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[Krakke]

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Earth had changed.
Not so much of a change like one would suspect, no great dictators died as children, no commanders failed to receive orders on time. No biblical floods, no great exterminations in the eyes of dark gods.
Instead, one style of machinery trumped another. Steam power pushed back the less-popular gas and diesel, biological advancements were made generations before their time, and countries surrounded themselves with the pollution of Industry. Alliances were formed, Pacts made, and Empires rose.
Time had changed.
No more were the great empire of Germany, the Republic once known as America crumbled, and the divided lands of South Africa united under one banner. Everywhere, nations and empires replaced their parents, situating themselves wherever they could gain control of the resources they needed, scrambling over each other in a mad dash to gain as much resources as possible...

Resources needed for war.



1915
War was coming.
The High Commissar knew that as much as anybody. His Empire couldn't be caught with its pants down when the inevitable first shot arrived, he had made sure of that. For the last ten years, Krakke had been slowly expanding, stripping the earth of resources, draining the lakes for a source of steam, and polluting the air with the fog of industry.
Krakke's soldiers were drilled and ready, their feet marching to the beat of a single heart; the sheer will of the nation itself made manifest in the barrels of their weapons.
They, and their fellow allies under the Central Pact, were awaiting the call to arms, the call to war.
Krakke was ready.

[Benutanairan]

Dragonia,known as the Empire of the sun was founded by the exiled population of what was once holland in the very beginning of the 1600's. Upon their founding the exiled king died and his son proclaimed himself Emperor. The following years were that of war with the Zulus. Who called the fierce soldiers dragons upon remarking the fiery blast of cannon balls. After the zulus gave in, the dutch soldiers united the nobles under the Dragon flag and called their Empire Dragonia. Over the decades inventor after inventor created new inventions to help expand the empire, then benefit dragonia. The beheading of Frances king sent shock waves throughout frances nobility. They would flee to Dragonia to enjoy a warmer climate and watched as the republic fell. Loyalist who were forced to flee America came to Dragonia rather than live in an unaccepting society. Decade's later as the south lay ruins, plantation owners and despairing southerners would come to Dragonia in boatloads. As the mughal empire fell Dragonians rushed to the aid of their greatest ally, instead they ended up with a giant colony to manage. Instead of discriminating against them the Dragonians welcomed them as family. As the industrial revolution hit the world, mass factories and farms were built this influenced a Dragonian renaissance of science, art, and culture. Constant uprisings from zulus and other tribes caused the Emperors of the past to adopt a unique form of apartheidic slavery meanwhile social darwinism encouraged the creation of a stratified caste system.

While most nations had joined alliances most were focusing on a nation that may prove to start a grand scale war. In 1915 all eyes of the world are on Imperial China, a nation wracked by ignorance, peasantry, and rebellions. All it takes is one spark to light the fire that could consume the world.

[Alimeria II]

When Russia fell, the Grand Duchy of Finland was already planning a Revolt, so they were quick to build their own country. Citizens from the former US state, Montana, immigrated to it and gave the government the state. Citizens from Britain then came to it's borders. The Finnish people then got rid of their Russian Mosin-Nagants for the British Lee-Enfield and American Winchester Repeaters. Russian Revolvers were replaced by the Technologically-superior Webley-Fosbery Automatic Revolver. American Shotguns were added to the Arsenal of weapons. One of the last changes Finland made was changing it's name to Alimeria.
Now Alimeria was in the Grand Alliance. Waiting for the spark to come when it could send it's trained soldiers to defeat the Central Pact, and they knew it wouldn't be too long.

[The Corona]

The Holy Coronian Empire was formed from the conquest and unification of the Balkans after the Empire controlling the Balkans suffered a fatal blow by the Coronian, then Serbian, Black Hand. Nowadays the Black Hand had evolved into the much less stealthy Divine Hall. Regardless of that, the Holy Coronian Empire, or HCE, developed a bit different than the world, yet the same. Its Navy had essentially developed the same, as it was in fact simply what they took from their conquered areas. The Coronian Air Force was almost nonexistence, composed of a few biplanes also take from their conquered areas. The Coronian Grand Army was the real military. It had developed steam-powered flame tanks, termed Smokers, reasoning that if they were going to make smoke why not make steam too. They had also created many more conventional Diesel-powered tanks, ranging from the puny T2 Light Tanks, to the well-rounded T1 Medium Tank, to the absolutely massive T6 Heavy Tank. However, these tanks were still being perfected for the soon-to-begin war they had anticipated for a while. After all, what better chance would come to prove the superiority of the South Slavs and Coronaism than a truly massive war won by the HCE?

Regardless, it finally seemed that the war would begin. Perhaps now the filthy inferior races can be exterminated through the purifying flames of Corona.
However, it had still not been decided which inferior to assist. For now, they would wait until other Slavic nations chose their side to commit to an alliance.

[Glaswegistan]

The Mad Tsar Artyom Volkov looks out upon the world, he sees kingdoms and duchies on the brink of war, he sees colonies risen against their masters, he sees masters living in hovels in their own colonies, he sees fools and vagabonds drinking and merrymaking in the once-great halls of European Kings, the common, unwashed masses running entire nations and the entire world seems poised to fall into chaos.

The Mad Tsar looks out upon the world, and he is not best pleased.

Russia is long gone, but the Russian people endure, and in great numbers in their new haven; Baikal. Millions of people, descended from Russian immigrants and refugees alike, crowd in the cities of Vladivostok, Magadan, Irkutsk and Tynda, fearful of the world, their will personified in the Tsar, or so the Church and the fliers, the speakers on soapboxes with bags of silver in their pockets and foam in their mouths.

The Mad Tsar looks back upon Baikal and sees Russia, he sees order, he sees the salvation of the Old World, the old ways; he sees a shining beacon of obedience to ones Tsar, a home for the nobility, the arts and those willing to live under the rule of their superiors. The Mad Tsar looks upon Baikal and sees something else as well;

From his Palace in Vladivostok, Tsar Artyom Volkov III looks out upon a vast army of men and machines alike. The 1st Vladivostok Infantry regiment stand at the front, behind them the 2nd, the 3rd, and then dozens of other regiments extending for miles. Land Battleships, the size of buildings, some more reasonably sized, others less so, sit silently between the rows of infantry in their own single file, the truly gargantuan tanks have crewmen standing atop the hull. Chesy-Kazaks, automatons the size of two men and with the fighting power of many, stand to attention in their own gleaming platoons of copper-coloured armour, gleaming in the sunlight as the winter clouds momentarily part. All men, and all machines, kneel in reverence as their Tsar; the agent of God on Earth in their eyes, stands before them atop the balcony. A mile away from the palace, the Navy has dozens of ships waiting in harbour; dreadnaughts, battlecruisers and aircraft carriers sit silent as their sailors take a moment to join their distant army brothers in glorifying the Tsar. Airships of all sizes sail overhead, their crews similarly giving respect to the Tsar.

He looks out on something more than a Baikal fit to assume the mantle of Russia; The Mad Tsar looks out upon a Russia ready to meet the threats the mad world has to throw at it.

Whatever they may be.

[Benutanairan]

Canton, Imperial China
It was a humid day in the city of Canton a vast import city connected to vital trade all over the world. Many people lusted for a piece of the gargantuan country. Only a few years ago a failed republican coup had taken place. Most of the leaders were executed for treason. Many people however were interested in the mineral deposits of the southwest. Bureaucrats in India drooled at the opportunity to get a slice of the action. In europe there were talks of a scramble for resources. All eyes looked to china, who had as of yet to make a big use of it resources. In the Forbidden city rumors of dissenting nobility, rebellions by the peasantry, and a possible coup were hushed up by government authorities. One attempt to get China to open up involved the use of opium a highly addictive drug. Another attempt was to create a secret society of peasants and kidnap the empress. In the 1840s a few cities mainly Shanghai, Hong Kong, Macau, and Canton opened to foreigner visitation and trade. Unfortunately for the Dragon of asia many of its own military and nobles were betraying their nation to others for wealth and power.

[Jaggerlonia]

Unable to repair the social and economic damage Napoleon inflicted onto the Holy Roman Empire, The German countries that made up the HRE collapsed and fought each other in a bloody civil war. Death endured and for much of the 1700's and the early 1800's the German lands lay in utter ruin. However when Wilhem von Habsburg, an exiled member of the Austrian Royal family, came to the Prussian city of Konigberg he stood on top of the cities iconic castle and viewed the ruins that were thr Holy Roman Empire.

He had heard the tales of great German cities that just sat in utter chaos and rotted away by the passages of time, he could not bear this and after earning the support of the Prussian Balts he went forth to claim Germany. His grand army conqured city after city from Berlin to Hamburg he united the shattered German people and gave them hope. However without having a centralised government the Fifedoms, Republics and Kingdoms of Germania refused to unite under Wilhems power, so he decided to restablish the old system of the Holy Roman Empire.

Elective Monarchy was propesed and wildly accepted by the various nations of Germany, this not only allowed them to retain their nations but allowed them to posses a Centralised government that they could elect into power and from that day forward the Konigsberg Confederation stood in the Empires place. Wilhems belief that Steam and Clockwork based technology was a key component to rebuilding the Confederation and as such demanded such technologies to be looked into, the result? powerful weapons, devices and vehicles all based off Clockwork and Steam engineering.

The ability to use reanimated soldiers (Called the Kaiser's Zombie Horde in the West) was perfected, Massive Steam Powered Jet Zeppilins flew gracefully across the skies, Soldiers wearing heavy steel plated power amour struck fear into the enemies hearts and many more wonders that the age of Steam and Clockwork brought. However as coal resource began running dry in Bavaria and Saxony, The Confederation was worried as more than 93% of their nation relied on Coal. So in the year 1915 of our Lord, like the rest of Europa, the Confederation turned East and began its colonization plans. Soon Central Asial will fall and if anyone gets in the way of the Kaiser or the Confederation...they will pay dearly.

[Jaggerlonia]

Canton, Imperial China
It was a humid day in the city of Canton a vast import city connected to vital trade all over the world. Many people lusted for a piece of the gargantuan country. Only a few years ago a failed republican coup had taken place. Most of the leaders were executed for treason. Many people however were interested in the mineral deposits of the southwest. Bureaucrats in India drooled at the opportunity to get a slice of the action. In europe there were talks of a scramble for resources. All eyes looked to china, who had as of yet to make a big use of it resources. In the Forbidden city rumors of dissenting nobility, rebellions by the peasantry, and a possible coup were hushed up by government authorities. One attempt to get China to open up involved the use of opium a highly addictive drug. Another attempt was to create a secret society of peasants and kidnap the empress. In the 1840s a few cities mainly Shanghai, Hong Kong, Macau, and Canton opened to foreigner visitation and trade. Unfortunately for the Dragon of asia many of its own military and nobles were betraying their nation to others for wealth and power.

The Confederation had its eyes set on Central Asia, however when news of social unrest in China reached the Reichstag the council saw its oppotunity. Controling an East Asian port would surley boost trade but if the Confederation were to be more "Generous" when dealing with the Chinese then maybe the Sino Government would allow coal mining on the Chinese mainland. However the Kaiser and the rest of the government knew that the nations of Europa would act fast and dispel any attempts the Confederation had.

So like Europa, the Confederation will strike quickly and claim the ports of Taipei, while "Catering" to the Chinese. If this goes well not only will coal mining and trade in the South East boost the Confederation's economy and energy consumption but it would also show that the Holy Roman Empire's Succesor is more than capable in handling its own affairs.

[The Fictish Interventional Army]

Manhattan, Romericate

Connor Reeds walked out onto the balcony of the newly "refurbished" White House and gazed upon the towering skyscrapers of Manhattan. The buildings seemed to literally scrape the sky, shooting past the Empire State Building and blocking the distant sunrise. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, straightening his tie. He listened to the calming hum of the early morning commute. It was a cool morning in the spring, and a new day in the Grand Democracy of the Romericate.

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[Fen Tris]

Paris, the Third Gallian Republic, 1876

The flames of Paris illuminated the skyline as the horde of Royal forces drove deeper and deeper into the city. Blue cladded infantry streamed passed the burning buildings as they punched through successive Gallian defenses. The fate of the Republic was sealed. The provinces of North have fallen. The East has capitulated. The West and South have long caved in. There would be no more reinforcements.

As columns of troops marched pass the shell shocked citizens of the city, some wondered as to how this could have happened. One province, just one province had made the Republic kneel where Empires had strived with no success. That one tiny island had once again proved just how potent their people were. The Monarchists, whom must have planned this for ages were finally reaping the fruit of their labor and patience. From the death thrones of one nation, a new one shall be birthed.

The massive bulks of the Areal Armada circled the city like vultures shelling the enemy fortifications into dust. As the finial strongholds of the Republic crumbled, the morale of the defenders evaporated and they threw down their rifles. The Fourth Gallian Revolution was over. The Royals have won. The Third Republic was no more.

As somke licked the rising sun, dawn revealed the events of the past night. The Primer and the remaining leaders Republic hanged from Arc de Triomphe. Draped over their limp and dead bodies was the red white and blue flag of the Kingdom. March 19, 1876 marked the disillusion of the last of the Gallian Republics and the rise of the Kingdom of Castelia, the inheritor of the Gallian State.

[Tuthina]

Since the fall of the old powers, many new powers had risen from the ashes of old civilisations with the help of various new technologies that were almost magical to people from merely generations before. However, among the monarchies and empires that succeed the ancient regimes, republicanism survived in this world, and managed to cling in several corners of this new world order. Among them was the Commonwealth of Aurelia, of which it employed some of the stranger technological marvels.

Originally born from several principalities around the Black Sea, these small countries were ravaged by the collapse of old orders and the chaos that ensured. However, when they were on the blink of being consumed by empires and bandits, a sudden miracle saved them, as numerous abominations that barely resembles human or other animals poured from the barely-populated mountains and forests and quickly sweep through the fighting forces without remorse, turning many of them into similar biological automata and fight for an unknown cause for its newly-gained subordinates.

It took less than a year for such force to unite the warring coast of Black Sea under the banner of Aurelia – apparently a translation of their strange tongue. At the top of the new-found commonwealth was the mysterious, supposedly feminine entity only known as the Sovereign. Few had claimed to see, heard, or meet her, and none could offer any evidence beyond some conflicting sketches. This was only possible thank to the assembly under her authority, which was composed of some dozen individuals that were elected by its population. Despite resembling the democracies in the old order, only few could have the privilege of being elected a member of the governing body, thus the Commonwealth was effectively under the control of local lords, of which the enormous meat golems and war creatures controlled the land and prevent any potential threats from both outside and inside the border.

However, it was mostly considered a blessing for the population, as the marvels brought by the Sovereign proved to be very useful, and had made Aurelia one of the great powers amongst the chaos, and a symbol of their independence. Apart from ancient cities that maintained more or less the same, most of the land in Aurelia and where its tentacles spread, a strange murky carpet known as biofilm covered most of the landmass, turning them into a wasteland not unlike what the industrial countries created. Lives of all kind was consumed by these structures, and manufactured into various living automations whose only purpose of existence was to serve the humans who was the supposed master of the commonwealth.

As the biofilm spread across the wild, strange living buildings emerged from the living carpet, as all life was turned, twisted, and shaped under the will of the landlords and, by extension, the Sovereign. When these automata were made, they were sent – or walked – to their posts. These living machines served various fundamental posts of Aurelian society, from pleasure dolls, slaves, soldiers, to gigantic war machines that resembled beasts from horror stories, as well as beasts of burdens that replaced steam engines in most other parts of the world. Living in such strange but somewhat comfortable environment, most humans did not even need to work. All the Sovereign ask was their unquestioned loyalty, and the ability to turn a deaf ear to some unpleasant events, and they would not need to worry about eating, as delicacies would be fed to them automatically. Even when the abominations of the commonwealth moved and slithered towards the border, few in Aurelia knew it, and even fewer cared.

[Gwentia]

Gwentia, the Misty Isles.

Ancient and proud, formed in the wake of the Commonwealth of England's collapse following Oliver Cromwell's death when a man only known to history as the Bandit King managed to raise an army and seized power. In charge of a broken country, dry coffers and dozens of veteran soldiers under his control the Bandit King decided to offer his army to those on the Continent as sellswords and started Gwentia's mercenary tradition that has endured to this day. Gwentia soon grew rich from the wars raged by the European powers and spent its fortunes on improving the newly born kingdom and on equipping its soldiers with the most finely crafted weapons it could. In time Gwentian mercenaries acquired a reputation for being the finest soldiers that money could buy, thus the gold rolled in.

With the rise of steam power the Gwentians adopted and added to their arsenal, creating first the Guild of Steamfitters and its own technology called Mechanika in the process. The early 1800s saw the first walking construct known as a steamjack have its boiler lit and take its first few steps, controlled by a device called a cortex that contained refined energies to simulate a sentient mind these constructs helped bring mechanisation to Gwentia. Before long purpose built constructs called warjacks were deployed with Gwentian mercenaries, followed some time later by persons called Warcasters. These masters of the warjacks are Gwentia's most prized assets, though very little is known of them. It is known that people identified as having whats called the 'Spark' are recruited and trained as warcasters, they seem to have some sort of link with the warjack's mind and display some abilities that some would regard as magic lending to these people simply being dubbed 'Human Artillery'. Their origins remind both a mystery and a very closely guarded Gwentian state secret, thus far attempts to copy them have been less than successful and many are convinced that the warcasters' abilities must be a trick of Gwentian technology.

Regardless Gwentia's mercenary reputation endures and the kingdom makes a king's fortune on hiring out a warcaster and their battlegroup of warjacks.

~ ~ ~

Caledonian Highlands, Gwentia

It was cold, damp and there was a drizzle in the air.

In the tent the mechanics clustered round a stove for warmth as they waited to be called forth to tend to the 12 foot high and 8 ton construct that waited impatiently. Major Boris McKay, a Gwentian warcaster and the construct's master, sighed as he sensed the displeasure of the Mule class heavy warjack. He knew the source of the construct's frustration, the much more newer Hunter class light warjack of a female journeyman warcaster called Kaya Waddock who Boris had recently became the mentor of. The Hunter was a much more smaller and more nimble warjack than the Mule, being designed as an agile machine able to traverse most terrain with ease and armed with a precision-made high velocity long arm cannon that fired alchemically hardened steel-alloy ammunition that can punch through the thickest armour. It was developed by the Guild of Steamfitters in direct response to the machines built by other countries. Boris' Mule on the other was a far older model, built many decades ago with a steam-pressure based cannon that fired explosive shells with an almost silent report.

The Mule had fought him when he was first given it, a foul tempered beast of war that had already served under a succession of masters before Boris had even started his training. Over the space of many years and through countless battles it had grown to begrudgingly accept Boris as its master, though there were times like today when it was stubborn as its namesake. As it watched the Hunter being put through its passes the Mule's cannon followed it, Boris noted the value had been switched to direct steam into the cannon for extra pressure and he had to fight a battle of wills simply to force the construct to back down. He could almost sense envy in the construct's mind at its smaller cousin, though Boris was distracted by the arrival of a courier on horse back who dismounted and saluted. "Sir, orders from Northern Command."

"At ease lad." Boris nodded as he took the offered telegram and read it. "Hm, they're moving me south?"

"Yes sir, along with your journeyman sir."

"Wot? She's still wet behind the ears!" Boris cried. "She ain't ready fer no battle!"

"General Duggan's orders sir." Replied the courier, though before Boris could make a response the pair of them were distracted by Kaya suddenly crying out in despair. The Mule had taken on a more relaxed posture and Boris could sense amusement from the construct's mind, though its cannon hadn't been discharged. Puzzled, Boris called out, "Wot's bloody happened lass?!"

"Me 'jack!" Cried Kaya. "Tis fallen down a sodding ditch!"

Ah, that explains why the Mule's so bloomin' happy. Boris thought to himself before barking orders to the mechanics.

[Benutanairan]

Delhervis, Mughalia{Delhi}
The governor-general was in the Mughal palace, which serves now as the command center for all of Mughalia. While the humid afternoon rages on, the factories continue pumping out robotic soldiers. Mughalia scientists suggested making robotic elephants in case of war, as a surprise to the european bastards Mughalians hated so much. Many indians now referred to Dragonians as africans because of their zulu like warrior culture and the dark skin tone many Dragonians have. There were rumors of war in europe and asia, many Mughalian felt uncomfortable about the rumors prefering life under them than the many so called indian seperationists. This caused many Mughalians to enlist in the military. Including a prominent noble by the name of Gandhi.

[Krakke]

OOC: Krakke has its own language, but for ease of reading it will be represented as German when needed.

New Krakkopolis, Central Krakke, 8:56 AM Central Krakkian Time.

Oberkommandant Rizek stood outside the office of the High Commissar, and straightened his tie.
Raising a shaking hand up to comb his hair down to look somewhat presentable, he took a deep breath and pressed the request entry button against the gigantic black marble door separating himself from the office.
The light above him bathed Rizek in a green miasma as enormous gears opened the five-ton door, revealing the heart of Krakke.
Rizek entered, saluting the High Commissar and setting down a large folder down on the leaders desk.
The High Commissar, Leader of Krakke, Commander of the Nationalists, Grand Mastermind of the Empire, and Supreme Autocrat looked up at the Oberkommandant. His expensive black marble desk was, as the rest of his office, engraved with the triangle-symbol of Krakke in the center. Behind it was a colossal marble eagle, its talons holding the flag of Krakke so that the State symbol draped behind the Leader of Krakke.
"Hello Rizek."
"Hallo, Mein Kommissar. These are the troop reports you requested. As you wanted, Wave eins is moving south to the border of Aurelia as we speak. Wave zwei is mobilizing to follow."
The High Commissar smiled.
"Excellent. Soon the Black Sea will be ours, and we will be able to enjoy the trade routes that almost every other country has. For too long has our nation had to make due with expensive tithes and meager exports. This is a momentous occasion."
Rezik wanted to yell, scream directly in his leaders face the truth of the matter. That Krakke stayed landlocked due to the ridiculous amounts taken to ensure that no one left the border, that he was sending hundreds of thousands of men to their deaths for just a few kilometers of land that could have been theirs years ago by right of trade than by war.
But to explain these truths to the High Commissar would be tantamount to a firing squad, if he was lucky. If not, his immediate family would be the ones picked for execution, and Rezik would be stripped of rank and forced to work as one of the Work-slaves instead.
"Truly momentous, sir."
The High Commissar smiled, and opened the folder. Leafing through a few pages, he excused the Oberkommandant.

[Benutanairan]

Zulu Reservation District 12, Oranje state
The district manager for Zulu Reservation District 12 was a tall muscular man having fought in the 3rd Zulu War of 1907, he gained a deep respect for the zulu tribes and their warlike ferocity. He was called by the zulu Great Chief patton. An american expatriate from when he was just a boy. He earned his citizenship and the noble title Baron by enlisting in the Dragonian military. He was barely old enough to enlist when the zulu started rebelling. His actions at Bronkhorstspruit helped turn the tide in 1910. Nearly gaining a discharge for the brutal murder of the Zulu king, he earned a medal instead. By that time the mass of zulu prisoners were sent to 12 distince homelands for temporary management. Instead Patton became permanent district manager of RD12 by putting the zulu to work. In 1912 the ZHA (Zulu Homeland Act) made RD12 and the others permanent. The Bantu and other african tribes were put in assigned homelands or forced to work for the aristocracy as slaves. Most africans were spared and instead forced to work in factories.

Unfortunately peace in this tence world would not last as conflict over the black sea soon would arise.

[Alimeria II]

Helsinki, Alimeria
Ahti Susi was known for never smiling, and for wearing his sleepwear on most days. Today was one of those days, his handlebar mustache seemed out of place by being the only thing that had been bothered with. His straw colored hair was messy from sleep, and his eyes were drooping. Overall, he was a tired wreck.
Armo Kalashnikov was the exact opposite, his black hair was combed and he wore a black suit. He carried a leather gun-sheath containing what could be the Alimerian's future. He knocked on the pine door of Ahti's Chamber. Without waiting he entered the door.
“So you the gun-designer?” Ahti said after saluting.
“Yes, sir.” Armo said saluting back. He set the sheath on the pine table and took out the gun. “This is the gun that worked better then the Enfield, and the rest of the designers. I crossed a Enfield with a Mosin and this rifle is the result. It can fire ten rounds without reloading, it's accurate, and you can quickly load a round.”
“But is it what we need? I'll give you a week to make any last minute changes, and then we shall see what my top generals say about it.” Armo saluted Ahti, picked up the gun, and left.

[Tuthina]

Krakke-Aurelia Border, Mykolaiv on Dniester

Since the ancient time of great empires, the port of Mykolaiv, sitting at the mouth of Dnister River, had been one of the most important port and shipyard of Black Sea, and it remained so through the chaos that plagued the entire world, and remained an important shipyard in the now Aurelia-controlled Black Sea. The old city itself was walled from the outside world by walls of bricks, steel, and biofilm alike. Beyond the border sat the purple plague that the commonwealth spread throughout its territory to harvest every last inch of biomass and shape them according to their will. Every second, some new kind of abominations, from those who were effectively pleasure dolls made to satisfy its hedonistic population, to war creatures that had the size and endurance of tanks and automata soldiers. Today, there was no difference, as its population got drunk in the delicacies and pleasure that the biofilm produced and provided, while flesh golems and war creatures alike marched and slithered towards the close border with Krakke. It had been a long time since Aurelia captured this city and depraved Krakke of the ocean and, by extension international trade with a reasonable price. It was about time they took it back, or at least tried to.

At the border between the two countries, it was a no man’s land. At one side it was barrens covered with trenches, machine gun nests, and other defence structures and garrisons that prevented the creep from spreading into their border. At the other side, the purple biofilm continued to milk the land of its life, turning it into an alien landscape. No more was the green grass, as the purple plague melted it into some kind of mucus and pumped away; no more were the tall trees that surrounded the Black Sea, as towers of flesh loomed over the landscape, pumping out critters that barely resembled life, but more like a mockery of it. Even the clean water of Dnister got twisted and turned into a murky green tint as it flowed into Aurelian territory.

It was obvious that Aurelia was aware of the incoming Krakke forces. That, or Aurelia was always ready for fight. War creatures that resembled a mix of bear and elephant walked around the meat towers by the border, while line and lines of humanoid “soldiers” could be seen lurking inside caves that were below the biofilm. Despite having a human – mostly female – appearance and features, their arms were twisted into long blades made of metal and bones, while lumps of fleshes on their bodies expanded and contracted like they were breathing or pumping some kind of fluid inside. It was said that these “humans” had surprisingly good fighting capacity despite being mostly naked, and without any kind of firearms. However, no one had tried that for a long time.

[The Fictish Interventional Army]

Bar Harbour, New Maine, Romericate

Petty Officer Keatings looked upon the massive Romerican fleet. Huge diesel aircraft carriers graced the waves of water and battleships. A distant soldier blew a large trumpet-like instrument, and the battleships raised their cannons.

"C R A C K, C R A C K, C R A C K"

The ear shattering, Earth-shaking noise of mere blanks being fired from the huge battleships could be heard from miles away. The shockwaves and heat from the cannons split apart the thick clouds over the high noon sky.

[Krakke]

Krakkian-Aurelian Border, South Krakke, 10:02 AM Central Krakkian Time

Kapitän Georgi Rivitz looked out over the trenches, and stared at the daemonic anarchie that laid on the other side of the border. Vibrant hues, such that Rivitz had not seen in years, shimmered like a heat-haze, an orgy of colors that made the Offiziers head hurt.
Turning back toward his command, Georgi looked out over the company of men under his command. The 77th Division was a fragment of its former self, its once hundreds-strong numbers diminished almost entirely.
Forty-five conscripts, divided into groups of nine, were lining the trenches at regular intervals. A single Nationalist was assigned to each group, their black leather uniforms and insectlike gasmaske contrasting to the grey cloth of the Conscripts, and the pale faces of men who should by all means still be boys.
Rivitz picked up his amplifier, a simple cone of manufactured steel, and held it to his face. Taking a deep breath, the Kapitän spoke, his voice carrying down the line and gaining the attention of the conscripts.
The Nationalists didn't even look.
"My Comrades:
Today, we are ordered to force back an entity that is a direct affront to Gott himself.
Long ago, the demented servants of dark gods took the port city of Mykolaiv, depriving us of any sea trade or expansion. Long ago, our ancestors fought and lost to keep Mykolaiv from the impure and monströs hands of Aurelia, and died valiantly in its defense.
They died, side by side, trying to force back a tide of things that no mere man could hope to win against. They died, not in vain, but in triumph, for they dammed the flood that, if left unimpeded, would have overran the fledgling nation that now musters to retake what is rightfully theirs.
Today, Comrades, we avenge our ancestors. Today, we drive back these biological Teufels back to the hell that they were spawned.Today, we retake Mykolaiv! For Krakke, für den Kommissar!

A cheer went up, the men of the 77th shouting cries of "For Krakke," and "For the Commissar".
Rivitz smiled, noting the shadow of the Luftkreig Dirigible battalions slowly and majestically exiting the clouds. It would not be much longer, Rivitz was sure of that.

[Benutanairan]

Johannes City (Imperial Capital), Dragonia
It was a beautiful day in the Imperial city, however the mood seemed somber once news of war reached Dragonia. The War council and the Fuhrer had just gotten out of meeting concerning potential conflict at the Black sea. Many Dragonians including the Emperor were worried about the situation in europe. Albeit the only interest they had was in its fellow members of its alliances. There were some radicals clamoring that Holland be taken by force. Only to be hushed out by the Aristocrats. While Dragonia was of european descent it had no interest in regaining holland when it lost it during the 1600's. However Dragonian spies also reported from China about an increased influx of arms to certain nobles and peasants including the desertion of many military commanders and their units.

[Greater Canadian Dominions]

C-ZA 319 York Over the City of Tornto
The Massive Zepplin York passed silently through the skys over the sprawling metropolis of Tornto. Supreme Chancellor Spencer J. Hale sat in plush wingback chair he is looking out the long glass windows of the Lounge. He was a tall thin man and perched on his long nose is a pair of pince-nez glasses 'there is a world wide war looming and I can only keep this Nation out it and I hope the that we will not have to become involed' Thought Mister Hale.
"Chancellor we will docking shortly" spoke a Steward
"Thank you, and I would like a Whisky, Royal Club preferably please" spoke Hale
"Yes, right away sir" spoke the Steward

A minute the steward returned the with the drink on the sliver tray "Here you are sir" said the Steward handing the drink to Hale. Hale replied with a quick "Thank you" and returned to looking out the window he swirled the contence of the leaded Crystal drinking glass and took a sip of the strong liqour.

[Jaggerlonia]

Confederation Reichstag ,City of Konigsberg

The Kaiser paced backwards and forwards impatiently as he waited for the Geologist to enter the Kaiser's office.
Suddenly a large klunk was heard at the door as a short black haired man walked in, holding with him a briefcase and charts.
"It has been confirmed mein Kaiser." said the man to to Kaiser von Hapsburg, the Kaiser gleefully smiled as he heard this news. "So its true" said the Kaiser, "Bohemia and the rest of the Czech lands have coal...." This was fantstic news as European colonisation in Asia had casued massive delays in any Confederative Colonisation. But now that coal was discovered in the lands of the Czech's there was no need to control any ports in South East Asia and progress in the Caspian would continue unharmed.

"Fuel up the Zepplins and ready the troops" the Kaiser said in a sinister voice, "Soon our coal problems will all be dealt with" he continued. "But what of the Enemy Alliances? Won't they protest an invasion of Bohemia?" the short man said. "All in good time" spoke the Kaiser softly, "All in good time..."

[Boriem]

A Note on the Language of the Ironfist Republics:

Excerpted from the book House of the Language by Gregory d'Jaten:

The language of the IR(As it will be referred to henceforth.) has no definitive spelling, or pronunciation of words.

This is due to the fact that the language is derived from the limited vocal system of Bio-Computers, the available sounds are: 'G', 'Rj', 'Ur', 'EE', 'T', 'Sjh', 'A', 'Te', and 'Ny'.

The thing that is so corrupt about the language is, it forces people who can actually speak properly to use a strangled goat of a language. But some have rebelled against this corruptness, and so, in three of the forty-five Republics, those of Rjate Colony, Ganyee Republic and the Incorporated Village of Eetetnyurj, all of which have adopted Fusionsprech, which uses sounds available at the edge of both vocal ranges, their letters are: 'Kh', 'L', 'Dg', 'Rj', 'V', 'J', 'O', 'OO', 'EE', 'N', 'M', 'Ny', 'Z' and 'Rh'.

Their adoption of this is of wide amusement, being that the House of Iron took away their right to have a representative within itself, due to the fact that no one could understand their new language. And so, the League of Three was born to unite the three Republics, which were always the most disapproving of the Totalitarian regime. And so, the group was to remain undercover most likely forever, or until enough people could rebel, and win, even only slightly.

(OOC: This book will probably be making an appearance every time I'm not quite sure what to post, and possibly some other books as well.)

[Tuthina]

Krakke-Aurelia Border, Mykolaiv on Dniester

As the Krakke soldiers cried and moved towards the creep that marked the border of Aurelia, the humanoid warriors noticed them and raised their heads. Surprisingly, their face were of quite decent female, but twisted into an expression of anger, as they cried in an inhumanly high pitch, shocking many who were not protected and weak-minded. For them, it was like the cries from demons in the eternal torments of hell, and the hellish landscape certainly did not help. After the cry was over, the humanoids charged towards the 77th division in lightning speed, while raising their sharpened arms and tried to tear through their fleshes. The lumps on their body leaped quickly, and dark blood could be seen spilling onto the ground and towards the Krakke soldiers. Would the claws of them torn through the armour and the flesh, leaving them one of the pieces of flesh lying on the creep? Or would they forcefully convert them into the same abominations that were charging towards them? It was the time to find out.

At the same time, as the Krakke dirigibles entered the scene, the meat towers seemed to react to them as well, as they pointed towards them. Before anyone realise what was going on, balls of purple mucus were shot into the air by them, and towards the dirigible. Surprisingly, such abominations were capable of reaching cloud height before dispersing into a mist of purple fleshes. Once they had landed on the dirigible that failed to avoid the mist, it quickly grinded into the propellers of them, corrupting and converting anything they touched – including, and especially humans and animals – into a mesh of biofilm not unlike them. At the same time, the creep itself seemed to start beating as the combat initiated. The “wave” soon diverged into several lines of waves, each pointing towards different direction – including Mykolaiv. If the few reports about Aurelia were true, then a lot more abominations would come for their blood and soul.

[Jaggerlonia]

City of Otsmarch, Caspian Lowlands

As the Confederation of prepared itself for the invasion of Bohemia, across Eurasia the Confederations colonies that controlled the Caspian began to start faltering.

The native Uzbek, Tajik, Kazahk and Tatar people's of Central Asia have always been angry at the Confederations mass control of the region and mass protesting and civil disobidenice are the norm, but as more and more of the Eastern Corps, the soldiers who defend the Caspian regions, began pulling out ready to help invade Bohemia, the natives got ready to strike.

"What the Hell was that!?" Shouted Lars van Bandenburg, Governor of the Caspians, as an ear piercing explosion woke him up from his deep slumber. "Heer Governor!" shouted a Steam Trooper through his gas mask, "There has been an explosion at Rig 57!" he continued to say. "What!" the Governor said in shock,"How could it explode! It was serviced just today!", "We Believe that natives are responsible" the Trooper said.

The Governer put on a robe and walked outside. Sure enough right off the coast of Otsmarch, a coal mining rigg was ablaze. The Governor looked up as 3 Jet Zepplins flew across the sky, ready to evacuate the remaining workers on the rig, "Mother of God" The Governor said in a horrified voice "All those men would have been asleed".

The Governor turned back inside his manor and raced to the phone, "Hello Operator" said a female voice on the other end of the phone, "This is Lars van Bandenburg Governor of the Caspians! We have a code three emergency please get me the Kaiser!" He shouted in panic. "Oh my! At Once sir!" the operator replied, as the Governor waited to connect to the Kaiser he summoned the Chief of Security.

The Chief of Security was a tall and ominous man that wore a large trecnch coat to cover the mechanical devices that were pluged into him. "Ja mein Governor?" He said in a low voice, the Governor looked up to undead looking man and said "Until we determin what has happened, I want all natives arrested."

The Chief bowed his head and simply said "Ja, Heer Governor."