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  • #16
    ...or cover for arming an insurrection in neighbouring (sorry, one nation down) state?
    ~ If Tehben spits eggs at you, jump on them and throw them back. ~ Eventis ~ Eventis Dungeons & Dragons 6th Age Campaign: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4: (Unspeakable) Horror on the Hill ~

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    • #17
      Are you implying something?
      Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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      • #18
        I would never imply anything untoward about our glorious Karakan allies!
        ~ If Tehben spits eggs at you, jump on them and throw them back. ~ Eventis ~ Eventis Dungeons & Dragons 6th Age Campaign: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4: (Unspeakable) Horror on the Hill ~

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        • #19
          MTA News 24

          Breaking News: Abandoned Terrorist Training Camps Found in Abandoned Territory South of Mettre

          Announcer: We have breaking news coming in that the Mettran Army has found abandoned terrorist training camps in the Abandoned Territory south of Mettre. The Army believes that the training camp was used to aid the attacks on St. Mare-Église and Evanton. Earlier today 5 bombs exploded in St. Mare-Église, and one bomb in Evanton, the former killing 102 people, the latter injuring only 5.

          More on this as it comes in.

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          • #20
            Some free advice: do not invite Auldoninna over to help with your terrorist problems.
            ~ If Tehben spits eggs at you, jump on them and throw them back. ~ Eventis ~ Eventis Dungeons & Dragons 6th Age Campaign: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4: (Unspeakable) Horror on the Hill ~

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            • #21
              OOC: Is it just me, or does it seem that every war seems to spawn another one and then refuse to end?

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              • #22
                Adailton

                He was dressed far too well for Marine Castle. After all, Marine Castle was the premier sailing and beach activities district in Adailton, and most people dressed accordingly. But he was wearing a business suit, and sitting at a table on the sidewalk drinking coffee.

                He supposed this was what the restaurant meant by "al fresco". It was some language he didn't understand. Probably Spanish; half of this city seemed to speak Spanish. He had bought a book that was supposed to learn you how to, but it had had little impact. He had enough problems figuring out when to say tu and when to say Usted, let alone remember six forms for every verb.

                A shadow fell over his table. "Where is your appointment?"

                "In Samara." The man in the suit looked up. "You made it."

                "Yes," his visitor sighed. "I thought I'd be able to just slip in. No-one told me how fascist this city was about security!" he complained. "At the airport they photographed and fingerprinted everyone who got off the plane. Then there were computer cross-checks. And the terminal building was full of these, robots in black helmets."

                "The Civil Defense Militia," the man in the suit supplied. "You definitely don't want to get on their bad side. It's worse now that the soccer championship is gonna be here. But at least you made it."

                His visitor's eyes lit up. "As per our agreement," he purred, and flipped a suitcase up onto the table and flicked it open. "Karakas Sovereigns, small bills, from the last two years. You may count it if you wish."

                "No need, my friend. I trust you. We've had to move the drop point, 'cause the Karakan paramilitaries found the old one. The new one is in Kyasanur Gorge. It's about twenty miles northwest of the old drop point, near an abandoned mineshaft. You'll recognize it - it's marked like we agreed."

                "Thank you." The visitor locked the briefcase and slid it across the table. "To the revolution," he said, offering a closed fist in a gesture that looked very much like a secret handshake.

                "Victory!" The man in the business suit returned the gesture. "Will you stay," he said casually, "and have some coffee?"
                Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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                • #23
                  Originally posted by GeneralTacticus
                  OOC: Is it just me, or does it seem that every war seems to spawn another one and then refuse to end?
                  OOC: Not just you.
                  Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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                  • #24
                    Originally posted by joncha
                    Some free advice: do not invite Auldoninna over to help with your terrorist problems.
                    GM of MAFIA #40 ,#41, #43, #45,#47,#49-#51,#53-#58,#61,#68,#70, #71

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                    • #25
                      From Renewed Ikixe
                      To Mettre

                      We would like to help, but we currently have no information on these attackers. We will send you any information we do come across. Meanwhile we are increasing security on our border, regrettably this means that anyone travelling from your country into ours will meet with some inconveniences, but it is necessary.
                      Those walls are absent of glory as they always have been. The people of tents will inherit this land.

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