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The Empire of Light and Order woud like to further the spread of knowledge and goodness by inviting the brightness and most morally upstanding individuals from a variety of nations to participate in the Academy of Enlightenment.

Here in addition to having experience professors and a lovely campus by the beautiful pristine beaches of Light and Order, you will have one of the most valuable assest for learning. Each other! We hope that by founding this academy we can ensure the surival and propagation of enlightenment

Please submit applicants below. Schools fees are waived in light of the generousness of the Light and Order government.

Hmmm, what do you teach here?

Hmmm, what do you teach here?

Ah an excellent question!

Western Philosophy
Eastern Philosophy
Morals and Ethics
Oratory and speech making
Independent thinking
Analysis of Beliefs


Self Defense
Mental Shielding
Belief in Self
Bbelief in a Higher Being
Does a Higher Being exist?

And of course a huge variety of mathetmatics, social sciences, natural sciences, phyiscal education, language, literature, music and hundreds more options for the gifted and the bright.

What is this blasphemy? one cannot teach enlightement, one must have faith in the führer and trust in the goddess! your attempt at defiling and corrupting the pure minds of the peoples has been seen through by the enlightened and purest of eyes. Our beloved Führer would urge all nations to denounce this academy and seek true enlightenment via the strength and passion that is the Holy Empire of Iraqstan.

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Minister for Arrogance

Miweenia will be sending 10 of its brightest pupils to learn of

Ethics
Self Defense

and whatever additional course they feel desirous.

Tomus Cone, SCHMUCK
Lethal Assassin of the CEO
Lovechild of the Board
Centrifuge, Miweenia

Our nation would like to send 20 of its top citizens for enrollment in every course so that they may increase their knowledge and share it with others.

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-Sam Harringer
Official Aid of the Führer

I will send 10 of my best commanders so they may become more intelligent, thus making our military so much the better.

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Commander Aleksey Vasikovich Reyerov, Minister of Defense
National Military Command, Fort Drakkon
001 Vincere Street, Ophiuchus, Phenoix

This blasphemous academy will be a disappointment we are sure of that! One cannot be taught enlightenment the führer urges you all to reconsider your choices there are many other academies that teach these things without the defiling corruption of trying to teach enlightenment.

Send your people to them!

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Minister for Arrogance

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You know, I have my country send students to this kind of thing with the unannounced understanding that self-defense will be incorporated into the military, along with anything else useful that can be regurgitated by the students in question. But I would never announce that kind of thing.

Witness a previous thread for "terrorist training" against "Capitalists". Miweenia is a very capitalist country... of COURSE they are going to send trainees. Even brainwashed the little buggers are easily identifiable. We scoop 'em back up and get the low-down on the bad guys tactics.

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we were about to send students, but a school that believe in god, in our eyes, is not an educated school.

A we thank you for your enrollements. As to the qusetion of God and religion please LOOK CAREFULLY the courses offered. There are "Belief in the Higher Being' and 'Is there a higher being?"

Hopefully we show ourselves to be a very open and fair place of learing. As to Iraqstan's incompetent babbling I wish you would leave this thread alone.

As for my potential students to be thank and pack your bags. I am sure you will all enjoy a thoroughly liberal and open education. Of course with such a diverse student body as yourselves I am sure you will have a great opportunity to discuss all sorts of ideas with each other.

Self defense and military tactics will be taught but the focus is on knowledge and enlightenment, not killing and death.

Lively Branch Ranch
Outside Thorntree, Iansisle, the Commonwealth

Claude-Sébastien d’René St. Jacques, son of René d’Sébastien St. Jacques - the twelfth Duke of Cape Deliverance, Noropia - leaned up against a fence at the Lively Branch. It was raining slightly - not hard enough to be unusual in the western foothills, but enough to put a jacket on. Iansislean medicine had advanced by leaps and bounds over the last few years, but pneumonia was still a concern - not a terror as it had once been, just a concern.

The rainy season was almost over, Claude-Sébastien reminded himself with a smile. It had seemed to be an extra long one this year - stretching all the way into mid September. Still, in many cases, the rainy season was better than the winter that would follow it. Winters were always hard on the Great Shield - not as hard as they were in Noropia, granted - but the reward of a dry, warm two months of Spring was worth waiting for.

Heather O’Donnoghue, the daughter of famed agricultural multi-millionaire Brian O’Donnoghue, squeezed his hand softly. “What’s on your mind, Sébastien?” she asked, looking up at him.

He smiled back at her, unconsciously checking the empty path behind them. “I was just thinking about how it was really too bad that the offer to study in Danya fell through. I was really looking forward to the chance to be rid of my father for an entire year.”

“Oh, Sébastien,” frowned Heather, biting her lower lip. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a hundred times. I don’t care one little bit for your inheritance!” The argument had the flavor of one that had been made a thousand times over.

Claude-Sébastien was ready to take up the fight, but something in her look made him change his mind. He smiled at her instead. “You know I just want what’s best for you - perhaps I will tell my father.”

She smiled back at him, but knew he wouldn’t. It didn’t matter. Things would continue as they always were, as they always had been, as they always would be.

Back at the ranch house, her father was breaking his fast. For a multi-millionaire, he still retained much of the youthful energy and the crude habits of a hired hand, as he had once been on the Lord MacIntyre’s land. Flipping the newspaper - he paid to have the Ianapalis Tribune-Star delivered all the way up to Thorntree - a small article, in the corner of the front page of the living section, caught his attention.

The door opened, and his daughter and that young Noropian she was ready to promise her heart to walked in. O’Donnoghue was a new-wealthist, meaning that he had none of the prejudices of the old landed aristocracy - and that he was a mere ‘commoner’, no matter how much money he raked up. Where Claude-Sébastien’s father would disown him if he ever found out about the relationship - not that Heather had told her father that - O’Donnoghue was beside himself with pleasure at his daughter’s choice. Claude-Sébastien was handsome, sweet, smart, and above all polite, even if he was of higher blood than the simple former ranch hand.

“Heather dear,” he asked, calling across the room. “Are you and Sébastien still interested in going abroad to study?”

The pair stopped in their tracks, looking at one another. “Yes, father, very much so,” was Heather’s eventual response. O’Donnoghue - rather than have them come to him or use one of his many servants to carry it - walked across the room, smiling at Claude-Sébastien and handing the article to his daughter, who read it.

“Oh, father,” smiled Heather. “It would mean so much to me to be able to study abroad, to get off the Shield for a while!”

“Then you’d better get working on your application,” laughed O’Donnoghue, rescuing the rest of the paper for further reading. Heather looked at Claude-Sébastien, who looked back at her. They were upstairs finding pen and paper inside of a minute.

Our Leading free thinker / philospher / popularist / novelist / all round nice bloke, Mahatanma Coati wishes to attend in the role of observer.

Comrade Dmitri would like to learn rhetoric and Eastern philosophy please.

Yes by all means please do come. I expect of course some lively discussions with your other classmates.

As to Iansisle you will be more than free to pursue your relationship far away from prejudiced eyes and everything that happens in the Academy is independent. The full might of the Empire will guarentee its acadmecs freedom. I am also sure you will find our lovely beaches to be most welcome.

Lazy Branch Ranch
Outside Thorntree, Iansisle, the Commonwealth

“Well,” said Claude-Sébastien, looking over the brief acceptance letter, then back at Heather. “I suppose we’d better get packing.”

Heather, sitting on her bed, nodded. “How are you going to tell your father?”

“He was willing to accept me going to Danya,” shrugged Claude-Sébastien. “I can’t see how this is that much different.” He took a shirt from the closet, folding it neaty without thinking. “I suppose we’ll have to travel by aeroflyer?”

“Are you even going to tell him?” asked Heather, not the least distracted by Claude-Sébastien’s attempts to evade her question.

“Perhaps,” sighed the young heir to western Noropia. “Perhaps.”

“Sébastien!” exclaimed Heather, looking at him in exasperation. “Your father - no matter what his backwards views may be - is a good man, who cares very much about his son! He has the right to know his first born son won’t be just down at Royal Standard University!”

“Alright, alright,” conceded Claude-Sébastien. “I’ll write him a letter. I won’t go there, though. That I’ve vowed, not until I’m the Duke.”

“What a perfectly horrid thing to say,” grimiced Heather. He said it often enough that it didn’t really affect her anymore, but she felt the need to chastise him every time, regardless. Her aggrivated look and tone had an effect oppisote to the one intended - the Noropia grinned.

“You know you love it when I say that,” he laughed, sitting down next to her on the bed.

“Now, Claude-Sébastien d’René Saint Jacques...” she started, pretending to push him off.

“Oh, I must really be in trouble now,” he laughed catching her wrists gently. “You only use my full name just before I get slapped.”

Now it was Heather’s turn to giggle. “Did I ever really slap you?”

“Yes, that once,” he remembered. “At the student union, when we first met, remember? I told that joke about...”

“Don’t even start!” she laughed. “I’ll do it again!”

I am assuming that everyone that applied is serious and is not TOO crazy. Thought I have my reservations...

Feel free to RP your transports and ships to the Academy. Just make sure you signal ahead with the Air Guard or the Academy might find that it iis missing a few internationally renown scholars :wink:
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Welcome scholars I am Praetor Erudita,

I am the head of this new founded Academy and would like to start off by showing you around this marvelous facility. The Empire of Light and Order, a great patron of Learning and Education has decided to spread its love all around the world. As a result you see this world class facility before you.

As you have undoutedly noticed flying in we are on an island. It is about 32 sq miles and has about 10 miles of beautiful beaches. Inland you will find the Campus. These are the main collections of buildings such as your dorms, classrooms, lecture halls, debate areas, sports fields, facilities and other amenities.

If you will all please step aboard the shuttle we will have you there in a jiffy

Hey I would like to send a team of scholars!

Christian Li

A smart computer geek he compensates for his lack of people skills by learning kungfu at the renown Shaolin Monatery for 10 years. In a word, he kicks butt!

Kelly Chan

An absolute hottie, most people just think she's a looker. Turns out she has a PhD in theoretical physics and can hold her own in a one mile run. She likes Chinese food a lot! So kudos to whoever can cook a nice dish of beef and vegatables, Beijing style.

Please, I urge you, do not send any students toi this "academy"! It is obviously a brainwashing terrorist training camp! Do you wish for your students to become your own assassins?

Lord Donnelly of The Crimson Sword (medieval tech)
Member of the Order of Katar

Mahatanma Coati will be arriving alone aboard a standard VC10 of Nadaskair (our state airline) The call sign will be Nad 1 and we will use your standard airtraffic control. Tarmac fees will be reimbursed on the aircrafts safe arrival. Please in form when it is on your tarmac.

We are sending 100 scholars to take all courses.

Our enrollees will arrive in a C-59 Dropship, escorted (as a safety precaution) by two AH-498VX Souix Gunships. Their call sign is Tabun-Blue and they will use your standard airtraffic control.

Airflight inbound..rate calculation completed.

Calling sign will be "Scholar". All in bound flight please turn on your transponders! I repeat turn on all transponders to avoid unnecessary trouble.

OOC: I am planning a course study and a way to allow students to talk to each other, have adventures and stuff.

Also any ideas are more than welcome.

Traveling on a Bankfield Mk. III wasn't quite the horrendous experience Claude-Sébastien had expected it to be. Rather, the modern aeroflyer glided smoothly through the air, hitting only the occasional patch of turbulence as it descended into the nearest airfield to the university.

Heather slept peacefully against his shoulder, reassuring the young Noropian student. Someday, he would be able to convince his father that being in love with a commoner - especially not a very rich commoner - was no sin. Until then, he ran the constant risk of being noticed by one of the Duke’s agents while being affectionate with Heather, something that would earn him an immediate disownment from the St. Jacques’ family fortune and the Dukeship of Cape Deliverance.

His younger brother - lord, he hated him - Maurice would step into the role of heir. Maurice was already the favorite, Claude-Sébastien remembered with a wince. He was a good little boy who stayed at home and only cast eyes at noble girls.

Heather stirred slightly as he moved. Lovingly, he wrapped his right arm about her, leaning back in the seat. Several other passengers - Iansislean tourists, by the looks of them - stared at the young couple so rude as to offend them with a public display of affection, but remained in an indignant silence.

The pitch of the engines changed slightly as the civilian passenger flight prepared for a descent into Light and Order.

The enrollees spent most of their time on the flight studying their surroundings, learning the landscape and what else they could. As they landed, the Souixs hovering overhead swept the air about them, but they didn't care. The settings were new, and they took in their surroundings like machines, gathering observational data and processing it for whatever purposes their minds could possibly make use of as they made their way to the customs building.

Mahatanma Coati, cleared customs quickly, after all as a spiritual man he was travelling light, just a few t-shirts and a couple of pairs of jeans, (all made from home spun cloth), and his battered sandles were all he ever needed.

"Excuse me" he said politely to the nearest official looking person. "I have come for enlightenment, could you direct me?"

we were about to send students, but a school that believe in god, in our eyes, is not an educated school.

With a philosophy such as yours, your planet is doomed... :evil:

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Mathatanma Coati stood up,
"Oh well", he said to the world in general."It seems that this whole thing was a waste of time, How foolish that a man can claim to hold enlightenment anyway. Truth lays with in us all and it is deep in our own souls that the path to true enlightenment lays."
And he sadly caught the next flight home.