A portal opens and peoples' lives fall apart.

  Each generation is shaped by its defining moments, carved into the collective memory of that era, marked by a singur question. Always the same question: Where were you?

  "Where were you when Nevitt's Army nded in Oyestad?"

  "Where were you when the DC Echudeaux exploded?"

  "Where were you when Twadamia surrendered to us?"

  "Where were you when the atomic bombs went off?"

  "Where were you when Therundia and the Three Nations split?"

  "Where were you when we nded on the moon?"

  "Where were you when Flight 384 was shot down?"

  But no question, no moment in recent memory, struck the people of the world with more force than the one that came on that fateful day.

  "Where were you when the portal opened in Osterholm?"

  Osterholm, Avanta, Fellnor-Avanta

  17 Sithtre 2002, 1 MM (CUT+1)

  Gabriel was hating his day so far. He was supposed to be on a nice quiet 2-hour break away from the endless meetings, security checks, and other responsibilities of being the head of security at the Concord of Nations headquarters. But unfortunately, the universe didn’t seem to really like him.

  The greying man pulled out his pistol slowly, his hand trembling as he scanned the chaotic scene outside the coffee shop window.

  The once cmorous intersection had morphed into another sort of chaos entirely. People were screaming as strange, sword-wielding creatures of all shapes and colours charged out of something resembling an antique marble gate supported by pilrs, except where the "entrance" of it should have been repced by a bck void that seemed to swallow light itself.

  One particur creature that seemed to have a dog-like head impaled a man in the back as he was desperately trying to pull his child away, causing Gabriel to snap out of his frozen state.

  Get it together Gabriel , he scolded himself in his head, and he breathed in deeply.

  "Out through the back!" Gabriel barked at the handful of equally stunned patrons inside the cafe, motioning towards the barista's counter where a narrow hallway led elsewhere.

  Nobody had to be told twice as they scrambled toward the hallway, tripping over chairs and each other in their rush to escape.

  Legions and legions of Curan-esque soldiers then began to pour out of the gate as more civilians were cut down by the creatures.

  They marched in square formations, shields locked, spears bristling forward like a forest of death. Truly a sight to behold if he wasn't currently in a life-or-death situation.

  A momentary lull in the madness gave him a second to think. Communications . He had to alert headquarters. He fumbled for the talkie in his pocket and raised the device to his lips.

  "This is Gabriel de Antonio, we've got hostiles pouring out of a… portal of some kind, civilians are being sughtered, send help, quick!"

  No sooner did he finish his sentence, a creature smmed through the shop window, sending shards of gss splintering into the cafe. Gabriel ducked instinctively, backing away from the window.

  The creature that had crashed through the window was a deep shade of purple, with features that made the thing look as if it had come from the bowels of the underworld itself.

  He did not need to think—he didn’t have to. He simply fired.

  Once. Twice. Thrice.

  The shots deafened him in the confined space as the creature screeched, staggered backwards, tripped, and fell back out of the window.

  "Gabriel do you copy." a sharp voice rang from his talkie.

  He barely registered it, adrenaline practically coursing through his veins. He had to get back to headquarters.

  With one st gnce at the coffee shop, now a war zone, he sprinted toward the rear exit, hoping the patrons would have already found their way out.

  As he reached the ajar back door to an alley, Gabriel clutched his sidearm tighter, bracing himself for whatever could come next.

  "Gabriel do you copy."

  Nyhaven, Avanta, Fellnor-Avanta

  17 Sithtre 2002, 3 MM (CUT+1)

  Prime Minister Alice Lorenzen stared at the videophone which sat at the centre of the conference table and dispyed the round blond face of Osterholm’s mayor, Torsten Mathiesen, who had just given a report.

  “So let me confirm what I am hearing right now," Alice said, rubbing her temples. "There is a portal right in the heart of the most political city in our country, and from this portal, hostile entities are storming through the streets?"

  Mayor Mathiesen’s face appeared pale and strained. "Yes, Madam Prime Minister. We have issued an order for evacuation but that is the only thing we can do; the police are overwhelmed."

  "Have the Concord of Nations been informed of this?"

  "Their headquarters are under siege as we speak, 4 guards have already been reported dead."

  Alice took sucked in a breath sharply. "Ambassade Road?"

  "They were evacuated as soon as the order was given."

  “That is one small comfort in this disaster,” she muttered.

  The political fallout would have been enormous if the attack had compromised the embassies there. Not that the potential impact of whatever was happening at the CN headquarters was any less worrisome, but it was quite fortunate that no World Congress meeting was in session.

  "Of, what's the status of our military response?"

  "The 17th Armoured Brigade at Fort Lunde has been mobilised and the rest of the 2nd Division is en route to Osterholm. They should arrive within the hour," Of Jeppesen, the Minister of Defence reported, a grim expression on his bearded face.

  Alice nodded as the lines on her forehead deepened. "And the air support?"

  "The Royal Air Force has scrambled the 14th and 31st squadrons to deal with the dragons, they are expected to arrive in 10 minutes or less."

  The Prime Minister turned her attention to Natalia Voss, the Minister of Home Retions. "Natalia, any word from Fellnor?"

  The bespectacled woman jumped slightly before replying. "None as of yet Madam, Prime Minister Halvorsen is currently being briefed in an emergency cabinet meeting simir to our own."

  Alice nodded curtly. "Keep me updated on any development from them.”

  “Of course.”

  She then turned to the rest of the room. "We must be prepared for the possibility that this is not an isoted incident. Who is to say that this is the only portal that will open? For all we know, this could be the beginning of a much rger invasion."

  Of spoke up again. "Madam Prime Minister, while it is prudent to prepare for additional incidents, I do not think whatever antique enemies we’re dealing with would open more portals to this world. If I were one of the enemy leaders, I'd focus on developing our—for the ck of a better word – beachhead rather than spreading my forces thinly across multiple fronts."

  Alice considered this for a moment before responding. "That may be true, but it is equally important not to underestimate the capabilities or strategies of our enemies. Even if they are to appear primitive to our eyes, we cannot assume they ck the means or the will to take us by surprise."

  "Fair point," Of conceded.

  Alice shifted her gaze to the videophone. "Mayor Mathiesen, keep us updated on any news in Osterholm. Focus on the safety of our citizens, help is on the way."

  "Understood, Madam Prime Minister," the mayor replied as steadily as he could. "We'll do what we can to hold the situation until the military arrives."

  The videophone screen faded to its default blue homepage, leaving the conference room in a strained silence.

  "The media is already picking up on reports of the chaos." The Director of Communications, a blue-eyed Per Fossen broke the silence after a few seconds. "They’ll demand answers. How much should we reveal to the public?"

  Alice thought for a moment, weighing her options. On one hand, she could not afford to cause widespread panic. On the other hand, downpying the severity of the situation could backfire if the reality became too apparent to conceal.

  "We'll tell them the truth, but not the whole truth," Alice finally responded. "We will confirm that a portal has appeared in Osterholm and that an alien attack is currently in progress. However, we will emphasise that our military forces have already been mobilised and are on their way to secure the situation. There is no need to specute on the nature or the origins of these attackers at this time."

  Per nodded, scribbling down notes. "Understood. We'll prepare a statement to that effect. A draft will be on your desk within an hour or so."

  Alice nodded with a hard expression. "Thank you, Per. Does anyone else have anything to add before we conclude this meeting?"

  The room remained silent although some did shake their heads.

  "Very well then," Alice said, "I think we have covered all immediate concerns. Let us proceed with the tasks at hand and prepare for the hours ahead. The image of our nation rests on how well we manage this crisis."

  Osterholm, Avanta, Fellnor-Avanta

  17 Sithtre 2002, 4 MM (CUT+1)

  Alex bit his tongue as the tank jostled over the uneven cobblestones of Osterholm's streets. The high-pitched whine of the engine filled the cabin, accompanied by the discordant cnking of the treads against the ground. His grip tightened around the periscope handle as he surveyed the damaged ndscape outside.

  The first floor of almost every building appeared to be in ruins. Gss shards glistened on the asphalt, and several bodies y sprawled across the ground, motionless.

  Alex forced down the queasy feeling in his stomach as he shifted his gaze from the corpses to look behind him, where three other tanks in his ptoon rumbled forward in a staggered formation.

  Accompanying them, squads of men on foot kept pace, peering down alleyways and side streets, after all, although their enemies might be primitive, they can still catch a tank off guard, especially in an urban setting like this.

  Suddenly, the radio crackled to life. "Ptoon Huso, this is Alpha Actual. Be advised, hostile infantry reported moving through Sector Delta-9. Engage at will. Over."

  "Copy that, Alpha Actual," Alex responded, swivelling his periscope forward.

  At that moment, Alex heard a screech coming from the skies above as a dragon a few blocks away fell from the sky, crashing somewhere behind the buildings to the right of them, causing something to explode.

  The air force was doing its job, it seemed.

  Just then, he caught sight of figures emerging from an intersection ahead. They were armoured, wielding swords and shields, moving in tight formations that resembled ancient infantry tactics. The infantry alongside the tanks took notice, preparing to engage.

  "Alien bastards," Alex muttered under his breath. "Enemy spotted! 10 o'clock, target—infantry, fire at will!"

  The tank jerked slightly as the gunner adjusted the turret, lining up the shot. A second ter, the main cannon roared, sending a shell hurtling toward the enemy formation. The impact was immediate and brutal, a fiery explosion tore through the tightly packed ranks of soldiers, sending debris and bodies flying.

  "Direct hit!" the gunner called out triumphantly as the loader prepared the next round. Alex didn’t allow himself the luxury of relief. They had barely scratched the surface of whatever force had poured through that portal.

  "Forward, keep pushing!" Alex ordered through the radio, mainly for the benefit of the other tanks and accompanying infantry.

  The tank surged forward again, its treads grinding over rubble and debris. Through the periscope, Alex saw the enemy forces scrambling, some retreating while others attempted to rally under the command of an officer shouting something he couldn’t hear.

  "More infantry, two o'clock!" the gunner reported. "Looks like they've got archers!"

  A second ter, another tank from Alex’s ptoon fired, smashing through the enemy ranks as a rain of arrows cttered harmlessly off the tanks' armour.

  However, several men on foot weren't so lucky. Alex grimaced as he caught sight of a few infantrymen taking cover behind an abandoned car. The arrows whistled through the air and clinked harmlessly off walls, vehicles, and the ground, but a few found their marks. One soldier colpsed, gripping at his neck as dark red stains spread across his uniform.

  But his death was repaid a moment ter when the infantry quickly returned fire, cutting down what remained of the new coming enemies.

  A few seconds ter, a war cry echoed through the streets, and Alex’s tank jolted as another wave of enemy shields turned the intersection corner, inspiring the stragglers of the two previous groups to charge forward with renewed vigour.

  "Fire! Load canister!" Alex shouted.

  The gunner did not hesitate as the cannon erupted with a thunderous roar, punching into the advancing ranks.

  The three other tanks and the infantry did the same, creating a wall of fire that swept through them. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and the putrid smell of burning flesh, yet they kept coming, stepping over their fallen comrades as if they were branches of a fallen tree.

  "Canister loaded!" the gunner confirmed

  "Fire! Keep the pressure on them." Alex commanded, he could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead as their shells tore more holes into the enemy lines.

  The enemy's advance was beginning to falter, and so Alex pressed his advantage. "Push forward, don't let them regroup! No stopping until we reach the CN headquar—”

  "Incoming!" the driver interrupted Alex with a shout, just as a fming projectile that seemed to have been from the back of the enemy lines arced through the air toward them. Alex braced himself instinctively. The impact rocked the tank, a deafening cng resonating through the cabin.

  Alex winced. "Damage report!" he snapped.

  "Right fnk—minor, just a dent," the driver replied quickly.

  "Return fire! Load HE!" Alex commanded. The tank's gun boomed again, and the shrapnel from the canister round vapourised another chunk of the enemy group who had been advancing but it did not seem whatever had been aimed at them—a ballista—was neutralised yet.

  "Doubtful!" He barked.

  But it did not matter, as a few rounds from the other tanks found their marks, obliterating what remained of the enemy’s will to fight and fttening their siege weapon.

  A few of the surviving enemies tried to turn and run but it was no use as they were simply gunned down by their infantry.

  "By the gods," Alex muttered, as the tanks passed the remains of the ruined and mangled bodies of the enemy soldiers. He had very much expected such devastation to happen, but to actually see it first-hand was a different experience entirely.

  The infantrymen mopped up any remaining stragglers, as they continued their advance toward the Concord of Nations headquarters.

  Camp Dalby, Ensbro, Avanta, Fellnor-Avanta

  17 Sithtre 2002, 6 MM (CUT+1)

  Major General Sverre Hillestad never expected to have to go to war again so quickly, ever since they returned from Agalur after Operation Fttgress ended. Yet here he was, looking over a map of Osterholm, a red X marking the location of the newly emerged portal.

  Around the X, small red blocks signified enemy positions which had been gradually expanding outward like a spreading infection before being met by clusters of blue triangles, represented the 2nd Division's forces and the local police.

  One of the staff officers moved a marker, gncing down at a piece of paper, "Delta-7 cleared." he muttered to himself.

  At that moment, a radio which sat next to the map buzzed to life. "Command, this is Alpha Actual, over."

  Hillestad immediately straightened his posture, pivoting towards the radio. "Alpha Actual, this is General Hillstad. Report."

  "The 3rd Battalion has reached CNH and is establishing a perimeter. The enemy assault group has been destroyed but we are still engaging sporadic resistance from remnants to the northwest near the river. Over."

  "Losses?" Hillestad demanded.

  "Two dead on our side. Fourteen CN guards reported dead so far but the body count may rise as the grounds are still being cleared. Twenty-three injured. Over."

  Hillestad gnced at the map briefly before replying, "Secure the area, Delta-9 to 11." He suppressed the urge to issue a more aggressive directive. The enemy had broken up faster than expected but that didn't mean pns should be abandoned. "But don't make any more offensives until the 24th Brigade has cleared Sectors of Epsilon. Over."

  " Vilett* , General. Over."

  One of the staff officers. A curly dark-skinned man, who had been taking notes moved the piece representing the 3rd Battalion to the CN headquarters, reflecting their progress on the map and removing several red pieces. Just three blocks of buildings to the east was the distinct red X that marked the portal. If they could secure it, then no more enemy reinforcement could emerge to threaten their position.

  At least 10 minutes ter the radio crackled again. "Command, this is Bard Actual, over."

  "Bard Actual, this is General Hillestad. Report."

  "Sector Zeta-2 has been cleared sir, all enemy units north of the Osterholm River have been eliminated besides those on Ambrose Bridge. Over."

  "Excellent work," Hillestad replied. He looked at the map again, envisioning the progression of their forces. The red X was just a few streets south of the bridge in question. "Do not halt until the portal is secure."

  "Understood, General. O—"

  "Casualty report?" Hillestad prompted.

  "Minimal, sir. Three wounded from the 4th Battalion, Five from the 9th. Friendly fire incident at Zeta-5 caused another four more from the 1st, but nothing significant. Over."

  Hillestad took a deep breath as one of the dark-skinned staff seemed to quicken his scribbling at the mention of friendly fire. "Make sure that incident is investigated once this is over, and update me once the portal has been secured. Over."

  "Copy that, General. Over."

  The pieces were moved once more as the 2nd Division closed in on the red X. The final push was near, and once the portal was secured, it would be almost over.

  There was nothing for him to do, besides waiting until the next report from his Brigadiers came in.

  Hillestad allowed himself a quick look at the clock ticking away on the wall. Time seemed to move at a crawl, despite the rapid progress his forces were making on the ground. Yet, he knew better than to rex yet. There was always the chance that the enemy had something else up their sleeves, and compcency had cost commanders dearly in wars past. His hands csped behind his back, he returned his attention to the map table.

  Another marker shifted after a few minutes. The bridge had easily fallen to the 15th Brigade with help from a few Companies from the 17th, the portal was almost theirs for the taking.

  Then Hillestad heard the radio crackle once more. "Command, this is Ulf Actual, over." Hillestad looked up at the radio as he recognised the call sign of the commander of the 24th Brigade. "Ulf Actual, this is General Hillestad. Report."

  "Enemies in Sectors Epsilon have been routed and pushed into Delta. Three dead on our side. Over."

  Hillestad nodded to himself, gesturing for the staff to update the map accordingly. The st enemy remnants north of the river were gone. A few were scattered throughout the south but they were disorganised and would be easy picking once the portal was cleared.

  "Brigadier, move your forces into Delta-12 and seize the portal. Bard Actual will be moving in to support from the Sectors Zeta. Over." He ordered.

  The brigadier acknowledged the order and hung up.

  The General then remembered what he had said to Alpha Actual earlier. "Alpha Actual, this is Command. Epsilon has been cleared. You are to move your forces east and support Ulf Actual in an assault on Delta 12. Over."

  "Copy that. Over." Came the response.

  It was over in all but the name.

  The red blocks of enemy positions on the map were either in retreat or in a state of disarray. The CN headquarters was safe, and all that remained was to mop up the remaining hostile forces in the city, starting with those surrounding the portal.

  And just several minutes ter: "Command, this is Bard Acutal. the portal is secured. Over."

  Hillestad could barely stop his grin as he heard that report. "Well done, Brigadier. Make sure any enemy that dares come out of it is dealt with swiftly. Over."

  He could almost hear the cheer that erupted from his men, his staff officers also shared a smile amongst them.

  However, Hillestad kept a level head, there were still stray enemy groups that needed to be mopped up. But the immediate threat had been neutralised, and that was what mattered now.

  Tibski, Jenisia

  17 Sithtre 2002, 7 MM (CUT+1)

  "Your Holiness, there has just been an alien attack in Avanta."

  Sotiria Kyrie looked up from the book she had been reading in arm. Aliens? Had the Lunarians decided to break the Compact?

  "Whence?" she demanded the young girl who had approached her with the news. Her hands gripped the edges of her desk tightly.

  "Osterholm."

  Something jumped in her stomach at the mention of the city. "Who are the attackers?"

  "We are unsure, Your Holiness. Reports indicate that a portal appeared in the city where Andrans** supported by non-andran auxilry forces emerged from."

  "Describe these aliens to me."

  "Reports are few, Your Holiness," the girl stated neutrally. "But what we know is that they appear... unadvanced, yet numerous. Armoured, using swords and shields, dragons as air cavalry. Like our ancient warriors of antiquity."

  Sotiria remained silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing as the young girl spoke. She had expected to have to face entities from beyond the world, but she had only pnned for attacks from beyond the sky, not from another dimension.

  "Swords and shields?" Sotiria repeated, her voice betraying no hint of surprise but a touch of disdain. "They come wielding the relics of a bygone age, yet they dare challenge us. How arrogant."

  Sighing, she stood from her desk, her white robes flowing effortlessly behind her as she moved toward the window overlooking the sleek highrises of Tibski.

  "They have mastered portal creation but appear to be no more than savages," she said quietly, more to herself than to the attendant. There were only three known ways to open a portal: by cosmic chance, through divine manipution, or by employing incredibly advanced technology—Technology beyond anything achieved by the sapients of this world or even the Lunarians. Judging by the fact they weren’t curb-stomping the Avantans, these invaders could not possibly possess the third. That left only the other two possibilities.

  "What did this portal look like?" Sotiria inquired.

  "It is said to resemble an Emasic gate with a bck void for a centre."

  Sotiria frowned. A portal bearing a deliberate design? This was no accident of nature. A cosmic fluke would have been unremarkable in form—chaotic, unstable. But this? This bore the unmistakable fingerprints of a higher power. Never in her nearly 7000 years of existence has she heard of a natural portal that is stylised in architecture.

  If this invasion really was orchestrated by some alien gods, then it demanded immediate action. How dare they encroach upon her world like this!

  Turning slowly from the window, she regarded the young attendant with her piercing brown eyes. "Send word to our ambassador to the Concord of Nations," she ordered. "Request an emergency meeting. Make it clear that Jenisia will call for a united response to the attempted invasion in Osterholm. A Holy War, if necessary."

  The girl nodded and curtsied before hurrying from the room, leaving Sotiria alone in her study.

  "You wished to see me? Kyrie." A clean-shaven man in pure white approached Sotiria. His body shimmered slightly as he took a seat on the chair opposite her desk.

  "Have you been informed of the events in Osterholm, Saint Tofos?" Sotiria asked.

  "Of course, the heavens are in an uproar at the moment. More than 50,000 souls have arrived within the past few hours from Osterholm, almost all appearing as though they originate from the 1st century." Tofos informed her.

  Sotiria hummed in response. "Tell me, Saint, what do you think of this... event?"

  "I am obligated to remain impartial and unbiased," Tofos said, folding his hands on his p. "However, it is obvious to me that this is the doing of some foreign cosmic power."

  Sotiria grimaced at that statement. "That was the same conclusion I arrived at."

  "We'll have to do our best to restrain our people from annihiting the other world. Knowing them, they will be out for blood now."

  "I do not intend to do that, Saint."

  Tofos looked at her in confusion. "Then what do you pn to do? Surely you aren't pnning on sitting this out."

  She shook her head. "I pn to make sure whatever is on the other side of that portal is no longer a threat to us. I will not have another Antipalos if I can help it."

  "By—" Tofos stopped himself. "We have no information on what these other powers' motives are—if they do exist. We can simply negotiate with whoever is behind this, and agree to a non-interference policy."

  Sotiria made a sound that sounded like a scoff. "Negotiation? You jest. This is an act of aggression. They attacked without warning."

  "Listen Kyrie, I know you haven't stayed in heaven for long since 1893 but we're straining as it is with the war against Antipalos, keeping watch on the Lunarians, and the popution and death boom."

  Sotiria's lips thinned as she regarded Tofos. “Your concern for heaven's stability is noted, but I will not let another foreign threat compromise our world."

  Tofos opened his mouth to retort but decided against it. Instead, he nodded in a resigned fashion. "I see you have made up your mind and that no amount of convincing will sway you from your course."

  Sotiria inclined her.

  "Very well," he said. "What will you have me do?"

  "Not much, for now. I will handle the immediate response myself."

  "And what of the new souls?"

  "Keep them, until the threat is dealt with, then we can find a way to send them back."

  “As you say.” And he dissipated.

  For Immediate Release

  Office of the Director of Communications

  17 Sithtre 2002

  Statement by Prime Minister Alice Lorenzen of Avanta to the Nation

  8:15 M.M. TST (Therundian Summer Time)

  Good evening, fellow citizens of our great empire.

  Today, our nation faced an unprovoked and unimaginable assault against our values, our people, and our way of life. Thousands of innocent lives have been ended by a wretched evil that sought to strike fear into our hearts and disrupt the peace we hold dear.

  The image of armoured men emerging from the depths of a dark portal and ying waste to our beloved city is one that will be etched in our memories forever. This cowardly act of aggression has intended to frighten us into submission. But they have failed.

  Let it be known: we will not be intimidated. Our resolve is unwavering, and we will rise in unity against this threat. We stand together as a nation, bound by our shared purpose and our commitment to protect one another. We honour the lives lost today, and we will ensure that their sacrifices are not in vain.

  Today, we mobilised our forces to defend our homend. Tomorrow, we will call upon our allies to assist us in confronting this menace. We will seek justice for those who have suffered and bring the perpetrators to account.

  But in the meantime, business will continue as usual. Our economy will not falter, our institutions will not crumble, and our spirit will not be broken. Investigation into this portal and what is beyond it will commence immediately. I and my counterpart in Fellnor have directed all avaible resources into research, intelligence and military preparedness to ensure the safety and security of our citizens.

  I thank the members of Assembly who have rallied in this time of crisis, and on behalf of the citizens of Fellnor-Avanta, I thank the many world leaders who have offered their condolences and support in the wake of this tragic event.

  Tonight, I ask for your prayers for the victims and their families, and for our brave men and women who will step forward to defend our freedoms. Tonight, all citizens of our empire will be united in our resolve for justice and peace. We have stood down worse enemies before. From Nevitt's Gwerinlur to Twadamia, we will do so again as well. This day will remain in our minds. Nevertheless, we will continue to advance in defence of freedom and the principles of goodness and justice in our world.

  Thank you and good night. May our ancestors bless you, and may our ancestors bless the Empire of Fellnor-Avanta.

  END 8:19 M.M. TST

  CN Establishes CNNRFA to Counter Alien Threat Following Portal Incident in Osterholm

  24 Sithtre 2002

  The Concord of Nations (CN) officially established the Concord of Nations Neutralisation and Reconnaissance Force in the Alliplevra (CNNRFA) yesterday. This peacekeeping force was founded under World Assembly Resolution N-8/1 during the Eighth Emergency Special Session, convened in response to the unprecedented attack by alien forces in Osterholm, Fellnor-Avanta, commonly referred to as the Alliplevran.

  The resolution passed with overwhelming support, receiving votes from 144 member countries in favour of the deployment including all of the major world powers. Only 2 countries opposed the measure: Saamarria and Mubbanga, while 28 abstained from voting, and 7 member nations were absent from the session.

  The CNNRFA’s primary objectives are to assist Fellnor-Avanta in its military operations against the Alliplevrans and to help and destroy the threat beyond the portal, which has drawn the attention of various international observers and experts, both scientific, military, and magical alike.

  "The situation in Osterholm has demonstrated the necessity for a united and coordinated response from the global community," stated Secretary-General Leonid Flyorov of the CN in a press conference after the results of the resolution were released (yesterday). "Thousands of men, women and children are dead, and hundreds more are unaccounted for, We must make sure that no such event will ever happen in the future."

  CN member nations are currently volunteering troops and resources for CNNRFA. These forces will consist of military personnel, specialised civilians, policemen, and staff officers; and its operations will be conducted in coordination with local authorities and the Fellnoro-Avantan military.

  Further updates will be provided as the situation evolves.

  Komodo /news/ Board: "The Invasion of Osterholm"

  Anonymous (ID: hE0l47-1) 05/17/02 22:15:57 No.283159499

  Did you guys hear about the attack in Avanta? They said a portal opened up, and suddenly these medieval freaks came pouring out.

  Anonymous (ID: 6r335Fke) 05/17/02 22:16:32 No.337459671

  Yeah, I saw the news. It’s like a bad fantasy novel lmfao.

  What were those losers thinking

  Anonymous (ID: 4jD9nT5e) 05/17/02 22:17:15 No.282493829

  It’s cray. 11 soldiers killed, and who knows how many civilians. hope Lorenzen and Halvorsen wipes the floor with them.

  Anonymous (ID: 7u56kL9d) 05/17/02 22:18:31 No.536497362

  IMHO, we should just send in our jets and wipe them out. If they’re using swords and shields, they have no chance against modern weaponry.

  Anonymous (ID: 4jD9nT5e) 05/17/02 22:18:46 No.282493830

  fuckwad.gif

  lol imagine showing up to a gunfight with a sword

  Anonymous (ID: 6r335Fke) 05/17/02 22:20:15 No.337459672

  >>536497362

  Better yet, just nuke em :)

  Anonymous (ID: q0492rYk) 05/17/02 22:22:39 No.734244625

  Did you see that one clip of a dragon getting bsted by a jet? its been making rounds in Finder chatrooms.

  Anonymous (ID: 4jD9nT5e) 05/17/02 22:24:11 No.345323873

  Dragon go b00m lol. Seriusly though, this is a whole new level of stupid. Wonder who’s in charge on their side.

  Notes:* - Short for ‘will comply’.** - Humans