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The Holy empire of Haughtainia wishes to anounce the Grand opening of a whole new continent (region). We have named this unlimited lump of land The British Isles and empire and it's reserved for nations who are ether based upon Britain, (or something British), or one of her colonies. All nations who find this apealing to them may join.

Britannia rule the waves...

OOC: No, your thinking of me. Oops, did I say that out loud?

OOC: Yes you did, and no I wasnt.

so who's interested in joining THE BRITISH ISLES AND EMPIRE region?

*sigh* looks like no ones gonna join

I'd imagine that it could help at least a little to correctly spell Britannia.

i would be interested in joining.

I'd imagine that it could help at least a little to correctly spell Britannia.


er... oops, ive corrected my mistakes (spelling isnt my strong point :rolleyes: )

i would be interested in joining.

Thanks for your reply, it would be nice to have you aboard, but one member isnt going to hack it. If you know any more British type nations, then please tell them about this region and if possible get them to join.

The Community of Findhorn is a tiny nation on a rocky island off the mainland of (somewhere like) Scotland. Atop the granite mountain at the centre of the island, a peaceful community of monks -- men and women -- study, teach and work at their various arts and crafts under the wise (if sometimes quirky) guidance of Sister Merrim and Brother Aneurin. They dedicate each action of their lives to the ancient mother-goddess of the Celts, whose worship never failed in this largely inaccessible area.

Scattered about the remainder of the island are individual crofts where families raise the far-too-intelligent, bad-tempered goats whose silky hair, woven into extraordinary tapestries or garments, is the nation's main export. The island supports only one main centre of population, a small town (or large village) sensibly known as Town.

However, the nation is not entirely cut off from the modern world. Information technology is just as valid an art (or craft) as basket-weaving, and every bit as useful to the children of the Goddess. Monks and Townsfolk alike welcome seekers of all kinds if they are willing to make the tedious, often dangerous and always exhausting journey to this unremarkable haven of the ordinary.

thanks for the discription of your nation im sure you will make a great controbution to the B.I.E.

OOC// Britain never never never shall be slaves...

I'll move a puppet there once I get round to it.

Its Britons never shall be slaves actually :)

The king of haughainia, a very stressed man, stands up screaming "ITS NEVER EVER EVER!!!!!". He then sits back down, pours himself a brandy, sips it, then begins to weep uncontrolably. "I know this song, I do" he reasures himself.

I would like to join but im affraid im already happy in the region im in. All my armed forces are based on that of the UK (if a little scaled up lol) i would however like to informed how the region goes coz if you get any stick ill be there to defend the B.I.E.
keep in touch

If that's the King of Haughtainia, I can't help but feel we're setting ourselves up for a George III situation here. Still, he was followed by the Regency. And that was fun --

Though we're over-jocose
Unfunny and gross
We don't lose a fraction
Of self-satisfaction.
Complacency never forsakes
Roistering Regency rakes!

(Can't remember who wrote that, dammit.)

So: does the King of Haughtainia have any promising (or even unpromising) heirs?

The king of Haughtainia is a very, lets say, active man for his age. He has about 83 known children 44 of which are his sons and the rest are his daughters. Only 4 of them are legitimate and out of them, 3 are girls and one is a boy. But strangely enough the people of Haughtainia still respect him as the leader of their nation. God save the King!.

I would like to join but im affraid im already happy in the region im in. All my armed forces are based on that of the UK (if a little scaled up lol) i would however like to informed how the region goes coz if you get any stick ill be there to defend the B.I.E.
keep in touch


The king has recoverd from his recant episode and Dicides to wright a letter personaly to the goverment of Easy Green in thanks to there offering of support.

To the goverment of easy green

Dont worry haughtainia will keep you posted on events going on in the B.I.E and we will send your nation a telegram whenever we need your ade. The problem is, that would be about now!. The B.I.E desperitely needs new members and so far we have a grand totle of two (includeing myself). Haughtainia knows that your nation cannot join but asks that you tell as many nations as possible, that you know can and will join the region, about this region.

Thankyou very much.

Regards: King Archbald David Smith Ponsoniby Keth Haughton XXIII


After finnishing the letter the king finds out from his wife, The Queen, that a "meeting" with one of his "contacts" has resulted in the birth of a new son (so thats 84 then!), he then has a nervous break down and is rushed to hospital.

To his royal majesty, the King of Haughtainia

The Grand Duchy of Maless apologizes wholeheartily for the pain we have caused you. We hope that there has not been any permenant damage to either the health of your highness, nor the potential relationship between our two nations. However his highness, the Grand Duke of Maless would like to point out that he was merely correcting that one word "britons" and was fully aware that the following lyrics were in fact "never ever ever" but thought it unecessary to point that out.
We hope that at some point in the near future, your highness and his family could enjoy the hospitally of our great nationstate... well some of his family, 83+wives+mistresses may cause a strain on our economy.

- Many fine regards,
The Grand Duke

The Clan of the O Faolains is an Irish based Nation, however we would gladly set up a new colony within the British Isles and Empire, if we may, I shall Construct it immediately.

It Shall be named~

[The Colony of] Irish Wolves

God Save the King!

I think you mean-

"Rule Water Cooler..."

;)

The king of Haughtainia is having a fast and speedy recovery, (as some of the nurses found out!) and should be out of hospital soon. He wishes to thank all nations who supported him during his illness and would like to invite you to his diamond jubilee. The king wishes to express his deepest gratitude to all nations who joined or supported the British isle and Empire region. All nations are invited but you will have a special place in the ceremonies. We ask that members of your armed forces will join in the military parade.

regards: C.Henderson, head of the royal household.

To his royal majesty, the King of Haughtainia

The Grand Duchy of Maless apologizes wholeheartily for the pain we have caused you. We hope that there has not been any permenant damage to either the health of your highness, nor the potential relationship between our two nations. However his highness, the Grand Duke of Maless would like to point out that he was merely correcting that one word "britons" and was fully aware that the following lyrics were in fact "never ever ever" but thought it unecessary to point that out.
We hope that at some point in the near future, your highness and his family could enjoy the hospitally of our great nationstate... well some of his family, 83+wives+mistresses may cause a strain on our economy.

- Many fine regards,
The Grand Duke


Once the king is in better health he, his son and two of his three (legitamit) dauters, will accept your invotation and will visit your courts some time in the near future.We also wish to appologise for the kings over reaction, but states that it was due to a state of mentle instability in the kings mind. The King hopes our two great nations will live in an era of peace and freandship.

C.Henderson

(OOC: Apparently someone has suggested that, while everyone's visiting for the Jubilee, they might as well get some work done on the Future of Our Great Region.)
“He’s mad,” said the Mayor, flatly. “He’s a few chops short of a barbie, he’s a couple of sangers short of a picnic, he’s got wombats in the top paddock. He’s nuts. He’s crazy. He is absolutely, totally, completely, incontrovertibly, no two ways about it, upright, downright, outright, barking MAD!”
“He’s our king,” said Mother Mirrim.
“He is not!” protested the Senior Guildsman. “The English dumped our king in 1745. This one’s probably some sort of relative of that soap-opera bunch with all the dogs.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Brother Aneurin said. “He can’t be completely loopy, anyway. It’s an invitation he sent us, not a command. If we don’t want to go, we just say no.”
“Ri-i-ight. I can see the headlines now,” said the Mayor. “The Mouse That Roared. Tiny Country Defies King. Findhorn Tweaks Lion’s Tail. A Slap in the Face for Britannia.”
“Look, I don’t know what you’re on about,” said Mother Mirrim. “We’ve been talking about this for a while. I thought we’d agreed. It’s time we officially rejoined the world. For the past few centuries we’ve been forgotten, and a good thing, too. But now we’re on Google’s data-base. If we don’t go out to them, they’ll start coming to us.”
“Yeah. Bloody CNN landing a bloody great helicopter in the bloody Abbey courtyard,” agreed the Mayor, glumly. “Or on the bloody cricket-ground. It’d play merry hell with the pitch, but what would the Yanks care?”
“So: resolved, that we send somebody to the Jubilee and stick around for the – what is it – British Unity Conference,” cut in Brother Aneurin, talking over the Mayor’s outburst with the smoothness of the practised bureaucrat. “At least then we’ve got some sort of control over what happens.”
“Jam-drops, anyone?” asked Mother Mirrim, getting them on their feet before anyone could come up with another objection. “Year 11 Hospitality’s been working on their afternoon tea menus. I think we’ve got scones and cream, too, out in the Refectory ...”
Efficiently mother-henning them out of her study, she was already working on the next set of problems: Whom to send? What to ask for? And, oh dear, how much would it cost?

Haughtainia would like to announce that it will be creating a new thread, to signify the diamond jubilee of King Archibald David Smyth Ponsonby Keith Haughton. Thus, we will need your help, to ensure that proceedings go smoothly. I will need the names of you elite military units, as I would like them to participate in the military parade.

D. Campbell
Royal Event Organiser.

OOC: We will pay all expenses.

OOC: There is a new thread anouncing plans for the jublee so if you want to read it, go ahead. :)

The Diamond Jubilee thread is:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=352167

It's in International Incidents.

There's also a techies' thread. A very, very techies' thread. It's

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=352195

It's in International Incidents, think it's p3, something like "B.I.E. Industries presents . . . ". With pic!

But not for peaceful Findhorn, unless anyone wants to buy goat-hair cloth for upholstery. And I'm not sure the United Guilds would let it be exported for military purposes, anyway. So, since we don't want to provoke a strike, it's back to the Diamond Jubilee for me.

But have fun, techies!

Thanks for the links findhorn I wanted to make one but wasnt sure how. Im sorry I never reaplyed to any of your messages earlyer, I have just checked the message boards before I went to bed. you've been a great help so far and I hope theres a way I can repay you.

I think our most elite unit is comparable to the home guard in Dad's army...

I think our most elite unit is comparable to the home guard in Dad's army...

Even so your units are still welcome to the parade. this is an event for all nations and haughtainia would like your representation in the jubilee. If you don’t wish to send military units then have a look at the Jubilee thread to see what else you can send. Findhorn has provided a link to to the thread on page two.

er..... bump?