Holy panooly
12-08-2005, 16:43
Outside Haven Waters
Bloomsburry and Evertson were deeply curious was the hell was happening in Haven. Nations disappeared, Hallad's a green wasteland, Allanea sunk beneath the waves, into the arctic Haven sea. There's enough land to colonize in the name of Holy Panooly and to expand our enterprises and the need of natural resources to sell on the world market. The Panoolian economy was growing, not as rapidly as predicted but there was money. Money to buy obsolete vessels floating around in former IA holdings. Quality vessels built by some of the most respected and awarded shipyards in the region.
"This is truly a fine day my dear Captain Evertson," Bloomsburry said while gazing from the bridge of his new enhanced Aasimar class trimerian battlecruiser. The thing was abandoned by a nation which fell away into disarray, panic and what-not. But now it's ours. "You know why it's such a fine day Everetson? Because the region of Haven is open for the taking. We can feast on the corpses of the socialists, we can fight alongside new nations like brothers."
"It sounds like paradise." mumbled Evertson, who wasn't paying much attention to Bloomsburry's speech on the grand oppertunities.
"It IS paradise my good man! We have spare time for everything. Money for everyone, technology, raids and pillaging."
"But where to start, that's the most difficult question."
"It is" Bloomsburry replied "It is."
The Panoolian ships, commanded by ill-experienced sailors who barely knew their way around in such a technological monstrosity set course for the eastern Haven continent, where it shall begin. In all the chaos and maim these ships may not be the most obvious target for the Haven armies, for they're just advanced pirates. Just to be sure, a message is sent to The Silver Turtle and allies about the Panoolian intentions.
http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/holy_panooly.jpg
Steam engines roll, Furnaces burn bright, progress lives
Secure Communiqué
TO: The Silver Turtle, The Territory, Allanea
FROM: Captain J. Bloomsburry, commander of the new Panoolian fleet
MESSAGE:
We have heard of your delightful mission to wipe out several most annoying nations in Haven. We do not know the motives behind your actions, or why all the murder takes place. Perhaps you feel good about it, but that does not matter.
We are here to aid you in your quest, to vanquish the Havenites who oppose you. We may be a little bit of help, but we can cause great problems for those who are hit by us. Normally we are mercenaries, but this one's on the house.
Secure Communiqué Link Terminated.
OOC Information: Because the region Imperial Armies lies around the equator of the pacific, we're actually neighbors. This has always been this way, so don't cry godmod or anything.
Bloomsburry and Evertson were deeply curious was the hell was happening in Haven. Nations disappeared, Hallad's a green wasteland, Allanea sunk beneath the waves, into the arctic Haven sea. There's enough land to colonize in the name of Holy Panooly and to expand our enterprises and the need of natural resources to sell on the world market. The Panoolian economy was growing, not as rapidly as predicted but there was money. Money to buy obsolete vessels floating around in former IA holdings. Quality vessels built by some of the most respected and awarded shipyards in the region.
"This is truly a fine day my dear Captain Evertson," Bloomsburry said while gazing from the bridge of his new enhanced Aasimar class trimerian battlecruiser. The thing was abandoned by a nation which fell away into disarray, panic and what-not. But now it's ours. "You know why it's such a fine day Everetson? Because the region of Haven is open for the taking. We can feast on the corpses of the socialists, we can fight alongside new nations like brothers."
"It sounds like paradise." mumbled Evertson, who wasn't paying much attention to Bloomsburry's speech on the grand oppertunities.
"It IS paradise my good man! We have spare time for everything. Money for everyone, technology, raids and pillaging."
"But where to start, that's the most difficult question."
"It is" Bloomsburry replied "It is."
The Panoolian ships, commanded by ill-experienced sailors who barely knew their way around in such a technological monstrosity set course for the eastern Haven continent, where it shall begin. In all the chaos and maim these ships may not be the most obvious target for the Haven armies, for they're just advanced pirates. Just to be sure, a message is sent to The Silver Turtle and allies about the Panoolian intentions.
http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/holy_panooly.jpg
Steam engines roll, Furnaces burn bright, progress lives
Secure Communiqué
TO: The Silver Turtle, The Territory, Allanea
FROM: Captain J. Bloomsburry, commander of the new Panoolian fleet
MESSAGE:
We have heard of your delightful mission to wipe out several most annoying nations in Haven. We do not know the motives behind your actions, or why all the murder takes place. Perhaps you feel good about it, but that does not matter.
We are here to aid you in your quest, to vanquish the Havenites who oppose you. We may be a little bit of help, but we can cause great problems for those who are hit by us. Normally we are mercenaries, but this one's on the house.
Secure Communiqué Link Terminated.
OOC Information: Because the region Imperial Armies lies around the equator of the pacific, we're actually neighbors. This has always been this way, so don't cry godmod or anything.