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The Warden World RMB

WA Delegate: None.

Founder: The Psychic Dictatorship of Red Alert 2-Transylvania

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Most Nations: 897th Largest Black Market: 1,095th Most Advanced Defense Forces: 1,792nd+3
Most Corrupt Governments: 2,192nd Most Authoritarian: 2,294th Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 2,314th
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The Successor to New Avalonia and Confederacy of Ashes.
This is a sci-fi region. Any type of governments, tech, or species are allowed, within reason. We don't use NS stats.

Check the dispatches and factbooks for more info, or telegram any of our regional administrators with questions!
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Embassies: The Bar on the corner of every region, The Fist of God, The Glorious Nations of Iwaku, Atlas, Nationalist Commonwealth of Free Regions, Eastern Roman Empire, KAISERREICH, The Military Federation, The World of Remnant, POLATION, Eladen, The Fallout Wasteland, Asiana, Central, International Debating Area, The Embassy, and 14 others.The Western Isles, Regionless, Union of Nationalists, The Great Universe, Confederacy of the North, The NewsStand, The United Coalition of Nation States, The United Islands of the Atlantic, The Alterran Republic, Gypsy Lands, Coin Collecting Club, Lardyland, Misanthropic Bloc, and Chicken overlords.

The embassy with The Great Universe is being withdrawn. Closure expected .

Tags: Future Tech, Medium, and Role Player.

The Warden World contains 16 nations, the 897th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector in The Warden World

World Census analysts extensively tested concept muscle cars in empty parking lots in order to estimate which nations have the largest auto industries.

As a region, The Warden World is ranked 7,540th in the world for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Mechanized Republic of GilderaFather Knows Best State“Liberty and industry”
2.The Future states of Industrial AmericaCompulsory Consumerist State“E Pluribus Unum”
3.The Free Middle-Earth of HellasreichCorporate Police State“....”
4.The Introspective Horrors of ImmordeniaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Insecure, unconfined, destructive, that's what you are!”
5.The Free city of AthatonCorporate Bordello“Strong and stable”
6.The Darkest timeline of United Utrikite StatesIron Fist Consumerists“Für den europäischen Arbeiter!”
7.The Federation of Zombie kingIron Fist Consumerists“In the ashes of war our Demons are our friends”
8.The Separate Enclaves of DreazenMother Knows Best State“⍋⟟⍜⌰⏃⏁ ⎍⎅⊬ ⟟⋔⌿⍀⍜⎐⟒⏚”
9.The Guardians of The 5th Militia FleetCorporate Police State“Sent on behalf of the Traveler...”
10.The Union of Mars of KehmriaPsychotic Dictatorship“Mars Aeternum!”
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Hellasreich wrote:"No, it isn't.", Eldarion would state as the horses arrived.
The Martians happily got on some of the horses and quickly Rairel took the only pure white horse..
"The only thing I fear is though is that it could be something terrible... Sauron even.".

"I'm sure its something other than Sauron, possibly something... greater.", Rairel would say.
"Um... what would that be?", Eldarion would ask looking to Rairel.
"Who knows... not all black clouds are evil. "

“Well,” Mando says as he takes a horse, “guess we’ll find out when we get there.”

The other two Guardians find their own horses and join Mando, ready to ride.

swear to god i will go red alert yuris revenge on all of you so fast

Dreazen wrote:swear to god i will go red alert yuris revenge on all of you so fast

So, global mind control?

Hellasreich wrote:
Mairon was patient at first but the whistling... the tune was terrible. Music itself gave birth to Mairon's world and he himself took part in it... this tune put his entire life's work to shame.
'SILENCE...', Mairon tried to order Vlaicu through the ring as he looked around through Vlaicu's eyes get a better sense of surroundings.

Vlaicu felt a slight chill in the air, halting his whistling to cradle the warm, comforting ring in his pocket.
More memories followed.
Several raids on Decepticons researchoutposts, alongside officer Grey and the Autobots. Sparks were the facsimile souls of Cybertronian commonwealth, able to produce electrical power instead of psychic energy, as well as enhance electronic systems and intelligences. Like all things given at creation, they were taken for granted and ruthlessly exploited by the Decepticons.
Cruel, inhumane research into Red Sparks, the splintering of normal Blue Sparks into mindless, vengeful, violent animals, was marred in disgust by Vlaicu, but the entity of Immordenia, tasting the same memories through the flesh it had lent to Mairon, licked its lips at the thought.
"There is little need to lift a hand when mortals are so quick to break themselves, and too eager to toss aside the pieces... While metal life will not serve as fodder, it will make excellent fuel..." it whispered.
The clone's senses were faintly revealed to the ring, as he input a personal access code to the magrail compartment, which in turn opened its doors to the exclusive VIP compartment, much to the jealousy of several other clones from Vlaicu's complex as they entered the public compartments. Vlaicu sat down in a red valvet and brass chair, considering the wine compartment which had just opened up to his right side...

The 5th Militia Fleet wrote:“Well,” Mando says as he takes a horse, “guess we’ll find out when we get there.”

The other two Guardians find their own horses and join Mando, ready to ride.

Eldarion took the lead. At first they all went on a gallop but after an hour they slowed and after a few more hours arrived at the Black Gate, the soldiers that were there when Mando first arrived were on their knees with Gondorians behind them sticking swords to their neck ready to stab at any movement.
As they went through the massive gate Rairel seemed to crack a smile, he was getting excited about something.
"I will need to stop at Mount Doom...I-I have business to take care of."

Eldarion looked back at Rairel slightly suspicious.
"What business do you have at Mount Doom?", questioned Eldarion.

"Something personal...", Merely replied Rairel

Immordenia wrote:
Vlaicu felt a slight chill in the air, halting his whistling to cradle the warm, comforting ring in his pocket.
More memories followed.
Several raids on Decepticons researchoutposts, alongside officer Grey and the Autobots. Sparks were the facsimile souls of Cybertronian commonwealth, able to produce electrical power instead of psychic energy, as well as enhance electronic systems and intelligences. Like all things given at creation, they were taken for granted and ruthlessly exploited by the Decepticons.
Cruel, inhumane research into Red Sparks, the splintering of normal Blue Sparks into mindless, vengeful, violent animals, was marred in disgust by Vlaicu, but the entity of Immordenia, tasting the same memories through the flesh it had lent to Mairon, licked its lips at the thought.
"There is little need to lift a hand when mortals are so quick to break themselves, and too eager to toss aside the pieces... While metal life will not serve as fodder, it will make excellent fuel..." it whispered.
The clone's senses were faintly revealed to the ring, as he input a personal access code to the magrail compartment, which in turn opened its doors to the exclusive VIP compartment, much to the jealousy of several other clones from Vlaicu's complex as they entered the public compartments. Vlaicu sat down in a red valvet and brass chair, considering the wine compartment which had just opened up to his right side...

"ignore the wine.", Mairon tried to compel  Vlaicu.
"The others are... unworthy. Slowly you will plan, slowly you will exterminate., Mairon also tried to instil these thoughts into Vlaicu.
"You are the only one worthy enough to lead your kind."

Hellasreich wrote:"ignore the wine.", Mairon tried to compel  Vlaicu.
"The others are... unworthy. Slowly you will plan, slowly you will exterminate., Mairon also tried to instil these thoughts into Vlaicu.
"You are the only one worthy enough to lead your kind."

Vlaicu rubbed his head, his subconscious mind somewhat tired from resisting these cruel thoughts. He felt a headache coming on, and decided [with urging from the ring] to not drink the wine. Best to be sober for these things, anyways, he thought.

The magrail arrived on time, and Vlaicu exited, brushing past several Yuris and a few Arranu as he briskly walked towards a wider connected building,eventually stopping outside a rather antiquated wooden door. Giving a light knock before opening, he entered, being greeted by several seated Yuri Clones, all at similar ages to him. An older one with gray hairs [clearly a conscious choice in Yuri society] gestured to him excitedly.
"Vlaik, it is nice to see you! We were worried you might have been... busy, with work! Sit down, sit down!"
Vlaicu closed the door behind him and sat beside the older clone, as one of his brothers, one who had not cheered at the sight of Vlaiku resumed speaking, sullen in his voice.
"And after I had my shore leave extended thanks to the radiation spike, she... was deployed in the 3rd Combined Aquatic Patrol Group... she... the machines... the submarines... it was focused fire and she..."
the clone broke down, cupping his face in his hands and quietly sobbing, as his fellows next to him put their hands on his shoulders.
Vlaicu did not react much to this, having heard it before. The ring sensed, through his passive defenses, the hint of a memory of this: Daryush, a navy lieutenant, once privately married to an Arranu army who had been on his vessel, their shore leaves weren't synchronized and his stay in a neighboring town was extended by a radiation pulse from the bombing of Transylvania. He had to be put into intensive care and frozen while the radiation-scrubbing bacteria cultures were prepared, and was in cryosleep when his wife died on deployment against the Plan B submarines.
Vlaicu did not hold strong feelings about Daryush repeating his story. Both had opened up to the counseling group, and after a brief chat, had not much further contact. Vlaicu was a Traditionalist, believing only Yuris or a Yuri should rule Transyvania, and that all allies, alien or otherwise, should be distant and separate, having lost many comrades fighting other nations. Daryush believed that by integrating with other peoples and nations, they would have strong allies and be stronger than by themselves, and had taken it to heart with wedding an Arranu woman. While neither had directly clashed over their beliefs, their unease by their differences had made the gap between the two veterans seemingly insurmountable, and each tended to stay silent and avoid the other.
Vlaicu felt an urge to speak, but the ring sensed an opportunity to steer his mind and mouth towards a topic of discussion...

Hellasreich wrote:Eldarion took the lead. At first they all went on a gallop but after an hour they slowed and after a few more hours arrived at the Black Gate, the soldiers that were there when Mando first arrived were on their knees with Gondorians behind them sticking swords to their neck ready to stab at any movement.
As they went through the massive gate Rairel seemed to crack a smile, he was getting excited about something.
"I will need to stop at Mount Doom...I-I have business to take care of."

Eldarion looked back at Rairel slightly suspicious.
"What business do you have at Mount Doom?", questioned Eldarion.

"Something personal...", Merely replied Rairel

“Wait, you mentioned Mount Doom a while back. Something about this power that we supposedly need?” Mando asked. “Is that it?”

The 5th Militia Fleet wrote:“Wait, you mentioned Mount Doom a while back. Something about this power that we supposedly need?” Mando asked. “Is that it?”

"Mount Doom? Power? What are you planning Elf?", Eldarion looked back at Rairel, his suspicion grew greater.
"Elves my king, they hid a ring of power there about 10 years after Sauron was defeated. I intend to reclaim it."

"Why would they hide it there? A place of evil.", Eldarion questioned.
"Ask the Elves.", Rairel replied.

Reiter proceeded to ride his horse up by Mando.
"Should we keep an eye on him?", he'd quietly say.
"Seems sketchy."

As they rode Mount Doom came into view, once this mountain was active and now it lays dormant.... for now.

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