The Revolution (IC)

[Nytavuthar]

Welcome to The Revolution! Here there is a rebellion against one of the greatest empires in the world. We start off at the first meeting of the Second Continental Congress on May 10th. This is the beginning of one of the most important moments in world history. Today we kick start the Revolution. Today, we change history!
OOC

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

Lucas Estate
James Lucas was at his estate, dressed in very fine clothes with three guards. He said to his guards "Liberty will soon ensue, with me being a powerful figure. I must now depart. Have my slaves keep the estate well kept, and be sure to defend both my estate and my plantation from any bad things." His guards bowed and said "Of course master Lucas. Your stores should be kept safe by the Brits, they may be horrible but at least they keep the stores safe." James said "Yes. Now please prepare my carriage. I do not want to be late for the Continental Congress meeting." His guards obliged and prepared his horse drawn carriage. James got in it and he began his journey to the CC meeting with his driver and a guard.

[Tzarsgrad]

Somewhere in the Atlantic, 1705

Dear Sofia:

I write you now from the hull of the British ship HMS Prestige, on my way to the North American colonies to crush the rebellion. I hope to save up my wages and bring you all here once this turbulence is over. I only hope that I've picked the right side. They all say the British will finish it in a few month, but I'm not as sure. These are a hardy people, and I only pray that we'll be able to find a place among them. I hear there are huge tracts of the land the Crown will give to us if we do well. I hope they're being truthful. The other men in my unit seem to be here for different reasons. One for glory, one for gold, and one to get away from some love he seems to have lost. I hope he'll live to regret it. Give the children my love, and keep it within your own heart as well.

Your Faithful Husband:
Johann

Johann looked up from his letter he was writing. He had been writing it by dim candlelight on a rickety table, which had been knocked over so two men in his unit could prove their strength through arm wrestling. There where three other men to the unit he was assigned to. One was Fredrich Bäcker, a man more devoted to his pouch than his responsibilities, and the other was Christian Eberstark, a man seeking personal glory and fame from battle here. In the corner was another man trying to write a letter, a young man barely out of boyhood named Otto Hirsch, jumping at every noise he heard. It appeared that these would be the men Johann would be fighting alongside. The ship itself was heading to Boston to beef up the reserves there. Johann pulled his hat down over his eyes and put his letter in his pocket. He attempted to fall asleep in the dimly-lit, dank ship.

Johann

[Solmakia]

Jean Darnay stepped out onto the street.

Congressman? Him?

Only 4 years ago, had he not been a slave on a Gerogia plantation?
Now, they wanted him to be a congressman?
The idea was overwhelming, that was for sure.
He breathed the fresh air of New York harbor, enjoying life as it came. He would do it then.
He would go to this...congress, even if he didn’t know what to do.
As the master of a ship building empire in the Americas, he had gone from absolutely nothing, from slavery, to a being a voice in the shape of the future of the 13 British colonies.

He passed a pauper on the street, to whom he handed a pocketful of coins. As the boy ran off in joy, he smiled. Material possessions were of no concern to him; his life was devoted to being a good man in god’s eyes.

He hired a carriage, and a horse from the local stable, and prepared to depart. He prefered to walk, but seeing as the convention would be soon, he had no choice. He departed, with the driver sitting up front.


The Country Side

Rising past several plantations and towns, his heart cried out to the hundreds of slaves. While he was not black, he had a darkish skin tone, and had been sold to a sketchy plantation owner down south. The greuling 4 years of slavery would never leave him ever.

God had given him hope when hope was gone, when the life of a slave had utterly crushed his soul, and he would pursue god’s merciful word.

[Max Empire]

A couple of miles west of Savannah,in the Waters Estate

Julian Waters was talking to his head managers, guards and slaves. " I have to go to Philadelpia to stop these idiots from doing anything stupid! A lamb cannot fight a bear!" Julian said in disbelief. " But sir! Most of the colonys are rebeling against Britain! You cannot possibly convince the other Congressmen from being Anti-British!" one of his guards said. " John. You have been by my side since we first met in the Carribean fighting for Spain. You know 13 frail colonys cannot possibly defeat the worlds most powerfull country! I must go! Georgia is counting on me. This is why I have this position." Julian turned to his Yungo, his main manager and most trusted slave. " I expect you and the others to protect the Plantation and keep it running smoothly. Althoug I doubt the British nor the Patriots would attack it." Julian then turned back to John. " And please protect my wife and the twins! I would be destroyed if something happend to them!"

15 minutes later, at Savannah Harbor

Julian got into his largest trade ship and went to talk to the captain. " Captain Earli! My old friend! How long has it been?" Captain Earl smiled." Its been months! I have been delivering you goods to Britain, Spain and France. I am honord to have you on my ship." Julian ordered his men to carry some crates up. " Well we will not only bring me to Philadelpia, but I have found a guy who wants cotton and Tobacco from Georgia. And as you know, I always jump at opportunitys to expand my bussines." Earl nodded. " Its always a pleasure doing bussines with others on your behalf." Earl yelled something to some crew members. " We will set sail in one hour." Julian nodded. " Why dont you tell me about your travels to Europe while we wait?" Earl laughed. " You will never believe what happend in Bordoux, sir!" The two men walk off into the Captains quarters.

[Tzarsgrad]

Boston, Massechusets, 1705

Johann disembarked from the ship that had carried him to his new post (and eventual home) in the American Colonies. He and Christian, one of the men of his unit, carried Otto, a green boy of no more than eighteen years, off the ship, as he had experienced heavy sea sickness during a storm the day before. Fredrich, who made four in their merry band, leisurely strolled behind them, checking his pocket watch. "We're due to our quarters at noon. Until then, I say we use what salary the Tories gave us to partake in some drink." The mere mention of alcohol in his weakened state made Otto dry heave. "I think we're both good." Christian said. Johann nodded. "Very well." Fredrich said. "I always preferred drinking alone anyway."

Johann and Christian loaded Otto into the back of a cart, bound to the sane destination they where. Fort Hill. A city close to, but still overlooking the city. As they walked, Johann noticed the crowd watching them march. He dare not say anything, as what little English he knew would give him away through his accent that he was a mercenary, if his uniform did not already do so. He looked over to Christian to see him touching something in his pocket. After giving him a confused look, he lifted up out of his pocket a string of rosary beads. Johann himself had never been spiritualistic, but he clumsily attempted a prayer as they marched.

Finally, at about eleven, the convoy arrived at Fort Hill. It's rear touched the sea, with a forward gate only accessible by a wooden drawbridge. They all marched in to the fort, whose rigid stone buildings where clumped together neatly. As they arrived, a tall, fat man speaking bad German to them barked orders. He directed them to a three-story stone building that was to be used as their residence. Each unit was to share a room. By now, Otto was able to stand and the three walked up to their room. It was bare, except for four cots and a window facing the city. Johann and the men set their bags down and went back to the courtyard for debriefing. Fredrich had yet to return from his trip.

They all stood firm, where there where drilled once more. This one wasn't like the Englishman that had directed them when they arrived. No, this man was Hessian. He wore a steel mask over his face, bearing a grotesque face, twisted in pain. On his heat he wore a tall bare skin hat. His uniform was decorated with medals and awards. His left arm wobbled at his side as his right shook with anger as he spoke. He spoke mainly of how the war would be easily won, and the riches that awaited those Germans who'd seized the oppritunity to fight for the crown. While he barked orders, Fredrich drunkenly shambled in with his unit. After he finished speaking, the man simply known as "The Bear" inspected each of the units personally. Johann turned to Fredrich in the interlude to find him ragged and smelling of ale. After doing his best to straighten him up, he turned back into his salute in time for The Bear to get to his unit.

The first one he looked to was Fredrich. "Wünderbar." He began. "A drunkard. I trust you've spent the money the crown's payed you well?" He asked condescendingly. All he could manage was a clumsy nod. The Bear responded by what seemed swinging his left arm and hitting him in the head with a loud crack. He went to Otto, who by now was trembling. "Do you know what this is, soldier?" He asked angrily. Otto only shook his head meekly. The Bear responded. "It is an entire arm of iron. I earned it in service to his majesty. If you're lucky, you'll get something like it too." Otto managed a meek, "Yes sir." The Bear turned. And a craven now too. This couldn't get worse." He turned to Christian, who had resumed twisting his rosary, but abutptly stopped when he saw it was his turn. "Hm.." The Bear began. "Nothing apparently wrong with you, other than your reliance on those facy beads. Looks like we've a damned miracle here." He finally turned to Johann. Despite The Bear being well over six feet tall, he still had to look up at Johann. "Alright, you freak of nature. What brings you here?" He asked abruptly. Johann responded the best he could. "I hope to move my wife and children here once the war ends." He responded, hastily adding a "Sir!". "Ah." The Bear responded. "A softie. So, in this regiment, we've Craven, Softie, Drunkard, and Choir Boy. I expect you to call each other by your new names at all times. Am I understood?" Simeltaneously, they all responded "Sir, yes sir!" "Very good." The Bear responded. "Excellent. Report back to your quarters. I'll expect you all up and bright eyed by six o'clock tomorrow morning. Dis-MISSED!" The men marched back to the room.

Johann had unpacked his possessions onto a footlocker he had brought and placed at the foot of his cot. He picked up the only photo he had ever been in. It was one of he abs his family, and had been taken by a traveling salesman specializing in such goods. Johann had used up a large amount of money he'd saved for a rainy day for it, but he didn't mind now. He looked at his wife Sofia, a tall, proud woman with auburn hair with freckles, and kind, sweet eyes. His three children (Drake, Anna, and Elli) where in front of then in the photo. They'd had the good luck to have all of their children borne live, not an common thing of the times. Drake, their eldest of sixteen years, had gotten his hair from his grandfather on Sofia's side, black and straight. Other than that, he was definitely his father's son, witty and resourceful to the last. Their middle child of fifteen years, Anna, inherited her mother's hair and kind nature. Their youngest of eleven years, Elli, had brown curls like her father, but spoke even less than Johann did. She preferred reading and sketching to conversation. Johann kissed his fingers, then placed then on the photo. Suddenly, Christian spoke to him, with Fredrich loudly snoring in the corner. "That your family?" He asked. Johann nodded, flipping the photograph to show him. "They're all beautiful." He said. "Don't have anyone of my own. Not yet anyway." He responded. "My parents died when I was very young." Johann tried to reassure him. "They call this land the land of oppritunity for a reason. I'm sure you'll make your way through." He nodded to him. Christian smiled. "I hope so, friend." He dimmed the lantern lighting the room. "Now, if we're to wake up early, we'll need the sleep. Goodnight." "Goodnight, Choir Boy." Johann responded sarcastically. "And you, Softie." He replied.