, probably in her early thirties. Ichira knows her well; he's known Mamaga Naka for the better part of his entire life, after all. "Look, Hancho, we all want this to work out. But the fundamental truth is that there's just not enough public support for this bill at the moment. I mean, we already have two Civil Rights Laws, and for a lot of people, that's enough. Not to mention that this isn't even really a civil rights issue, it's just guaranteeing a pathway to citizenship for illegal immigrants." Mamaga glances at another politician sitting at the table and coughs. "I mean, undocumented people. Sorry, Roi."

Roi Chutha shrugs. Ichira doesn't know him that well; despite being the SPT's party leader in the National Assembly, and thus technically his equal in political power, it had never occurred to him to cozy up to the man. It's not like they weren't particularly close, just that they weren't particularly distant, either. But he does know that Roi's mother was an illegal immigrant. "It's fine, Mamaga. And you do have a point." Chutha adjusts his tie and looks at Ichira. "Frankly, I think you should just dump this issue and focus on the economy. The LR wouldn't be able to make so much of a big stink about this issue if we hadn't chosen to redistribute the profits from Mebo Industries in the first place."

"Well what the hell was I supposed to do there?" Ichira says, exasperated. "Those business idiots cheated the citizens of our own allies out of millions by breaking labor regulations abroad. Am I supposed to just let that happen?"

"No, but there were better ways to handle it than simply revoking their business license," Li-en cuts in. Ichira knows much about her, but doesn't know her personally; she's legendary for her extensive career in politics, much less for the fact that she sits on the same council as him. "There are a great many citizens who worked for Mebo and are rightfully angry."

"We offered them new jobs!" Ichira protests.

"Jobs that they don't want," Li-en counters. "That's their right. Next time, please do be more considerate of the effects that righteous decisions can have on innocent people."

Ichira grumbles but doesn't reply. She is right, and that makes it all the more annoying. "Alright. Icko, Mae, Yoi-che. Any bright ideas of your own?"

Mae, the party leader of the NCL, is the first to respond. "Sorry, not really."

"Nope," Icko sighs next, followed by Yoi-che, who simply shrugs.

"Well toss me in a river, huh?" Hancho sighs wearily and practically falls back into the plush chair. "How bad is it anyway? Mamaga, any updates on the new polling for the NCL?"

Mamaga clears her throat and adjusts her glasses, pressing the power button on a tablet computer that had long since fallen asleep. "Yes, well, I think it's a little premature to be looking at polls, but the NCL is holding fairly strong at 16%. I think give or take a few percentage points, they'll remain more or less with the same share of seats in the National Assembly as now."

Mae and Li-en both look uncomfortable, and Ichira notices it. It's not bad, but it's great either. "And us? What about us?" cut in Icko.

Mamaga grimaced, only hiding it after everyone could tell whatever would come out of her mouth next would be bad news. "20%."

"20 damn percent," Icko mutters. "Great. I mean, who decided to let in the damn Councillors anyway? Or the mayor, for that matter?" Icko gestures wildly in their directions. "Isn't this something more suitable for a Councillor meeting? No offense."

Mamaga huffs in response, while Kural just chortles. "None taken," the mayor replies. "The...bull with balls over here has a point, though." Yoi-che wags the tail end of a fat cigar at Icko before chewing on the other end of it. "I can understand the Assemblymembers, but why the hell am I here?"

"You're here because you're popular in the city that we just so happen to live and work in," Ichira replies. "And out of everyone here, you probably know what would be a good response to a political scandal the best."

Yoi-che chuckles. "You wound me, Mr. First Councilor. But if you sincerely want my advice, find something easy to distract the populace with. The news will leap onto whatever new issue you can find with ease, and then you'll be free to either quietly kill off this Law or to try and weasel it in. Now if you'll excuse me, I do have to leave. Meeting with the Councilmember of Ton-giyo." Yoi-che stands and bows slightly to the assembled politicians before swaggering out of the room.

"Something easy," Ichira gently mutters. "If only it was that simple."

"This might be a bad time, but we all are busy as well," Icko cuts in. "Please do consider dropping this new Civil Rights Law, or at least doing something to get the heat off our backs before forcing the issue." He stands and nods before leaving as well, followed shortly by Li-en and Roi.

Ichira sighs and looks at the only two people remaining, who he has a nagging feeling are only there because they had all agreed to go bowling later. "Mae, Mamaga, how badly did I mess up here?"

"You messed up pretty badly, but considering it's a year into your term, you've outlasted a lot of other First Councilors," Mae says. "Don't be so hard on yourself."

Mamaga shrugs. "It was the right thing to do, but maybe not the smartest thing to do." She looks at Ichira and smiles. "We'll make it work, okay? There's gotta be something."

"Well it's not as if a top-tier distraction is just going to fall out of the sky into my lap," Ichira sighs. "As convenient as that would be."

Just then, a knock comes at the door. "Yes?" Ichira calls out. "Come in."

A bespectacled man opens the door shyly and pokes his head into the room. "Mr. First Councilor? One of our admirals has a message for you. Something about a diplomat?"

Ichira looks at the man, and then at Mae and Mamaga. Surely it's not that easy. "Well," he begins, "what's the message?"

Character Bios, If Helpful
Ichira Hancho(SPT): First Councilor of the nation, Ichira Hancho is far from most Takegashiian's ideas of what a First Councilor could be, or should be, for that matter. Born and raised in a no-name town in Northern Takegashii-do alongside Naka, Hancho was accepted into Kiyo University on a sports scholarship and was considered a rising star in the soccer world before suffering from a career-ending injury in his sophomore year. He pivoted to politics after experiencing difficulties gaining access to public institutions, and was elected to represent a slice of "University Lane" in the Faer District. A major leader of the 2016 Gun Reform Law, Hancho was elected as First Councillor following a row between SPT and NCL councillors as a compromise.
Mamaga Naka: A member of the National Assembly, Naka is one of Hancho's close friends and confidants. Accepted into Rija University following a sheltered and restricted childhood, she became an influential businesswoman, founding the Gii Publishing Clique alongside three classmates from the university. She later entered politics in her late twenties and was elected to represent a part of the Rija District. She met Hancho at a party networking event, and the two have been close political allies since. She is also clsoe friends with Roi Chutha, and is the deputy party leader of the SPT in the Assembly.
Li-en Da(NCL): A member of the Council of Ganwa, Da Li-en is somewhat of an enigmatic figure in the party. She was considered a dark horse in her Council election, but won by default after her opponent was forced to resign due to a slush fund scandal. Easily the most experienced member of the Council of Ganwa, she has had experience at all levels of Takegashiian government, a rarity for most Councilors.
Roi Chutha(CPT): Officially a member of the CPT, Roi Chutha is, in practice, the party leader of the SPT. Having initially stood as an SPT party member for some time, Chutha changed official party affiliation in the election of 2020 after losing a public bet with a CPT councilor. This incident led to plenty of public attention, most of it bemused, and Chutha used his newfound political capital to make a bid for party leader, which he won, mostly because other assemblymembers split the vote amongst themselves too much. Contrary to expectations, Chutha has turned out to be a very effective party leader, but maintains his CPT registration.
Yoi-che Kural(SPT): The bombastic mayor of Takegashiija, Yoi-che Kural is famous, or infamous, across Takegashii for his uncanny ability to survive political scandals. He has been both the nation's most loved and most hated politicians, sometimes even within the same month, but always manages to command stunning results in his elections. He attributes this characteristic to his honest, gregarious personality, and the fact that many simply consider him to be "cool."
Icko Hantara(SPT): A Councilor from the western part of Southern Takegashii-do, Hantara Icko is known for having a loud mouth and speaking unreservedly, even in formal situations. It was this "straight shooter" reputation that propelled him to victory over a more mild-mannered LR councilor in 2015's election. He is notable for being the only Councilor in modern times to lose a seat(2020) and then regain it(2025).
Mae Michi(NCL): The party leader of the NCL in the National Assembly, Mae Michi is close friends with Roi Chutha, the two having worked extensively together to maintain the SPT-NCL coalition. She is one of the most popular members of the National Assembly nationwide and is easily considered a prime candidate to replace Ichira Hancho as First Councilor, a fact that doesn't get in the way of a surprisingly strong friendship between the two.

Additional Context
Kiyo University: A traditional institution of higher education located in the Kiyo District of Takegashiija, renowned for its extensive alumni network of accomplished politicians.
Rija University: Takegashiija's foremost high-tech university, and often considered the rival of Kiyo University.
First Councilor: The leading member of the Council of Ganwa, elected privately by the strongest party/coalition members sitting on the Council to represent them.
"Bull with balls": Slang for someone who is overly aggressive or temperamental, particularly male.

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Pakania and Dhaki wa Hakim

The Peaceful Islamic Heaven of Dhaki wa Hakim

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Stirring Tides
It was a quiet day in Little Balder. At the very least, "quiet," by the standards of the district. Tei Naka adjusted his hard hat as he sat on a stack of crates, sipping a refreshingly chilled cola as the shouts and laughter of other dockworkers mingled with the sound of seagulls crying overhead. It had been a good day, and even though he was getting on in years, he appreciated how working on the docks got him out and about. Especially now that his little Mamaga was all grown up. Reminiscing about the first day he had dropped her off at elementary school, Tei almost didn't register the curious shouts of other dockworkers, but he certainly registered the sudden fact that almost everyone nearby had stopped their work and was simply staring off into the horizon. Squinting into the distance, Tei soon spotted what had gotten their attention; a fleet of Takegashiian warships approaching the harbor, ceremonial flags hoisted proudly from their masts. That was odd, he thought to himself. Considering Mamaga's job, he thought of himself as fairly politically informed, yet he couldn't recall hearing anything about a deployment of the navy. Just as he was considering renewing his newspaper subscription, the fleet of warships parted like a curtain, and revealed a lone vessel, the most beautiful he had ever seen, draped in striking green banners tinged with golden embellishments. Far from a deployment, he realized, it was an escort. And one fit for a king, at that. He had little clue that the rest of the evening would be spent working overtime just to get the contents of that ship into the harbor, more crates than he had ever seen in his life...

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There are times that the National Assembly Building comes alive. The first is during election season, the second during an important bill, and the third when some interesting news from around the world breaks. The throngs of people shuffling around the Building at a rapid speed, exchanging messages and filing documents, were an example of the latter.

"Yes, please get those on my desk by tomorrow," Ichira Hancho, the nation's First Councilor, said to an aide while covering the receiver of a phone. "Hi, yes, Admiral, I'm sorry about that. You said this boat is coming from Dhaki wa Hakim, yes?"

"Yes, and they claim that they're carrying a diplomatic message from their Sultan. They're seeking friendship, apparently."

"Mhm. And you mentioned a seal?"

"Yes, my aide there should be handing you a photocopy now."

Ichira glanced up as yet another aide handed him a paper. On it was the seal of Dhaki wa Hakim's sultan. Ichira nodded in acknowledgement towards the aide before resuming the conversation. Having so many aides crammed into his office almost reminded him of election season. "Well, that looks legitimate to me. Good work, Admiral. Go ahead and let that diplomat through, please. It'll be embarrassing if we make them wait any longer, though I am grateful that you gave them such a wonderful escort. First impressions are important."

"Understood, Mr. First Councilor. We received your...gifts, as well, just so you know."

"Good. Do these Muwatinun min balad ra'i' enjoy our cuisine?" Ichira chuckled a little. Perhaps it was a little childish of him to send over his favorite snacks from childhood.

"Well, I don't understand a word of what they're saying, but it seems so."

"Good. Then, please do take care of them, Admiral. I've got to go." Ichira put down the phone receiver and nodded at the aides in the room. "You're all dismissed as well, thanks for your hard work." As the group began to shuffle out, Ichira jolted. "Ah, actually, wait. Can one of you go grab Assemblymember Mamaga?"

----

By the time Assemblymember Mamaga made it into Ichira's office, it was already past 3. "Sorry, you know how things have been lately," she said apologetically while sitting down in one of the comfortable chairs reserved for guests. "What's this about?"

"Mostly just for my own sake," Ichira replied. "Thanks for coming. Have you heard about what's going on?"

"Not much more than anyone else," Mamaga said. "The reporters right now are all gossiping about some far-off nation establishing diplomatic ties, but they don't know which."

"It's the Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim," Ichira stated.

"I see. Well, that is a notable event."

"An exciting one!"

"Exciting?"

"I mean, it is exciting, isn't it?" Ichira couldn't suppress a smile from breaking out on his face. "A foreign nation opening itself up to the outside world for the first time, and during my term as First Councilor, no less."

"Please." Mamaga snorted a little. "Do I have to remind you that your 'Second Civil Rights Law' has bogged down in the National Assembly, and that we're losing public opinion, fast? I don't think you have time to devote to distractions like this."

"You might be right, but all the same, I'm going to appreciate it while I can." Ichira nodded thoughtfully. "Not to mention, if all the news outlets are talking about this, won't they forget about that whole mess?"

Mamaga blinked a couple of times. "You can't be serious."

"I am." Ichira laced his fingers together and made eye contact with Mamaga. "How would you feel about a diplomatic trip to the Sultanate?"

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5 in the afternoon. By this point, most of the buzz around the National Assembly Building would have quieted. But as Ichira stepped out of his office, Mamaga in tow, it was as busy as ever. A crowd of reporters instantly clustered up by the building, practically barricading the two where they stood. The only other option was a retreat back into the office, so instead Ichira put on his best smile as the questions began to be called out. After a bit of uncoordinated jostling, Ichira sighed and simply pointed at a reporter. "You, what's your question?"

"Houko Imao, Takegashiija Shim-pyo." The reporter shoved a microphone into Ichira's face. He had gotten fairly used to it ever since being elected to the Council of Ganwa. "We've heard rumors about the recent delegation arriving from...Dhaki wa Hakim." Imao's pronunciation was stiff, and he had to refer to an index card to remember the nation's name. "Is it true that Takegashii will be seeking to establish diplomatic relations, Mr. First Councilor?"

Ichira nodded thoughtfully. Time for the big reveal. "Yes, we are more than happy to establish diplomatic relations with the Sultanate, and we are very hopeful for continued good relations well into the future. As a sign of our goodwill and respect for the decision made by the Sultan, we will be arranging Takegashii's first diplomatic visit to the nation this week. I've directed the Ministry of State to reach out to their counterparts in the Sultanate, and I will be traveling there alongside a delegation of National Assemblymembers from both my party and the New Country League. We will also be traveling with a select group of visionaries in the fields of business, education, and culture, to hopefully establish fruitful and working partnerships with our newest friend."

A chorus of camera flashes suddenly went off, and Ichira struggled to keep his eyes open. "Is that all?" The reporter said, and Ichira nodded. "No further questions, please." Ichira began to try and find his way through the crowd, Mamaga following closely behind him and giving various soundbites to the reporters as they went. As always, despite the most powerful person in Takegashii saying "No questions," the media continued to do whatever they liked. There was a certain charm to that, he supposed.

Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, Ichira dialed a number and held it up to his ear. "Hi, it's me. Please go ahead and prepare the cars for all of us to head to Shiya Airport, and get the state plane there as well."

It had been a while since he had traveled out of the country, much less for such an important reason. Without meaning to, a small smile broke out on his face. He couldn't help but be a little curious, after all.

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Ep. 1, Meat and Potatoes

by Takegashii

"Okay, well, I'm sure you all know why we're here, but I'll tell you anyway." Ichira Hancho clears his throat and stands from the plush chair he bought three years ago at a garage sale. Sunlight streams in through an open window; the view from the top floor of the National Assembly Building is great, but the warm sun is much better, considering the AC runs cold. "Our Second Civil Rights Law has bogged down. How do we deal with this situation?"

From a small table across from Ichira, a cluster of politicians look uneasily at each other. The table is less than small, actually; it's downright cramped. People are packed practically elbow-to-elbow on squeaky plastic chairs that do little to hold their weight. Ichira looks at Yoi-che Kural, the mayor of Takegashiija. This is probably something he could add into the budget for the next fiscal year. Chairs that work.

The first to speak is a woman, probably in her early thirties. Ichira knows her well; he's known Mamaga Naka for the better part of his entire life, after all. "Look, Hancho, we all want this to work out. But the fundamental truth is that there's just not enough public support for this bill at the moment. I mean, we already have two Civil Rights Laws, and for a lot of people, that's enough. Not to mention that this isn't even really a civil rights issue, it's just guaranteeing a pathway to citizenship for illegal immigrants." Mamaga glances at another politician sitting at the table and coughs. "I mean, undocumented people. Sorry, Roi."

Roi Chutha shrugs. Ichira doesn't know him that well; despite being the SPT's party leader in the National Assembly, and thus technically his equal in political power, it had never occurred to him to cozy up to the man. It's not like they weren't particularly close, just that they weren't particularly distant, either. But he does know that Roi's mother was an illegal immigrant. "It's fine, Mamaga. And you do have a point." Chutha adjusts his tie and looks at Ichira. "Frankly, I think you should just dump this issue and focus on the economy. The LR wouldn't be able to make so much of a big stink about this issue if we hadn't chosen to redistribute the profits from Mebo Industries in the first place."

"Well what the hell was I supposed to do there?" Ichira says, exasperated. "Those business idiots cheated the citizens of our own allies out of millions by breaking labor regulations abroad. Am I supposed to just let that happen?"

"No, but there were better ways to handle it than simply revoking their business license," Li-en cuts in. Ichira knows much about her, but doesn't know her personally; she's legendary for her extensive career in politics, much less for the fact that she sits on the same council as him. "There are a great many citizens who worked for Mebo and are rightfully angry."

"We offered them new jobs!" Ichira protests.

"Jobs that they don't want," Li-en counters. "That's their right. Next time, please do be more considerate of the effects that righteous decisions can have on innocent people."

Ichira grumbles but doesn't reply. She is right, and that makes it all the more annoying. "Alright. Icko, Mae, Yoi-che. Any bright ideas of your own?"

Mae, the party leader of the NCL, is the first to respond. "Sorry, not really."

"Nope," Icko sighs next, followed by Yoi-che, who simply shrugs.

"Well toss me in a river, huh?" Hancho sighs wearily and practically falls back into the plush chair. "How bad is it anyway? Mamaga, any updates on the new polling for the NCL?"

Mamaga clears her throat and adjusts her glasses, pressing the power button on a tablet computer that had long since fallen asleep. "Yes, well, I think it's a little premature to be looking at polls, but the NCL is holding fairly strong at 16%. I think give or take a few percentage points, they'll remain more or less with the same share of seats in the National Assembly as now."

Mae and Li-en both look uncomfortable, and Ichira notices it. It's not bad, but it's great either. "And us? What about us?" cut in Icko.

Mamaga grimaced, only hiding it after everyone could tell whatever would come out of her mouth next would be bad news. "20%."

"20 damn percent," Icko mutters. "Great. I mean, who decided to let in the damn Councillors anyway? Or the mayor, for that matter?" Icko gestures wildly in their directions. "Isn't this something more suitable for a Councillor meeting? No offense."

Mamaga huffs in response, while Kural just chortles. "None taken," the mayor replies. "The...bull with balls over here has a point, though." Yoi-che wags the tail end of a fat cigar at Icko before chewing on the other end of it. "I can understand the Assemblymembers, but why the hell am I here?"

"You're here because you're popular in the city that we just so happen to live and work in," Ichira replies. "And out of everyone here, you probably know what would be a good response to a political scandal the best."

Yoi-che chuckles. "You wound me, Mr. First Councilor. But if you sincerely want my advice, find something easy to distract the populace with. The news will leap onto whatever new issue you can find with ease, and then you'll be free to either quietly kill off this Law or to try and weasel it in. Now if you'll excuse me, I do have to leave. Meeting with the Councilmember of Ton-giyo." Yoi-che stands and bows slightly to the assembled politicians before swaggering out of the room.

"Something easy," Ichira gently mutters. "If only it was that simple."

"This might be a bad time, but we all are busy as well," Icko cuts in. "Please do consider dropping this new Civil Rights Law, or at least doing something to get the heat off our backs before forcing the issue." He stands and nods before leaving as well, followed shortly by Li-en and Roi.

Ichira sighs and looks at the only two people remaining, who he has a nagging feeling are only there because they had all agreed to go bowling later. "Mae, Mamaga, how badly did I mess up here?"

"You messed up pretty badly, but considering it's a year into your term, you've outlasted a lot of other First Councilors," Mae says. "Don't be so hard on yourself."

Mamaga shrugs. "It was the right thing to do, but maybe not the smartest thing to do." She looks at Ichira and smiles. "We'll make it work, okay? There's gotta be something."

"Well it's not as if a top-tier distraction is just going to fall out of the sky into my lap," Ichira sighs. "As convenient as that would be."

Just then, a knock comes at the door. "Yes?" Ichira calls out. "Come in."

A bespectacled man opens the door shyly and pokes his head into the room. "Mr. First Councilor? One of our admirals has a message for you. Something about a diplomat?"

Ichira looks at the man, and then at Mae and Mamaga. Surely it's not that easy. "Well," he begins, "what's the message?"

Character Bios, If Helpful
Ichira Hancho(SPT): First Councilor of the nation, Ichira Hancho is far from most Takegashiian's ideas of what a First Councilor could be, or should be, for that matter. Born and raised in a no-name town in Northern Takegashii-do alongside Naka, Hancho was accepted into Kiyo University on a sports scholarship and was considered a rising star in the soccer world before suffering from a career-ending injury in his sophomore year. He pivoted to politics after experiencing difficulties gaining access to public institutions, and was elected to represent a slice of "University Lane" in the Faer District. A major leader of the 2016 Gun Reform Law, Hancho was elected as First Councillor following a row between SPT and NCL councillors as a compromise.
Mamaga Naka: A member of the National Assembly, Naka is one of Hancho's close friends and confidants. Accepted into Rija University following a sheltered and restricted childhood, she became an influential businesswoman, founding the Gii Publishing Clique alongside three classmates from the university. She later entered politics in her late twenties and was elected to represent a part of the Rija District. She met Hancho at a party networking event, and the two have been close political allies since. She is also clsoe friends with Roi Chutha, and is the deputy party leader of the SPT in the Assembly.
Li-en Da(NCL): A member of the Council of Ganwa, Da Li-en is somewhat of an enigmatic figure in the party. She was considered a dark horse in her Council election, but won by default after her opponent was forced to resign due to a slush fund scandal. Easily the most experienced member of the Council of Ganwa, she has had experience at all levels of Takegashiian government, a rarity for most Councilors.
Roi Chutha(CPT): Officially a member of the CPT, Roi Chutha is, in practice, the party leader of the SPT. Having initially stood as an SPT party member for some time, Chutha changed official party affiliation in the election of 2020 after losing a public bet with a CPT councilor. This incident led to plenty of public attention, most of it bemused, and Chutha used his newfound political capital to make a bid for party leader, which he won, mostly because other assemblymembers split the vote amongst themselves too much. Contrary to expectations, Chutha has turned out to be a very effective party leader, but maintains his CPT registration.
Yoi-che Kural(SPT): The bombastic mayor of Takegashiija, Yoi-che Kural is famous, or infamous, across Takegashii for his uncanny ability to survive political scandals. He has been both the nation's most loved and most hated politicians, sometimes even within the same month, but always manages to command stunning results in his elections. He attributes this characteristic to his honest, gregarious personality, and the fact that many simply consider him to be "cool."
Icko Hantara(SPT): A Councilor from the western part of Southern Takegashii-do, Hantara Icko is known for having a loud mouth and speaking unreservedly, even in formal situations. It was this "straight shooter" reputation that propelled him to victory over a more mild-mannered LR councilor in 2015's election. He is notable for being the only Councilor in modern times to lose a seat(2020) and then regain it(2025).
Mae Michi(NCL): The party leader of the NCL in the National Assembly, Mae Michi is close friends with Roi Chutha, the two having worked extensively together to maintain the SPT-NCL coalition. She is one of the most popular members of the National Assembly nationwide and is easily considered a prime candidate to replace Ichira Hancho as First Councilor, a fact that doesn't get in the way of a surprisingly strong friendship between the two.

Additional Context
Kiyo University: A traditional institution of higher education located in the Kiyo District of Takegashiija, renowned for its extensive alumni network of accomplished politicians.
Rija University: Takegashiija's foremost high-tech university, and often considered the rival of Kiyo University.
First Councilor: The leading member of the Council of Ganwa, elected privately by the strongest party/coalition members sitting on the Council to represent them.
"Bull with balls": Slang for someone who is overly aggressive or temperamental, particularly male.

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A City Awakens

Before dawn had fully broken over العاصمة البحرية (Al-Asima Al-Bahriyah), the capital of the Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim, the city was already stirring.

The morning call to prayer echoed across domes and minarets as merchants swept the stone streets before their shops, fishermen returned with the night's catch, and bakers filled the air with the comforting scent of warm bread. Normally, the city awoke with calm familiarity.

Today was different.

Word had spread quickly through the capital that the Sultan's first diplomatic mission had been received warmly by the distant nation of Takegashii. The harbourmaster had scarcely finished reading the latest dispatch before dockworkers began speculating about the visitors who would soon arrive. Children imagined strange customs from across the sea, while scholars hurried to libraries in search of maps and records of the faraway nation.

Inside the Royal Palace, however, there was little time for idle curiosity.

"The First Councilor himself is coming?" asked the Grand Vizier as another messenger entered the council chamber carrying a sealed letter.

"So it would seem," replied the Royal Adviser for Diplomacy. "Not only that, but he intends to bring representatives of government, commerce, education, and culture."

The chamber filled with quiet murmurs.

The Sultan listened patiently before breaking the silence.

"Then they honour us more than we expected."

He rose from his seat and approached the great windows overlooking the city.

"For generations we watched the world from afar. Now the world chooses to visit us."

Turning back toward the council, he smiled.

"Let their first memory of Dhaki wa Hakim be one of warmth."

The council immediately set to work.

Messengers rode through the streets announcing preparations. Emerald banners embroidered with golden jasmine were raised from government buildings and public squares. Along the Avenue of Unity, gardeners carefully replanted flowerbeds so that fresh jasmine would bloom beside rows of date palms. Craftsmen polished carved stone fountains until they shimmered beneath the afternoon sun, while musicians rehearsed traditional melodies that had echoed through the Sultanate for centuries.

At the Port of العاصمة البحرية, dockworkers busied themselves preparing a ceremonial berth reserved for honoured guests. Nearby warehouses were transformed into reception halls where gifts from every province of the Sultanate were assembled.

There were finely woven textiles whose patterns told stories of ancient caravans. Boxes of fragrant spices harvested from the southern lowlands. Delicate ceramics painted by generations of master artisans. Bottles of rosewater and jasmine perfume. Bound collections of poetry copied carefully by royal calligraphers.

Nothing was chosen for its value alone.

Each gift carried a story.

As evening settled across the palace, the Royal Adviser returned carrying another message.

"The Ministry of State of Takegashii has requested permission for the First Councilor's delegation to visit."

The Sultan accepted the letter, reading it slowly before placing it upon the council table.

"Permission is gladly granted."

He took up his pen.

**To the Right Honourable First Councilor Ichira Hancho and the people of Takegashii,

Your message has brought great joy to our Sultanate. We receive your offer of friendship with gratitude and are honoured by your decision to visit our homeland.

The gates of العاصمة البحرية shall remain open to your delegation, and every effort shall be made to ensure your stay reflects the respect with which we hold your nation. We look forward not only to discussions between our governments, but also to the exchange of ideas, traditions, knowledge, and commerce between our peoples.

We recognise that not every nation will share our views, nor will every road lead to friendship. Even so, we believe respectful dialogue is the foundation upon which lasting peace and mutual prosperity are built.

May this meeting mark not merely the beginning of diplomatic relations, but the beginning of a friendship that will endure for generations.

With our highest regards,

His Majesty, the Sultan of Dhaki wa Hakim**

The Sultan sealed the letter with emerald wax bearing the royal crest before handing it to the waiting courier.

"See that this reaches our friends without delay."

The messenger bowed deeply before departing into the cool evening air.

Watching from the palace balcony, the Sultan smiled as lanterns gradually illuminated the streets below.

The world no longer seemed so distant.

[hr]

Takegashii and Pakania

Post self-deleted by Takegashii.

Takegashii

Balder

Dhaki wa Hakim wrote:
A City Awakens

Before dawn had fully broken over العاصمة البحرية (Al-Asima Al-Bahriyah), the capital of the Sultanate of Dhaki wa Hakim, the city was already stirring.

The morning call to prayer echoed across domes and minarets as merchants swept the stone streets before their shops, fishermen returned with the night's catch, and bakers filled the air with the comforting scent of warm bread. Normally, the city awoke with calm familiarity.

Today was different.

Word had spread quickly through the capital that the Sultan's first diplomatic mission had been received warmly by the distant nation of Takegashii. The harbourmaster had scarcely finished reading the latest dispatch before dockworkers began speculating about the visitors who would soon arrive. Children imagined strange customs from across the sea, while scholars hurried to libraries in search of maps and records of the faraway nation.

Inside the Royal Palace, however, there was little time for idle curiosity.

"The First Councilor himself is coming?" asked the Grand Vizier as another messenger entered the council chamber carrying a sealed letter.

"So it would seem," replied the Royal Adviser for Diplomacy. "Not only that, but he intends to bring representatives of government, commerce, education, and culture."

The chamber filled with quiet murmurs.

The Sultan listened patiently before breaking the silence.

"Then they honour us more than we expected."

He rose from his seat and approached the great windows overlooking the city.

"For generations we watched the world from afar. Now the world chooses to visit us."

Turning back toward the council, he smiled.

"Let their first memory of Dhaki wa Hakim be one of warmth."

The council immediately set to work.

Messengers rode through the streets announcing preparations. Emerald banners embroidered with golden jasmine were raised from government buildings and public squares. Along the Avenue of Unity, gardeners carefully replanted flowerbeds so that fresh jasmine would bloom beside rows of date palms. Craftsmen polished carved stone fountains until they shimmered beneath the afternoon sun, while musicians rehearsed traditional melodies that had echoed through the Sultanate for centuries.

At the Port of العاصمة البحرية, dockworkers busied themselves preparing a ceremonial berth reserved for honoured guests. Nearby warehouses were transformed into reception halls where gifts from every province of the Sultanate were assembled.

There were finely woven textiles whose patterns told stories of ancient caravans. Boxes of fragrant spices harvested from the southern lowlands. Delicate ceramics painted by generations of master artisans. Bottles of rosewater and jasmine perfume. Bound collections of poetry copied carefully by royal calligraphers.

Nothing was chosen for its value alone.

Each gift carried a story.

As evening settled across the palace, the Royal Adviser returned carrying another message.

"The Ministry of State of Takegashii has requested permission for the First Councilor's delegation to visit."

The Sultan accepted the letter, reading it slowly before placing it upon the council table.

"Permission is gladly granted."

He took up his pen.

**To the Right Honourable First Councilor Ichira Hancho and the people of Takegashii,

Your message has brought great joy to our Sultanate. We receive your offer of friendship with gratitude and are honoured by your decision to visit our homeland.

The gates of العاصمة البحرية shall remain open to your delegation, and every effort shall be made to ensure your stay reflects the respect with which we hold your nation. We look forward not only to discussions between our governments, but also to the exchange of ideas, traditions, knowledge, and commerce between our peoples.

We recognise that not every nation will share our views, nor will every road lead to friendship. Even so, we believe respectful dialogue is the foundation upon which lasting peace and mutual prosperity are built.

May this meeting mark not merely the beginning of diplomatic relations, but the beginning of a friendship that will endure for generations.

With our highest regards,

His Majesty, the Sultan of Dhaki wa Hakim**

The Sultan sealed the letter with emerald wax bearing the royal crest before handing it to the waiting courier.

"See that this reaches our friends without delay."

The messenger bowed deeply before departing into the cool evening air.

Watching from the palace balcony, the Sultan smiled as lanterns gradually illuminated the streets below.

The world no longer seemed so distant.

[hr]

Making Ways

Al-Asima Al-Bahriyah was far from any other city that Ichira had ever seen in his life. He had been traveling before, of course, first as an athlete for university and then as a politician. But most of his visits had been within Takegashii, or to already established capitals and locales. This was new, and different, to the point that it almost made him giddy like a kid.

As he leaned over the railing of the ferry, he watched in the distance as the capital came more and more into view. The city looked beautiful; the architecture, the streets, the ships docked in harbor, all of them were so different from what he knew that it was almost as if the entire city had been plucked ripe from a fairytale. The morning sun, rising and casting a mix of blue and orange hues across the sky, didn't hurt either. The vessel that they were sailing in on was substantial, but more modest than usual; the Navy had offered an escort, but Ichira had declined, both because it would be too slow and expensive, but also because it would be a little uncouth to ride in on a warship for a diplomatic mission. Instead, as soon as the group had landed at a local airport, they had chartered a ferry to take them to the capital, and hoisted Takegashiian flags and banners all over the ship, as well as decorative paint. It was a curious sight; and as the ship cruised closer and closer to shore, Ichira could definitely feel the curious stares of local fishers and sailors as they watched the ship chug along.

The sound of sharp-heeled shoes click-clacking up the staircase to the top deck made Ichira turn. "Oh, Mamaga, it's just you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The Assemblymember offered Ichira a bottle of water. "You shouldn't be up here, you know. The wind's going to mess with your hair, and you don't want to look like you just got out of bed."

"I won't, I swear." Ichira gladly took the bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. "I've got enough pomade on to glue this ship together."

"That's evocative." Ichira could've sworn he saw a brief smile flit across Mamaga's face. "How are things down there?" he asked.

"The dean of Kiyo University threw up over the side of the boat, and Mae's seasick. But other than that, everything's fine."

"Mae can handle hours long bowling sessions after working on legislation all day, while drunk, but can't handle a few waves?"

Mamaga shrugged. "How was the letter?"

"Oh, very nice," Ichira said, patting the pocket where he had tucked away the letter. How the courier had managed to find them nearly as soon as they landed within Dhaki wa Hakim's borders, he had no idea. "I've prepared a reply of my own. They were very polite, very kind."

"Polite and kind is just standard procedure."

"How very cynical."

"It's true," Mamaga replied. "Have you thought about what you're going to talk with them about?"

Ichira nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. Well, most of the delegation here has it all figured out already, I'm pretty sure. Kiyo and Rija's deans are planning on setting up some exchange programs with Dhaki wa Hakim's best schools, and I think Kiyo's wants to get permission to open a satellite campus here. The major tech and retail CEOs just want to expand their businesses, and then the publishing firm guys are practically salivating over getting translation rights to local media. I'm sure the reverse is also true."

Mamaga smiled. "I can't say I'm not looking forward to that, myself. I'm trying to get back into reading."

"Really? Oh, right, you did mention that earlier." Ichira shrugged. "Well, besides that, our cultural delegation is just going to bring some gifts, and our musicians will probably just entertain whoever they can. You've heard of Hi-LO, right?"

"Who?"

"The singer, she's here with us."

"Why?"

"Well, she asked, and I thought it'd be rude to turn her down," Ichira replied. "Plus, maybe there's crowds of teenagers here just dying to listen to foreign pop music. You never know."

"Maybe." Mamaga leaned on the railing next to Ichira and looked out at the waves. "All things considered, it's not a bad plan. I'm sure they'll jump at the idea of foreign investment."

"That's if we can keep our foreign aid and investment spending so high next year," Ichira sighed.

"We will. It's never dipped below 4% since the 70s." Mamaga pursed her lips. "You've got a lot of Nihes to offer them, so be smart about it, please. This is a win-win situation all around, but ideally we can set up more than just a couple of embassies, some exchange programs, and business deals."

"In my opinion, that'd be more than enough," Ichira stated, watching as the harbor grew ever closer, the individual people on the dock coming into focus. "Come on, let's go back. In a couple minutes we're going to be standing on those docks over there."

The two descended down the stairs as the ferry drew closer and closer to the ceremonial berth that had been apparently reserved for them. Ichira smiled softly. State visits were almost always carefully curated affairs. This trip would be no exception, he was sure, but the excitement of visiting what was practically a new nation made it feel more spontaneous, in a good way. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the letter he had drafted; he would hand it off to the first courier he saw as soon as he set foot on the docks.

The boat pulled into harbor, and curious onlookers seemed to flood the dock. As the boat moored itself to the pier, Ichira stepped out onto the walkway that connected the ferry to the berth, and waved. He had stepped into an entirely new world.

To His Honorable Majesty, the Sultan of Dhaki wa Hakim, and His People

I was honored by His Majesty's kind letter, and the sentiments expressed within, which we share wholeheartedly. Ours is a nation committed to open and honest dialogue, as well as peaceful relations, and we hope that our visit marks the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship.

It is my honor to extend an invitation to His Majesty and his government to come visit Takegashiija, our capital city, following the conclusion of our stay here in Dhaki wa Hakim. We look forward to dialogue between our two parties. I must also personally note that I am impressed by the beauty of this nation, and of this capital in particular, of which I can only make positive comparisons to our own cities back home.

Deeply Honored,

Ichira Hancho, First Councilor of the Empire of Takegashii

Pakania and Dhaki wa Hakim

Post self-deleted by Dhaki wa Hakim.

The Peaceful Islamic Heaven of Dhaki wa Hakim

Balder

Takegashii wrote:

Making Ways

Al-Asima Al-Bahriyah was far from any other city that Ichira had ever seen in his life. He had been traveling before, of course, first as an athlete for university and then as a politician. But most of his visits had been within Takegashii, or to already established capitals and locales. This was new, and different, to the point that it almost made him giddy like a kid.

As he leaned over the railing of the ferry, he watched in the distance as the capital came more and more into view. The city looked beautiful; the architecture, the streets, the ships docked in harbor, all of them were so different from what he knew that it was almost as if the entire city had been plucked ripe from a fairytale. The morning sun, rising and casting a mix of blue and orange hues across the sky, didn't hurt either. The vessel that they were sailing in on was substantial, but more modest than usual; the Navy had offered an escort, but Ichira had declined, both because it would be too slow and expensive, but also because it would be a little uncouth to ride in on a warship for a diplomatic mission. Instead, as soon as the group had landed at a local airport, they had chartered a ferry to take them to the capital, and hoisted Takegashiian flags and banners all over the ship, as well as decorative paint. It was a curious sight; and as the ship cruised closer and closer to shore, Ichira could definitely feel the curious stares of local fishers and sailors as they watched the ship chug along.

The sound of sharp-heeled shoes click-clacking up the staircase to the top deck made Ichira turn. "Oh, Mamaga, it's just you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The Assemblymember offered Ichira a bottle of water. "You shouldn't be up here, you know. The wind's going to mess with your hair, and you don't want to look like you just got out of bed."

"I won't, I swear." Ichira gladly took the bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. "I've got enough pomade on to glue this ship together."

"That's evocative." Ichira could've sworn he saw a brief smile flit across Mamaga's face. "How are things down there?" he asked.

"The dean of Kiyo University threw up over the side of the boat, and Mae's seasick. But other than that, everything's fine."

"Mae can handle hours long bowling sessions after working on legislation all day, while drunk, but can't handle a few waves?"

Mamaga shrugged. "How was the letter?"

"Oh, very nice," Ichira said, patting the pocket where he had tucked away the letter. How the courier had managed to find them nearly as soon as they landed within Dhaki wa Hakim's borders, he had no idea. "I've prepared a reply of my own. They were very polite, very kind."

"Polite and kind is just standard procedure."

"How very cynical."

"It's true," Mamaga replied. "Have you thought about what you're going to talk with them about?"

Ichira nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. Well, most of the delegation here has it all figured out already, I'm pretty sure. Kiyo and Rija's deans are planning on setting up some exchange programs with Dhaki wa Hakim's best schools, and I think Kiyo's wants to get permission to open a satellite campus here. The major tech and retail CEOs just want to expand their businesses, and then the publishing firm guys are practically salivating over getting translation rights to local media. I'm sure the reverse is also true."

Mamaga smiled. "I can't say I'm not looking forward to that, myself. I'm trying to get back into reading."

"Really? Oh, right, you did mention that earlier." Ichira shrugged. "Well, besides that, our cultural delegation is just going to bring some gifts, and our musicians will probably just entertain whoever they can. You've heard of Hi-LO, right?"

"Who?"

"The singer, she's here with us."

"Why?"

"Well, she asked, and I thought it'd be rude to turn her down," Ichira replied. "Plus, maybe there's crowds of teenagers here just dying to listen to foreign pop music. You never know."

"Maybe." Mamaga leaned on the railing next to Ichira and looked out at the waves. "All things considered, it's not a bad plan. I'm sure they'll jump at the idea of foreign investment."

"That's if we can keep our foreign aid and investment spending so high next year," Ichira sighed.

"We will. It's never dipped below 4% since the 70s." Mamaga pursed her lips. "You've got a lot of Nihes to offer them, so be smart about it, please. This is a win-win situation all around, but ideally we can set up more than just a couple of embassies, some exchange programs, and business deals."

"In my opinion, that'd be more than enough," Ichira stated, watching as the harbor grew ever closer, the individual people on the dock coming into focus. "Come on, let's go back. In a couple minutes we're going to be standing on those docks over there."

The two descended down the stairs as the ferry drew closer and closer to the ceremonial berth that had been apparently reserved for them. Ichira smiled softly. State visits were almost always carefully curated affairs. This trip would be no exception, he was sure, but the excitement of visiting what was practically a new nation made it feel more spontaneous, in a good way. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the letter he had drafted; he would hand it off to the first courier he saw as soon as he set foot on the docks.

The boat pulled into harbor, and curious onlookers seemed to flood the dock. As the boat moored itself to the pier, Ichira stepped out onto the walkway that connected the ferry to the berth, and waved. He had stepped into an entirely new world.

To His Honorable Majesty, the Sultan of Dhaki wa Hakim, and His People

I was honored by His Majesty's kind letter, and the sentiments expressed within, which we share wholeheartedly. Ours is a nation committed to open and honest dialogue, as well as peaceful relations, and we hope that our visit marks the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship.

It is my honor to extend an invitation to His Majesty and his government to come visit Takegashiija, our capital city, following the conclusion of our stay here in Dhaki wa Hakim. We look forward to dialogue between our two parties. I must also personally note that I am impressed by the beauty of this nation, and of this capital in particular, of which I can only make positive comparisons to our own cities back home.

Deeply Honored,

Ichira Hancho, First Councilor of the Empire of Takegashii

The arrival of the delegation from the Empire of Takegashii was met with great attention throughout Al-Asima Al-Bahriyah. The capital, normally filled with the movement of merchants, citizens, and officials, carried an atmosphere of diplomatic importance as representatives from both nations gathered for this historic occasion.

At the designated meeting point, the Sultanate’s officials stood ready to welcome the visitors. A formal guard escort had been prepared, not as a display of force, but as a symbol of respect and the importance Dhaki wa Hakim placed upon the relationship between the two nations.

The Sultan’s representatives approached the Takegashii delegation and greeted them warmly before beginning the journey through the capital.

As the delegation travelled through Al-Asima Al-Bahriyah, they passed through the heart of the city, where the architecture reflected the history and identity of Dhaki wa Hakim. Government buildings, public gardens, and cultural landmarks surrounded the route, showing the prosperity and traditions of the Sultanate.

The Muwatinun min balad ra'i' escort eventually led the delegation to the central government building, a place where the nation’s most important decisions were discussed and where representatives from across the country gathered to shape its future.

Inside the building, officials welcomed the delegation into a formal meeting chamber. The room had been prepared for diplomatic discussion, with representatives of Dhaki wa Hakim seated alongside the Sultan as the visitors were invited to take their places.

After the formal greetings had concluded, the Sultan addressed the delegation.

“Honoured representatives of the Empire of Takegashii, we welcome you to Dhaki wa Hakim. Your visit represents more than a simple diplomatic meeting. It represents an opportunity for our nations to understand one another, cooperate, and build a relationship based on mutual respect.”

The Sultan paused briefly before continuing.

“Throughout history, nations have achieved their greatest successes when they choose cooperation over isolation. Dhaki wa Hakim believes that friendship between our peoples can become the foundation for a stronger future.”

The Sultan then presented a proposal for a comprehensive treaty between Dhaki wa Hakim and the Empire of Takegashii.

“This treaty would establish a deep partnership between our nations. It would encourage economic cooperation, trade expansion, cultural exchange, technological collaboration, and mutual support in times of difficulty.”

The Sultan’s advisors placed the prepared document before the delegation.

“Beyond these areas, we also wish to discuss security cooperation and a commitment that our nations will stand together when faced with challenges. We do not seek a partnership built only on words, but one built through action and trust.”

The Sultan looked toward the representatives of Takegashii.

“Our proposal is for a lasting partnership, one where Dhaki wa Hakim and the Empire of Takegashii can work together as close allies and strengthen each other’s prosperity and stability.”

The meeting chamber remained quiet as the treaty proposal rested before the delegation. Dhaki wa Hakim’s representatives waited respectfully, prepared to discuss the terms and hear the thoughts of their guests.

Takegashii

Takegashii

Balder

Dhaki wa Hakim wrote:
The arrival of the delegation from the Empire of Takegashii was met with great attention throughout Al-Asima Al-Bahriyah. The capital, normally filled with the movement of merchants, citizens, and officials, carried an atmosphere of diplomatic importance as representatives from both nations gathered for this historic occasion.

At the designated meeting point, the Sultanate’s officials stood ready to welcome the visitors. A formal guard escort had been prepared, not as a display of force, but as a symbol of respect and the importance Dhaki wa Hakim placed upon the relationship between the two nations.

The Sultan’s representatives approached the Takegashii delegation and greeted them warmly before beginning the journey through the capital.

As the delegation travelled through Al-Asima Al-Bahriyah, they passed through the heart of the city, where the architecture reflected the history and identity of Dhaki wa Hakim. Government buildings, public gardens, and cultural landmarks surrounded the route, showing the prosperity and traditions of the Sultanate.

The Muwatinun min balad ra'i' escort eventually led the delegation to the central government building, a place where the nation’s most important decisions were discussed and where representatives from across the country gathered to shape its future.

Inside the building, officials welcomed the delegation into a formal meeting chamber. The room had been prepared for diplomatic discussion, with representatives of Dhaki wa Hakim seated alongside the Sultan as the visitors were invited to take their places.

After the formal greetings had concluded, the Sultan addressed the delegation.

“Honoured representatives of the Empire of Takegashii, we welcome you to Dhaki wa Hakim. Your visit represents more than a simple diplomatic meeting. It represents an opportunity for our nations to understand one another, cooperate, and build a relationship based on mutual respect.”

The Sultan paused briefly before continuing.

“Throughout history, nations have achieved their greatest successes when they choose cooperation over isolation. Dhaki wa Hakim believes that friendship between our peoples can become the foundation for a stronger future.”

The Sultan then presented a proposal for a comprehensive treaty between Dhaki wa Hakim and the Empire of Takegashii.

“This treaty would establish a deep partnership between our nations. It would encourage economic cooperation, trade expansion, cultural exchange, technological collaboration, and mutual support in times of difficulty.”

The Sultan’s advisors placed the prepared document before the delegation.

“Beyond these areas, we also wish to discuss security cooperation and a commitment that our nations will stand together when faced with challenges. We do not seek a partnership built only on words, but one built through action and trust.”

The Sultan looked toward the representatives of Takegashii.

“Our proposal is for a lasting partnership, one where Dhaki wa Hakim and the Empire of Takegashii can work together as close allies and strengthen each other’s prosperity and stability.”

The meeting chamber remained quiet as the treaty proposal rested before the delegation. Dhaki wa Hakim’s representatives waited respectfully, prepared to discuss the terms and hear the thoughts of their guests.

The room was hushed as the Takegashiian diplomats poured through the pages of the proposal. Ichira scanned the terms thoughtfully. He had no concrete objections to any of the points, but a nagging feeling in his mind told him that he might run into more trouble in the National Assembly. Still, they had a working majority, and surely he could pull some HM Assemblymembers over to cross the aisle. He flipped through the pages and reread it a second time, an old habit from university. Economic cooperation, yes, trade expansion, yes, all good...was he forgetting something?

He could feel the anticipating gazes of the business leaders, hungry for new economic opportunities, practically lasering a hole in his back. Then he realized that the educational leaders were doing the same; oh, that was right.

"Well, our National Assembly is going to have to ratify this, but it seems perfectly reasonable to me. I'm afraid our nation is a little more inefficient than yours," he quipped. "The only thing I believe I have to mention is that these fine gentlemen here want to expand their universities to your country as well." Ichira gestured towards the Kiyo and Rija deans. "We have room in our foreign assistance budget to set up a scholarship for students here in Dhaki wa Hakim to come to Takegashii and study with our finest. Perhaps you would also be interested?"

The Peaceful Islamic Heaven of Dhaki wa Hakim

Balder

Takegashii wrote:

The room was hushed as the Takegashiian diplomats poured through the pages of the proposal. Ichira scanned the terms thoughtfully. He had no concrete objections to any of the points, but a nagging feeling in his mind told him that he might run into more trouble in the National Assembly. Still, they had a working majority, and surely he could pull some HM Assemblymembers over to cross the aisle. He flipped through the pages and reread it a second time, an old habit from university. Economic cooperation, yes, trade expansion, yes, all good...was he forgetting something?

He could feel the anticipating gazes of the business leaders, hungry for new economic opportunities, practically lasering a hole in his back. Then he realized that the educational leaders were doing the same; oh, that was right.

"Well, our National Assembly is going to have to ratify this, but it seems perfectly reasonable to me. I'm afraid our nation is a little more inefficient than yours," he quipped. "The only thing I believe I have to mention is that these fine gentlemen here want to expand their universities to your country as well." Ichira gestured towards the Kiyo and Rija deans. "We have room in our foreign assistance budget to set up a scholarship for students here in Dhaki wa Hakim to come to Takegashii and study with our finest. Perhaps you would also be interested?"

The Sultan listened attentively as Ichira spoke, allowing a warm smile to emerge at the mention of the National Assembly.

"A government that carefully considers its decisions is not an inefficient one," the Sultan replied with a light chuckle. "Enduring partnerships are strengthened when they are supported not only by their leaders, but by the representatives of their people. We fully respect the constitutional process of the Empire of Takegashii and shall await the Assembly's judgement with patience."

Turning his attention toward the university deans, the Sultan inclined his head respectfully.

"Your proposal regarding higher education is one that we welcome wholeheartedly. Knowledge has always been among humanity's greatest investments, and the exchange of students, professors, and researchers strengthens understanding between nations in ways that commerce alone cannot."

Several advisers quietly exchanged notes before one stepped forward to present a supplementary document.

"Should your Assembly approve the treaty," the Sultan continued, "Dhaki wa Hakim would gladly facilitate the establishment of campuses or academic partnerships between your universities and our own institutions, subject to our national educational standards and mutual agreement. We would also encourage joint research initiatives, faculty exchanges, and collaborative programmes in science, engineering, medicine, agriculture, economics, and the humanities."

The Sultan paused briefly before addressing the scholarship proposal.

"We are equally grateful for your generous offer to provide scholarships for our students. Such an opportunity would allow talented young Muwatinun min balad ra'i' to study in the Empire of Takegashii, return home with valuable knowledge, contribute to the continued prosperity of both our nations."

He folded his hands upon the polished table.

"In return, Dhaki wa Hakim would be pleased to establish reciprocal scholarships for Takegashiian students wishing to study within our universities and cultural institutions. We believe that genuine friendship is built not merely by governments, but by the generations that will one day succeed us."

The Sultan looked across the chamber toward Ichira.

"If these educational provisions meet with your approval, we shall gladly incorporate them as an additional article of our treaty. We believe they will further strengthen the bonds between our peoples, ensuring that this agreement is remembered not only as a diplomatic accord, but as the beginning of a lasting partnership founded upon trust, learning, and mutual prosperity."

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The Sultan listened attentively as Ichira spoke, allowing a warm smile to emerge at the mention of the National Assembly.

"A government that carefully considers its decisions is not an inefficient one," the Sultan replied with a light chuckle. "Enduring partnerships are strengthened when they are supported not only by their leaders, but by the representatives of their people. We fully respect the constitutional process of the Empire of Takegashii and shall await the Assembly's judgement with patience."

Turning his attention toward the university deans, the Sultan inclined his head respectfully.

"Your proposal regarding higher education is one that we welcome wholeheartedly. Knowledge has always been among humanity's greatest investments, and the exchange of students, professors, and researchers strengthens understanding between nations in ways that commerce alone cannot."

Several advisers quietly exchanged notes before one stepped forward to present a supplementary document.

"Should your Assembly approve the treaty," the Sultan continued, "Dhaki wa Hakim would gladly facilitate the establishment of campuses or academic partnerships between your universities and our own institutions, subject to our national educational standards and mutual agreement. We would also encourage joint research initiatives, faculty exchanges, and collaborative programmes in science, engineering, medicine, agriculture, economics, and the humanities."

The Sultan paused briefly before addressing the scholarship proposal.

"We are equally grateful for your generous offer to provide scholarships for our students. Such an opportunity would allow talented young Muwatinun min balad ra'i' to study in the Empire of Takegashii, return home with valuable knowledge, contribute to the continued prosperity of both our nations."

He folded his hands upon the polished table.

"In return, Dhaki wa Hakim would be pleased to establish reciprocal scholarships for Takegashiian students wishing to study within our universities and cultural institutions. We believe that genuine friendship is built not merely by governments, but by the generations that will one day succeed us."

The Sultan looked across the chamber toward Ichira.

"If these educational provisions meet with your approval, we shall gladly incorporate them as an additional article of our treaty. We believe they will further strengthen the bonds between our peoples, ensuring that this agreement is remembered not only as a diplomatic accord, but as the beginning of a lasting partnership founded upon trust, learning, and mutual prosperity."

Ichira listened intently and smiled. It was nice, for once, to have negotiations go smoothly. "Of course. I'm more than happy to indicate our provisional agreement on behalf of the Council of Ganwa, with full implementation to come upon the treaty's ratification. I do hope this is the start of a long and wonderful relationship." Extending a hand to his aide next to him, Ichira was given a small, fine-tipped pen, which he used to quickly sign the treaty and its supplement. As he finished the last stroke of the pen, the Takegashiian delegation gently applauded. Standing from his seat, he extended a hand to the Sultan as Takegashiian photographers prepared their cameras. "Here's to a new alliance, and a shared future."

Dhaki wa Hakim

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Ichira listened intently and smiled. It was nice, for once, to have negotiations go smoothly. "Of course. I'm more than happy to indicate our provisional agreement on behalf of the Council of Ganwa, with full implementation to come upon the treaty's ratification. I do hope this is the start of a long and wonderful relationship." Extending a hand to his aide next to him, Ichira was given a small, fine-tipped pen, which he used to quickly sign the treaty and its supplement. As he finished the last stroke of the pen, the Takegashiian delegation gently applauded. Standing from his seat, he extended a hand to the Sultan as Takegashiian photographers prepared their cameras. "Here's to a new alliance, and a shared future."

The Sultan smiled, "Thank you for signing this treaty, may Allah bless us." The Vice-Sultan stepped into the room and shouted, "Bismillah al-Rahman al-Rahim, naqim al-sadaqa baynana kahkam, wa bayn al-buldayn!" Beautiful Quran-reading started blasting out of the Sultan's speakers, every letter spoken with absolute beauty; the Sultan's family came out from the door and celebrated this new ally. The Sultan gently smiled and said, "This was all for you Ichira and call me Sultan Malik al-Bahr."

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The Sultan smiled, "Thank you for signing this treaty, may Allah bless us." The Vice-Sultan stepped into the room and shouted, "Bismillah al-Rahman al-Rahim, naqim al-sadaqa baynana kahkam, wa bayn al-buldayn!" Beautiful Quran-reading started blasting out of the Sultan's speakers, every letter spoken with absolute beauty; the Sultan's family came out from the door and celebrated this new ally. The Sultan gently smiled and said, "This was all for you Ichira and call me Sultan Malik al-Bahr."

Ichira smiled in return and shook the Sultan's hand. "It would be my pleasure."

After a night of enjoying the diplomatic festivities and exploring what Dhaki wa Hakim's capital had to offer, Ichira retired to his lodgings and forced himself to remain updated on the affairs going on in Takegashiija. In a sharp contrast to the fun he had had throughout the day, he donned nothing but a grim smile throughout the night. The Council and the National Assembly had hung ratification on the treaty on him giving up some of his own legislative agenda.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, forgetting for a moment that it was filled with mousse; he recoiled and cursed before wiping his hand on his suit pants. He couldn't let everything that they'd done on the trip amount to nothing, but just how far would he give up his own goals?

He composed a quick message to the other SPT members of the Council back home and closed his laptop, laying down on his bed. All of that could wait. Tomorrow, he resolved himself to explore the capital and hopefully meet some of the locals. It would help to make a good impression abroad, and he was sure that the camera crews would absolutely eat up some footage of him going to local restaurants and meeting new people. The day after, on the long way back to Takegashiija, he would get all of his domestic affairs in order. He thought for a moment. As soon as he got back, he'd enact some business permitting reforms. That would be easy enough.

That night, he dreamed of Dhaki wa Hakim's skies, colored an orange-blue by the setting sun.

The Empire of Cakrystan

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Bragi? RP I guess...

The Empire of Cakrystan

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BRAG ABOUT IT

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Cakrystan wrote:BRAG ABOUT IT

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