Margrave

Yeah, I see the war coming too, but you know what? I'm not looking forward to it. Either way, it's just another testament that the Initiative and the strong bonds it forged are forever gone from Planet Bob.

THIS IS PLANET BOB THATS HOW WE ROLL WHAT NOW NO PUNCTUATION THATS HOW WE LIKE IT But seriously, WE ARE AWESOME YEAH Yeah, drama just isn't what it used to be.

To answer a few points: 1. The first and last loyalties a Leader should have is to the people he serves. 2. Usually, doing moral acts is also beneficial to your members. What I'm advocating is doing moral acts that are also useful to you, not random pointless ones that drain you for no reason. 3. Mero, it hasn't changed...unfortunately. There just aren't any Tyberians around to edit it. If I could get a few of them together to brainstorm, well....

I'm claiming Ireland. I haven't made the RP post yet, but I intend to as soon as possible. http://www.bugbog.com/images/maps/ireland_map.jpg

Announcement from the former Margravine of Camberlain "We are pleased, more than pleased, to welcome to the throne of New Zealand the excellent LeVentNoir. Our country, finally purged of its undesirable elements, will prosper under his reign. Rest assured the Marchar will be there whenever he calls."

Before we kick this off, let me make this brief statement: Since TTC went the way of the dodo after I left for Basic Training last May, I did alot of thinking about CN, tactics, ethics and such. Recently, a large trend of making philosophical tracts has re-emerged, as it usually does. Francoism and Voxism have both made their arguments, and even the venerable Tyga has stated the ethical codes which govern him and his alliance. That being said, there is credence to the idea that all the voices that need to be heard, have been heard, and that it is time to put it to bed for the time and mull it over amongst ourselves, rather than make another OWF post. Respectfully, I disagree. I believe, as I believed as the Keeper of the Tyberian Covenant, that the ethics of Merit, of Enlightened Self Interest, of Brotherhood, and of Honor are still the best guiding principles for any ruler in the absence of a true Global Order. It is thus that I submit, once again, the code of ethics, of discipline, and of strength for the consideration of CN and its users. Meditate, consider, disagree, and take the time to appreciate the beliefs and ideals of a now mostly-forgotten alliance. I thank you for your time. El Bruc, I salute you, wherever you are. -Margrave. Great actions do not wait on petty scruples, abundant virtue does not trouble with niceties; He who looks after the little and forgets the big will surely pay for it later. - Sima Quin. OK, so you come to this alliance with certain ideas about how CN is, how people are supposed to act. You may believe that Virtue, Brotherhood, Merit, and Honor don't matter in CN, or that Slaughter and Destruction in the service of any purpose justifies the purpose it serves. whether you've played this game for awhile or are just starting out, you have probably come to the conclusion that, to win in Cybernations, you have to be unscrupulous. No. That is not who we are, and if you are interested in joining this alliance, that is not who you are either. You want to believe power can be used to further virtue, rather than justify all manner of causes misguided and foolish. If so, you have come to the right place. We do not serve the concept of "power without purpose." We will not accept anything less than 100% virtue, in our actions, our thoughts, our ideas and our words. Rather, we always wield power in the service of virtue. We refuse to accept the tradeoff of virtue for power; in fact, we hold that any such tradeoff is illusory. For properly understood, these two concepts are inextricably entwined, as we shall explain: Native Ethics We catagorically reject nonsense ideologies based on nothing more than wishful thinking. You've seen the alliances built on strange doctrines not native to CN, and how they have failed. Ideals like Leftism, Anarchy, and Direct Democracy have brought alliances and rulers to destruction time and time again. The simple fact is, CN is not a very good simulator of "Earthly" political states of affairs. Just because you fervently agree with a philosophy there, that doesn't mean it'll work in practice here. It may be troubling to admit that your cherished ideals have no effective place here; but it's better to discard them than to let them lead you to ruin, which in turn makes them look bad. There is also some satisfaction to be found in developing an effective ethic "from scratch," as it were. The first lesson every Tyberian must learn is to shed our prejudices in this regard. But it's not just full-scale ideologies that apply here, such as socialism or democracy; more subtle, ingrained assumptions also must be identified and rejected; such as, the importance of rights, the efficacy of free markets, the source and purpose of justice, and what terms like fairness, virtue, and morality actually mean here. In order to succeed in CN, you have to be prepared to rebuild your entire system of (in-game) morality up from ground zero. Because frankly, if you're not willing to do that, then you're not ready to start taking CN seriously. Enlightened Self Interest On Planet Bob, each ruler is granted complete sovereignty over his nation by Admin. In this respect, we are all born equal, regardless of relative statistics or other factors. The first question regarding where morality comes from is - what responsibility do we have towards one another? The most obvious and simple answer is: none. All ethics must derive first from the responsibility you have towards your own nation. Although this sounds remarkably amoral (i.e. self-interested), very ethical arguments can be made when you take a long-term view of your nation's interest, and when you take into the interplay of others' interests around you, and how they affect you. In fact, "evil" could merely be viewed as a narrow-sighted and short-term analysis of your best interest, while "good" might be seen as a long-term, thoughtful analysis towards the same end. Perhaps in "RL," states of affairs may be more complicated than this, but the nature of the Cyberverse limits the number of interchanges and communications involved to a manageable enough level that a view of ethics as good game-theory strategy becomes possible. A comprehensive "win" strategy which takes into account the long-term effects of your actions, their impact on others and how they may impact you in turn, and a full understanding of political reality, is indistinguishable in all practical repects from an approach of honor, dignity, and common decency. In contrast, strategies which lead to failure are morally repugnant, even if they're done in the name of various good intentions. Deeds, Not Words Virtue is not a matter of good intentions at all, especially where power is involved. Someone trying their best to be virtuous, if they have authority over (or the ability to harm) others, can seem exactly like an evil person if they do their job poorly. To those in their care, the results of a leader purposely trying to screw them over and a leader just failing to live up to his responsibility are exactly the same. The practical outcome of an inept or lazy leader is exactly the same as the practical outcome of a leader betraying his own people. Furthermore, most observers aren't even in a position to be able to tell the difference. This happens all the time in Digiterra; leaders bring their alliances to ruin, and even though they may have meant well, their mistakes made them seem like double-dealing schemers to everyone else. Nobody is telepathic. Virtue, in order to be spoken of at all, must be practically measurable, in terms of real results. A consequence of this is that from time to time you may see someone who seems to have good intentions and/or otherwise "seem like a decent person" being vilified extensively in public. In these instances, it helps to remember: sometimes the crimes of the apparently well-meaning are far worse than those of the apparently malevolent. Not infrequently, the "white-hat/good-guys" consistently lead themselves and their friends to ruin through foolishness and error, and the "black-hat/bad-guys" are often the ones you can trust to stand by their word, because they understand exactly these points; they place real ethics grounded in CN realities over merely creating an appearance of virtue. Social Contract Although we bear no innate responsibility to others, how we behave towards others benefits us. Ideally, everyone would help each other and no one would ever go to war. But we don't live in an ideal environment. Some people can be trusted with our lives, others we can't trust at all, and still others change over time. In such an environment, the best thing we can do is to cooperate with those who we can trust, and lay out firm and inflexible policies towards those we can't. Simple enough. But what about when a significant number of others figure this out too? Then our single most valuable asset becomes how trustworthy we are. Your ability to keep your word is the single most powerful factor influencing the long-term success of your nation. The ability of our alliance's leadership to keep their word even more strongly influences the success of our alliance. This is why the greatest position we have, the sole absolute authority of the Tyberion Covenant, is called its "Keeper." The most essential responsibility of this position is to be someone that members and allies can trust to keep his word to them. Anything else can be delegated; but all other government positions must be completely subservient to this role, or it is worthless. Our word is our greatest asset. Therefore, we make sure that we only give it very carefully, to those we are sure we can trust. We make sure that we have a clear understanding of the language involved and its logic, for any agreement we sign. Then we completely fulfill those agreements to the greatest extent possible, in both word and spirit. Not because we owe it to others, but because we believe that adhering strictly to such a policy provides the most benefit most often over the longest time, to our alliance. Beyond that, we seek to establish trust through consistency in our actions. Ultimately, trust can only be practically defined as predictability. Regardless of whether you like someone or not, if you can be sure of their response to certain conditions, then you trust them; even if that only means you "trust them to do" a given x, it's still trust. In fact, that's the basis of all trust. Whether or not we have a signed agreement with someone, we seek to publish our operating and ethical principles, so that all can get at least some sense of how we will respond to certain situations. If someone finds themselves facing a Tyberion onslaught across a battlefield, they can rest assured that they had only themselves to blame. Sphere Of Responsibility It is nonsensical of anyone to claim responsibility for the well being of someone over whom they have no control. For example, if you're falling off a cliff and I offer you my hand, and you reject it and fall to your death, it makes no sense to say it's my fault. In fact, to blame me for your actions disrespects your free choice to reject my help! On the other hand, if you clasp my hand, placing yourself in the power of my arm, then I can help you, can take responsibility for you, and can thus take the blame if you fall. On Planet Bob, an alliance which you don't join can't control you. However, it can't look out for your interests either. Its sphere of responsibility doesn't include you, because by refusing to submit to it, you deny it the ability to properly help you. The Tyberion Covenant has no moral responsibility to look after the interests of those who are not our members. None whatsoever. To claim responsibility for the good of those who decline to grant us that authority is in fact insulting, aside from being ineffectual. It denies the consequences of their free choice not to join us, and thus insults that choice. If someone wants us to represent their interest, they are typically free to become a member, and so authorize us to take responsibility for their well-being; for we are fully responsible for the well-being of those who are our members. Therefore, for the Tyberion Covenant, morality can only be defined as what serves our own member nations best. What benefits Tyberia is good and moral, while that which does not serve it is useless and immoral. We can only be responsible to our own. This does not mean we are immoral per se; we strive for honor and virtue in our alliance. However, our morality is based upon enlightened self-interest. We are the most important savior of our own health; if we are not primarily concerned with our own benefit, no one else will be either. Nor should they; for what we have said of ourselves applies equally to other nations and alliances, in our view. Power and Virtue Virtue, without the force of arms to back it up, is nothing; mere empty words without the ability to effect any change whatsoever. And words which do not match any real state of affairs are nothing more than lies. The only appropriate sphere within which we can claim to be good or evil, is that sphere within which we have power. The corollary is that if we have no power, then we have no right to make moral claims, and thus no virtue. Virtue is nothing more or less than the intelligent application of power. At the same time, violence not in service to virtue is capricious and ultimately self-destructive; therefore, wasted. That is, if violence forwards virtue, it is a virtuous act; but if it is pointless and excessive, it is not virtuous, for it fails to serve the good of our alliance and its member states. Simply put: power without virtue is not power; virtue without power is not virtue. Armed with this understanding of the limitations of our moral authority and the ramifications of the long-term good that we seek, the actions of the Tyberion Covenant are therefore virtuous by definition. For all of the reasons stated above, we stand assured of this truism, regardless of any alien slogans which may be spewed forth by the unenlightened. - Margrave and El Bruc Note: Take Tyberion Covenant out of the doc, and apply to your CN ethics. I and my confederates believe this to be the best and most reasoned code of virtue for the cyberverse, now I invite the critique of the masses. Thank you, Margrave I, Keeper Of Tyberia. TL;DR: Might does not make right, but Right without Strength is useless. "power without virtue is not power; virtue without power is not virtue."

Didn't several of us suggest a multi-canon format, like...forever ago? Weird that its finally getting some airtime. huh.

"I thank you for your understanding...and your kindness. Know that if you ever have a need for us, we shall come as you call. One thing you will learn of us soon is that we keep our oaths...to the death, if need be." He shook his head, pushing away some of the thoughts crowding his memories. "But on to more pleasant things. As it happens, today we are celebrating Saint Christopher's day...although it has been a long time since we were culturally Catholic, we still honor the old saint. The Patron Saint Of Travelers has done us a good turn now and again as we wandered the pathways of the world. It has been our fate; we have been great, and we have been weak. We have been many, and once, we were reduced to a tiny village clinging to the California coast. It has been our way...until now. Now, we have come to hold this place...and we will hold it...till our end." He walked her outside then, watching the people as they had resumed their festivities. "Miss Sarah, if you'll excuse me for a moment." Lewis clambered up the ladder to the high stage and cut off the acoustic band that had been playing only moments ago. "People! I hate to interrupt our festival, but the lady Sarah has granted our new place to us as our home. She has given us kindness and shown mercy to us Travelers, abiding by a code that long ago passed out of time. For that and more, she has my oath and my strength should she ever need it. As the Keeper of the People, I declare the House of Tintagyl to be Kin to us. Let no one turn away a Tintagyl from the warmth of our fires!" He gestured towards her as he spoke, evoking a cheer as he did so. "My lady, will you speak to them? They seem to have taken a liking to you", he said with a smile.

Lewis smile grew to a grin as she stated her terms and goals for his people. "M'lady, your generosity and kindness to us is undeserved and truly welcome. Even if we retain our ethnic and cultural identity, we will always remember the kindness of the Hansa and its ruler, Sarah Tintagyl. We will do our best to prove able-bodied dwellers in this new territory." He leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers down his neck. "We'll start out by putting a lookout for teachers. We'd like to get a good school system going here for the children, and our future children of course...as long as we have permission to teach Marchar specific classes, we'd like them to learn the Hansa's history as well. We will also start looking into setting up electricity and phones here, although we won't be putting many of them in. Alot of people here want to withdraw from communicating with a large portion of the outside world, and we'll honor that by limiting the number of phones, although all those who want one will get them. We'll try to set up some small farming operations if its feasible, and our Engineers could start training your citizens in basic construction if you need them." Lewis nodded, somewhat excited by the prospects of the future. "We have a large amount of funds that we acquired before, during, and after the fall of Greater Nordland...not all of it come by through donations. Alot of banks stopped working or protecting their bullion, and some of the government officials weren't so careful...needless to say, that gold no longer has any rightful owners, and we've been using it to buy supplies and support the refugees...before we became refugees. We still a good deal left...would it be possible to trade it with you, to strengthen your currency, and in return give us the value of the gold in your currency?"

Welcome back, old friend!

As luck would have it, Sarah had arrived just as the Camberlainers were celebrating St Christopher's day, the Catholic patron saint for travelers. It was a happy affair despite the occasions and trials of their new life, with good Gaelic music and hearty food. A young man who had been playing an old Irish love song, "Dance 'Round The Spinnin' Wheel", hopped off the stage and into the midst of some of the dancers. With a few gestures, he brought the merry group to silence as he approached the lady, putting his guitar on his back as he did so. "Greetings to you, my lady. I am the Keeper here, the leader of the people by popular choice and bloodright. Lewis De Luit's the name." He offered her a vigorous handshake, his face slightly red against the chill. "I realize we are...not exactly invited guests here, but we have honored the traveler's code in all the territory we've passed through...mostly. Settling here is something none of us intended, but...it is what we were drawn to do, and now we have ourselves a new home. I can't tell you that we intend to leave...as we hope to stay and make something of this settlement. If you would come inside, perhaps we could discuss an arrangement that would be benefit your fine country and allow us the pleasure of living here." With that, he lead her to a large hall that had been recovered from near disaster. Built in the nature of a drinking hall of old, it had been restored and given the modern amenities of heating, air-conditioning, and indoor plumbing...still, something about it conveyed the sense of agelessness, of that idea of home which drove the Marchar's of Camberlain to keep seeking. As he ordered food to be brought, he gestured to a set of comfortable chairs arranged next to a fire-place, the heating having been cut off temporarily. It was a cheery, roaring fire, one that took the cold straight from the bones. "Well, m'lady, to start with, we have about five hundred trained soldiers here." He raised his hand before she could give a response. "This wasn't our intention, to assemble an armed force, but so many guards and protectors of the humanitarian mission were left in Europe that we seem to have gotten one. We have about 120 Engineers, with a couple hundred infantry and some random specialists thrown in the batch. Our council has been mulling over a proposal, and although we're not completely finished with it, the scope of it would be that we'd put these forces at your command, provided they stayed, well, Marchar under the command of Marchar. We'd pay our taxes and agree to service, provided most of us can, well, stick close together. We'd like to work with Turku and the local places for most of our needs, and we're more than willing to invest the funds we liquidated from the Mission's bank accounts in the economy here. We're really interested in settling down, spreading our roots, and getting to know our neighbors...but these people, my lady. They need a land, and they need to know that it is their land. We don't intend to interfere with the affairs of others, or do much other than gain a place in this world for ourselves, but we need to have a home, instead of another rallying point. If we could purchase, or even lease out the lands of and surrounding our town, we'd be much obliged. We're something of an isolated kind of people, due to the...problems we've gone through, but we're loyal and we know how to hold our own, even in the lean, hard, fighting times. If you'll have us, we'll have you, and there isn't a more dedicated person alive than a Marchar who has made an oath." With that, he shut his trap and waited for her reply.

Laitila, The Hansa From across Great Europe, they had come: The full staff of the Camberlainer Humanitarian Mission. Having abandoned the camps and aid stations, pulling as much capital and resources together as possible, they had fled the great chaos and change that had become the majority of Europe, and gathered in one of the few countries left that would leave them at peace: The Hansa. The town of Laitila had not been much before the Mission arrived; indeed, much of the populace had moved south to Turku in the past few years, seeking jobs and money in the comforts of the city. It had thus been a perfect base for the Humanitarian Mission...and the spy operations Camberlain had conducted against the Nordic forces that had not immediately surrendered. The time since had caused it to grow slightly, with proper roads and buildings laid out as the old ones were done away with, a city planner using some of the local construction workers to help set up a proper living quarters and HQ for the Northern Europe Division of the HM. Now, it had become the center for the Camberlainers still in Europe. The soldiers that had guarded the Food/Aid caravans had set up a perimeter around the town in case of banditry, but mostly focused on building new living quarters and gathering food and funds. Two platoons of Engineers, representing 7th Engineer Battalion of the Camberlain Royal Marine Corps, had started to training the other aid workers in basic construction, and thus it was that the town was rapidly expanding. Still, the impromptu council that had taken control of the town was worried: What would their fates be? Who would govern them? When the Hansa's government found out, what would be their response? And so it was that a vote was held in the town, asking them to elect a Ruler and Government for themselves, to represent them to the Hansa and keep the peace. Although a few spoke up for a Mayoral system in favor of the old Free-City policy of Camberlain, it was decided to elect the highest ranking Nobleman still alive and able-bodied; one Lewis De Luit, formerly of Whangarei New Zealand. A younger man, he had been a musician and a speech-writer, a poet and a representative of his family, which was the major financial backer of the Mission. Having been elected to the position of Keeper for the town, a vote was quickly held to support basic law and order in the city and its outlying areas. After it had passed, the Keeper, Lewis De Luit, officially appointed Captain Turner (RCMC, Commanding Officer Of The Humanitarian Defense Forces), Ales Kaitlander (Chairwoman of the Northern Europe HM and well known financial guru) Gerik Waylander (A low cousin of the Waylander House, known to be a excellent hunter and well acquainted with basic farming) and Kyoko Mukisune (A Nipponese scientist and physicist) as Warders, to form up the Keepers Council. With the government thus assembled, the small town held a final vote to determine its name...and with a resounding 100% vote, chose the name "Camburic", or "Wanderer's Rest", to honor the memory of their homeland. Camburic, The Hansa In a crowded office, the Keeper De Luit arranged for a video-conference message to be sent to the Hansa's capital, hopefully reaching their leaders there. "Greetings: If you are receiving this message, then all is well and our techies have succeeded in broadcasting from truly terrible equipment. "The words we would say is thus: We are citizens of Camberlain, who have gathered here in what was once Laitela, in order to build a safe haven for ourselves here. Our few soldiers who accompanied the mission have not passed ten miles outside of the city, and we have no plans to interfere with the government of the Hansa or to act outside of our township and its immediate environs. We request an audience with the leaders of the Hansa, so that we can come to appropriate terms for all of us."

The Government of the Margravine notes how excellent things are for the nations it was formally in defense pacts with. We note that this is a redo of the Oceanic Pact, that it will never have the moral courage to face any enemies like the UFE or the Dragon Empire. many of you will always be a collection of fair-weather friends, who will abandon each other at the first. To those few loyal nations amongst you (Promised Land And New Cymru), We commend you for suffering fools, and hope that you will be well-judged at the end of all of this.

"I am as well as can be expected, brother. I allow the illusion of my death to continue because it must, both for the safety of my tribe...and so that I may continue to accomplish the goals of the Exiles. I fear my daughter has engaged in a grand game in my lands, and even as skilled as she is, I worry that she will be swept away by the many forces working there. Still, she has honored me as best she can...It is her place now, her power over the land, not mine. What she decides to do to save my tribe...is her decision, and I will honor it. In the meantime, I must go to the Phoenix as soon as possible. When does the transport depart?"

"Put me on it."

"This is to the good. I see the beauty of your home is undiminished, Rukia. We sacrificed much so that one of the ancient houses could prosper; I am happy the fates chose you." Shilon sighed. "I will need the most up-to-date information about the whereabouts of Sister Phoenix, Rukia. I will be purchasing supplies here for the trip, so have no fear of that..but if you could get me to the Land Of Endless Snow discreetly, I would appreciate it...And if you would give Sister Wolf my most sincere regards, I would appreciate. Tell her I worry for her as I would my daughter." "Is there anything I could do for you or yours while I am here, or on my journey, brother?"

Liselle: "I am most suprised that this was able to be completed, considering that most of the country is under the cloud of disease and death. Still, congratulations."

As he said, Apples and Apples. Besides, old dreams die hard. *looks over at the \m/ flag*

*Set Three Months After Scatter The Gathered Lights* Outside The Capital, Neo Franzharia The lights of the city were beautiful beyond description to the eyes of the Wanderer. Here remained the last of the sacred bloodlines, the Rukia's; the son of Ranather himself held court here, and held the country under his enlightened rule. Wrapping himself deeper in his cloak, he trudged forward, a sword at his side and hope in his heart. Later, in a hidden room at a local tavern The Wanderer had propped himself up next to the fire and dozed for several hours, after dropping off a discreet message through friends and old supporters living here in the capital. He had changed, still prefering his cloak and hood in spite of himself, even with the hidden nature of his own room. As time passed, his guest finally arrived...Lord Elric, much-disguised and unseen. The Wanderer rose and greeted him with a smile. "It's good to see you, Silver. It's been too long. No last names, please...I am simply Shilon now, after all that has occured. I have come to see how you were, of course...and to inquire after the health of two ladies we seem to have lost along the way. Perhaps you could educate me?"

my dear waffensbruder, always standing heroically even in the face of utter destruction. I salute you, sir. \m/

Always. Even to the the bitter, bitter end.

In ChristChurch, Amongst The Fuyo-Clann Liselle, wearing the Circlet of the Margravate and carrying the Sword of State, Camberlain, approached the center of a hastily constructed stage. Around the stage stood the many elements of the Fuyo-Clann's society; elders, businessmen, priests and scholars, patriotic young citizen-fighters and young women wearing a "Red Cross" and handing out medical supplies. They had been ravaged, not only by the fury of the Nordic Storm, but by the loss of their security, and the ancient elements of their culture. What remained was a new breed, a people without a spiritual connection to the old DKT regime and its ideals; cut adrift by the winds of fate, they found a new identity, and they clung to it with the fierceness of a drowning man. Though their red hair was the result of dye, and their new religion was an adopted one, they were dedicated to the core of themselves to their new identity...and the woman who had led them through the Fire, the Margravine Liselle. As she stood before them, she took a military stance of attention, performing the same ancient movements as her father had taught her long ago. With a move that cut the air, she saluted them with the blade, laying her honor before them as she moved through the movement. As she returned the sword to its sheath, she spoke: "My brothers, my sisters, sons and daughters; "We are emerging from a long national nightmare that has taken from us many things; our security, our belief that all was well between the races of Camberlain...and our long-time leader, the hero of the people, and my father, the Margrave Khendon. I stood with him during his dying time, and he passed on to me many things I shall weigh heavily in my mind; the weight of command, the joy of sacrificing for the people, and the terrible pain of sending men into battle. In the riots, many of you were tested, and those weak among you, those undeserving of a place in our House, were cast away, into shameful deaths and outer darkness, or exile from the very land that saved you. You have passed through the fire; you have been cleansed of your transgressions. Where once there was a shattered people clinging to old dreams, there is a new people, a race of the young and beautiful upon the earth, who have taken to themselves the heart and spirit of another culture and made it their own. You have become a people of fire, burning old evils and embracing eternal truths, both spiritual and cultural. Be proud, my brothers and sisters, my sons and daughters; you have earned your place alongside the Marchar as no other people ever have. You are "Camberians", fellow "Wanderers", who have found their home: It is beside us and with us. I embrace you; your brother and sister Marchar embrace you; welcome to our family, Fuyo-Clann. "The times to come will be ones that stir the spirit and challenge the soul; and even after all of this some few hold-outs may remain. But be strong, my family; be strong in the face of the questioners and the doubters, the nay-sayers and the prejudiced. You are Camburians even as I am: No man will take that away from you. Do not waver, my people, in the face of adversity. We have had our weaknesses and doubts purged from us, leaving only strength and dedication. The wind and the rain have blown through our spirits and swept away all but that which is strong and sure, and we, the Wanderers, stand together, united as one family and one culture. "We shall not falter, my Fuyo-Clann! Whatever the storms of the world shall bring, we shall be strong and unfaltering before them! My Fuyo-Clann! Look to each other, and see the future emerging as a dragon from the sea, fierce and mighty! Be the cleansing fire against our enemies, and the burning flame of honor and right before the dark! My Fuyo-Clann!" With this, she raised her arms before them, embracing them all as the cheers became a tumultous hurricane. They were hers now...And the Master's. "For you, Father, I do this" she thought to herself as they cheered her name. For you I save these few of your adopted family, so that you might still love me when all this is at and end. Goodbye, Father...Goodbye." As she left the stage to other of her followers, she got onto a secure line to LVN. "Master, it is at an end in the south; the Fuyo Clann are utterly yours now...and utterly loyal. The entire southern portion is secured, and we are preparing Wellington for a truly Imperial entrance; we've managed to clear away all but the most impressive-looking of the military fortifications, while ensuring its more...secret defenses go undisturbed. When you are ready, Camberlain stands ready to hand over the Sword of State...and with it, return the land to the rightful ruler." ???, ChristChurch: The man in the shadows listened to the young woman on the stage...as she drew to a close, he sighed. "Even with all our efforts, we could not cleanse ourselves of the stain, Martens. I hope it is better where you are." He turned his face back to the stage, watching the woman he had called daughter descend. "Goodbye daughter...Be well, and may you some day know that I love thee." With that, he vanished into the crowd...and forever left the stage of history.

OOC: I believe we are nearing our conclusion. Will the participating parties please prepare their final posts? LVN, you especially, as I am essentially waiting on your completion for my next move.

Count Silva=Junka/Mobius? So which loyalty are you holding today, turncoat?

A few Royal Marines were in attendance, bringing in a message from the Loyalists: "We're doing our best over here, we are sorry to see you suffer. We shall endeavor to aid you when we are able."