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So, to avoid disrupting the RMB we moved here!
We last left off with~

The Werewolf Consortium Re-founded on an isolated island far away from the mainland, prepairing for thier revenge. (as in correlation with the map)

Lyontisia, fighting off bands of werewolves and rebuilding their nation. They sent aid to Anamelch, it is unknown if they partnered or not. Lyontisia has fallen and thier country seemingly wiped out by random tsunami leaving nothing but water where there was once land. Did thier dome protect them? They world may never know…

Anamelech has rebuit his floating fortress… and is helping Lyontisia?

Dorlania- Last known transmission was the sending of ICBMs. No contact has been made since. However there have been confirmed reports of the LCICBM detonation and werewolves wandering the streets. Those werewolves have been taken to the new island. It is unkown what happened to the rest of Dorlania.

The rest of TEP- Join in if you like!

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Sniffles Hello? Anyone left?.. At all… :(. https://groups.tapatalk-cdn.com/smilies/52127/1536592187.9254-smiley.gif?ttinline=true
… Nope… Must have been https://groups.tapatalk-cdn.com/smilies/52127/1536592188.0653-smiley.gif?ttinline=true
… Its not the same! lol.

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(OOC: Looks like no one was interested in taking it to the forum. >_< Maybe we should petition Todd, in the hopes of having our RMP RP sanctioned? =P)

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pokes what he thinks is left of the RMB topics… Ya this thing is kinda dead. flys swarm the dead rp… Yah… ah well. Fun while it lasted. I’m not sure such a petition will go through and Todd is right. If we keep doing it no one can see posts (though most of them are recruitment.) It is what it is. But if it goes through Werewolves roar in approval then more power to you!

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Comes up with idea. Wait a minute! We have a mibbit chat right? Cant you create another channel on there. A branch of our current chat like a branch. Then use that for RP? https://groups.tapatalk-cdn.com/smilies/52127/1536592185.4389-smiley.gif?ttinline=true

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Wow fail… I repeated branch. I meant to say its like the topic we have here. You know with the main branch then the smaller little threads then the actual posts.

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(In an attempt to revive the RP… https://groups.tapatalk-cdn.com/smilies/52127/1536592186.951-smiley.gif?ttinline=true
Wait no! Thats not right.)

Werewolf wearing shining armor walks up onto the sandy shores of RMB Random Topics (lol). He holds the banner of The Werewolf Consortium. He plants the flag into the sand firmly. This RP Will be reclaimed! *On the horizon, Ships from Legokiller, Lyontisia, The Werewolf Consortium, and all others wishing to join.

AND SO IT BEGINS! (Yay Ok who is joining? Anyone? Come on and join the fun! Laid back RP fun for all.)

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OOC: I’m just about to post

As the damage was not as severe as thought, neverless cities were affected. What to to now though was being argued by the Governing Council the “true” overseers of Dorlania. “What do we do now?” said a council member. “We kill those mutts you idiot!”. “Now now gentlemen, no need for fighting. We don’t want to be like the last regime” Emperor Viehman said with a surprisingly calm voice. “What about 'em god damn bloody republicans” one mender said, with his old wrinkled finger pointing at the emperor, with tired sagging eyes aswell. “Ah yes, “that” problem. I highly doubt that they would launch a revolt in such times”. “But in the meanwhile propaganda minister Stuaff would like to show us the new propaganda” he sat down expecting to be interested “thank you mein emperor.” the presentation went on for about thirty minutes before he finished. “thank you comrades for spending you time on me” he stood wearing knne high black boots, and the black uniform worn by all members of the government. With an armband of the Fascist Party. “alright then, meeting dismissed” they all got up and walked out of the cold and empty hall, just as the Dorlanian night began to fall

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With the utter destruction of their country on the mainland, the Werewolf Consortium was forced to seek refuge on an island far off the coast. It was called Valdar. There they re-establshed thier nation, bent on retaking thier homelands. In the new Grand Hall of the Warchief, Grymestone sat with his advisors.

“Brothers! I have called you here to discuss our return to this world. We have successfully rebuilt most of our nation and our people can live in realtively good conditions.” He said to the Werewolves that had gathered in the typical, hoarse and gutteral Werewolf voice. He was an older werewolf, with graying hair.
“Warchief, the major farming projects in Kel’Jemen have been completed. We can begin producing food from there. We have been shipping in refugees from Lyontisia and Dorlania to live here. Housing projects are underway in New Greymane. We can now begin to expand.” Said the main infrastructure advisor, Olaf.
“Warchief! Our army is being replenished daily. Since your generous funding increase, we have equipped our men with the best technology Reverse engineered from Anamalech. Also… Our Base is ready. We have made contact with Dorlania’s new regime. What are your orders.” Said the top military advisor, General Kahzan.
"Perfect. Assemble the surplus food and building materials, Olaf. Get my finest ambassador and send him to Dorlania. The last thing we need is more enemies. Kahzan, you know what to do about the base… " Said Grymestone.
“Yes Warchief.” Said both Kahzan and Olaf. They left the great hall, thier heavy plate ceremonial armor clinking as they went. A smaller Werewolf, wearing basic cloth clothes walked up.
“You called, Warchief?” He asked in a slightly less imposing and gutteral voice.
“Set sail immediatly to Dorlania. I wish to make amends for our past troubles with this new regime. Do whatever it is you ambassadors do, propose an alliance or something.” Said the Warchief.
“Yes sir! Right away!” Said the Werewolf excitedly. He ran off to the docks.

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AS the emperor was looking for old papers to be filed he found one from an war fought between Dorlania and The Werewolf Consortium. “what ever happen-oh right”. He set aside with a group of other papers. “you know I always wondered what happened to them afterward.” “Oh well, if they come back they come back”. As he looked at the clock reading 11:50 he started to make his way past the door of his office before starring at the Viehmansburg skyline. “we’ve come far from what it was in the 1980s”. He shut the door and headed down the hall, decorated with the flags of the nation

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MEANWHILE on the charred coastlines of the old Werewolf Consortium, a strange boat has just landed in the middle of the night.

Several soldiers get out and sweep the area. They are Werewolves. Supplies are unloaded and a small camp set up. There the soldiers entrenched and several more boats arrived. Werewolf workers wearing heavy protection clambered out of the boat and began setting up a strange machine.

“Get this thing ready! We need to start drilling now if we are going to finish by morning!” Whispered the supervisor.
“I know I know!” Whispered a worker.
The machine started up and began tunneling down into the shore. It headed in the direction of Valdar, straight at the new base. As it went a steel tube was placed behind it, fitting perfectly into the hole. A tunnel was being built. By the next morning, the boats had left and the entrance concealed. The tunnel crossed all the way across the ocean. The Werewolves were returning to the continent after nearly 30 years.

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As the morning began in Dorlania, the High Command of the military were looking over radar readings over the ruined wastelands of their old enemies. “Sir!” “settle down commander” they all sat down and looked over the readings. There appears to be life in the ruins in The Werewolf Consortuim". “That means- get the emperor NOW” Yes sir!"

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“Warchief! The tunnel is complete! Our troops are ready for transport!” Said the Kahzan.
“Perfect. Send in the soldiers and the supplies. Set up our bio-dome. Then we can ship our all of our scientists to begin terraforming our homeland.” Said Grymestone smiling.
“For the Consortium!” They all cheered!
1,000 soldiers are in transit to the camp as well as materials for a large bio-dome to stabilize a small section of thier former empire.

Meanwhile, arriving in Dorlania…
The small Werewolf looked over the land infront of him. So this is the great Dorlania. Bigger than I thought it was. He thought looking at the land. The Ship landed at the port and he walked off of the ship. Suddenly the ship exploded into a million pieces. He hit the ground.
“What the-” Then he was surrouned by Dorlanian soldiers.

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(OOC: Still trying to decide if I like it, on this forum. =P)

~ Lyontisia, satisfied that their enemy, “The Werewolf Consortium” had been blasted from the lands, set about rebuilding; the top scientists of Lyontisia were still hard-at-work trying to recover ANY lost data, in regards to their replication technology. (The so-called “loyal” citizen, who discovered the scrap of paper, with details in regards to the replication technology… has yet to return it - possibly considering where he could best be rewarded for such a thing. ~

Tele-Communications Operative: Sir. We just intercepted a transmission, from Dorlania. They claim that The Werewolf Consortium is still alive – more than that, they’re heading back to the main land.

Unknown: This is worrisome… what with the rebuilding, and Anamelech falling silent, since the war… we’re woefully unprepared to do battle; we’ve even had to halt our war against the ungainly shrubbery - losing the ground we had made, against it - due to lack of funding.

Fashion Advisor: Sir. This may not be such a bad thing. Fur coats are all the rage, at the moment! Perhaps we could invite a small contingent of Werewolves, to our lands, as a “peace envoy,” and, once they arrive… SKIN THEM FOR THEIR PELTS!

Unknown: And how, exactly, do you plan on over-powering them, once here?

Fashion Advisor Wel–

Lyontisian Scientist: Allow me. Once within our walls, they would be within range of a new device that we have been building… they’d be perfect test subjects. Now, originally, it was designed with stripping bark, from a tree, in mind - without damaging any of the wood - but, with a few adjustments… yes, I believe we could have it skin a werewolf.

#2 Lyontisian Scientist: However, we have only built ONE of them, and, whilst it can skin a tree, or, I suppose, a Werewolf, in only a few seconds… we’d then have to reset it, with new coordinates, for the next one. Chances are they would leave, and report our treachery to The Consortium.

Unknown: You make a good point. The solution, however, is simple - request that they relinquish all weaponry, once they enter our land, then, trap them within a box of self-replicating walls. You’ll have all the time you need, then, to skin those mangy mutts.

Tactician: Might I suggest that, once we’ve put these dogs down, we send out some disinformation, to The Werewolf Consortium. Suggest that we’ve yet to receive their envoy, and also that we’ve seen “covert” Dolarnian military activity, in the area. Two birds, one stone.

Unknown: Excellent. Make it so. Let’s set this plan in motion.

In unison Yes, sir!

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A messanger ran into the great hall of the Warchief.

“WARCHIEF! We lost contact with our envoy to Dorlania. The ship has gone missing and there are no signs of what happened.” he said.

“What!” Roared Grymestone. "This was a mistake… Send our submarines to clear the debris and take the bodies. Word of this must not get out. Until then, tell the workers to speed up preparations for our fortress. When it is finished, we will let them come. For now we must wait and build however. When they do come, they will find we have a surprise waiting for them… As for the envoys, today, no envoys are to leave this place. I don’t want any one but Dorlania to know we are here. After all, who would believe this new government? "

“Yes sir!” Said the messanger and walked out of the room. Then yet another messanger walked in.

“Warchief, we just recieved a signal from Lyontisia. They are asking for an envoy. We have not responded and so they dont know if we even got the message.” She said to the Warchief.

“Let them think we are still dead. Don’t respond. Let them come to us…” Said Grymestone and he dismissed the messanger.

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(OOC: I’m off to bed, right now… I’ll reply, tomorrow, I guess. Still hate this forum, and still hate that I can’t edit my damned posts… but, sooner here, than nowhere, I suppose!)

(OOC: … Oh, one more thing - I want your skin, and I will get it. >=D)

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"Halt! “stop where you are!” eight members of the Jugenddienst or the Youth Service approached the Werewolf, looking a bit stunned. “what are you doing on OUR soil mutt!” The soldier was only fifteen, maybe sixteen at best. “I thought we killed all you!” “Bring them in for trespassing our border” He waved his AK-74 at the Werewolves as two other members came to arrest them.

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The young Werewolf looked up, scared.
“I am a diplomatic ambassador… I declare diplomatic immunity!” He said holding his hands up.

(From now on you will hear nothing of the government until HALLOWEEN. Maybe a strike team or two but the government and thier doings are unkown to all except me ahahahaha!)

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He looked at him, AK-74 still in hand “How old ar- screw it” “your coming with us” as soon as he said that six Blackshirts arrived. “What the hell is going on here?!” “These mutts just landed hear on a “diplomatic Mission”, what do you think of it?” the Blackshirt officer just stood and though. “Well, since this unexpected. They’ll have to be sent to the Ministry of Foreign Relations. Possibly have a trial, or be sent to a labor camp”. “but get them out of here”

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The Werewolf is shuffled away with the soldiers.

“Please! I declare Diplomatic immunity. You can’t send me to a labor camp!” He said.

“I wish to offer a peace treaty! I bring news of a storm gathering. Did you see our former homeland. A radioactive, charred, volcanic land that was once fertile farming land! We are done with war! We want peace. Our people are tired of war and tired of death. We want to rebuild.” He stammered as he was dragged off.