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Postby TriStates » Wed Aug 19, 2015 8:28 pm

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Of Things To Come




History will forever recall the events that are layed down here. So long as there is eye to read, and an ear to hear, of this I can be certain. When else, in the course of human affairs, has something so fantastic, so uniquely unthinkable, altered the fates of two worlds? And like tales of old, I am just as certain, that the deeds are all that will be recalled. The doers, forgotten.

So I put this to paper, and others like it, not as a impersonal catalog of fact, but as a chronicle of personal experience. Of a place our world did not know, of things it could not fathom, in a time it did not understand. It is a standing testament to the lives of those who did those deeds, and lived to tell about it. And a final tribute to the many who knew they would not, and did them anyway. To tell this story, one must begin at the start. But where does it start?

Perhaps on a rainy summer day, as Man and his Expedition readied themselves for something, truly, unthinkable.




0300hrs; May 20th, 1942
Earth; Berlin, Germany; Military Redoubt 10Km from the Berlin Quarantine Sector
Adolf Hitler, Winston Churchill, Josef Stalin, Hideki Tojo, and Franklin Roosevelt


The conference room was dark, except for the flickering presence of a film projector as it shone its images at the long, far room wall. A distinct musky odor of humid dampness and strong tobacco hung about the place. The first was unavoidable. There had been a near constant downpour over Berlin in recent days. When the stormy phenomenon, Maelstroms they were calling them, had formed above the city sky. The latter was caused by a cigar, held squarely in the mouth of Winston Churchill. One of four men seated at the large table that occupied the center of the room, his sleep-deprived eyes glued to the projector ran its set of images, as a steady stream of smoke added to the heavy atmosphere of the room. Much to the displeasure of their host, Adolf Hitler.

"Why does the fat one insist on that disgusting habit..." The Fuhrer's muttered was more a statement than a question. Chuckles and grins were unsuccessfully suppressed by the German officers sitting behind their morose leader. The attention not at all friendly. Everyone was on edge as things were, even with a three-in-the-morning meeting and the lack of beauty sleep. Luckily, any further incident was avoided as all attention was interrupted, as the projector screen turned white. The filmed images fading, as the reel ended.

"Is that all of it?"

The inquiry came from the open aisle next to Soviet Premier, Joseph Stalin, where a late-middle aged, dark suited, wheelchair bound man sat.

"I'm afraid so Mr. President," answered the American technician from the projector booth. Similar, hushed explanations were given to the Japanese, Russian and German delegations by their respective translators. Nods of ascent and mumbled orders were given as many low, foreboding conversation was struck up. All present were both intrigued, but disturbed by the images they had seen here today. Just as they had been with the films shown to them in this room for the past three days. All of them, dealing with the sudden and violent global disturbance the papers had taken to calling, "The Arrival".

Franklin Roosevelt gave his own whispered reply to the American army officer standing next to him, before channeling his attention on their illustrious host. "Well Chancellor? Is your man here?"

A brief pause as the German translator did his work, before Hitler replied with a shrug, "Colonel Luebeck arrived from OKW headquarters... an undisclosed loaction.. last night, and is waiting in the foyer. He will be summoned forthwith." The Japanese and Soviets reply came as a subtle nod, nothing said or spoken. None was needed, as the confirmation was the same. So to was it for Churchill, whose own aggressive affirmation of readiness made Roosevelt grin.

"Then lets get this show on the road, gentlemen. Assemble the Argos."




0445hrs; Wednesday, May 20th, 1942 A.D.
Earth; Berlin, Germany; Camp Argus, A.E.F Command Compound and Headquarters, 1Km from the Berlin Quarantine Sector
Leuitenant Colonel Heinrich Luebeck, A.E.F. Supreme Commander


The briefing room was, in one word, gigantic. More of an mess hall actually. It had to be for it to fit all 400 members of the newly formed Argo Expeditionary Force. Many were seasoned. Survivors of the Europe's old fighting fields such as Belleau Wood, Verdun and the Somme. Most from more recent fighting in Moscow, London, Changsha, and Guadalcanal. Many more were new to such things, arriving from small towns like Dahlonega, U.S.A. and Lyuban, Russia. Having joined up in country side hamlets like Kintbury, England or Breitenhain, Germany. And from a countless dozens of villages across the Orient much like Nanmoku, Japan and Gosan-ri, Korea. With so many differences, their unity came from an event that every single one of them could relate to. The Arrival.

As he contemplated this, Leuitenant Colonel Heinrich Luebeck could not help but feel out of his depth. A mere few weeks ago, he had been recovering from wounds in Germany sustained during his time with the Afrika Korps at the Seige of Tobruk in '41. In his spare time, he had taken to running paperwork between Berlin Headquarters and the military OKW out of Zossen, as a way to keep himself busy. Of course, the Maelstroms changed that. They changed everything. Trapped in the German capitol at the time of the phenomenons occurrence, he had done his best to direct an impromptu defense of the city sector near the physical rehabilitation center he was being treated at. Perhaps it was those actions, among others, that had led to his appointment as Commander-and-Chief of all Argo Forces? A new title, new rank, and new responsibilities. It was all a lot to take in.

Now, as he glanced out at the hundreds of men that were now seated and waiting, he squelched the remaining hesitation. This was no time for faint hearts. After a dry cough, Heinrich approached a makeshift podium placed at the head of the mess assembly.

"Guten Morgen, and welcome!"

A slight feedback echoed from the microphones at this opening, causing the Colonel to step back, briefly messing with the microphones to hide his feelings of fluster.

"I am Colonel Heinrich Luebeck. And you are all now members of the 1st ARGO Expeditionary Force. Compared to other operations, we maybe small, but we are selected to work in these small numbers for a particular reason: we do what no else should. I recommend you all begin to acquaint yourselves with me, and with one another. Because, for the foreseeable future, you will be operating with them in what we can only call a Great Unknown."

"As I'm certain most of you know, since Arrival, the remaining hostiles have either been eradicated or successfully pushed back, beyond the Event Horizon of the Maelstroms interior. We have been given express orders to move past the quarantine, penetrate the outer Maelstrom, and successfully establish a beachhead on.. whatever is on the other side of that phenomena. That is all that has been revealed to me.. about our mission. Particulars, I have been assured, will be revealed on a need-to-know basis as the mission requires. As for your personal status, with your introduction into ARGO, you have ceased to exist. A permanent mark of M.I.A. across all our military and civilian registries."

"The reason for this, is simple. We do not know, what lies beyond a Maelstroms center. But we can rest assured, in the knowledge that we have been called here to get results, and those results will come at the highest of price. That is one of the reasons ARGO is an all-volunteer outfit. No one, not I or the man next to you, can promise that we all will make home alive. For all that we know, we are marching into the Valley of the Shadow of Death, gentlemen. And should we survive, we are going to be given the toughest objectives available to complete. For we fight, so that our children, and their grandchildren, do not have to face the perils that we do. "

The Colonel concluded the opening brief with,"You have been selected for notable excellence displayed in combat on the battlefield or in training. And I look forward to serving with each and everyone of you. If any of you have questions, you may now approach me. To those who don't, your dismissed till 0500, when the Operation commences. I would suggest you get your final affairs in order, and grab a quick bite to eat. Hot food will be a luxury where we're going."

* * *


Were it only to have stopped there... Across this bridge to another world, events of equal magnitude unfold. And at the center of them, was an island. A unremarkable rock in the grand scheme of either worlds measure. But how Fate loves to ride on dark horses. Over time, this little land would play host to the permanent focus both worlds. But we are getting ahead of ourselves.

At the time, Britannia found itself plagued by an invasion of its own making. To the South, High Queen Terembor and her Engalian host made readied for War against the Dwarf Confederation. Bankrupted of wealth and glory, the nation fractured by factions, the Sovereign Haldrada sought to establish unity at home through a Crusade against the old Engalian foe.

Back at home Unrest and turmoil were in the air, spreading the foul stench of sedition across the four corners of the Engalian Kingdom. And rogue and rake did profit from it. Oh how did they profit! With the likes of the Land-Pirate Bohanyon and his merry band of miscreants in control of the highways, reaping the reward of having the road-marshals and town guards off at war. Why the more pillage to the plunderer!

But our story here starts elsewhere. To the far East of the island. Across the grey ocean waves of The Narrow Sea, where a determined Princess did sail. Aboard a fast and flinty ship, she found herself and the crew pursued by a relentless Darkness.




Early Dawn; 20th An Arialun of Ciresaél, 1747th Y.T.R.
Æsir; The Narrow Sea, East of the Engalian Changla; Aboard the Centuri Sound
Princess Sheera Terembor


The erratic course the square-rigged sailing frigate was traveling was entirely intentional, not the product of injury, but of a desperate desire to avoid what lay behind it. Long, enchanted arrow bolts gouged lapped hungrily at the ships sides The magic contained in them threw a multi-hued glow over the ship as they flew, before falling on the ship or the sea, releasing their magical energy in brilliant explosions of colorful destruction. One of those probing, seeking bolts succeeded in touching the running ship, striking its main mast. Knife like fragments of wooden splinters and iron shrapnel flew out in every direction. The moans of wounded Elven Marines and Dwarven Sailors intermingled with wooden groan of the Centuri itself, as the split mast tumbled forward, landing alongside the ship and sea with a dreaded crash.

The source of those multiple bolts suddenly drew into view -- a hulking galleon, its massive forecastle bristling with a myriad of catapults, ballista and other heavy weapons. Light ceased to shine down upon the decks of the Centuri, as the top most sail from the galleon blocked out the sun as it moved to close with the now helpless frigate. Intermittent explosions, gaping holes and flashes of fires could be seen in the spaces of the Centuri which had taken similar hits. Amid the cold watery waves, the galleon snuggled up alongside its wounded pray.

Another distant explosion shook the ship -- but it certainty didn't feel distant to Sheera Terembor and Jalria Urwen. The next concussion almost threw them both to the floor of the ships center hold, where the Princess and her bodyguard had retreated to. Accompanying the last attack the fled the ships mast, and summary battle on the top deck, a persistent creaking of the ships timbers that spoke of its forward motion, had suddenly ceased. The only sounds now were the muffled clanging, cries of battle, and the crackling of small fires above deck. Jarlia turned her beautiful, if hood-covered face toward the sounds above. Gracefully pointed ears listening, straining intently, to hear the creaking sound.

"They've stopped us." The bleak, but accepting tone of the Princess confirmed the unvoiced thoughts of Urwen.

"Indeed, m'lady," replied the Royal bodyguard, running her tongue over her dry lips nervously. "I don't think they'll be an escape for us this time."

"Good," declared Sheera, a steely quality entering her voice. "I would love to meet the pirate audacious enough to set raid to a Engalian royal ship."

He was almost 3 meters high, allowing him clear view over the raging battle between the ships defenders and his attacking borders. The deck planks groaned under him, between body and armor, he weighed in at 28 stone. Or 400 pounds. A dark and heavy cloak flowed at his back, and a pale face that had more scars than skin was held beneath a black and gold helm -- a Vampire was an awesome sight to behold, more so, when one was of Ork blood. Fear followed in his footsteps of all Vampires. But a cloud of malice and malevolence clung tight about this particular one. Strong enough to make his own hardened troops back away skittishly, making mutterings of 'curses' and 'evil', even as they went about their own work of murder. The Centuri's once-resolute crew ceased resisting, a few breaking and running in panicked flight of the hulking armored mass.

"Ak-Dovurak... The Monster of Myelthemar.." whispered one of the Elf Marine officers. Now he knew with certainty that resistance was futile. For if the Field Master of the Lumen's Immortal Guard were here, then there was little the Centuri could do but strike colors, and surrender.



Early Dawn; 20th An Arialun of Ciresaél, 1747th Y.T.R.
Æsir; Engalia, Britannia; South of the Fields of Royal Crew, Town of Falonde
Lord Dokrun Bitterblade


The light of an early dawn shone off the silver and gold helm of Dokrun Bitterblade. Standing atop a cresting hill, it gave the Lord General of the Continental Army an excellent view of the Engalian's latest prize before him. A small, country town. Upon which, as single granite obelisk peaked out from it. He and his forces had landed upon the island shores a day ago. It had been a mere few hours since the last of their troops had disembarked the sea transports, and begun their march into the Kingdom's interior

"One more castle to sack my lord, one less milestone to Londinium." The Army's second, another noble dwarf, echoed his General's thoughts.

A wolfish smile stretched out beneath the Dokrun's prominent beard.

"Sound assembly."

Shortly after, a loud blaring of bagpipes and deep thumping of drums meld with the cadence of armor clanking and marching feet rang out across the fields, as Dwarven regiments of footmen and mounted knights assumed their position on the field, readying for battle.
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0440hrs; Wednesday, May 20th, 1942 A.D.
Earth; Berlin, Germany; Camp Argus, A.E.F Command Compound and Headquarters, 1Km from the Berlin Quarantine Sector
Hauptmann Erich Barkmann, Platoon Commander


At the table where he sat, a young panzer commander sat with his crew, accompanied by several British men who had no other place to sit. It was rather tense between the two parties, but then one of the English soldiers brought out a small wooden box; a radio. Turning it on, a popular song for both sides began playing softly as they settled together. The calming music and the soothing voice of the singer put them at ease, and small talk began to start, to which the young man holding the rank of Hauptmann joined in once it appeared all was good.

The mess was packed, and it only got rowdier once the soldier turned the volume of the radio up slightly. Several warriors of multiple different nations began to sing together in rough harmony, laughing as they took part in the icebreaking event. Looking up at the sight through his dark grey eyes, the Hauptmann couldn't help but smile.

"This is all interesting, ja?" he wondered aloud to the Tommy beside him. The man nodded in agreement, puffing on a cigar that had long been burning. There was a thin cloud of smoke lingering in the ceiling, which made the platoon commander slightly uneasy, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. It reminded him of the smell of bunsen burners.

After around five minutes, the room was silenced with the entrance of a Deutsch commander. The radio was stashed away once more, and any sign that there was a moment of happiness had washed away. It was time to take things seriously. When the speakers echoed the Colonel's voice and said Colonel looked quite startled, the Hauptmann scowled, his head shaking in mind only. He's a nervous wreck.

He then began explaining the situation, which put the young man's head into action. He started planning possibilities and how he would lead his men out of trouble. He wanted to protect them, no matter what country they were from. Once they were under his command, they were his responsibility, and he'd make very well sure that they made it out alive to see their families once more. Whatever the cost.

When the Colonel finished, the Hauptmann stood up, giving the man a military salute. Never in his right mind did the tank commander give a Nazi salute, unless protocol absolutely demanded it. Scrambling to follow, the entire platoon which had made it into the Argo also followed suit. After putting his arm down, the commander looked at all of them without any expression, but his satisfaction in their discipline could be sensed. To all, except his own gunner, who had been sitting down the entire time, aimlessly watching the smoke above. "Erich, there's really no reason to salute, yes?" the man grumbled to his younger commander in their native language. Not answering, Erich simply glared at him coldly, and turned to the nearest British soldier; an officer from what the uniform appeared to be.

"Guten tag, mein Englisch freund. Might I ask for your name and what unit you came from?" He asked simply, to which the man raised an eyebrow, but replied curiously, "Theodore Mills, 13/18th Hussars." Erich smiled, instantly having a thought on his mind. "You come from a unit with a history of uncertainty. Uncertainty similar to that we're about to face." The man simply stared at him in awe. "Do explain, mate." Grinning with a glint of light in his eye, Erich coughed once into his hand, and then recited in a melodious and proud bard's voice:

"When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!"
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Postby The Starlight » Sat Aug 22, 2015 12:52 pm

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Early Dawn; 20th An Arialun of Ciresaél, 1747th Y.T.R.
Æsir; Engalia, Britannia; Londinium
High Queen Irithren Terembor


The High Queen of Engalia sighed, a map outstretched upon the table before her, a group of aides and generals surrounding her, informing the Queen of their situation. Upon discovery of the Dwarves on her land, she had assembled the war council. And now, in a room below the palace, they planned and plotted.

"Generals. What is the situation here?" she asked, looking at the labeled map of Britannia.

General Haldor III, Commander of the Engalian armies, spoke first. "My queen, our scouts have informed us that are around 30,000 Dwarves. They landed yesterday, we've just received reports that they sailed completely around Englacia, and I assume that they will begin an actual assault there soon. The 30,000 Dwarves are heavily equipped, with siege equipment. This was a masterstroke, my queen, long in the making and executed brilliantly." Irithren lifted an eyebrow out that, but let him continue. "They are approaching Falonde as we speak, and military strategy suggests that they will use it as a landing point and base, with their final target being Londinium. Our advantage is that we know the land better them and if we can drive them from Falonde we can set the stage of the battles until we've pushed back to the beaches."

"How many elves do we have mustered currently?" Irithren asked, assessing the map.

"5,000 Elven Swords, 6,000 Elven Light Archers, 1,000 Elven Defenders and 500 Mounted Knights of the Realm. Along with, of course, the North and South Guards." was the answer, the generals reading from some papers.

"So not nearly enough to ride out now and drive them back. We cannot pull the North Guard south towards Londinium, not without risking no warning of a Dragon Attack. And bringing back the South Guard would relinquish Englacia totally to the Confederation." mused the Queen, before speaking up again. "Lord Admiral. Assemble the queens-of-war and the warships. Start a blockade of the Confederation. Nothing gets in or out, and anything flying Confederation colours is to be sunk on sight. Deliver a message to Englacia, for the South Guard to assemble and patrol the border," she commanded, the Lord Admiral bowing and walking quickly out to begin immediately.

"Generals. I want those Elven Swords, the Light Archers and the Defenders within these walls within the day. Londinium cannot fall. Use the Mounted Knights to deliver messages, recall officers, inform the local population. Muster the army, and begin issuing out bows to farmers. I want at least 3,000 Elves manning each town or city in close proximity to Falonde. Sneak in some Horse Archers in behind the army, to raid any supply lanes they may set up and to pin down any forces that make it past the blockade And finally, I want a force of 30,000 here, ready to march upon the Continental Army in a fortnight. Make it happen, my lords, for we are at war," said Irithren, dismissing them.

Awhile later, Irithren stood on the balcony of her palace, watching as her city prepared for war. There was truly no city like it, she believed, with its proud walls, the buildings of stone with gardens, libraries, markets and fountains. But that all had to be halted now, for war was upon them, and Irithren Terembor would not be the Queen who was defeated by the Confederation.
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Londinium, Engalia
Emperor Tiberius Justinianus Telerius Augustus

"Chaos..." Tiberius thought to himself, while looking at a pile of messages atop his desk "It seems the whole of Europa is on an inexorable march towards utter chaos." That pile of messages contained news from every corner of Europa; Tiberius had eyes and ears all throughout the continent, keeping him apprised of any happenings which might effect the Empire for better or for worse. Most messages arrived via carrier pigeon, while the most sensitive information was transmitted magically from other Magi in the Empire to Tiberius' Companion, the powerful Magus Titus Aurelius. Unfortunately, all the messages that have found their way onto his desk recently have decidedly been for worse. The rebellion in Engawa had brought many valuable Imperial trade routes in Cartha Reach to a virtual standstill, infighting between Centaur warlords was wreaking havoc in the Equine Khanate, the Dwarven Confederation and Engalians were on the brink of war, and perhaps most ominously many of his spies in the Occido Imperium had stopped reporting in and the few that were still reporting were not painting a pretty picture of the situation there. A number of reports suggest they might be building up their forces in violation of the Treaty of Five Nations, but they were not yet able to provide any concrete evidence.

After taking a deep breath, Tiberius stood up from his desk and walked to a nearby window. He was currently in the Queen's Palace in Londinium, attempting to convince the Dwarves to attend peace talks which he offered to mediate. As he gazed down upon the streets below, he suddenly noticed a number of Engalian soldiers running about, with many grouping together into battle formations. Outside his door, he could hear the hurried footsteps and clanging armor of soldiers running through the Palace halls. "This can't be good..." he thought to himself. He quickly threw on his chainmail, put the Imperial Sword in its sheath on his hip, and exited the room. Two of his Companions, Gustav Linder and Kakuei Tadayoshi, were standing guard outside his door, and saluted him as he stepped outside.

"Do either of you know what's going on?" he asked

"No, sir" Gustav replied "But whatever it is it certainly has alot of folks here very riled up."

"Best we find out what it is than" Tiberius replied "You two see what you can find out from the Palace guards, I'll speak with the Queen."

The two saluted then turned around to carry out their orders, while Tiberius proceeded down the hallway until he found one of the warriormaidens of the Queen's Company.

"Salve" he said to the elven warrior as he approached her "Could you inform the Queen I wish to speak with her?"

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Brusia wrote:Aesir
Londinium, Engalia
Emperor Tiberius Justinianus Telerius Augustus

"Chaos..." Tiberius thought to himself, while looking at a pile of messages atop his desk "It seems the whole of Europa is on an inexorable march towards utter chaos." That pile of messages contained news from every corner of Europa; Tiberius had eyes and ears all throughout the continent, keeping him apprised of any happenings which might effect the Empire for better or for worse. Most messages arrived via carrier pigeon, while the most sensitive information was transmitted magically from other Magi in the Empire to Tiberius' Companion, the powerful Magus Titus Aurelius. Unfortunately, all the messages that have found their way onto his desk recently have decidedly been for worse. The rebellion in Engawa had brought many valuable Imperial trade routes in Cartha Reach to a virtual standstill, infighting between Centaur warlords was wreaking havoc in the Equine Khanate, the Dwarven Confederation and Engalians were on the brink of war, and perhaps most ominously many of his spies in the Occido Imperium had stopped reporting in and the few that were still reporting were not painting a pretty picture of the situation there. A number of reports suggest they might be building up their forces in violation of the Treaty of Five Nations, but they were not yet able to provide any concrete evidence.

After taking a deep breath, Tiberius stood up from his desk and walked to a nearby window. He was currently in the Queen's Palace in Londinium, attempting to convince the Dwarves to attend peace talks which he offered to mediate. As he gazed down upon the streets below, he suddenly noticed a number of Engalian soldiers running about, with many grouping together into battle formations. Outside his door, he could hear the hurried footsteps and clanging armor of soldiers running through the Palace halls. "This can't be good..." he thought to himself. He quickly threw on his chainmail, put the Imperial Sword in its sheath on his hip, and exited the room. Two of his Companions, Gustav Linder and Kakuei Tadayoshi, were standing guard outside his door, and saluted him as he stepped outside.

"Do either of you know what's going on?" he asked

"No, sir" Gustav replied "But whatever it is it certainly has alot of folks here very riled up."

"Best we find out what it is than" Tiberius replied "You two see what you can find out from the Palace guards, I'll speak with the Queen."

The two saluted then turned around to carry out their orders, while Tiberius proceeded down the hallway until he found one of the warriormaidens of the Queen's Company.

"Salve" he said to the elven warrior as he approached her "Could you inform the Queen I wish to speak with her?"

Aesir
Londinium, Engalia

High Queen Irithren Terembor

The elven warriormaiden nodded, walking off, a hand on her sheathed sword to keep it from slapping on her thigh. She returned swiftly, nodding to the Emperor. "High Queen Irithren is ready and able to receive you, my lord Emperor, if you would follow me." She led him up the winding stairs of the palace to Irithren's palace, the elven warriormaiden announcing his entrance to the Queen before departing to her earlier position.

Irithren turned, seeing Tiberius. "Emperor Tiberius. This morning, our scouts reported that 30,000 forces of the Dwarven Confederation landed on the mainland yesterday, and since proceeded to attack the town of Falonde, not too far from Londinium. There is no other way to receive this as an act of war. And thus, I have ordered the mustering of our armies. Engalia goes to war," she said, sighing.

"I had hoped that the Confederation would accept your peace talks, but if reports from Englacia are true, there are too many factions competing for power. And thus, the Confederation hopes to regain unity by attacking their ancient enemies and reclaiming lost land."
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Postby Brusia » Sun Aug 23, 2015 9:24 am

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Aesir
Londinium, Engalia
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Tiberius shook his head as Irithren finished informing him of the situation.

"This is bold" he responded "Even for the Dwarves. Surely they know they risk war with Teleria and Mereda with such an unprovoked attack, and in their state they can't possibly hope to win a war on three fronts on their own." Tiberius looked out over the balcony at the city for a moment, watching the Engalian soldiers preparing themselves for war before continuing "And how could the Dwarves manage to assemble a force of 30,000 without my spies knowing of it, then sail that entire force across the Channel without alerting your fleet? The Confederation isn't exactly renowned for its subtlety, and their magic capabilities are inferior to those of our elven nations..." Tiberius then brought his hand up to face, and rubbed his chin, thinking deeply about the situation. As he did, he remembered something about the letters he had read earlier that morning; more specifically something about the letters he didn't receive.

When he began to resume speaking to Irithren, his countenance took on a decidedly more worried appearance "Lately I have stopped getting reports from many of my sources in the Occido Imperium, and based upon today's events I fear the timing cannot be a coincidence. For the Dwarves to manage to get their forces here without our knowing, and to risk going to war with all the elven nations, the Dwarves must have a powerful ally and I fear that ally may be the Occido Imperium." He looked down for a moment and shook his head before again continuing "For now though, I suppose this is mere speculation. Concerning the matter at hand, I will order Tribunos Septimus to ready the Invictus Battalion and my Varangian Guard contingent for battle. When the Dwarven force arrives, I will attempt to parley with their Commander, and inform him that attacking Londinium as long as I am here will be considered an act of war against the Telerian Empire. If he attacks anyway, as I fear he will, I and my men will fight alongside you."
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0300hrs; May 20th, 1942
Berlin, Germany; Last Guard Tower aka "Post Sector Zero" less than 1 Km from the Maelstorm
SS-Hauptsturmführer Gerard de Brassard.


Night.

How simple it is, filled with darkness and the light of the moon, as well as the stars blinking their white eyes at the people and beings of this world.The woods are more complex. In-cased by trees and cliffs of the nearby mountains, creatures are sheltered by nature. Yet, people seek to destroy the woods; the entire world, the peace. Gerard de Brassard could be considered such a man but there are worse things out there, or better say in there; at the Maelstorm. His units composed mostly from Frenchmen of the SS Division "Charlemagne". The replaced the previous guards six days ago. Orders for them was to stay on standby until further notice.

"Schießen!" A man yelled. "It's fucking raining again"

"Hey Ludwig! Wake up Philip will ya! We have to get going! Our replacement is here. We won't be stuck here for long." The blonde grunted and waved his hand at the man who spoke to him, and rose out of the comfort of the cot that was inside his tent. The other man only muttered an "alright alright, I'm up!" and rubbed his baby blue eyes free of sleep that edged every corner. Feeling his blonde hair in his eyes, he reached up and smoothed them back. He could put in gel later when he'd see he will be back at the barracks after the replacement. Philip rose to his feet and clicked his heels together as an impulse before grabbing and putting on his uniform, including boots and helmet. He stepped out of the tent, looking at his comrades that were doing expectation on the MG-42; checking the ammo & weapon's condition. At once, his eyes met his commander Gerard, who was tying his boot up. Seeing his commander, Philip chuckled and finished, walking over to the taller greyish commander.

"Morgen, Philip! I'm glad that Fredrick woke you! It's almost time to get rid of this feral frau situation." Gerard nodded as he put a cigar out of his pocket and light it up, he stretched one last time before standing at the entrance to the main part of the forest that was just getting filtered with light. He turned on his heel to the soldiers and barked out a command with Fredrick by his side. "Ok people you know the drill. Check your ammo and weapons. Give your extra ammo and grenades to your replacement. Now we wait for the patrol."

"AAAAchtung!" Ludwig said jokingly against the little crowd that appeared to be the patrol which stopped on a perfect line saluted their commander; Gerard, like wooden blocks in unbroken rows. Gerard saluted them back. They left their line and changed ammo, checked weapons and talked to each other for a bit.

Philip was following the others until he stopped for a moment and looked to his commander was exhaling his smoke. He asked him, "Sir, you coming with us?"

Gerard looked at him, he was deep within his thoughts every time he looked at the end of the road which seemed endless. He couldn't stop thinking about what lies there. The only thing he knew that their duty - his duty - was important to the Reich. He knew little about these Maelstorms and less of what came out of these "things". They trusted him upon this task due to his discretion and he preferred to keep it that way. He came here to the outpost; one of the few around this secluded area hours ago at the dark of night.

"No, I will stay here for some hours. Just tell to the barrack's cook to send food; I issued the order." Philip didn't say anything, he only saluted and left.

Gerard looked at the newcomers. He knew half of these men, many fought with him for some time in Afrika. He used his best commanding harsh voice, one that still thrusted icy needles into the men's spine."Alright gentlemen! Today is the day YOU show ME a demonstration of what you made of. Half of you" he paused for a moment.." you already know me and the rest are surprised to be under the command of a Frenchmen of all that. That doesn't matter because we are all here to serve the Führer and his rightful cause ." Gerard turned to the woods and stands looking, the group seemed to notice that as well.

"Well, you know we are here to guard this sector from the inside and not from outside threats. But may I remind you gentlemen that you already have been informed on need-to-know-basis about this situation that has been developed here. We are not allowed to talk to anyone about this or else you buy yourself a ticked to a convict battalion to the frontlines in Afrika. Now then, we are not allowed anyone to pass unless, I repeat - UNLESS they have authorization papers. You shoot anything out of the ordinary or a foreign operative as a last option and try not any of our own. Now on your duties men."

And they listened to his command. The patrols packed up & left for their duties while the soldiers behind got either to guard duty or got to clean the toilets. Suddenly a very cold breeze came from the center of the zone. He looked at the sky as more lighting seemed to be gathered there but he dismissed it as a sign of danger but rather that even nature feels that "whole" out of it's element.
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Postby TriStates » Sat Aug 29, 2015 11:45 am

0510hrs; Wednesday, May 20th, 1942 A.D.
Earth; Berlin, Germany; 1 Km from the Berlin Quarantine Sector
Leuitenant Colonel Heinrich Luebeck, A.E.F. Supreme Commander


The rain was coming down harder, if that seemed possible. In the 10 minutes it took the ARGO Expeditionary Force to assemble, many of the 400 man had received a cold, celebratory soaking by the Maelstroms outer cloud banks. Soldiers sat huddled in their troop trucks, soaking but thankful for the cover above their heads. Thanking their assignment roster that they hadn't been slotted for seating in a open-air half-track. Those poor, wet bastards.

Colonel Luebeck was at the head of the column in his command car. A hard-top Kublewagon that still bore the khaki tan and palm tree of the Afrika Korps. Many of the German vehicles assigned to the A.E.F. had been pulled, found or scourged from every nook and cranny the Heer and the Wehrmacht looked in. The German groups single Panzer IV had been pulled from some motor pool in the Eastern Front. Its base winter camouflage was mixed with a haphazardly added collage of colors during its rush to Camp Argus. The resulting dream-sequence pattern of green-grey stripes and white dots was the source of much amusement among the infantry ranks. German and otherwise.

Glancing down at his watch briefly, the Colonel took a deep breath as he read the time in his head. Luebeck looked up briefly, gazing at the road that would lead them to the center of the Maelstrom. Past the hastily erected walls, gates and barricades that encircled the Quarantine Zone, lay their destination.

With one last look at his watch, the commandant of the A.E.F. gave a nod.

"Lets go."

Seconds after, the hard pitter-patter of the rain was joined by the low rumble of trucks, cars, motorcycles, and tanks as their engines were brought to life. The sound increased to a loud roar, drowning out the rain, as the military convoy began to move forward. From their position, the approach to the Maelstroms center was a straight shot. Most of the obstacles that would have blocked progresses had been destroyed by tenacious fighting in the time after the Arrival. Derbies of buildings, and burned out vehicles had been meticulously removed from the convoy's path by German Army Pioneers. What remained could easily be traversed or avoided by the convoy.

The convoy itself was in the shape of an arrow, with each group withing the force making their way in three columns, single file across the Berlin ruins. The Japanese held the forward position, with the Germans in the center and the British to the rear. To either flank, the American and Russian forces were located. It was in this formation that the A.E.F. hoped to breach the Maelstrom, as it approached Post Sector Zero One
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0520hrs; Wednesday, May 20th, 1942 A.D.
Earth; Berlin, Germany; 1 Km from the Berlin Quarantine Sector
Hauptmann Erich Barkmann, Platoon Commander


Under the heavy rain they drove, Erich sitting inside his buttoned up Panzer Kampfwagen IV Ausführung G. The vehicle had been assigned to him upon promotion as Hauptmann, and he saw brief action in North Africa with it. As such, it was painted in pure khaki, contrasting against the dreary skies of Berlin greatly. If he had the chance, he would've had it changed back to its original grey, but time wasn't available when the world depended on them. Looking through the slits in the turret, he could see infantry sections being transported inside Hanomags, only covered from the weather by canopies installed, and those were only the ones also from the desert front. Those who still bore white camouflage were open to the elements, drenching the soldiers on board.

Putting his cap back on, Erich opened the hatch, needing a better view of what surrounded him. To his rear, there was the platoon he was leading. Being the best, they were placed at the front, but were basically hodgepodge of random armored vehicles. Looking to his right, there were Russians. Not having fought them, only reading news reels, he didn't hold any grudges against the Communists. However, looking to the left, the American tankers made him grit his teeth. One of them, supposedly a recon unit commander, caught him looking, and gave him a bitter look. "What's up, kraut? Need something?" Erich stayed silent, looking over the tank under the Capitalist's command. It was an M5 light tank, something rather new and was only encountered a few times by the Afrika Korps. Nonetheless, the weapon it used wasn't anywhere near as deadly compared to the 7,5cm KwK 40 L/43 that Erich's panzer employed.

"Nothing, Amerikaner," Erich replied smugly, "just wondering just how petty your country was to make a panzer that can only kill trucks." The American's face turned to anger, and he brought his fist to the air. "This Stuart's got more punch than that shit you call a tank! But I don't think you can hear that over all the engine problems!" It was Erich's turn to become furious. "I'll have you know that the Panzer 4 rarely has engine damage, that's the Tiger für gotts sake!" He then put his arms up while shrugging sarcastically. "But what can I expect from Americans who can't read?"

After which it became an all out argument between the two tankers, with their crews taking part as the drivers tried to keep focus with moving forwards. Several more crews took part, and eventually even the close by British and Russian tankers were in on it.
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The Kitsune and her Great Guard were busily loading the Empress and her things onto a sailing junk to flee the country. Over the past two months, rebel forces had chased her from the capital in the deasert halfway accross the country to Chengxi, a major port city, and laid siege to it. Though the city was safe and could hold out for months, Ishwari wasn't taking any chances. Four naval junks would act as escorts and protect her untill she reached Engalia, where she planned to set up a government in exile, gather an army, and destroy the rebellion. After some time, The ships were sent sailing into the open sea, while a prince was left in Chengxi to recieve orders from her.
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Postby Brusia » Sun Aug 30, 2015 1:51 pm

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Berlin, Germany
Captain John Callahan


Captain Callahan was sitting in the passenger seat of a Willy's Jeep and, like most of his men who were stuck in open air halftracks, was completely soaked. By simply looking at these men though, one could scarcely tell, as they seemed almost completely unfazed by the rain falling all around them. Considering their training, their response (or lack thereof) to the rain was hardly surprising. Most of the men who comprised the American Expeditionary Force were from the First Ranger Battalion and had received intense commando training, while the rest were either operating vehicles or had fought in the Pacific, where they had become accustomed to pouring rain.

When Colonel Luebeck gave the order to go, Callahan ordered his driver move forward and motioned towards the other vehicle drivers, informing them that it was time to move out. As the convoy drove steadily toward the center of the Maelstrom, Callahan looked at the debris which surrounded him. As bad as the damage the Maelstrom had caused in D.C. was, it paled in comparison to this. Outside of those people in the convoy, there didn't appear to be a single living soul as far as the eye could see; the destruction here was absolute, the scale of the devastation scarcely imaginable. Whole sections of the city were reduced to little more than ash and rubble.

The surrounding ruin only helped to further his resolve, serving as a demonstration of what might happen to cities all over the globe if the Expedition failed in its task. It was clear they must succeed to prevent this from ever happening again, no matter the cost. And so, with steeled resolve, Captain Callahan proceeded alongside the rest of the Expedition readying himself for their descent into the Maelstrom.
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0400hrs; May 20th, 1942
Berlin, Germany; Last Guard Tower aka "Post Sector Zero" less than 1 Km from the Maelstorm
SS-Hauptsturmführer Gerard de Brassard.


The sound of water, felt Gerard's ears, it was still night. It will take many hours still for the sun to rise.

They were hunting a figure that appeared to be female near the "Post". He had called up some men from the barracks to hunt down the women who seemed to came from within the quarantine zone but Gerard dismissed this; he thought this was a breach and he will deal this accordingly.

"There she is!" Ludwig shouted pointing somewhere into the woods.

"Get her!" ordered Gerard to his men. All sixteen of them.

The shadow although fled, darting into the woods. Her footsteps were soft and made only small "tmp" noises. She ran for her life, maneuvering with a relative ease through the trees, hills, streams, and rock piles she called "roosts". She turned and saw the men were close behind, but not by much. The girl scrambled up a large tree and hid in the dark swaying boughs. The men paused and looked around, shouting orders in German or French. She was safe. For now.

Ludwig panted for breath and headed for his commander. The commander crossed his arms and sighed in anger. "Sir...ve lost her. For now. Ve're going to the camp near here, about 15 paces north to call reinforcements. You vait here in case she comes back zis vay." Gerard nodded and stood with his back to the tree. The feral child watched him, and didn't see the commander. Just heard his voice while giving orders and smelled his musky scent. She waited an hour before climbing down the tree quietly. She managed to avoid the blonde and go deeper into the forest.

Geard and the remaining men wouldn't wait for reinforcements. They were going to follow this female and question her and then kill her. Time passed, and she finally climbed up another tree. She had to keep moving no matter what. But as fate would have it, she decided to clamber down her perch and head for the hill. She would have made her way there if Ludwig and his men hadn't arrived in front of her. She gasped and made a run for it. The German gasped and ran after her."Vait! I von't hurt you! I promise! Come back!" he shouted, and caught her, pinning the dirty blonde girl to the tree.

"Let me go! I can't understand a thing you say!" she screeched and snapped at him like a dog, baring her sharpened teeth from her diet of caribou. He grimaced at her bared teeth and took deep breaths.

English, what the hell? A British agent & a girl of all that penetrated the Quarantine Zone. MY Quarantine Zone under my watch. thought in shock Gerard. "Listen to me Mädchen...I will hurt you if you don't surrender. Choose your words & actions wisely" he answered in perfect English.

She growled and snapped at him again but surprised hearing the man answering back at English.. "Why should I believe you? You are one of them! And you don't have swords or bows to stop but those sticks!".

Sticks? Is she talking about guns? Gerard felt a bit stupid. Then the girl humped from the tree and run towards an abandoned shack. The men gathered around the building, surrounding all possible exits. Gerard nodded to Ludwig to break & entry. The girl has nowhere to go. Before they could go in the door blown up, as if a grenade had exploded but the wall didn't which was quite but nevertheless they got in from both the windows and the door. "Get on your knees, you crazy bitch!" he cried, kicking her on her side. She coughed from the blow to the rib, but managed to place herself on her knees. Her arms crossed over her chest in an X, trying to keep the blanket over her shoulders from blowing away in the harsh wet winds.

Her brown hair kept blowing in the way, but she clearly saw who was in front of her; a member & an officer of the SS, with little regard for human life. Her gaze locked with Ludwig's, his clear blue eyes were bloodshot. He broke the gaze however, when his boss ordered the minor soldier to leave his presence and see the rest of the men. A soldier hit her with his K98 from the back of her head.




The truck pulled to a stop just outside the walls of Post Zero, steam filling the air as the last groan of the locomotive sounded. The SS soldiers waited impatiently in a line, their guns resting at the ready in their arms to escort the prisoner into the camp. The shipment appeared to have waken up, she started to resist fiercly but she wasn't the only problem. His men reported to have seen an armored column coming near the Post. This gets better and better. sighed Gerard. Many of the guards stomped around impatiently, knowing that this might be their last day and the only thing that stopped them from returning to their recreational time was the few hundreds of of apparent "attackers". A group of Brits, Germans, Americans & Soviets were on their way here, maybe an anti-Nazi coup was launched in the capital and now they are coming to shoot us for being members of the SS.

They didn't have much of heavy equipment to counter the enemy tanks. They only had a Panzerabwehrkanone 40 or a Pak 40 of 75 mil. A Panzer 35(t), a SdKfz 4 (Gleisketten-Lastkraftwagen or chain-track truck) with rocket launcher & two Sd.Kfz. 251's. Nothing can stop them but they could at least slow them down.

"Have you reached command?" Gerard asked Philip.

"No Sir. Nothing at all. This fucking weather can't help us reach command any time soon or this could have been an anti-Nazi coup as you theorize and they come to put us to the block for being SS members and French as well.

"Sir come and see this. She is an albino" Ludwig shouted, he brought the woman near them. Her clothes seemed to come from an older era which he only saw on the theaters during a re-enactment of a previous century. The woman had pointed ears but she was cut loose before he could examine her further. She took a small knife and cut his face a bit, that would leave a scar started to get out of his cheek, warm and red. She spitted on his face. "That was a big mistake girl, now you shall pay the consequences for this action you just committed" he grinned with anger and extended his left hand and a man threw his own MP-40; loaded and ready. He didn't hesitate, he armed and shot her. Five shots in total, he dropped to the ground bleeding from both her wounds and her mouth.

So beautiful yet so fragile. He looked to his men "The end of a rope will show to these renegades a message not to mess with us. Hung her atop the tower so that she can visauble from a good distance". The men took her, struggling to live. But not for long as they hunged her.

He made a signal and the Pak-40 made one shot as the first vehicle that was near them.....
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1 km from the Berlin Quarantine Sector, Berlin, Germany, Earth
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The day was absolutely dreary. It was the early morning, the weather was awful, and the tank crew of the M5 the Army brought and the Heer's Panzer IV were arguing half a metre away. Frustrated, Cyril just tucked his head in and tried to tune out all the surrounding noise. It was beginning to work, when the sound of distant artillery fire jolted his head up.

"What was that?" Cyril asked.

One of the more experienced passengers of the M3 half-track said, "Looks like the Jerries are firing their cannons. Better not be at us."

Still nervous about the sound of guns firing, Cyril decided to yell over the rain at the commander of the Panzer IV. "German tank commander! Are your countrymen shooting at us?"
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Republic of Hasgriu wrote:Still nervous about the sound of guns firing, Cyril decided to yell over the rain at the commander of the Panzer IV. "German tank commander! Are your countrymen shooting at us?"

0525hrs, 20 May, 1942 AD
900m from the Berlin Quarantine Sector, Berlin, Germany, Earth
Hauptmann Erich Barkmann, Platoon Commander


Looking over to the rear of the M5, Erich noticed someone trying to speak to him about gun firing. "Of course not, Amerikaner grenadier, but would you like to have a go?" He replied, asking sarcastically, "This seventy-five milli could use some target practice, and if you'd like I can show you how it works!" The crew chuckled inside, especially the gunner, who popped out of the hatch, and added, "Would you like Ay-Pee or Aich-Ee, mein freund?" There was a roar of laughter from the crew once more, and Erich smirked. They weren't at war as of the moment anymore, but they could still fight through words.

0525hrs, 20 May, 1942 AD
890m from the Berlin Quarantine Sector, Berlin, Germany, Earth
Sergeant Fauna Pool, Armored Recon


Her eye twitching, the 'American' tank commander slammed her fist onto the turret of her vehicle. She didn't look like a woman however, and only her crew knew of her true identity. Known as Felix Pool with his excellent British impersonation, she was in fact a British female now under the service of the American armed forces. Despite being a Brit, she still felt insulted by the way the German commander was treating her and her fellow comrades, but before she could reply, she had also noticed the booming noise of an anti-tank gun echo through the dreary rain. "No, seriously Jerry, there's someone firing on u-" There was a screeching noise followed by a vibration throughout the street, and suddenly one of the Japanese vehicles was jolted violently. "What the fu- Al, turn the turret twenty degrees to the left, quick!"

The gun was quickly aimed down, and Fauna grabbed her sniper scope from its pocket. The German commander also turned his vehicle's turret, and they both quickly sought out the enemy. "Identified, 75mm PaK 40!" the German shouted over to Fauna, and she nodded in acknowledgment. "Al, fire HE!" Both the American and German tanks fired at the source of the shot, their crews quickly reloading to fire off another. "Steady!"
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Postby Slakonian » Sat Sep 05, 2015 2:23 pm

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0527hrs; May 20th, 1942
Berlin, Germany; Last Guard Tower aka "Post Sector Zero" less than 1 Km from the Maelstorm
SS-Hauptsturmführer Gerard de Brassard.


3...4..5. 5 shots of HE munitions. Those are the shots he counted by the army in front of him.

The PAK 40 misfired near the first vehicle making a big hole next to it but leaving both the vehicle and it's crew unscathed. 'They' returned 5 HE shots also misfired and waited.
Stange. Very strange, as if they want to know our intentions; my intentions. He crossed his hands, the weather seemed to go worst by the minute as the sound of the thunder above echoed across the forest.

He too waited for a time. For the rest of the patrols to return and take positions on the right and left of 'They' formation. If there was one good trait Brassard had, that was diligence and with it comes patience. He walked forward, with a loudspeaker near him brought by his men.

"Hello hello!" he greeted them by waving his left hand. I am SS-Hauptsturmführer Gerard de Brassard and commander of this garrison. May I your little visit was quite unexpected as none had informed us. Especially I may note the lack of SS personnel accompany you AND of course the esteemed company of our ENEMIES and ALL OF THEM to say the least. If you think that the SS is going to fight against the Führer then you are clearly wrong." his men started to approach in their positions near the column. While an ADGZ with a T-26 model 1933 turret, the last vehicle came to reinforce them. "So? What is it going to be? Bring me you leader to parlay with me or we can make a standoff right here & now. Your pathetic little army will suffer for we are the SS, the Führer best."

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Postby Republic of Hasgriu » Tue Sep 08, 2015 7:49 pm

Cyril sighed, and added the German crew's taunts to the list of things to ignore. He returned to trying to block out the rain, but was once again interrupted by another, much close and louder explosion. This time, it was the sound of one of the shells narrowly missing the Japanese tank leading the formation.

The tank commanders began to aim their turrets at the AT gun and fired at it. However, through some stroke of luck for the targets, every single shell managed to miss. It was then that the apparent leader of the attackers, an SS officer, went on a rather cocky tirade. From the M3, Cyril could see several more vehicles come out from further out. The SS officer wanted the leader of the force, who would be Colonel Heinrich, as far as he knew, to come out and parley with him, on threat of engaging in combat. And while the garrison's vehicles were few in number and unlikely to pose a significant threat, not as much as the number of people that were going to be down with the cold and pneumonia, Cyril knew that it would be a waste of time and resources and affect the still-high tensions in the AEF and the nations of the world.
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Postby TriStates » Fri Jun 17, 2016 5:15 pm

Earth
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"HOLD YOUR FIRE!"

More than a bit rattled by the surprise attack, Lt. Colonel Rolf Luebeck managed to stumble out of the much encrusted passenger door of his Kubelwagen command car. Not waiting for the vehicle to come to a full stop, the German officer made slow headway through the knee-high mud, kneeling behind the cover of a rubble mound.

"What is going on here? What the hell is going on!?"

"Artillery barrage on our left flank, sir." The response came from a German noncom, as he surveyed the direction the sudden salvo had come from through a pair of aged field glasses.

"One of Theirs?" The Colonel's curious and commanding inquiry carried a whiff of fear. The invaders who had devastated Earth during the events of The Arrival were known to use weapons, primitive in design, but devastating in their effect. With their own strange, unheard of technology (he dare not use the word magic!). Indeed, his darkest fear would be that this Expedition were to be discovered, perhaps by a defending vanguard, before it had even breached the Maelstrom's world bridge.

"No sir.. I believe they're ours," briefly jabbing his thumb behind him, the soldier continued "No munition, fired from catapult, would make that hole. No. Those are Seventy-five -- maybe eighty-eight millimeter guns by the sound of it."

Now that was unexpected. With a scoff, he had been about to call the man a liar -- only to be interrupted by a voice, speaking nasally accepted German through a loudspeaker. At the speakers conclusion, Rolf looked about at a few soldiers gathered around him; A motley crew of Germans, British, and a few Americans.

"Ehem, well.. it seems we have a parlay set with this, gentleman of the SS. I'll need a white flag... and you men there, come with me."
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Toriga Levin, Mereda's Cavalier Corps


Drinking an alcoholic drink inside a bar in the republic, there lies Toriga and few of his comrades, discussing. Despite having a rank, well, Toriga really preferred being the one who given the task than the one who gives the task. It's not something that he likes to, after all he's a formerly unaffiliated rogue. Mereda doesn't lacking rogues, scouts, spies, but one more skilled rogue is always needed. Anyway, there are almost little to no news of anything weird...though the military always likes to improving themselves.

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1942: Berlin, Germany

Among the small group that were to join the Colonel was none other than 'Felix', content with giving temporary command to 'his' gunner, Albert and, if absolutely needed, the German that she had been bickering with earlier. She wanted to see how things went down as they negotiated with the bastard who had ordered the anti-tank guns to fire, almost hitting her vehicle and scratching the front of the lead Japanese tank; she guessed it was one of those amphibious tanks, armed with a rather mundane 37mm that was outclassed by her own vehicle's.

The Colonel was given a the pure flag of peace before they began their careful march towards the SS position. Fauna gritted her teeth in anticipation of the worse, considering that the unit's 'greeting' was not something to take lightly. If she had her way, as they had under General Patton's command, she would have ordered for a break through their flank, unloading canister rounds into the soft targets. We're here to protect our world from whatever lies beyond, and here we are wasting time on a bunch of fanatics of the Fuehrer...
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Postby Arana » Sun Jun 19, 2016 2:40 am

0030 hrs, 15 April, 1942 AD
Rome, Italy, Earth
Sottotenente Jordi Ventura, Esercito Italiano


If nothing else, Rome was beautiful. It was a city of history, of revolutionaries and dictators alike. It just so happened that the latter was the one currently in charge, and the one staring down at him from one of the many posters plastered on the wall in the alley. The damn things were everywhere in the city... Mussolini's face staring out at anyone passing by. And that was saying nothing of the gigantic replica of his face on the wall of the party headquarters... that thing was fucking creepy.

"Barceloní."

The voice came from further down the alleyway. Turning his head in its direction, his hand instinctively went to his sidearm. Barceloní... whoever it was knew his codename. Which meant that they were either his contact, or that the OVRA, the Kingdom's secret police, had finally caught up to him. He'd fought alongside a few of them in Yugoslavia... they were some of the army's worst. He almost hoped it was them, so he could take a few down with him.

"Sí. Qui ets?"

The approaching figure, a man, grinned at his response, and stepped out of the shadows. It was a younger man, maybe a few years older than Jordi was, but scrawnier and physically weaker.

"Jordi, el meu germá... have you forgotten me already?"

Squinting, Jordi took a closer look at the man, a grin coming to his face when he recognized him. The man was an old friend of his... an old FAI fighter he'd met in Barcelona. The two of them had ended up fleeing the city together in '39, and joining GL not long after. They hadn't seen each other in over a year though... it had been too long.

"So... you're the poor sucker that's replacing me, eh?"

The man grinned, and handed him a piece of paper.

"Sí... I'll be taking your place in the army while you're off on that secret mission of yours. Command wanted me to give you this, before you left."

Looking down at the paper, he frowned slightly.

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Agent Barceloní

In addition to infiltrating the Italian delegation to the Argo Expedition, you have been given additional orders. It is believed by Command that  the possibility exists of the expedition discovering some manner of power or weapon that could be appropriated for their use. If any such weapon exists, it cannot be allowed to fall into the hands of the fascists. If at all possible, your orders are to bring back any such weapon to be used to support the revolution... if this is not possible, deliver it into the hands of the Soviets or Americans, and if that too is not possible, it must be destroyed.

If Hitler, Mussolini, or Franco get their hands on such a weapon, all is lost.

Destroy this message after reading.


Well... that complicated things. Find any kind of weapon, and bring it back... or let the Soviets or Americans have it. As if... the Soviets getting their hands on anything from there was only second to the fascists getting it in terms of disaster. He'd die before he let either of them benefit in any way from the expedition. Frowning, he took a match from his pocket and lit it, using it to burn the paper to ash before tossing it aside.

"Good luck, el meu germá... you will need it.



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Less than 1km from Berlin Quarantine Sector, Berlin, Germany, Earth
Sottotenente Jordi Ventura, Argo Expeditionary Force


If Italians were fanatics when it came to their dictator, Germans were worse. What in god's name the SS were doing shooting at them, he didn't know, and he didn't particularly care. But if it meant that he had a chance to kill a few Nazi fanatics, he was all for it. Making sure his Beretta and sidearm were ready and loaded and that his knife was sharp, he got ready for combat... only to be interrupted by the sudden announcement from the other side. Blinking in disbelief, he muttered quietly to a soldier beside him.

"Fight against the Führer... who the hell do they think ordered us here?"

For fanatics, the SS sure were good at going against the orders of their beloved ass of a leader. For a moment, he still thought it might be possible to shoot a few of them... at least until Colonel Luebeck spoke. So... they were going to parlay with them. Yay. Muttering to himself, he stepped forward. As a commanding officer, however lowly ranked, he assumed the Colonel would want him to go along. Following close behind him and the others, he secretly hoped that things would break down... he'd never gotten to kill a Nazi, and he was eager to try.
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Postby Slakonian » Mon Jun 20, 2016 10:34 pm

0531hrs; May 20th, 1942
Berlin, Germany; Last Guard Tower
SS-Hauptsturmführer Gerard de Brassard.

There was some relief among his troops when the Colonel exited his Kubelwagen with a white flag given to his hand by one of the soldiers. The 'delegation party' of a mixed German, American and even a Soviet slowly approached him. Gerard in the other hand had only Ludwig by his side; he wouldn't trust a better soldier by his side and besides, these fuckers shouldn't be trusted so no men would be endangered into the open. The Hauptsturmführer had always been a paranoid man, always expecting the worse and yet this kind of erratic behavior had kept him alive. For now.

"That's close enough" said Gerard, when the Colonel had been on a hearing distance. Close enough to talk and far enough not to catch him unaware via fistfight. He made the Roman salute and Colonel saluted in the same manner which surprised him a bit. Maybe there wasn't a rebellion after all? No, he couldn't think like that right now, for all he knew this could be a ruse to make him get his guard down.The rain had seemed to ease a bit but as each drop fell it felt more colder than the previous one. No time to lose, he would continue his cocky tirade.
"So, Oberstleutnant?..."

"Oberstleutnant Rolf Luebeck" he cut in "Member of the Heer & commander of the Argo Expedition; the very unit that in front of you!" he exceptionally noted the last word. "And you are?" he asked.

"SS-Hauptsturmführer Gèrard de Brassard. Commander of this garrison also named as the Last Guard Tower. I have explicit orders not to let anyone in or out." He pointed to the freshly hanged figure; the albino(elf) he captured earlier near the Maelstrom.

"I found it fitting that the previous moment I captured a British spy next to an off-limits top-secret location and then you show up with a mixed unit of our combined enemies right into my front door without sending one someone to inform me of this. As you see I don't believe in coincidences."

The Colonel looked half surprised and half disgusted looking to the woman's apparent body but he too had noticed there was something odd with her. The combination of the medieval like clothing and the pointy ears intrigued him by the looks of it. He didn't said nothing though and why should he? Defending himself to the obviously erratically paranoid Gerard would lead to nothing more than direct confrontation with needless loss of men.

"I have no idea what spy you talk about but you obviously have not informed for our arrival, I presume you have no communication?"

Gerard straightened up himself in attention, enemy or not 'twas just a presumption so he must report back in almost a military like fashion.

"Correct Sir, our radios cannot reach a signal due to weather as cables have been cut multiple times by falling trees or even debris from bombed buildings who collapsed by this unnatural weather. So no, we had no ways to contact anyone and thus we retained to our orders and kept our routine. Is there a particular reason you would like to pass through here? As said, explicit orders from High Command itself does not allow me to let anyone pass."

The Colonel's expression showed that he wasn't very amused by listening to this, Gerard had been right to a fault: with no information of these men arrival paranoid or not, even the sanest man would have takenp recautions especially him being SS and his apparent enemies even with Germans among them not. The Colonel made a signal and there was some exchanged shouts from behind in a myriad of languages. He didn't know if the signal was pre-arranged or not, a man in total black uniform approached the two envoys with a leather bag strapped around him whose purpose was probably protecting important papers.

The man was a Gestapo agent, probably an attache to this Argo Expedition. The two men saluted each other in the roman style salute and handed a single paper, an authorization one as all letters were red instead of the normal black which showed each importance; the content was not that important but what was important these men were going to pass by the orders of the Führer.

The Colonel seemed to smiled, probably rubbing his victory on his face but he got his serious expression back up,
"We had a bad start you and I but make no mistake, I won't forget what has transpired here for good or ill. Now disperse and open the way." He proceeded to leave only to stop and turn, "And also un-hang that woman, I the British need to inspect the body to see if she really was an agent of theirs..." and then it was when the man really left to reach his vehicle.

Gerard kept his imperious composure still, silently he made a signal for his men to get their weapons down. The men who hid on either side of the road by the hills also showed up, surprising even some of their former enemies and friends alike.

No matter. this isn't over, thought silently as he accompanied two British personnel next to even woman's body while he told them what had transpired with exact details....
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Empress Ishwari Haijira


The Kitsune and her Great Guard were busily loading the Empress and her things onto a sailing junk to flee the country. Over the past two months, rebel forces had chased her from the capital in the deasert halfway accross the country to Chengxi, a major port city, and laid siege to it. Though the city was safe and could hold out for months, Ishwari wasn't taking any chances. Four naval junks would act as escorts and protect her until she reached Engalia, where she planned to set up a government in exile, gather an army, and destroy the rebellion. After some time, The ships were sent sailing into the open sea, while a prince was left in Chengxi to receive orders from her.


"My Queen," began a voice in the quiet stillness of Ishwari's bed chamber. It belonged to one of Empress Haijira's many royal advisers. Following through the natural process of Kow-Tow, the man prostrated himself on the floor of the Queens room, leaning down low enough for his forehead to touch the floor.

"Our ships have crossed the Channel, and have flowed through the Terembor River. It is almost time for your Celestial Excellency to make her arrival at the foreigners capital. If her Divine Highness permits, I can arrange an immediate audience with High Queen Terembor. And, per chance, it is my understanding that the Emperor of Teleria is present here as well."
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Postby Taigawa » Thu Jun 23, 2016 11:06 am

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Æsir; Engawa, Afrika; Chengxi
Empress Ishwari Haijira


The Kitsune and her Great Guard were busily loading the Empress and her things onto a sailing junk to flee the country. Over the past two months, rebel forces had chased her from the capital in the deasert halfway accross the country to Chengxi, a major port city, and laid siege to it. Though the city was safe and could hold out for months, Ishwari wasn't taking any chances. Four naval junks would act as escorts and protect her until she reached Engalia, where she planned to set up a government in exile, gather an army, and destroy the rebellion. After some time, The ships were sent sailing into the open sea, while a prince was left in Chengxi to receive orders from her.


"My Queen," began a voice in the quiet stillness of Ishwari's bed chamber. It belonged to one of Empress Haijira's many royal advisers. Following through the natural process of Kow-Tow, the man prostrated himself on the floor of the Queens room, leaning down low enough for his forehead to touch the floor.

"Our ships have crossed the Channel, and have flowed through the Terembor River. It is almost time for your Celestial Excellency to make her arrival at the foreigners capital. If her Divine Highness permits, I can arrange an immediate audience with High Queen Terembor. And, per chance, it is my understanding that the Emperor of Teleria is present here as well."

"Very good. I wish to begin this meeting with all possible haste. I just barely escaped Chengxi; I fear all of Engawa is lost." she told him. She then rose and called a couple of her guards to her. After they reached her, she went up on deck to see the city she would soon call home....if she was permitted. She waited for thee ship to dock, the engalean winds blowing through her robes. As she arrived, her junk docked and the guards went first, and her Great Guard after, followed by the empress herself. As was common curtesy, she would wait until the guards from Engalia found her and her escort so she could meet their leader.
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Hans Neumann, Fallschirmjäger Corporal

The Sdkfz. 251 transport was one of the miracles of German engineering. It was capable of traversing difficult terrain with ease, all while carrying ten men and their supplies. Its armored exterior and mounted machine gun made it a force to be reckoned with on the field of battle, unlike the paper-thin toy trucks of the British and American armies. It was, as Hans had been told, a rare commodity, available in large quantities only to the most elite panzergrenadier formations.

It was also extremely cramped. The canvas rain covering barely offered enough room to sit in while never entirely keeping out the rain. As a consequence, the journey to the rendezvous point was dark, soaking wet, and generally miserable for the elite Fallschirmjäger squad riding within it. This was especially true for the squad commander, Oberjäger Hans Neumann of Berlin. Like the head of a family at the dinner table, he had been given the dubious honor of riding at the very front of the cabin, near the drivers. As his comrades repeatedly assured him, it was only a coincidence that he had been given the bumpiest, leakiest, and most cramped spot in the entire transport. Hence, he was not in the best of moods when he realized that the convoy was being fired upon by a supposedly allied force.

He was a paratrooper, not one of those pathetic footsloggers! He didn't sign up to deal with this kind of shit! Groaning in frustration, he pulled back the canvas enough for him to slide his upper body out and bang on the roof of the driver's cabin. "Hey," he shouted. "What's going on? Are we under attack?"

Luckily, the answer was quick. "Nein! The colonel says it is a misunderstanding! We will be on our way shortly."

Hans sighed, slid back inside, and relayed the information to his squad. After an indeterminate period of time filled only with more rain and bad jokes about the Führer's impeccable choice of henchmen, the vehicle finally rumbled back to life, and the convoy moved forwards. Hans looked up and stopped inspecting his weapon. If the top would finally get a move on with it, he supposed, he might need the damn finicky prototype to be working, and in one piece.
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Altito Asmoro wrote: Early Dawn; 20th An Arialun of Ciresaél, 1747th Y.T.R.
Republic of Mereda, Hispania
Toriga Levin, Mereda's Cavalier Corps


Drinking an alcoholic drink inside a bar in the republic, there lies Toriga and few of his comrades, discussing. Despite having a rank, well, Toriga really preferred being the one who given the task than the one who gives the task. It's not something that he likes to, after all he's a formerly unaffiliated rogue. Mereda doesn't lacking rogues, scouts, spies, but one more skilled rogue is always needed. Anyway, there are almost little to no news of anything weird...though the military always likes to improving themselves.

Over, and over, and over, again...


The door to the bar, clattered open as a figure, dressed in iron helm and leather armor, entered the local alehouse. His uniform was too plain to be a noble knights, though his equipment too good to be a peasant footman. Which must make him a man-at-arms. A volunteer of the Mereda Republican Army, probably from a merchant family. Spotting Toriga and his group, the man made his way towards them at a slow, steady shuffling gait, as if he were drunk. The perceptive on-looker would know better though. A mass of carved steel, Dwarven smith-work, was were his right nether limb should be. Around his neck hung a medallion. The inscriptions and carvings in its silver base were those of a medal, award to warrior for service to the Republic. It was dated on the eve of The Great Anema War.

Eventually arriving to their table, the helmeted man kept a respectful distance away. The soldier hailed the group with greetings, offering a salute and a free round of whatever they were drinking. Removing his helmet, showing off an unruly bushel of short mousy hair, the middle-age soldier focused his attention on the cavalry Captain. Reaching into his waist bag, a set of lettered parchment was removed.

"Greetings to you, Sir Levin! I've come to serve you new orders sir. Straight from High Command, with the Council's compliments."

Upon pages of flowery language and proper dictum, it was spelled very clear that Levin and his cavaliers would not be satisfying themselves on drink, nor the house-keeper with their coin, at this establishment for much longer. On edict from the Council of Lords & Ladies, on request of High Queen Terembor, he and his comrades were to immediately board a ship to Engalia. And from there, find transport to Londinium. As of now, the Captain of Mereda's Cavalier Corps were to act as observers in the current conflict arising in Britannia.

"Seems to me you're to make merry, and be on your way post haste, Sir. I was told to make known to you that there is a ship docked at port in North Mereda. Its a private vessel, that the Council has chartered for use by you and your men. They'll take you past the Channel, and up through the Terembor River. Shouldn't be any trouble on the way, seeing how the Captain and crew have been payed, rather handsomely, in advance."


Having conclude affairs with the SS soldiers, their officer and their outpost, Argo marched on. Four-hundred armed and armored explorers proceeded to make headway towards their destination.The center of the storm. Slowly, the howling gale abated. The whirling typhoon drench, replaced by soft pitter-patter of gentle rain. Rubble was replaced by mud, then soft, almost dry ground. Perhaps the most impressive was the presence of silence. While a moment before, they stood amidst flashing lighting and thundering clouds, here, it was almost peaceful. Standing tall before them was what they had been looking for.
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What their scientists had called the Event Horizon. It drew all eyes to it, and left mouths open in awe, for lack of words to describe it. A pulsating ribbon of blue lighting, that seemed to have a life of its own. More than one heart was wrapped in excitement, and more than a little fear.These men, who had faced an Enemy completely alien to their world, had felt such feelings. But an Enemy could bleed. And enemy could die. This, thing; Was something absolutely unnatural. A sudden crackle came over the radio band used the by the group. It was the Colonel's voice that came out. Not unaffected by the sight, its effect on him could be heard in his voice, he nonetheless found some strength to pass on some parting words that all in the mixed company could appreciate.

"Alright men. Thats what we've been waiting for these six months... Remember what we've come here to do, and why. They might have started this war. Now, we'll finish it."
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