NationStates Jolt Archive

Official Paper of the
D'Haran Empire

In a bold and daring move, the relatively unknown land of D'Hara Secundus has invaded and conquered some of the smaller surrounding nomadic peoples, and carved out a sizeable slot of land, proclaiming it the new Empire of D'Hara. The enigmatic leader of the D'Haran forces, Master Rahl, has sent out an open broadcast to the world declaring his new land, and his intentions to incorporate even more land into this growing empire. "I hold an open hand to my allies, and offer them one chance to join my mighty Empire. I will only offer once. Refusal to join sets you as my enemy until you have been decimated and assimilated. Stand with us or against us, these are your options." Fircely defended by the ominous D'Haran army led by General Trimac of the First File, this land stands firm in a world of chaos. The newly conquered lands are so vast that it hasn't even been fully mapped yet. The official map of the Empire (minus military holdings of course) is expected to be released within days. Join now before it's too late! Apply by sending an ambassador to the Nation of DHara Secundus. The ambassador will be given room and board along Kings Row until Master Rahl has time to meet with them.

- Lord Nathan Rahl of the Royal Family

Paid for by The Empire of D'Hara

Office of the High Councilman, Nypto, Zanziik

High Councilman Uri Zanzaqhe sat quietly at his desk, tapping his aged fingers on the red stained oak of the table. A wrinkled news paper sat before him, having the look of something throughly perused several times. He scratched his wrinkled head, feeling the lines of age beneath his fingers.

The D'haran Empire was going to far.

It was only recently that Uri had caught word of the relatively small nation, but already they had far exceeded the expansionistic intent of most nations triple their size. He would have to do something, but he could only guarentee so much. The rest of the Council would have to be informed.

Council Chamber, Nypto, Zanziik

Eight elderly men and women sat calmly around an ornate table, talking quietly, in the manner most normally used by those who are overcome with nervousness. It was not often an emergency council session was called.

The room fell silent as the imposing figure of the High Councilman entered the room through the high arched doors of the chamber. He walked silently towards the head of the table, carrying with him only a newspaper.

"Wise members of the Council, I have called you together today for the most important of matters. A small empire, calling it self D'hara, has expanded quickly, and has further threatened all comers. I feel that we should intervene."

After several minutes of heated debate, the nine members voted.

Five-to-four.

They would respond.


Leader of D'hara,
while expansion is a just and noble goal, the means of yours were unacceptable. Militaristic expansion was used far to quickly, with no attempt at diplomatic cooperation. To further the anger of others, you have threatened further expansion, and have openly challenged all who would come. To face what has now been classified as a threat, The Military of the Divided Territories of Zanziik has been ordered to heightened status, effectively placing your head upon the Lord's chopping block. We order you to remove yourselves from the newly conquered land, and also to withdraw you threats, or face the full might of the Zanzii Military.

The High Council of the Divided Territories of Zanziik

"Okay, shoot."

The video shows a man, clad in a red trench-coat, black leather gloves and boots, a black, gold laced cap. He has a pistol and a sword attached to his belt rings.
"Greeting's my lord," says the man, in subtly mocking tones. "I, Field Marshall Halget, represent the nation of Boozia,"(cuts to a Boozian flag fluttering above the capitol, Alchaholiaswicksburg) "It's people,(zooms in on the street below, showing commuters) "And it's military." (Cut to a long column of men, clad like Halget, but their coats are steely blue, they wear gasmasks, coal-scuttle helmets, and leather neck-covers, and carry rifles, then to a flight of helecopters, then to a missile cruiser, at sea on a sunny day, then back to Halget).
"And it is in the intersests of all three to make allies (cut to the flag, next to that of the Boozian federation) "And to crush enemies (the men advance up a hill, firing, the helicopters swoop low and fire their machine guns, the cruiser launches eight sea-stingers).
"So which you rather be? Ally or enemy? I will let you decide yourself. But you are no position to threaten us. Perhaps we will become friends in the future, perhaps foes, but until then, leave those older and greater than yourself to their designs. Good day."

OOC:What do you think of my propaganda? I’m quite prowd of it, but I want to know how the target feels. Thanks.

To the renowned Coucil of Zanziik,
I regret deeply this misunderstanding. I wish to gain allies with this gesture, not enimies. We have a new, bold, and at times rash Kingwho comes across as more aggressive than he intends. His speech was meant as an invitation to our Empire only, not a declaration of hostile intent. With regards to the recently conquered lands, they were small nomadic tribes with no laws, and disease was rampant. out of five conquered tribes, three willingly dissolved themselves and entered our union. The other two had besome a threat to our citizens and were only hurting themselves through infighting. now that they are assimilated, they are subject to D'Haran order, and are better off for it. If the council truly wishes us to return these barbarians to their flea infested dirt pits, we will be forced to regretfully decline in the name of human decency. Yet, respectfully, we must wonder if your actions are truly presented in order to further civilization? If i may quote you...
The Military of the Divided Territories of Zanziik has been ordered to heightened status, effectively placing your head upon the Lord's chopping block. We order you to remove yourselves from the newly conquered land, and also to withdraw you threats, or face the full might of the Zanzii Military.
No attempts at diplomacy first, immediate mobilization of military forces, personal threat to the Kings safty (his head), and an ultimatum backed by force. Are these not the trappings of fascism? I beg of you to turn from the pebble in the D'Haran eye, and focus on the boulder in yours.
- D'Haran Ambassador Cara, of the Mord Sith

To the land of Nova Boozia,
Your declaration of greatness has caused our economy some damage, as many pounds of soap were spent when we were forced to wash our pants after having wet them from intense laughter. Your propaganda movies bad graphics have made it possible for us to dismiss it off-handedly. However, we are open to the prospect of a trade partner. If you wish, we will send you more user friendly Propaganda building software, including the 243 page manual), in return for smaller goods such as food supplys to accomodate our recent population growth. Or if you so chose, you may apply for admittance into the D'Haran Empire, where there is equality amongst all nations that enter willingly in good standing. Our nations admittance into the UN is pending approval as we speak. Please feel free to ask me any questions regarding software versions or OS compatability, and I will be happy to send over one of our esteemed technicians.
- D'Haran Ambassador Cara, of the Mord Sith

OOC: RP D'Hara well since I already lay claim to them in FT. Do it justice and may your D'Hara always stand tall for years.

Preposterous.


Friend,

We hate to impose, but we of the Council see the fact that we did not merely declare war upon your nation at first sight as "attempts at diplomacy." We can also understand the point of brash leaders, as until very recently, Zanziik was ruled by one of these very type. We take your suggestion that we are facists as an insult of the worst type, and are again forced to "attempt diplomacy," and control our anger. We suggest that you keep the insults to yourselves, lest our diplomatic relations cease, and the true language of Men push through.

The High Council of the Divided Territories of Zanziik

The Principality of Nuekallaya is in posession of a large and well diciplined army, and we could be willing to send a number of soldiers to aid the D'Haran Empire in return for help in re-building out navy and air force which were recently devestated in a conflict with a foreign power.

Senate Chambers of Kattori

Senator Miles: This is outrageous, an Empire forming! We must not stand for it!

Supreme Chancellor Ryoushi: Please calm yourself Senator. It will take time for their armies to reach us. We must hold to hope that our new weapons are finished in time.

Senator Miles: Finished in time!? The Makai Tanks will not be ready for mass assembly til the beginning of next year! And Lord knows how long it will take for these Clone Troopers of your's to be finished!

Senator Tien: He makes a good point Chancellor. It is true our forces are still assembled along the borders and in the capitol, but what if by some chance they reach us before next year? We are but a small nation, and though our military is large, with their allies they can quite out number us.

Supreme Chancellor Ryoushi: We can only hope that the island's natural defenses will lend us some time.... I will attempt to keep peace between our nations. Plus we have Omega Isle to hlep us.

Senator Miles: We did seceede Chancellor, are you sure they will help?

Supreme Chancellor Ryoushi: I am sure. President Deodo has reformed his govenment. He and I are on friend terms. I am sure neither of us will allow the other to be conquered. The Kattori Military Defensive Company will provide us with the aresonal we need to defend ourselves. I have several projects you will all find most interesting when they are finished. Until then we must keep the Sacred Peace, and if there are no other matters this meeting of the Senate is ajourned. May peace be with you, and your loved ones.



From the Desk of Supreme Chancellor Evan Ryoushi,

To the esteemed Master Rahl,


This letter has been sent to you in hopes of peace. We Kattori are peacful people and perfer war as a last resort. We beg of you to leave the area of Omega Isle alone. Along with this letter you should have received a convoy of some of Kattori's sacred artifacts. We bring these to you in hopes of peace between our two peoples. Please remember that if you ever have a justified war we will lend you some of our troops, but for the ideals of conquest we can not help. Our God is a god of peace and we respectfuly request you allow us that. However if you require a trade partner we may be of assistance. We again our a very small country but our main industry is weapons. We are willing to trade these with you for either currency or a resource. However we will not be able to lend you any troops as we are still mobilizing our armies as well. We would thank you for the co-operation of you and your allies, and may happiness shine on you and yours.

-Signed Supreme Chancellor Evan Ryoushi of The Democratic Republic of Kattor-

In light of recent events, Nuekallaya no longer needs the help of the D'Haran Empire and woill withdraw it's offer. We were desoerate for help, but no longer need it, and would seek to avoid angering the nations that have responded negativly to the D'Haran Empire's actions

D'Hara, it is never a good idea to misunderstand propaganda messages or insult blind drunk psychopaths (with discipline and decent weapons). We made no claim of greatness, being an insignificant pull on the immense momentum of the superpowers of nationstates. What we claimed was greaterness, and we were also advising you not to meddle in the affairs of the truly mighty. If a superpower as aggressive as us were the first to encounter you... not a nice idea. Additionally, recorded videos have no graphics, they refer to all things digital, and everything you saw there was war journalism(we won all three of the engagements). In short, you have angered the nation, people, and army. A strike force is being prepared, but you can still drag yourself from the pit you are falling into if you appologize and sign a no-aggresion pact, on our terms.

OOC: If I come across as arrogant and insanely militaristic, thats just how Boozia is. Your a good rp'er, keep it up.

Bump.