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@Romero So is the Kingdom of Ilastiri just an example, or are those provinces taken? I'm torn between a not-France and a not-Poland with plenty of winged hussars.
As tempted as I am to bring back colony-collecting wave-ruling Toubres, the other returners seem to have gone in new directions, so I think I'll follow suit. Watch this space!
You know I'm on board, but I'll still officially declare my interest.
The Republic of Toubres




The reports spread out across the desk in front of Leonardo Serra certainly made for interesting reading. Despite the obvious severity of the situation, the Líder do Conselho couldn't help but smile as he read the account of the latest speech made by Emanuel Fernandes. The Representative of the Republic of Toubres at the recent summits was an old friend of Leonardo, a very old friend. The two men had been born on the same street, a few doors down from each other in a narrow street in the beating heart of Amzores. They'd become friends when they were still children, looking to escape from beneath their mother's skirts. The same burning ambition had burned within both of them, and it was that driving ambition that had dragged them both continuously upwards. Both had found that it was in government that they could find the steps they needed to climb above their station.

That was decades ago, and look at them now. Leonardo stood as the Lider do Conselho, undoubtedly one of the most powerful men in the whole of the Republic, while Emanuel was the international face of Toubres. However any who claimed that it was only Emanuel's friendship with the high-ranking Leonardo that had secured him his own impressive career were sorely mistaken. Emanuel had forged his own path, his brilliant eloquence and burning charisma clearly defining himself as the best man for the task when the first international summit was called by The Holy Territories of Edoniras. And he had certainly proven himself. Although he of course was guided by the constant string of letters running between Emanuel and the Conselho itself, it was his own words he spoke, and his own passion that fueled him.

Now, with Europe seemingly in flames, Leonardo could think of no better man to be the spokesman of the Republic, the representative of Toubres, with the whole nation at his back. A quick gesture from the Lider do Conselho called forward the servant who had been waiting patiently to one side of the room, and a page of parchment, already addressed to Emanuel, was slid across the desk until it rested before Leonardo. Fountain pen already in hand, Leonardo began to write.
The Republic of Toubres




Leonardo Serra took a long drag from his tobacco pipe, pulling the collar of his jacket tight against the inescapable chill of the air. He grimaced slightly, stamping his feet to try and get some feeling back into them. He thought nostalgically of the long summer evenings that he could be enjoying to the south, but duty had called him to the north, and the weather of Covintes was far less temperate than the capital. Ever since he had been first declared Líder do Conselho, he had taken it upon himself to travel across the four corners of the Republic.

In theory, the role of Lider do Conselho was not a lifetime one. Every year, the Conselho members voted for who would take the role, but in practice, none wanted the responsibility. When Leonardo stepped down, another would step up to take his place of course, but none wanted to challenge for the leadership. Still, it gave Leonardo an excuse to travel, and at the very least, there were some among the Conselho members that he would consider friends. The man he was in Covintes to visit however, was not one of those.

Silvio Vila was very much a man moulded by his environment. Cold eyes looked out from a weathered and wrinkled face. Although not quite as headstrong and stubborn as Dario or Luiz, Silvio was impossible to read, and impossible to predict. If Leonardo ever thought he was actually making progress in getting through to the man, the next moment, that hope would be dashed. Silvio was like the rest of the people that called the cold north their home, practical to a fault. His lodgings were a reflection of that. The castle, if that was what it could be called, crouched on the cliff edge like a toad, dark and squat. All worn stone and narrow windows, Leonardo had been regaled with the extensive history of the place at least three times since he had arrived in the morning. Quite frankly, he couldn't care less. Everywhere he went, he was cold and wet.

Hearing footsteps in the passage behind him, Leonardo turned, his eyebrow raising as he saw the beaming face of Raul Matos stepping out into the narrow courtyard. Some fur that Leonardo didn't recognise, but didn't doubt was exceedingly rare, trimmed the heavy cloak that Raul had wrapped around his significant shoulders, and his cheeks were still tinted red, despite the biting chill. Leonardo opened his mouth to speak, but Raul held up his hand, the numerous gold rings glittering in the moonlight. His voice was as booming as ever, his voice echoing off the close walls of the courtyard.

"The old devil told me that I'd find you out here. Something about enjoying the night air?"

Leonardo smiled slightly. Raul and Silvio were an unlikely pair, but they truly seemed to get on. What the two men had in common was beyond him, but it was only Raul that he had ever seen cause Silvio to break a smile. Regarding Raul for a moment, Leonardo cut to the chase.

"Why are you here, Raul? It's not like you to travel so far north."

Raul's face was a picture of mock hurt, a hand going to his chest.

"Can't a man simply want to visit his friend? Especially when the Lider do Conselho is also going to be staying at the time."

Leonardo's face was an impassive mask, and Raul dropped the act, the smile crossing his face again.

"You've seen through me, Leonardo. I needed to talk to you."

"Well here I am."

"It's about Suveren."

Leonardo sighed, taking another drag from his pipe as he shook his head slightly. He opened his mouth to object, but Raul spoke first.

"I know what you're thinking, Leonardo. But this is different. The people are tearing themselves apart! Just give me the order, and I can have men ready to restore order, ships too. You know I can."

The Lider do Conselho was silent for a moment. Tensions between the Republic and the Kingdom of Aontas were frosty at best, and he doubted they would be open to Toubres landing troops in their colony, even if it was to offer support. And yet, he didn't see a better option for the Kingdom, if the reports seeping out of the colony were to be believed at least. He sighed again, before finally replying.

"I'll offer, Raul. But no promises"
The Republic of Toubres




The Palácio do Conselho was in uproar. Once again, Líder do Conselho Leonardo Serra simply allowed the arguing of the other men gathered in the chamber to wash over him. He almost found himself reminiscing of the days when only seven men gathered to discuss the Republic's future. Now there were nine. As he thought of it, Leonardo glanced at the two new Conselho members.

Raul Matos was the representative of the Western Territories of Toubres, and in truth, Leonardo couldn't help but like the man. He was larger than life, with a great booming laugh and voice. The Western Territories was almost exceedingly wealthy, raking in huge profits from it's commerce of spices and other exotic luxuries, and Raul was their favorite son. He dressed well, wearing only the finest fashions and fabrics, gold rings adorning his fingers, and the few times that Leonardo had dined with him, it had been on the richest dishes. Now, Raul leant forward in his chair, hotly debating with another member of the Conselho.

The second member to recently join the Conselho was not only the newest, but also the youngest. Rafael Garcia was a quiet man, bronzed by his years in the lands he now represented, the Southern Territories of Toubres. Even in his short tenure as a member of the Conselho, the young man had proven himself to be sensible, logical almost to a fault, and so had already clashed several times with the more passion-driven members of the Conselho. For now at least, Leonardo could rely on Rafael to be a voice of reason, no matter what the issue.

Growing weary of the bickering, Leonardo brought his hand down on the table, the thud lulling the roar, and allowing the Líder do Conselho to speak.

"Brothers, this arguing achieves nothing. We have all seen the reports. We all know that war between The Kingdom of Ubren and The Empire of Attolia are on the brink of war. And we all know what that means."

He heard several voices spring into life, but he held up his hand for silence until they all fell silent again and he continued.

"The war will escalate. The Hastel Dominions will march to the aid of The Kingdom of Ubren, and The Empire of Attolia can count on the support of The Empire of Rubrus, the Kingdom of Aontas, and The Echyan Empire."

A single, hard-edged voice broke the silence of the pause, and it took all of Leonardo's willpower to suppress a wince, as he turned to face Luiz Duarte.

"Like you said, 'Lidor', we all know this. So stop wasting your breath, and cut to the chase."

Leonardo forced a smile. The increasingly advanced age of the Avezdo representative had done nothing to improve his temperament. Luiz had fallen ill the year past, and although it did shame Leonardo to admit, he had truly hoped that the man would die, if nothing else but to free the Conselho of the bitter old man. But alas, he had made a remarkable recovery, clearly he was as stubborn in clinging to life as he was in the rest of his business. Leonardo realized that the silence had dragged on slightly, and he hurried to reply.

"Thank you, Luiz. The Redcliff Empire could find itself dragged into this war, and if they are, then our oath will leave us forced to join by their side, or to dishonor ourselves and go back on our word."

He allowed his words to sink in before he spoke again.

"I know there are some among your number who protested at our alliance with The Redcliff Empire and The Holy Territories of Edoniras. But we cannot undo it, and we must live with the consequences. It is time to vote gentleman."

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The Republic of Toubres




The sudden knocking on the door echoed through the small room, and Leonardo Serra jumped slightly, taken by surprise. Turning towards the door, he called out for the knocker to enter, and visibly relaxed as the smiling face of Gaspar Abreu leaned around the door. Beckoning his old friend in, he smiled wearily.

"It's good to see you, Gaspar. Please, join me."

Gaspar took the invitation, stepping inside the sparsely decorated chamber, and closing the door behind him as he strode over to where Leonardo sat. Pulling out the spare chair, the broad-shouldered man sank down into it, sighing slightly as he shifted to get comfortable.

"And it's good to see you too, Líder do Conselho."

Leonardo waved his hand dismissively, putting down his steel nib pen as he turned to properly face Gaspar.

"You know there's no need for those formalities, Gaspar. We've known each other for years after all."

The other man smiled, his teeth flashing slightly in the flickering light cast by the room's lamp.

"I remember it well. We were young men back then, and now look at us. You stand at the head of the Republic!"

The Lidor do Conselho frowned slightly, shaking his head.

"The Conselho leads Toubres, not one man, and certainly not me. Don't let the others hear you saying things like that."

Gaspar shrugged unapologetically, the smile never fading from his face. He held his hands out, leaning back slightly in his chair.

"You might be right. But it's still you that everyone looks too, even the rest of the council. Even Luiz cares about your opinion, although that old bastard would rather die than admit it. Unfortunately, Leonardo, I'm not just here on a social call. The next Conselho meeting is tomorrow, and I thought I'd inquire as to what your thoughts are, so that I can prepare myself, so to speak..."

The smile faded from Leonardo's face, and he rose to his feet, moving to stand before the narrow window. The Palácio do Conselho stood on the banks of the River Amzor, and through the window, Leonardo could look out over the docks. Proud warships of the Toubrian Navy rocked slightly, the lamps almost looking like stars against the darkness of the night. He squared his jaw for an instant before he spoke.

"I feared as much. Truth be told, I'm not sure myself. War is consuming Europe, and it seems with every passing day another nation pledges its loyalty to one side or the other. It seems the conflict has become a wildfire, threatening to consume even the most rational and peaceful. I can't allow Toubres to be dragged into it against our will, although I'm sure some of our fellow Conselho members will do their best to try and lead us astray. For now, we must focus on the most pressing issue, the Kingdom of Aontas. I know we have long been rivals, but I'd hoped King Matthias wouldn't succumb to this warmongering natures of those further south. I hope that we can ensure we do not clash in the colonies, I truly do. The New World offers such great opportunities, and I want to ensure we are creating new paradises, not new battlefields"
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