Posts from Actaea

What if I told you that this area isn't the entire globe?

We'd say you're joking, get drunk, and then we'd spend another half a day arguing and dividing the world. :D

Black Hole

Oh... indeed.

But if you want to grant Olum more lands, I wouldn't mind.

We don't give away lands; we make an exchange. But it seems the lords of Arcon don't quite understand the meaning of the word "equivalent."

I'll be there soon and claim all the disputed territories for myself.

I've already measured and made everything equal and "equivalent." It's just that in Arcondia, a piece of land didn't suddenly break off, but the entire border shifted in that place, meaning that at first glance, the changes seem insignificant, but in the end, the territory remains the same.

Besides a small piece of land being taken from me and reducing my island territory, no other changes are visible...

There are some changes, so accept them and move on.

Demonstrate it clearly.

Take a look at the old map and the new one. Your west and south have expanded.

After receiving approval and instructions from Quasardastan, the transport ship Rex Ventorum headed straight for the Temple, where it landed. In addition to Leticia, three more people arrived with Hector – two special forces soldiers and, in fact, the pilot. This trio remained to guard the aircraft, while the head of the VSRV and his assistant went to the negotiations (after surrendering their weapons, if such a requirement existed). Hector was a rather tall and well-built man; gray hair was visible among his dark blue-black hair; his eyes were the color of a winter sky, his nose was straight and long, and his face was stern with a determined chin. The girl accompanying him was also tall and had a well-trained body, as befits a soldier. The only unusual thing about her for a person in her profession was perhaps her beautiful, neat face and long, golden hair, tied back in a ponytail (in the army of Rex Ventorum, all soldiers, both men and women, are required to have a buzz cut). Hector is waiting for an audience with the ruler, following the instructions of the local authorities.

If you want, I can give you part of the island. Let's divide the eastern part in half.

Hector was a rather tall and strongly built man; streaks of gray ran through his raven-black hair, his eyes were the color of a winter sky, his nose was straight and long, and his face was square with a determined chin.

Okay, the nose is different, and there's no gray hair. But almost!

Guys, I think you divided that island into too few parts. Let's add a couple more dozen states there.

It seems like you guys are trying to trick me…

If you want, I can give you part of the island. Let's divide the eastern part in half.

Or I can give you exactly the same piece of land, or you'll be left without an island.

The player knows best; it’s their map after all.