United Terrain territories Wiki

**Welcome Great states from beyond our worlds.**
You, intelligent Philosophers, librarians and soldiers of reason and understanding. That has come here on this day, to learn who it is that has invaded your reality. We are the united terrain territories. We are an international organisation that spans a planet called Terra, stretching across seas, oceans and the void between worlds. We exist to bring peace and tranquillity to the Sol system. To take up the impossible legacy that the ancient Atla alliance and their counterpart the Rusfarium union left for us. Through our collective might, we set forth to rid the world of suffering. Now it is not our intent to remove all suffering from the world. We are of the belief that it is the way of life to endure pain, misery and sorrow. It is a part of being alive. However, those pains should never be caused by the actions of a state. Famine, pestilence, war these are things that a nation can and must control. That if there is to be famine, that we have enough food stored away to feed every man, woman and child until the next great harvest. That if there is to be pestilence. That it is isolated, its symptoms mitigated and that those that are suffering, do not suffer for long. And if we must, put them down that it is humane, quick and peaceful. Lastly, and most importantly, if there is to be war. That it is against those that will not listen to reason, that will not compromise nor co-operate. That it is against those that would dare break our united terrain agreements, and that would willingly knowingly deny their people the basic necessities of life dictated by the utopian command.

Ladies and gentlemen. This is who we are. This is what stands before you. We will never stand idly by as children lay starving on the streets. We will not spare a moment as the innocent scream in agony as they are butchered by blasphemous heretics.

Religion, philosophy, belief, by the light of understanding I… We care little for what you believe. Regardless of who you think you are. Undaunted by whom you ally with. We are a bulwark of souls protecting the innocent, standing resolute against the oncoming tide.

From my words I think that you now understand who we are. Our mission, our reason for being. Through my words I think you understand that we are no pacifists. That we will take action against those failed states that are unwilling to provide for their people. That we will take actions against those terrorists that break our agreements. Be who you wish to be. We do not care. We care not for your race, beliefs or ideology. Whether you are an empire or the greatest of dictatorships, controlling every facet of someone's life right down to which toilet paper they should wipe their ass with. We do not care. Follow our rules. Look after your people. Do not disappoint us.

I leave you now. To look over the documents detailing our world. It contains the agreements, the utopian command and our united histories. You have also been handed supplementary documentation on the nations that make up the united terrain territories. Governmental structure, history and an overview of our geography. However, before I go, I would like to leave you with a quote from an ancient general from the last days of the collapse.

“*There is no man that can't be reasoned with in war. There is no man that doesn't want peace, to go home. To forget about the faces of those they had already slaughtered. There is no man that cannot be reasoned with, if not through words, then through the barrel of a gun. General Augustus Miller. The alliance in the middle of Dalvanberg.”*

A nice sentiment. One that we agree with. Join us, or don’t. We do not care. Just don’t disappoint us.

(**Creators notes: The information below may be seen as Eurocentric. This is due to me being British, so I have a better understanding of the area around where I live. I attempted to be as unbiased as possible, however I didn't want to produce conflicts in areas that I have little knowledge of. I hope that I have represented a believable story and I apologies for the areas I didn't cover. Also, if the grammar or spelling is not the best. I apologies I am not the best at English. (Shocker right an Englishman not being good at English. It just wrong.**)

## History of terra

An eternity ago. Long before the Nashian nightmares rose from the tar of zilosa mar. Before cracks appeared upon the Serpent's body. Before the unending war within the vale von Dalvanberg. In a time before the tremors of Nullius momenti, and even the creation of the Rusfarium union, and their fight for survival against the Atla Alliance, during the waning days of the collapse.

When the tyrant god ruled over reality. His monstrous angels whispering in the ears of men and women alike. Dropping seeds of distrust into the world. Wafting the flames of war. All so he could watch humanity play his twisted games.

In this world there were no monsters, devils or demons. As we were the creatures that scurry about in the dark. Our minds put to work, in the factory of war. No need for the magic of our time. Our minds are more than capable of producing technology that no magic, no matter how strong can ever hope to match.

In this world. So far removed from the one we all know, existed two great empires that span the globe. The first to the west was a magnificent empire called Nato. Its technological prowess, unrivalled on the world stage. Though tempered by their constant infighting. Something the proud nation of the United Russo states had little problem dealing with. Their people united in their singular goal. To bring order to this world of chaos. The great empire of the United Russo states may have been behind the western empire technologically speaking but their greater numbers and industrial might, balanced the scales. For centuries these empires bickered. Influencing smaller nations against one another. Bringing much suffering into the world satisfying the twisted god's disgusting desires.

As time moved on, the empires continued their silent war. Playing in the shadows. Even though their actions were as clear as day. The strings they pull, as thick as chains though none of the audience dared speak up, fearing they would turn their chains on them. Then unexpectedly this silent war came to an abrupt end. The chains falling away, like dust in the wind. We don’t know why, or how, nor when, but we know it happened. Peace and tranquillity echoing across the earth like a cymbal calling in a golden age. Culture and technology advanced at an alarming rate. The world prospered and the population grew to unknown numbers. Conquering the realms above and below. The world was perfect. Perfect for the tyrant god's plan of eradication. He allowed the world to prosper, though it wasn’t his intention. The ability of man to defy his will was unnerving and he sought to remove these useless items of entertainment. The technology that man had been creating to make their lives simpler, easier. Turned into weapons of war. The angels whispering within the ear of fanatics. Sowing seeds. A terrorist attack here. A riot there. Insane leaders within nations of fools. Soon the world was at each other's throats. The smouldering ashes sparked to life and holy light erupted across Terra. Obliterating many great cities. Killing untold millions within an instant. Some from before the flames fell from the sky, believing that after the holy light fell from on high the war would end. That the loss of so many would destroy the nations that sparked the end. How wrong they were. Holy light was nothing compared to the weapons that mankind would unleash upon Theia surface. From the plague of the cursed night to the fractured sunsets. Weapons of war that could boil seas and turn mountains to valleys.

Then as the tyrant laughed, an odd sound echoed through the heavens, and the gods' smile faltered. As mankind stole away the seeds of creation to be used in their bloody war. A flood of mankind’s monsters rampaged through the heavens. Tearing apart gods' angels. Opening the gates of hell. Releasing Lucifer and his army of the damned. Together the army of the dead, the monsters of man and the devil and his demons. Waged an unholy war in the heavens. Though this was of little importance to those below.

As the gods fought, the war of the empires fizzled out. There was no final battle. No decisive victory. Only broken families and burning homes. The seas boiling away as our true creator, mother nature turning her back on us. The great empires disappeared from the world, as the skies filled with ash and radiation. Communication between the worlds became impossible. Only the remnants of the great state of Murca could travers the twisting oceans. What was left of Nato, the Eurthian council and the Murca senit, united in an act of survival, establishing the nation of the Atla alliance. Through the unity of the lush lands of Eurthia and the industrial might of Murca, the people of the Atla alliance prospered as the world changed around them. During this age of tranquillity the people could finally rest. Could breath in the gentle breeze. Could forget the terrors of that ceaseless war. Peace. Peace, that could only last for so long. As the tremors of the approaching moment echoed across the boiling seas and freezing oceans. As the devil and his army of the righteous began to lose against the tyrant's angles. Retreating behind the gates of hell, but soon his armies would rise up once more. As the mother allowed the father to discipline his children. His cold mercy rippled across the northern plains. Clawing at the young, the old. The weak, the healthy. He didn’t care, why would he. We had harmed our mother and we would suffer.

The Scandnaska guardians of the northern passage during the war of the empires, ran south away from the freezing winds. Thousands of refugees. Arriving within the Atla alliance. Welcomed with open arms. The great defenders of the north. More hands for the fields. Though soon we would learn that we should have been thankful for the fathers cold mercy. As the lesson the mother would teach us would fracture our hearts and burn our souls.

As her light rose into the sky baking the earth below, mankind staggered west. From the burns of summer and the frostbite of winter. Mankind dragged themselves through the sand and salt of Midtharium and across the frozen tundra of the former Russo states. Millions of souls escaping west towards the lush lands of Eurtheia. The alliance tried their best to accommodate them, but their number just kept climbing. Soon they had no choice but to close their borders, there was no more room, the fields saturated with workers. The vale of mountains filled to bursting with soldiers, guarding the lush lands of Eurtheia, from the hordes of the desperate. Their ever increasing numbers clawed away at every scrap of fabric, every morsel of food and every drop of water. Many of them release their grip on their humanity, to become one with god. Angels upon terra, ripping away at the flesh of the weak. Those too young, those too old, those too ill to defend themselves from God's angels. Men feeding upon men. But Terra despised angels. They had no place on her lover's surface.

Courage she would grace the desperate with. Courage, and rage gifted by the father. The desperate became hopeful. United. To do what mankind has always been good at. Waging war. Waging war on an ungodly scale. The angels were captured and butchered by the children of Terra. Their blood watering the sprouting seedlings of the approaching moment. An army born from the hordes. Across the snow and salt. A blood stained white flag rose into the skies beyond the green fields. Rusfarium. The name screamed into the heavens. Rusfarium. A name made from the desperate. Rusfarium and their union charged across the boiling sea. Smashing through the alliance's defences capturing the lands of Eosthiea. Only for holy light to erupt through cracks in the earth and the waters of Maldkin to rush in. Erasing lives and memories. To be forgotten by all. The lands beyond the mountains, disappearing from memory.

To the east by the snow. The rest of the union threw themselves into the meat grinder, knowing the fate that awaited them. But with hope in their hearts they sacrificed themselves for their children. Dalvanberg forced souls into their halls and columns. Both men and their monsters. To do battle, for evermore. This war for survival quickly fell into a stalemate. No land lost for no land gained. Only lives disappearing in the mists of the vale.

But the moment trembles and a trident falls from the heavens. Severing the twisting oceans. Dragging Merca down, her strength and weight placed against her. To fall into this collapsing world. Eurtheia, alone for the first time in millenia feared that their end was at hand.  However one last hope remained. The trident, gifted to them by the heavens. A tool to protect them from the cured virus that they would unleash on the people of the Union. Soon blood poured from those poor souls. Painting the tunnels of the library a disgusting shade of red. Bodies of the desperate lining the shelves, their stories left unfinished. As their children lost their childhood running across the tundra and burning sands away from the cursed. Their hope, laid beyond the flames of falling snow.

They had won. The lush lands of Eurtheia where theirs. However the tremors have stopped. The moment has come. As god threw his lighting bolts and the devil cowered under his shield. Silence sung across reality. Pure nothingness appeared from the rift. Humanity's birth place and we would show those eternals who they should fear.

Nullius Momenti. The moment had come. The moment when everything became nothing. Pure nothingness. A gift from the retreating Rusfarium union. A weapon to kill a god. Nullius Momenti, and the world fell into the void beyond reality. It is unknown how long existence did not exist. It is unknown what happened within the endless void. But it is known that when the world returned, millions were dead. Their minds, broken by existing in a world without existence, and that the trident a gift from the heavens was broken.

God was dead, his body strewn across the salt flats. His black putrid blood spilling into the drained seabed. Pooling, slowly forming the great tar of Zilosa mar.

The war at the gates of hell was over. The devil and his army of the damned, breathing a sigh of relief but the moment wasn’t over. As the heavens shook. The devil turned to watch the void beyond erupt into the universe through a hole in reality. Those beyond. Unknown others. Monsters that would play with humanity. The devil would not have it. He rallied his demons and charged into the void. To battle with the other till the end of time. As the devil started his charge, the Alta alliance fell into the collapsing world. The cursed virus had turned on them. Quickly spreading across the land. The people had nowhere to go. They were trapped. A prison of their own making. Surrounded by the mothers hatred. Infected with their own disease. Inundated with monsters of their own design. The alliance was at its end and they knew it. One final act. One final action. One more thing to do. Leave a legacy. So they gathered their strength and marched forth. Across the lands of Theia minor. Capturing the monsters they had created. Sending them to the southwestern peninsular of the island of Patheia. Behind the great wall of tranquillity. Their legacy. Hidden away within a wall of tranquillity. Their legacy. Please no more war. A legacy broken within the tremors of the moment.

## Current recognised states of the United Terrain territories

### Commonwealth of socialist republics

#### **Vereinigte Berge und Meere (VBM)**

##### **Bibliothek von Dalvanberg**

* Charon
* St Miller

##### Fyrmerska Reich

* Urjmalt colony

* Vibergska colony
	+ Eostheia regional protectorate

* Vinland colony
* Polsluska technocrat coalitional government

### Polslava-Rusfarium technocratic Union (PRTU)

* Polsluska technocrat coalitional government

## Current recognised sentient species of Terra

Homo Sapiens Sapiens

Homo Sapiens Imperium

Homo Alterra

Homo Fährmann

Homo Currosta