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bm_2555_east_europe:0 "Fractured Sun"
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bm_2555_east_europe_desc:0 "For the past three centuries, the southeast of Europe has been in a constant state of war courtesy of the Empire of Makedon. Although beaten back by the forces of Nistrenia and Rome, the yoke of Makedon nonetheless stretched from the Alps to the Arabian sands, containing within terrible systems of oppression for its conquered peoples. Everything boiled over merely a generation ago, when the peasantry of Yugoslavia rose up en masse, seeking to end the century-long tyranny of their Greek overlords. As the overextended Empire struggled to quell the uprising, fires of rebellion cascaded into a full-blown collapse, culminating with the total destruction of the imperial capital in Thessaloniki. In the present, 50 years later, a new generation has stepped up to fill the power vacuum left in Makedon's wake.\n\n#bold Will a new empire rise and bring peace to the land, or will the cycle of destruction continue to plague the powderkeg of Europe?#!"
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bm_2555_east_europe_desc:0 "WIP\n\n#bold Also WIP#!"
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bookmark_EE_nistrenia_dragos_ciprian:0 "Ciprian III"
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bookmark_EE_nistrenia_dragos_ciprian_subheading:0 "A House Divided"
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bookmark_EE_nistrenia_dragos_ciprian_desc:0 "Ciprian III is dealt an uneasy hand by the previous emperors of Nistrenia ever since its major decline from a century of war. A man who wears the Imperial Crown only thanks to his grandfather being the Ecumenical Patriarch, he and his father before him have had their legitimacy questioned from the start, as bickering of them being a puppet for the Church circulated. All this has culminated in his current position, as the Ukrainians, rebellious ever since Saint Adriana demolished their fabled Great Ruthenia and forged Nistrenia from its corpse, have risen in rebellion once more in order to finally break free from centuries of Nistrenian control, wanting to rule the wide steppes free and unchained. To the south, the Prince of Wallachia has declared himself the true master of Nistrenia, claiming the throne through past royal lineages. Despite it all, Ciprian III stands in Soroca, determined to hold down Nistrenia at all costs, desperately keeping together an empire on the cliffs of history. \n\n#bold Will Ciprian be named alongside the great Emperors, or will Nistrenia finally break by eating itself alive?#!"
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bookmark_EE_nistrenia_dragos_ciprian_subheading:0 "insert shit here"
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bookmark_EE_nistrenia_dragos_ciprian_desc:0 "insert shit here \n\n#bold insert shit here?#!"
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bookmark_EE_east_thrace_ertugruloglu_batuhan:0 "Batuhan"
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bookmark_EE_east_thrace_ertugruloglu_batuhan_subheading:0 "The Tormented Architect"
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bookmark_EE_east_thrace_ertugruloglu_batuhan_desc:0 "Few rulers can boast to be as beloved by their people as Batuhan the Builder, the beylerbey of Thrace and Istanbul. Blessed with a loving wife and children any man would be proud of, he has presided over a long and prosperous reign in the wake of Macedon's collapse, and to complain would be the height of ingratitude. But as his hair grays and he grows past his prime, one thing nags at Batuhan's mind: his forefathers were the kind of warriors songs are sung about, but does anyone sing songs about three decades of peace? Now, when greedy eyes turn once more to the City of the World's Desire, Batuhan's secret wish may be granted... And he may very well come to rue it. \n\n#bold At the twilight of his life, will Batuhan become the hero of his own song, or will war come to Istanbul's gates once more?#!"
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bookmark_EE_east_thrace_ertugruloglu_batuhan_desc:0 "Few rulers can boast to be as beloved by their people as Batuhan the Builder, the beylerbey of Thrace and Istanbul. Blessed with a loving wife and children any man would be proud of, he has presided over a long and prosperous reign in the wake of Macedon's collapse, and to complain would be the height of ingratitude. But as his hair grays and he grows past his prime, one thing nags at BBatuha's mind: his forefathers were the kind of warriors songs are sung about. But does anyone sing songs about three decades of peace? Now, when greedy eyes turn once more to the City of the World's Desire, Batuhan's secret wish may be granted... And he may very well come to rue it. \n\n#bold At the twilight of his life, will Batuhan become the hero of his own song, or will war come to Istanbul's gates once more?#!"
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bookmark_EE_hungary_volcic_matija:0 "Matija"
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bookmark_EE_hungary_volcic_matija_subheading:0 "Stranger in a Strange Land"
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bookmark_EE_hungary_volcic_matija_subheading:0 "Stranger in a Stange Land"
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bookmark_EE_hungary_volcic_matija_desc:0 "Matija Volčič is a man singularly ill-suited to the title he now holds. He rules a people who share neither his language nor his faith. Indeed, one may wonder how the nephew of the king of Slovenia, who knows more about theology than about governance, came to sit on the throne of Hungary. But that is a question for scholars to discuss. What matters now is that two thirds of the country have rallied against their foreign king and his foreign ways, led by a bastard of the previous Balogh dynasty. Though they may call themselves Catholics, Matija knows them for the heretics they are, and despite all his erudition, his ambition equals his zeal. \n\n#bold Can the Slovene scion triumph over his enemies, or is he destined to be sent scurrying back to whence he came?#!"
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bookmark_EE_veszprem_varjufi_janos:0 "János"
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bookmark_EE_podrinje_jovanovic_mirsad:0 "Mirsad"
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bookmark_EE_podrinje_jovanovic_mirsad_subheading:0 "Son of the Liberator"
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bookmark_EE_podrinje_jovanovic_mirsad_desc:0 "The Duchy of Podrinje was granted to one Milunka Jovanović, nicknamed 'the Liberator' for her leadership during the Yugoslav Rebellion. Along with the other newly proclaimed rulers of the lands of the South Slavs, she founded and led the Yugoslav Federation for the remainder of her life. The Federation was short-lived, however, as with Milunka's passing, a new leader could not be elected, and its member states all went their separate ways. The torch of rulership passed to Mirsad, her only son, now surrounded by bitter remnants and former allies. \n\n#Can Mirsad lead the Yugoslav peoples to a golden age, or will the fires of liberation be extinguished once more?#!"
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bookmark_EE_podrinje_jovanovic_mirsad_subheading:0 "insert shit here"
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bookmark_EE_podrinje_jovanovic_mirsad_desc:0 "insert shit here \n\n#bold insert shit here?#!"
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bookmark_EE_kynouria_mavromichalis_michalis:0 "Michális"
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bookmark_EE_kynouria_mavromichalis_michalis_subheading:0 "Lord of the Sea"
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bookmark_EE_kynouria_mavromichalis_michalis_desc:0 "Once a lieutenant in the grand Makedonian army, Michális welcomed its collapse with open arms. Driven by adventure and greed, he wasted no time gathering supporters in order to carve out his own clique in the far south of Greece, becoming one of the first warlords to weather the Empire's collapse. Since then, Michális and his supporters have turned to raiding and conquest, earning him a reputation as a scourge of the Mediterranean, all while his coffers flooded with untold riches, and his bedchambers flooded with dames from all across the region. However, as he grows older and his scars amass, he realises that all he may end up leaving behind is chaos and destruction.\n\n#Will Michális go down in history as a raider and womaniser, or is his lineage destined for something more?#!"
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bookmark_EE_attica_olympios_amerikos:0 "Amérikos"
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bookmark_EE_attica_olympios_amerikos_subheading:0 "Emperor of Ash"
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bookmark_EE_attica_olympios_amerikos_desc:0 "Once upon a time, Amérikos was next in line to inherit the Makedonian throne and lead his people to greatness. In the end, all he inherited were ashes, as the fires of liberation engulfed all he held dear. Now, most of his family is dead, his birthplace is a smouldering ruin, and he stands alone, surrounded by barbarians and traitors. A decrepit old man, Amérikos has come to peace with the fact he stands no chance at restoring the empire in the little time he has left, but he takes solace in the new generation that stands before him.\n\n#bold Are his twilight years enough time to secure a legacy, or will Amérikos be forgotten in the footnotes of history?#!"
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bookmark_EE_banat_serban_petru:0 "Petru"
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bookmark_EE_banat_serban_petru_subheading:0 "insert shit here"
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bookmark_EE_banat_serban_petru_desc:0 "insert shit here \n\n#bold insert shit here?#!"
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