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Memo from the Huinesoronic Department of Fenestration

Dear gov't,

Plz to include fleet of Twistey on future maps. We kno they r a bit warlike + anti-mana, but also v v important in window supply chain.

Thx,

DoF

First Huinesoronic Long-Distance Mapping Expedition

Greetings! Far we have travelled, and long has been our return, but we bring word of many distant settlements and nations, scattered across the great ocean to the east.

Let it be known that this great expedition almost foundered ere it ever turned east. Our journey began with a traverse of the Central Rift, yet conditions have become rough in the rift of late, and worse! Overhead we sighted balloon-fleets of GMA and Aegis, joining forces with those of Scapegrace, Larfen, and Tomash in the west.

We were forced to break north, hoping for a break in the weather. A break we found - but it showed only forbidding rock, and the mountaintop fastness of Kaitlyn, only settlement on the land of the Magic Isle.

Swiftly we fled, braving the storms about Snowblaze to pass east at last. Many ships were lost in the thunderous weather, but almost we would rather have remained within than to emerge, for east of this land we call home, almost upon our very shores, rises the sea-city of Neshomeh. No succour we found there, under the blazing barrels of their guns, and we were forced to flee further into the east.

We finally made harbour in Hardric-Granz, and there we encountered travellers: a fleet of Matt Cipher, which we were told sailed the anti-Mana currents that flowed from the north-east. Indeed, at such a time of year they would normally be far out to sea, on their way to the underdome of Guardsman Tom amid the Boiling Seas - but a mysterious fleet had blocked them, swallowing up anti-mana and bringing a new Storm in its wake.

Suitably warned, we chose not to sail for Athena, but to continue east. Passing over the domes of the Uber Overlord, we found copious reserves of anti-mana, growing in strength as we continued our journey. Yet these, as with the northern flow, went not unclaimed: a fleet of ships we saw, armed with magical weapons and identified with the mystic number 61516.

We might have sailed further, yet a dire warning stood in our path: a black flag, and the name of the Badger. So we turned about, and passing to the south returned home by way of Iximaz and the southern harbour. We never saw the ruins of the ancient mountains, nor learned what became of the War-Queen of the elder days...

This is what I get for posting from my phone— it definitely got eaten.

Hopefully, this one will work.

You can't tell directly from the URL, but those three identical bars at the top are deeply suspicious.

I'll trade you a pragmatist sticker. ^_~

hS

... the map will use the second one, because c'mon, black flag, I've gotta get that on there.

hS

Report from the Huinesoronic Ministry of Defence

[...] decision to downgrade Huinesoron's stated magical strength is protested in the strongest terms by this office. While it may be true that we are 'objectively wrong', the defence benefits of claiming ultra-high concentrations of mana are considerable.

We conclude by discussing the latest remnant groups to come to our attention. Firstly, we have finally made direct contact with Hardric, and discovered that it is in fact a twin city, with gold-towered Granz standing on the slopes of a veritable mountain - possibly the last one remaining in this battered world.

The Hardric-Granz emmisaries have brought us further knowledge of the waters to their east: it seems that two undersea settlements, known as Athena and EAIUO (though we are told that they have longer 'true names' which we are not permitted to hear), have been established in the cloudless east. Of note is that Athena has laid claim to the first supply of anti-mana that we have been told of. Once again, we would stress the deterrent value of overstating our own mana reserves.

Finally, there is word of three balloon fleets entering the region. Larfen, on the northern promontory of our own island, seems peaceful, but the others are both heavily armed. Helsinki is content to stay over the eastern waters, but Tomash is close by our southern shores, floating above the undersea mana reserves in the area...

I can get you approximately on the map just from the slogan, but it's tricky and imprecise.

To answer your question, 'Humanity' is the opposite of 'Fatherland' (and comes from how your Internationalist views are plotted). 'Work' is the opposite of 'Socialism', and I guess 'Order' is the opposite of 'Equality' in some way. Don't read too much into it. :)

hS

From the Huinesoronic Ministry of Trade

People of Huinesoron, I bring excellent news! Our fair city, reborn from the ashes of the old world, is hailed as a beacon of pr-- of civilisation far and wide! Visitors have swarmed to our gates, braving the storm-belt to bring messages of peace from the underwater domes of Snowblaze to the north, and our sister city of doctorlit in the east.

And they're not the only ones! Sailors have landed in our docks, telling of a ship-city named Hieronymus; and our mages have received messages from Hardric, the city of gleaming spires on an island far to the east. Truly, this is a bountiful time to live in.

Though... we have also heard rumours of an aerial fleet bearing the banners of Delta Juliette, floating over the eastern tip of our own island, guarding the passage to another isle beyond. None can say for sure what lies there, but whispers speak of a city named Iximaz, armed with black-powder and mana alike...

hS

Looks like I progressed towards more punitive justice while remaining more favorable to rehabilitation, more reformism, regulationnism and ecology, and that balance between communism and capitalism as major changes

Equality, Humanity, Socialism. I don't specifically remember last time . . . Oh, this is the same three as last time. Yeah, that's pretty much who I am now, just . . . don't tell my parents. >_> They think I'm still a Republican; fortunately, Mom has interpreted my awkward silences every time she brings up politics to be that I'm just not interested. Better than the potential fallout.

None of the percentages changed dramatically from last time. I still have good old Prgamatism, but . . . uh?

Half-veganism? No, that one is purely wrong. I get me a strong hagering for meats and other proteins—my metabolism be real high. It's probably some of the other environmentalish questions that it interpreted as veganism. Oh well.

—doctorlit literally just had tuna and crakcers for dinner

Previous maps of the great continent of Plortitics can be found here (and will be updated with these ones), but you hardly need them. The world has changed. Everything has changed. Plortitics is no longer a land divided, because it is no longer land.

The Brass Wars of antiquity were devastating, but the Mage Wars of the latter days were beyond imagining. Mountains crumbled, the seas rose, and Plortitics sank deep into the oceans.

Now, on the scattered rocks that remain, in undersea domes and high-flying balloon-cities, the people of Plortitics strive to learn about their new world...



First Huinesoronic mapping expedition in the Aftermath

Land! After days at sea, charting the ruthless Central Straits, we at last sighted land once more - proof that our Magic Isle does not stand utterly alone. We ascended the rocky cliffs, searching for signs of life, but found only ragged plants among the damp rocks. Mana we found aplenty, and the minds of the crew turned to the possibility of colonisation.

Then our cabin boy chanced to look up, and glimpsed movement beyond the patchy clouds. Calling for a spyglass, he looked closer, hoping to see perchance one of the great birds of the old world.

Alas! Instead he found a vast balloon, and many others following behind. Guns peppered their sides, and even from far below we could see them firing on invisible targets - whether training or in demonstration, we knew not.

What we do know, and know for sure, is that we of Huinesoron are not alone in these rough seas. The flag of Scapegrace still flies, above a city in the clouds.

hS