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Postby Holoska » Sat Nov 26, 2016 9:36 pm

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"...that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall
have a new birth of freedom; and that this government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not
perish from the earth."
- Abraham Lincoln, 1863


The United States has broken apart, dissolving into 7 nations fractured by regionalism and nationalist politics. While Europe swallows parts of Africa into their colonial empires, and Japan starts its conquests across East Asia, the United States has reached a new order, one where the 7 nations have come to terms with their inheritance from the former United States. Few people seek to reunify the lost nation now, accepting that the the balkanization was inevitable, with each nation forming a nationalistic identity as strong as the Slavic peoples under Austrian rule, or the Turkic peoples of Russian Central Asia. Such a young nation expanding so fast over such a large area, it was to happen sooner or later. The trouble was, few people saw it coming before it happened.

The War of Dissolution was the longest and worst war in the history of the United States, and also marked its end. From 1860 to 1867, starting with the Confederate States of America, more and more blocs began to carve themselves out of the USA. Faced with rebellion everywhere, the remnant of the USA was forced to concede defeat, and reorganized itself into the Federation of Columbia. Since then, each of the 7 nations has embarked on its own path in the world, seeking to both survive and rise to greatness.

The nations will be described briefly here.


Federation of Columbia

Formed from the remnant of the United States, Columbia remains the most populous and economically prosperous of the former American nations. Having lost Maryland and Washington D.C., the capital now rests in Philadelphia. The economy of Columbia largely divides the nation into two further pieces: the agricultural west (although Chicago and other cities remain enclaves of industry), and the industrial east. New York City remains the largest city in North America, and even now, there are people who suggest the formation of a “Manhattan Commune”, yet another nation forming in North America.

With the South and West lost, Columbia has developed a massive inferiority complex, with its people constantly seeking to assert their new identity, and distance themselves from the identity of the USA. Small splinter elements of the Federation seek the total reunification of the USA, considered by many to be a pipe dream. Regardless, Columbia is a strong nation both economically and militarily.


Confederate States of America

Dominating the Southeast, the Confederacy was founded on the ideal that change was a bad idea, hence its initial secession from the USA. While slavery was gradually phased out in the 1880s through manumission, the African-Confederates are in no way full citizens of the CSA, and are aliens in the nation many of them were born and raised in. Regardless of the “end” of slavery, the plantation system still dominates the South, while a few industrial enclaves have formed in Augusta, Montgomery, and Charleston. While stronger than it was during its conception, the CSA is not quite as strong as many of its citizens like to believe it is.

One of its greatest rivalries is with the Republic of Texas, which left in the CSA’s own brief civil war from 1864 to 1866, thus depriving it of a vast area in the west. Tensions between the two nations run fairly high, but neither truly wants war with the other. Similarly, the border at the Ohio River between Columbia and the Confederacy is heavily militarized, as is the Mason-Dixon Line that separates Maryland from Pennsylvania. Cuba has been integrated to the Confederate fold, as the Territory of Cuba, where migrating “Anglos” have brought the plantation economy to the island in force, although a few lucky “Latinos” have their own plantations across the island. With the South still resting on its laurels even 30 years later, unhappiness from within the Afro-Confederate community threatens to shake the Confederacy to its very core.


New England

The smallest of the former American nations, formed on the ideal of the Puritan work ethic. With Boston leading the small republic, the nation is heavily industrialized, along with some timber industry in Maine. A deeply religious nation, the idea of separation of church and state is more a suggestion that isn’t always followed. This idea is not shared by all, though. In a nation dominated by factories, socialist sentiments are heavy among the workers here, with union strikes rising up on a daily basis, and getting stronger every day.

Relations between New England and Columbia dominate New English foreign policy. While they have a fierce independent streak, many of the politicians in New England follow a path of appeasement towards Columbia, knowing that the Federation could easily invade and overrun it. This, like many things, has engendered a lot of frustration with the populace of New England, who want their government to take a stronger line. Some elements have seen the purchase of Cuba by the CSA. and seek to purchase the Virgin Islands from Britain, to take hold of its own tropical territory. These ideas are a bit of a stretch, though.


Federation of the Great Plains

The least populous of the former nations, with less than a million people spread across a vast area. Clearly, agriculture dominates in the Plains Federation, with the region being known as the Breadbasket of North America. Producing wheat, corn, fruits, and vegetables, the region’s vast size and small populace has forced the nation to adopt a very decentralized government, with the capital in Omaha only having so much control over lands as distant as Bismarck and Cheyenne. However, with more foreign investment building more railroads, the nation is becoming ever more connected, creating new friction as regions used to little national attention see greater attempts at centralization.

With the USA gone, the Natives of the Great Plains ran rampant across the new nation, leading to a long series of wars from 1863 to 1877 that culminated in the Peace of Chimney Rock, where the Natives were allowed to form “Corporations” that governed their own peoples with some supervision from the national government. Slow population growth and migration have lead the Plains Federation to still have a massive Native American population. With its lack of ability to defend itself, some other nations have started eyeing the territory, seeking to take parts of its fertile land for themselves.


Republic of Texas

A US state for only 15 years, Texas was at first part of the Confederacy before seceding in its own civil war, seizing control of Louisiana and Arkansas as far as the Mississippi River before achieving its own independence. With this accomplished, Texas was quick to make a treaty with California and the Plains Federation in 1868 that restored its old territory from the Republic of Texas, marking its northern frontier at the Arkansas River. Once again, the Republic of Texas stands independent.

As in the Confederacy, the Republic of Texas has enacted manumission, but only in a number of its states. Some of the states in the east still maintain slavery, ardently refusing to let go of their institutions. Unlike the CSA, though, Texas does have some Afro-Texans who own their own slaves, and are the subject of much anger from Afro-Texans, slave and free alike. With its western border situated at the Rio Grande, some slaves escaping Texas flee into California, which has refused to relinquish these men, women, and children back to Texas. In the north, the tribes of the former Indian Territory have asserted themselves in force, forcing Texas to recognize these peoples as nations within Texas, just as in the Plains Federation.


California Republic

One of the more liberal nations in the former USA, California is often said to be a liberal bastion in North America. With fertile soil for agriculture, rich hills and mountains for mining, and prosperous urban areas for industry, California has one of the most diversified economies in the former USA, as well as escaping the majority of the fighting. Owing to this, California fared better in the Crash of ‘68, the collapse of the economy of much of North America, than its sister nations. In the original War of Dissolution, California’s armies marched through to the Rio Grande, capturing Arizona, Nevada, Utah, and much of Colorado and New Mexico. However, it soon faced stiff resistance from both Mormons in the north and the Navajo in the south. As a friendly gesture to Mexico, California retroceded the lands of the Gadsden Purchase back to Mexico in 1879.

The Settlements of 1873 created the framework that much of California sits on today. With the President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints having a timely “vision” about the discontinuing of polygamy (at least, in the mainstream), California was able to incorporate the new state of Deseret. The Navajo, meanwhile, were granted a state of their own, the State of Navajo, which was granted so many rights to internal government that it functions closer to an autonomous republic rather than a state, where the Navajo Nation has been entrusted to the governance of the State of Navajo, in a fairly complex arrangement. Nowadays, California has a lasting peace, although the ideas of socialism are starting to catch on more and more in California, as the “Free Soil” Movement gains traction with its ideals of equality and egalitarianism.


Union of Cascadia-Montana

A nation small in population but large in territory, Cascadia-Montana’s economy is centered largely around logging, with a heavy amount of trade with California centered in wood. The mighty Cascade Ranges and the Rocky Mountains, though, divide the coast from the interior, which requires the nation to be divided into two components: the eponymous Cascadia and Montana. Montana is the more conservative of the two, and holds only 33% of the population, as opposed to Cascadia, which holds cities such as Seattle and Portland; small cities, but respectable nonetheless.

Some people in Cascadia-Montana feel that the government cooperates too much with the government of the Dominion of Canada, with many joking that Cascadia is a southern extension of the Canadian province of British Columbia. Despite this, Cascadia-Montana maintains a strong independent streak, which leads to some problems when the two components of the Federation grow discordant. Many people fear a civil war where Montana secedes from the Federation, similar to how Texas seceded from the CSA. In the far east, many areas have such little influence from the government that the native tribes have far more influence in their nearly eternal guerrilla war against Montana, which refuses to recognize them. Every so often, a new group leads a charge against the natives, and win a victory, but it never lasts long.

The sun has dawned over the year 1890, and the new order of North America remains in place, although the latent tensions threaten to sunder even this. All are looking for their place in the world. Destiny awaits.


Nations Available:
Federation of Cascadia-Montana

Reserved:
Federation of Columbia - ffria

Accepted:
California Republic - Holoska
Dominion of Canada - The Great Northern Canadian Dominion
Confederate States of America - The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile
New England - Zhaas123
Great Plains Federation - Great Confederacy Of Commonwealth States
Republic of Texas - Grothmogia
Empire of Mexico - Camelone

This RP is character driven, with the plot being written through the lives of the people living in these nations. Interactions between nations can be done via diplomats or other politicians, while battles can be done through the eyes of soldiers and generals, and so on and so forth. To apply for a nation, indicate which nation you want and write a short one-shot about something in that nation, to show your kind of roleplaying. Nations will be distributed on a first-come, first-serve basis.
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Postby Monarchy of Japanada » Sat Nov 26, 2016 9:38 pm

Reserve Columbia.

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Postby Zhaas123 » Sat Nov 26, 2016 9:39 pm

Reserve New England if you can please.

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Postby Holoska » Sat Nov 26, 2016 9:40 pm

Zhaas123 wrote:Reserve New England if you can please.

Monarchy of Japanada wrote:Reserve Columbia.


Both are reserved, pending your applications.

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Postby The Great Northern Canadian Dominion » Sat Nov 26, 2016 9:46 pm

Sign me up for Canada?
"Non, mais en expirant, Ô mon cher Canada!
Mon regard languissant, vers toi se portera."

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Postby Holoska » Sat Nov 26, 2016 9:47 pm

The Great Northern Canadian Dominion wrote:Sign me up for Canada?

Sure, I could do that. You'll still have to apply, though.
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Postby The Great Northern Canadian Dominion » Sat Nov 26, 2016 9:53 pm

Holoska wrote:Sure, I could do that. You'll still have to apply, though.

Of course, I'm on it
"Non, mais en expirant, Ô mon cher Canada!
Mon regard languissant, vers toi se portera."

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Postby The Great Northern Canadian Dominion » Sun Nov 27, 2016 1:09 am

Here's my application, in RP sample form. At the moment the political and social landscape in Canada is a bit muted, at least in the real world timeline. The Northwest Rebellion has been put down for five years now, as has the chaos of the construction of the Canadian Pacific Railway, but their effects are still being felt. Relations between French and English Canadians have entered a new round of tensions as the Manitoba Schools Question begins. Internal politics aside, I'm sure things will be shaken up in a bit by the various new American states that have risen up to the south. 1800s-era fears of Canada being annexed by the United States of America are all but vanquished, and perhaps even reversed; a whole new set of American-related problems are likely about to present themselves, however. Canada will likely present itself as more of a regional power than a minor nearby interest as it did in real life.

January 2nd, 1890
Kingston, Ontario, Dominion of Canada
9:48 in the morning, light snowfall


Sir John Sparrow David Thompson walked in the shadow of St. George's Cathedral as he strolled along the road, the clattering of carriages and the bitter winter breezes rustling through the trees filling the bright January morning with a pleasant background noise. Canada's promising young Minister of Justice held a bundle of mail under his arm as he stepped into the house of the Prime Minister's brother, unravelling his scarf from around his neck and stepping into the study.

"Sparrow? I didn't expect to see you, old friend." Thompson had barely shaken the snowflakes from his coat when the faint traces of a Scottish brogue reached his ears. The aging Sir John A. MacDonald looked up from his chair with a smile. "I suppose you've come to have me chew you ear off about the election."

Thomas shook his head, holding up the bundle of packages. "Not really John, we can save that for later, ehn? Thought I'd stop by with the mail and see how you're doing. How's Mary?"

"Och, she's fine." John suddenly felt like taking another drink.

"And Agnes?"

"She's well, as always." MacDonald sighed and leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to let himself sink into position before he cracked an eye open and peered at the Justice Minister. "You want a drink Sparrow?"

Thompson looked up and spotted the flask in the Prime Minister's hand, quickly shaking his head. "No, no, I'll be off in a bit. What's the occasion?"

MacDonald's face was creased by a smile, and he leaned forward in his seat with a sigh. "Nothing... no, just in a drinking mood. I've got the feeling Greenway's business is going to be a proper pain in our backsides. Abolishing French as an official language in Manitoba and antagonizing the Catholic schools is just asking for more discord. The French are already kicking up a fuss."

Thompson shook his head as he leaned against the wall, peering out the window at the carriages rolling past below. "It certainly doesn't help matters. Things are bad enough as it is, what with the execution still on their minds."

"Are they still on about Riel?" MacDonald grunted as he raised the flask to his lips, looking up in surprise as Thompson stayed his hand with a frown. "Now John, I thought you'd given up on that stuff years ago. D'you insist on still being carried out of Parliament on your back when you're eighty?"

"Oh please Thompson. This is barely recreational." He nevertheless set the flask down on the desk, which seemed to sour his mood further. "I may be drunk but at least I'm in decent shape. You need to lose weight, what with how hard you work yourself."

John Sparrow Thompson huffed. "I thought you might be drinking away the troubles brewing south of the border."

The Prime Minister let out a cough which turned quickly into a chuckle. "My friend, I'm sure there'll be whisky plenty enough for those troubles in the future. It seems even after tearing themselves apart the the American States can still offer us a ruckus. Laurier's free trade nonsense was nipped in the bud, or so I thought - now he's got some new scheme cooked up. Not to say the Americans themselves can't still present their own problems. They've got enough weight behind them to send us all running amok and tearing our hair out trying to figure out what they'll get up to next."

Thompson nodded, laying a hand on his chin. "You have to admit John - their discord has been our source of unity. It was few short years ago that it seemed we were nothing but cast off remnants of British North America, waiting for the Americans to swallow us up. That fear of envelopment helped to bring the Maritimes and the rest into Confederation, no doubt about it. Yet just as soon as the Dominion took form our neighbours to the south fell to into chaos and were sundered apart."

"Aye..." John drummed his fingers thoughtfully on his desk, getting a nostalgic look in his eyes. "What do y'think George would say if he could see us now?"

"You mean George-Étienne, surely? Or perhaps your 'old friend' George Brown? Now if you're speaking of Mr. Washington, I daresay he would be less than pleased."

John smiled grimly. "Aye, how the tables have turned. Personally I'd say for the better, but who knows really..."

"It certainly shut the Continental Union Association right up, the whole rotten lot of them. Not that they were much more than noise. Still, it's a weight off my chest. Nothing but a load of trouble for the Yanks though, I imagine. Poor blokes."

"I'm surprised we haven't gotten word from London yet."

"Eh?" Thompson turned to peer curiously at the Prime Minister, who was once again reclining with head back and his eyes closed.

"You know, surely, that London will be taking advantage of this."

"How do you mean?"

MacDonald opened his eyes again, giving Thompson a small smile. "Come on now John, they've been wanting to sink their teeth back into America for decades. They wanted to wash their hands of North America before Confederation, but now... now America's vulnerable. We're going to be used as a tool."

Thompson furrowed his brow, mulling this over. He cast aside the monumental meaning of MacDonald's statement for the moment, lifting a stack of papers from beneath his arm. "Nearly forgot - here's your mail. I best be off now, actually, but I'll see you soon enough. We'll have to deal with Laurier's revised 'unrestricted reciprocity' policies in the days to come. The Dominion's yet young, and we've got work to do. For now, get some rest."

MacDonald raised his flask to the lawyer as he prepared to depart. "Mm. God Save the Queen and all that."
"Non, mais en expirant, Ô mon cher Canada!
Mon regard languissant, vers toi se portera."

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Postby The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile » Sun Nov 27, 2016 1:19 am

RESERVE THE CSA PLEASE!
Capilean News (Updated 16 November)
Where is the horse gone? Where the warrior?
Where is the treasure-giver? Where are the seats at the feast?
Where are the revels in the hall?
Alas for the bright cup! Alas for the mailed warrior!
Alas for the splendour of the prince!
How that time has passed away, dark under the cover of night, as if it never were.

The Wanderer

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Postby Holoska » Sun Nov 27, 2016 1:21 am

The Great Northern Canadian Dominion wrote:Here's my application, in RP sample form. At the moment the political and social landscape in Canada is a bit muted, at least in the real world timeline. The Northwest Rebellion has been put down for five years now, as has the chaos of the construction of the Canadian Pacific Railway, but their effects are still being felt. Relations between French and English Canadians have entered a new round of tensions as the Manitoba Schools Question begins. Internal politics aside, I'm sure things will be shaken up in a bit by the various new American states that have risen up to the south. 1800s-era fears of Canada being annexed by the United States of America are all but vanquished, and perhaps even reversed; a whole new set of American-related problems are likely about to present themselves, however. Canada will likely present itself as more of a regional power than a minor nearby interest as it did in real life.

January 2nd, 1890
Kingston, Ontario, Dominion of Canada
9:48 in the morning, light snowfall


Sir John Sparrow David Thompson walked in the shadow of St. George's Cathedral as he strolled along the road, the clattering of carriages and the bitter winter breezes rustling through the trees filling the bright January morning with a pleasant background noise. Canada's promising young Minister of Justice held a bundle of mail under his arm as he stepped into the house of the Prime Minister's brother, unravelling his scarf from around his neck and stepping into the study.

"Sparrow? I didn't expect to see you, old friend." Thompson had barely shaken the snowflakes from his coat when the faint traces of a Scottish brogue reached his ears. The aging Sir John A. MacDonald looked up from his chair with a smile. "I suppose you've come to have me chew you ear off about the election."

Thomas shook his head, holding up the bundle of packages. "Not really John, we can save that for later, ehn? Thought I'd stop by with the mail and see how you're doing. How's Mary?"

"Och, she's fine." John suddenly felt like taking another drink.

"And Agnes?"

"She's well, as always." MacDonald sighed and leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to let himself sink into position before he cracked an eye open and peered at the Justice Minister. "You want a drink Sparrow?"

Thompson looked up and spotted the flask in the Prime Minister's hand, quickly shaking his head. "No, no, I'll be off in a bit. What's the occasion?"

MacDonald's face was creased by a smile, and he leaned forward in his seat with a sigh. "Nothing... no, just in a drinking mood. I've got the feeling Greenway's business is going to be a proper pain in our backsides. Abolishing French as an official language in Manitoba and antagonizing the Catholic schools is just asking for more discord. The French are already kicking up a fuss."

Thompson shook his head as he leaned against the wall, peering out the window at the carriages rolling past below. "It certainly doesn't help matters. Things are bad enough as it is, what with the execution still on their minds."

"Are they still on about Riel?" MacDonald grunted as he raised the flask to his lips, looking up in surprise as Thompson stayed his hand with a frown. "Now John, I thought you'd given up on that stuff years ago. D'you insist on still being carried out of Parliament on your back when you're eighty?"

"Oh please Thompson. This is barely recreational." He nevertheless set the flask down on the desk, which seemed to sour his mood further. "I may be drunk but at least I'm in decent shape. You need to lose weight, what with how hard you work yourself."

John Sparrow Thompson huffed. "I thought you might be drinking away the troubles brewing south of the border."

The Prime Minister let out a cough which turned quickly into a chuckle. "My friend, I'm sure there'll be whisky plenty enough for those troubles in the future. It seems even after tearing themselves apart the the American States can still offer us a ruckus. Laurier's free trade nonsense was nipped in the bud, or so I thought - now he's got some new scheme cooked up. Not to say the Americans themselves can't still present their own problems. They've got enough weight behind them to send us all running amok and tearing our hair out trying to figure out what they'll get up to next."

Thompson nodded, laying a hand on his chin. "You have to admit John - their discord has been our source of unity. It was few short years ago that it seemed we were nothing but cast off remnants of British North America, waiting for the Americans to swallow us up. That fear of envelopment helped to bring the Maritimes and the rest into Confederation, no doubt about it. Yet just as soon as the Dominion took form our neighbours to the south fell to into chaos and were sundered apart."

"Aye..." John drummed his fingers thoughtfully on his desk, getting a nostalgic look in his eyes. "What do y'think George would say if he could see us now?"

"You mean George-Étienne, surely? Or perhaps your 'old friend' George Brown? Now if you're speaking of Mr. Washington, I daresay he would be less than pleased."

John smiled grimly. "Aye, how the tables have turned. Personally I'd say for the better, but who knows really..."

"It certainly shut the Continental Union Association right up, the whole rotten lot of them. Not that they were much more than noise. Still, it's a weight off my chest. Nothing but a load of trouble for the Yanks though, I imagine. Poor blokes."

"I'm surprised we haven't gotten word from London yet."

"Eh?" Thompson turned to peer curiously at the Prime Minister, who was once again reclining with head back and his eyes closed.

"You know, surely, that London will be taking advantage of this."

"How do you mean?"

MacDonald opened his eyes again, giving Thompson a small smile. "Come on now John, they've been wanting to sink their teeth back into America for decades. They wanted to wash their hands of North America before Confederation, but now... now America's vulnerable. We're going to be used as a tool."

Thompson furrowed his brow, mulling this over. He cast aside the monumental meaning of MacDonald's statement for the moment, lifting a stack of papers from beneath his arm. "Nearly forgot - here's your mail. I best be off now, actually, but I'll see you soon enough. We'll have to deal with Laurier's revised 'unrestricted reciprocity' policies in the days to come. The Dominion's yet young, and we've got work to do. For now, get some rest."

MacDonald raised his flask to the lawyer as he prepared to depart. "Mm. God Save the Queen and all that."

This is excellent, and has been accepted.

Also, a few notes on the scenario in regards to Britain. In this history, Britain has Hawaii as a protectorate, where the Kingdom still operates but under British protection. As well, without a USA to buy it, Alaska was sold to Britain, who annexed it into Canada. So you also have the Yukon Gold Rush in the future.

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Postby Holoska » Sun Nov 27, 2016 1:21 am

The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile wrote:RESERVE THE CSA PLEASE!

Will do. I await your application.

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Postby The Great Northern Canadian Dominion » Sun Nov 27, 2016 9:48 am

Holoska wrote:This is excellent, and has been accepted.

Also, a few notes on the scenario in regards to Britain. In this history, Britain has Hawaii as a protectorate, where the Kingdom still operates but under British protection. As well, without a USA to buy it, Alaska was sold to Britain, who annexed it into Canada. So you also have the Yukon Gold Rush in the future.


Thank you!

Okay... so no Alaska boundary dispute... Skagway in Canadian hands... No Captain “Hell Roaring” Mike Healy of the United States Cutter Revenue Service? Interesting. I can work with this.
"Non, mais en expirant, Ô mon cher Canada!
Mon regard languissant, vers toi se portera."

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Postby Camelone » Sun Nov 27, 2016 11:17 am

Reserve the Empire of Mexico for me please!
In the spirit of John Tombes, American Jacobite with a Byzantine flair for extra spice
I am... the lurker!
Ave Rex Christus!

Pro: The Social Kingship of Christ, Corporatism, Distributism, Yeomanrism, Tradition based Christianity, High Tory, Hierarchy, vanguard republicanism, Blue Laws, House of Wittelsbach, House of Iturbide, House of Kalākaua
Neutral: Constitutions, Guild Socialism, Libertarianism, Constitution Party, monarchism
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Postby Holoska » Sun Nov 27, 2016 1:20 pm

Camelone wrote:Reserve the Empire of Mexico for me please!

Will do.

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Postby The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile » Sun Nov 27, 2016 7:18 pm

Application:

The Confederate States of America is a fractured nation, if you could even call it that. The nine states and single territory that make it up are divided by petty rivalries, and with no central government holding them together they do as they please, even maintaining their own state militias. In all of these subdivisions slavery has been disowned(though never specifically outlawed), replaced by an institution hardly better. The sprawling plantations which line many winding Confederate roads are worked by countless Africans(or in Cuba, Latinos), now labeled as "indentured laborers". These people are bound through contract to their employers, and though they cannot be traded as property or physically harmed they must work for paltry wages, or in some cases, simply food and shelter. Indentured laborers are the backbone of the CSA's fragile economy, producing the cotton and other cash crops which keep the country alive.

And despite this improvised solution, the Confederacy is still racked with problems originating with the black man. Questions over the rights of Africans are posed daily to state legislatures, while cases concerning Africans and their mistreatment plague courtrooms. The common people of the CSA turn to bigshot politicians for answers. And currently the candidates propped to run in the upcoming election of '91 have all of the solutions to these crippling problems. Outlandish propositions, such as one suggestion to deport all Africans back to their continent of origin, are treated with sincerity. Since the slaves have outlived their own institution, Southrons want them completely out of the picture.

The Confederacy went under vast periods of progress since the Civil War which had torn the United States apart. After Davis came Robert E. Lee, the South's universal war hero, who managed to win a favorable ceasefire with the Texan separatists and also started a program which saw a large fraction of slaves liberated. President Lee also saw in the formation of political parties; naturally the main platforms of both revolved around the issue of slavery. The Patriots(whose candidate in the election of '67 was veteran and renowned slaver Nathan Bedford Forrest) were staunch supporters of slavery, whilst the Confederates favored a more moderate and "realistic" policy. Forrest ran against a weaker candidate, James Longstreet, and defeated the dithering man. Forrest did much to reverse his predecessor's policies, but his successors, all Confederates, phased the institution out.

Now the CSA stands divided. A flamboyant Patriot candidate, Jesse James, promises a restored Confederacy which would cling to its traditionalist values and eliminate the black questions once and for all, though it is unclear just how. Somehow the Confederates have yet to offer up a nominee.

And still there are external threats. The Federation of Columbia looms to the North, the remnant of the United States, and it longs to crush its Southern neighbor, bring vengeance to the separatists, and finally bring back the glory days of the Union. To the West lies the vast, rugged plains of Texas, controlled by a vile, crude people who oppress the peoples of Louisianna. There has long been Southern sympathies in the states of Louisiana, Arkansas, and indeed all over Texas, and many assume a war is in the not too far future. The next President will have all too much to deal with, if he wants to hold the Confederacy together.
Capilean News (Updated 16 November)
Where is the horse gone? Where the warrior?
Where is the treasure-giver? Where are the seats at the feast?
Where are the revels in the hall?
Alas for the bright cup! Alas for the mailed warrior!
Alas for the splendour of the prince!
How that time has passed away, dark under the cover of night, as if it never were.

The Wanderer

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Postby Holoska » Sun Nov 27, 2016 7:28 pm

The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile wrote:Application:

The Confederate States of America is a fractured nation, if you could even call it that. The nine states and single territory that make it up are divided by petty rivalries, and with no central government holding them together they do as they please, even maintaining their own state militias. In all of these subdivisions slavery has been disowned(though never specifically outlawed), replaced by an institution hardly better. The sprawling plantations which line many winding Confederate roads are worked by countless Africans(or in Cuba, Latinos), now labeled as "indentured laborers". These people are bound through contract to their employers, and though they cannot be traded as property or physically harmed they must work for paltry wages, or in some cases, simply food and shelter. Indentured laborers are the backbone of the CSA's fragile economy, producing the cotton and other cash crops which keep the country alive.

And despite this improvised solution, the Confederacy is still racked with problems originating with the black man. Questions over the rights of Africans are posed daily to state legislatures, while cases concerning Africans and their mistreatment plague courtrooms. The common people of the CSA turn to bigshot politicians for answers. And currently the candidates propped to run in the upcoming election of '91 have all of the solutions to these crippling problems. Outlandish propositions, such as one suggestion to deport all Africans back to their continent of origin, are treated with sincerity. Since the slaves have outlived their own institution, Southrons want them completely out of the picture.

The Confederacy went under vast periods of progress since the Civil War which had torn the United States apart. After Davis came Robert E. Lee, the South's universal war hero, who managed to win a favorable ceasefire with the Texan separatists and also started a program which saw a large fraction of slaves liberated. President Lee also saw in the formation of political parties; naturally the main platforms of both revolved around the issue of slavery. The Patriots(whose candidate in the election of '67 was veteran and renowned slaver Nathan Bedford Forrest) were staunch supporters of slavery, whilst the Confederates favored a more moderate and "realistic" policy. Forrest ran against a weaker candidate, James Longstreet, and defeated the dithering man. Forrest did much to reverse his predecessor's policies, but his successors, all Confederates, phased the institution out.

Now the CSA stands divided. A flamboyant Patriot candidate, Jesse James, promises a restored Confederacy which would cling to its traditionalist values and eliminate the black questions once and for all, though it is unclear just how. Somehow the Confederates have yet to offer up a nominee.

And still there are external threats. The Federation of Columbia looms to the North, the remnant of the United States, and it longs to crush its Southern neighbor, bring vengeance to the separatists, and finally bring back the glory days of the Union. To the West lies the vast, rugged plains of Texas, controlled by a vile, crude people who oppress the peoples of Louisianna. There has long been Southern sympathies in the states of Louisiana, Arkansas, and indeed all over Texas, and many assume a war is in the not too far future. The next President will have all too much to deal with, if he wants to hold the Confederacy together.


This is a good scene you've set, but I would ask that your application include a one-shot from the eyes of a character in your nation. I'll give you the CSA, although I still await seeing how you write from a third-person perspective.

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Postby Grothmogia » Sun Nov 27, 2016 7:31 pm

Can I reserve Texas?

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Grothmogia wrote:Can I reserve Texas?

Yes you can, it will be reserved for you.

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Postby Grothmogia » Sun Nov 27, 2016 7:36 pm

Holoska wrote:
Grothmogia wrote:Can I reserve Texas?

Yes you can, it will be reserved for you.


Thank you. I will come up with an app for it.

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Postby The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile » Sun Nov 27, 2016 8:16 pm

Holoska wrote:
The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile wrote:-snip-


This is a good scene you've set, but I would ask that your application include a one-shot from the eyes of a character in your nation. I'll give you the CSA, although I still await seeing how you write from a third-person perspective.

Oh, sorry, didn't realize that was necessary. Let me try:
A jubilant pairing banjo and fiddle swung from Dixie to The Bonnie Blue Flag to Stonewall Jackson's Way in rapid succession, the old war songs carrying John Starbuck back to the trampling of feet, the crackle of a campfire, and the chorus of thundering gunfire. As the musicians finished a rousing crescendo of wild Rebel Yells let loose, and one clawed its way out of John's throat as well. The blood-curdling noise reverberated in the courtyard, bouncing off walls and filling the hamlet. The veteran glanced up and into Carolina's blinding sun to see few dozen hats sail through the air. A toothy smile split his face as he looked back towards the band. They were now stepping off the clapboard platform, which was draped with bunting and tasseled flags; Starbuck was happy to see the regimental standard of the 47th North Carolina resting beside the Stainless Banner.

Suddenly a pudgy, red-faced man heaved himself onto the stand and trotted forth to its edge. John felt his shoulders automatically square and his feet coming together in a rigid military stance. He flushed, scorning himself, before realizing that most of the other men gathered round were also snapping to attention. After all, Colonel Read- or as he was known these days, Legislator Read- had once commanded a good many of the recruits from this area. The Linton native had had to move to Charlotte after his election, but he hadn't forgotten his roots. Puffing out his already prominent gut, Read cleared his throat and launched into his speech:

"Men of North Carolina, this next election is the most important yet." They all said that. Every election had been more important than the last. "This election will finally decide what it to be done about our black problem. And I, for one, know exactly who I'll be voting for. Gentlemen, there is no better candidate in this race than Jesse James!"

A small outcry split the room, but most waited eagerly for Read to continue. "Jesse James is a true Patriot, friends. Not only does he intend to once and for all rid this nation of the black problem, but he also promises to restore the Confederacy to the zenith of its power! Under him, you could expect our lands in Louisianna to return to Southron rule; and for the dithering Union, or whatever's left of it," the corpulent man chuckled, "to be finally shattered by a resurgent army! Under James, a man who fought like a wildcat in the rugged plains of Kansas for our Confederacy, the military will be rebuilt and the North will finally be shown their place. Under him, a common man who understands the plights of the everyday Southron, our sacred antebellum system will be preserved, and strengthened. Under James, a frontier fighter who knows how to wage a proper war, the renegades past the Mississippi will be brought to heel and forced back to their own desert wastes.
Under James, we will have our Confederacy!"

Starbuck grimaced as Read finished spouting rhetoric and was rewarded with a cacophony of whistles, claps and cheers. John was really concerned about this election; he wanted a real solution to the towering issues his country faced, and James, an uneducated backwoods bushwacker, was not the man to tackle them. The veteran supported an Elias Glass, the current Secretary of State and a man with experience who knew how to manage a nation, especially one as fractured as the Confederacy. This meant Starbuck was in the Confederate camp, one bitterly opposed by many Linton natives. The man could easily see how many of the poor, uneducated men who populated this region related to James and truly believed he would fix their problems. Jesse James also appealed to many wealthy plantation owners, who were frantically trying to cling to their dwindling resources and ensure that their system was kept in place. But John was a bookkeeper; he managed the finances of a local estate and knew how to read, write, and excelled at mathematics. Most of his neighbors did not. He was educated; he analyzed the situation, used logic to determine who would actually help him. These men used their heavy emotions.

"I trust you men know who you will be voting for?" Read finished, cupping is ear and waiting for the thunderous, nearly unanimous answer.

"Jesse James!" Beaming, Read climbed down from the platform and allowed the band to again take the stage. As Dixie floated above Starbuck turned and pushed his way out of the square. He didn't feel well at all, especially since Jesse James had a good chance of being his next President.
Capilean News (Updated 16 November)
Where is the horse gone? Where the warrior?
Where is the treasure-giver? Where are the seats at the feast?
Where are the revels in the hall?
Alas for the bright cup! Alas for the mailed warrior!
Alas for the splendour of the prince!
How that time has passed away, dark under the cover of night, as if it never were.

The Wanderer

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Postby Holoska » Sun Nov 27, 2016 8:19 pm

The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile wrote:
Holoska wrote:
This is a good scene you've set, but I would ask that your application include a one-shot from the eyes of a character in your nation. I'll give you the CSA, although I still await seeing how you write from a third-person perspective.

Oh, sorry, didn't realize that was necessary. Let me try:
A jubilant pairing banjo and fiddle swung from Dixie to The Bonnie Blue Flag to Stonewall Jackson's Way in rapid succession, the old war songs carrying John Starbuck back to the trampling of feet, the crackle of a campfire, and the chorus of thundering gunfire. As the musicians finished a rousing crescendo of wild Rebel Yells let loose, and one clawed its way out of John's throat as well. The blood-curdling noise reverberated in the courtyard, bouncing off walls and filling the hamlet. The veteran glanced up and into Carolina's blinding sun to see few dozen hats sail through the air. A toothy smile split his face as he looked back towards the band. They were now stepping off the clapboard platform, which was draped with bunting and tasseled flags; Starbuck was happy to see the regimental standard of the 47th North Carolina resting beside the Stainless Banner.

Suddenly a pudgy, red-faced man heaved himself onto the stand and trotted forth to its edge. John felt his shoulders automatically square and his feet coming together in a rigid military stance. He flushed, scorning himself, before realizing that most of the other men gathered round were also snapping to attention. After all, Colonel Read- or as he was known these days, Legislator Read- had once commanded a good many of the recruits from this area. The Linton native had had to move to Charlotte after his election, but he hadn't forgotten his roots. Puffing out his already prominent gut, Read cleared his throat and launched into his speech:

"Men of North Carolina, this next election is the most important yet." They all said that. Every election had been more important than the last. "This election will finally decide what it to be done about our black problem. And I, for one, know exactly who I'll be voting for. Gentlemen, there is no better candidate in this race than Jesse James!"

A small outcry split the room, but most waited eagerly for Read to continue. "Jesse James is a true Patriot, friends. Not only does he intend to once and for all rid this nation of the black problem, but he also promises to restore the Confederacy to the zenith of its power! Under him, you could expect our lands in Louisianna to return to Southron rule; and for the dithering Union, or whatever's left of it," the corpulent man chuckled, "to be finally shattered by a resurgent army! Under James, a man who fought like a wildcat in the rugged plains of Kansas for our Confederacy, the military will be rebuilt and the North will finally be shown their place. Under him, a common man who understands the plights of the everyday Southron, our sacred antebellum system will be preserved, and strengthened. Under James, a frontier fighter who knows how to wage a proper war, the renegades past the Mississippi will be brought to heel and forced back to their own desert wastes.
Under James, we will have our Confederacy!"

Starbuck grimaced as Read finished spouting rhetoric and was rewarded with a cacophony of whistles, claps and cheers. John was really concerned about this election; he wanted a real solution to the towering issues his country faced, and James, an uneducated backwoods bushwacker, was not the man to tackle them. The veteran supported an Elias Glass, the current Secretary of State and a man with experience who knew how to manage a nation, especially one as fractured as the Confederacy. This meant Starbuck was in the Confederate camp, one bitterly opposed by many Linton natives. The man could easily see how many of the poor, uneducated men who populated this region related to James and truly believed he would fix their problems. Jesse James also appealed to many wealthy plantation owners, who were frantically trying to cling to their dwindling resources and ensure that their system was kept in place. But John was a bookkeeper; he managed the finances of a local estate and knew how to read, write, and excelled at mathematics. Most of his neighbors did not. He was educated; he analyzed the situation, used logic to determine who would actually help him. These men used their heavy emotions.

"I trust you men know who you will be voting for?" Read finished, cupping is ear and waiting for the thunderous, nearly unanimous answer.

"Jesse James!" Beaming, Read climbed down from the platform and allowed the band to again take the stage. As Dixie floated above Starbuck turned and pushed his way out of the square. He didn't feel well at all, especially since Jesse James had a good chance of being his next President.

Much better! Accepted!

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Postby Zhaas123 » Sun Nov 27, 2016 8:42 pm

New England, Boston
Office of President Alexander Butler
Butler was sitting in his office reading about the most recent worker strike just last week, still ongoing. They were demanding better wages, safer working conditions, and an end to various abuses of the factory owners against the workers. For the past few hours he had heard the ideas of from members of government, and army. Alfred Simpson always the hardliner wanted to send in the police backed up by elements of the military, if we gave into the workers again than their just demand more later. Alex Moore wanted to negotiate with them, get the wages down, and keep the factories profitable, and of course the insane like George Kelly wanted to just give the damn factories to the workers, to create a true nation of the people for the people. Butler poured another drink, he knew the priests said the drink was the nectar of the devil but given the circumstances he felt the lord would forgive him for the small slip up. But to get back to the message at hand, the workers had started to riot, and burned several building in the poor districts of Boston, including a few churches. That was the final straw for him, many of the congress the order was given for the police with the aid of elements of the second national guard regiment to began operations to restore order in the city. He had stress to them to use non-lethal means to take them down if possible, but he felt like the rioters wouldn't give the men the option. Butler put the message down, telling him of the 20 dead and 300 wounded form the fighting in the street, he got up put his coat on, and went to church to pray and seek confession

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Postby Holoska » Sun Nov 27, 2016 8:43 pm

Zhaas123 wrote:New England, Boston
Office of President Alexander Butler
Butler was sitting in his office reading about the most recent worker strike just last week, still ongoing. They were demanding better wages, safer working conditions, and an end to various abuses of the factory owners against the workers. For the past few hours he had heard the ideas of from members of government, and army. Alfred Simpson always the hardliner wanted to send in the police backed up by elements of the military, if we gave into the workers again than their just demand more later. Alex Moore wanted to negotiate with them, get the wages down, and keep the factories profitable, and of course the insane like George Kelly wanted to just give the damn factories to the workers, to create a true nation of the people for the people. Butler poured another drink, he knew the priests said the drink was the nectar of the devil but given the circumstances he felt the lord would forgive him for the small slip up. But to get back to the message at hand, the workers had started to riot, and burned several building in the poor districts of Boston, including a few churches. That was the final straw for him, many of the congress the order was given for the police with the aid of elements of the second national guard regiment to began operations to restore order in the city. He had stress to them to use non-lethal means to take them down if possible, but he felt like the rioters wouldn't give the men the option. Butler put the message down, telling him of the 20 dead and 300 wounded form the fighting in the street, he got up put his coat on, and went to church to pray and seek confession

Accepted!

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Postby Holoska » Mon Nov 28, 2016 1:17 am

Once we have all the players, I'll get an OOC thread ready, and then once we have the initial setup made, I'll have the IC made.

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