1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

[Norcourt]

Lieutenant Jouk walked around the Staging Grounds of the Bhaarland Military Center, when he spotted a unknown mass of soldiers, with Norcourtian Uniforms

Lieutenant Jouk: Bloody hell, we've been looking for you chaps for ages, quick, iv'e got a car here to take us to Bhaarland HQ.

Harker raised a single eyebrow, and and chuckled.

Harker: "We won't be needing assistance sir, we've got our own."

One by one, 19 CAC-1's came from the Norcourtian column, each to hold the men embarking on the mission.

Harker: So, sir, the 36th Rifles are here to assist. The 3rd Elixian, are to remain here, and help defend the border. I am to lead the 36th, and Lord Horatio Ford is to lead the 22nd Regiment of Foot, who are to arrive in a couple of days. Also, sir, I'd advise you to keep your business about yourself, the lads don't like posh bastards, like yourself. These men are crack shots, Knighted Men. Just stay our of my orders and we'll have no trouble.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Veice Line Commander Center, Free Sylbanian Territory
"These........traitors, are no longer Warglorian, even without the training they would be able to slay any of your soldier, they most likely served under the Volkssturm Program." Recke said. "Trust me, we are unlike most SA or DSG, and I take some offence for you calling us 'some sorta elite troops'." "The 5th Division served over 6 years of ruthless combat against superior soldiers, then spent 20 years under the Volkssturm program, and to finalise it, spent 10 of those 20 years in the SA Elite soldat program, and trust me, you would not survive."


A nearby soldier spoke "There we origionally 30,000 of us, after the program, there were only 10,000 of us left." The soldier chuckled, but then Recke flashed a look at the soldier, and he snapped to attention. Recke got a flask out and started drinking from it. "So, no, we are not sort of elite, we are elite, and you won't find more fine soldiers in a thousand miles, now, when do we kill these traitors?" Recke said

Oberst Adeulf Recke


Uniform of the 5th SA Guard Division (imagine a deathhead insignia on the arm)


Order HQ
Quickly, the soldiers and such ran to the sewers, however, Adler, Landa and about 4 soldiers stayed with the agent.

[Rannoria]

Chapter: III
War Makes Men Mad
- Ep 5/Valiance -

Henrieque Xavonov's POV
I stand on my podium. The filthy republicans murdered my comrade... but now they paid dearly. I ready myself to speak and address the thousands of people in Rannkradle who are standing before me. Awfully silent. Good.

It has come to be that Rannoria requires the ruling of an iron fist. I can't believe no one else took up the arms to do so. I have purged people, and nothing will stand in my way now! I clear my throat, and begin speaking.

"Hello, citizens of Rannkradle. I am sure that all of you are wondering about the disappearance of family and friends. Fear not, my people, they have been rid off, for we don't need any republicans.

"Now I'm sure that you don't want to hear my rambling, so I'll get to the point. The Rannoire Feudal-Communist Union is dead! Angelon Silver died heirless, and thus I assume full control of Rannoria! We are now, the SOVIET SOCIALIST NATION OF RANNORIA! And as for global and external diplomacy..."

I hold up a piece of paper and scissors. "This paper, is the Arisluian Entente." I snip it. "WE WILL BE FREE OF ENTENTE ISSUES. WE DO NOT NEED EXTERNAL HELP! LONG LIVE THE REGIME!"

5 seconds pass by, and there's no clapping. No chants. Just silence. I furrow my eyebrows, and suddenly someone yells. "FOR HOPE! FOR THE REPUBLIC!"

A ceramic jar was thrown. This had happened before. Greek Fire. Thrown at the stage, I quickly ran off as people started rioting.

More rebels.

[Skarten]

Skartenian Trench
Goldrush Borders
The Traansval

The Soldiers were set.
They were told to keep their head down and only look down for an Possible Volgan charge while everything was ready.
The Freikorps Sturmtruppen Division,armed with The news rifles and Pederson Devices, were at the Mark IX, As it was their job to secure the trenches fastly.
The rest of the soldiers would charge together with the Mark V And IX Tanks,to get at least a few of protection.
Together with them, there was also the Freikorps Flammentruppen soldiers in the APC. They were to enter the trenches and set on fire bunkers and enemies.
A Few Hours Later
Everything was done. The soldiers were awaiting either in the Mark IX, or behind a Mark V/I
At 15:00, The Whistle was blow, and the Tanks started to advance.
Together with them, there was the troopers.

The Volgan infantry, only armed with rifles, did not make such big damage to the infantry.

The Mark V and I Tanks were blowing up positions with their Turrets and pinning down the others with their MG.
When they got nearer, they got hit by enemy grenades, and, by misluck, 2 Mark I Tanks got blown up.
The infantry soon got out of the Protection of the Armoured units and started to take over the enemy trench.
An Melee battle started, and the Skartenian troopers, armed with weapons such as Bayonets and shovels, were winning it.

Many soldiers died in a joust, given to the fact that they could be hit by the Bowie knifes when attacking with a bayonet.
One of the soldiers in the battle was Friedrich, an Soldat who lied his age to pass conscription.

It was his first battle.

He was hided in an corner, picking off any Volgan soldier who wasn't in an melee duel.
Friedrich turned his head, just to find an enemy soldier charging at him with a bayonet

Friedrich used his hand to hold the rifle, not allowing the Volgan to hit him.
By blind luck, he managed to take the rifle out and throwed it away, soon pushing the Volgan before taking his shovel and hitting it on the Soldier chest, cutting it.
He then got an Rifle with a pederson design from a Sturmtruppen who died minutes ago, and then Friedirch returned to pick off enemy infantry.

What will be the Result?

War is a surprise.

[Eodor]

Bhaarland-Goldrush Border, 3rd 'Green Beret' Regiment

The Commandos were dug in inside their camouflage covered dugouts. Their IAR-1 rifles just peaking out.

They were less than 100 yards from the Volgan trenches. They could see the lack of quality in the assembly and maintenance of the force. It was disgraceful to the Commandos.

At precisely 1 o' clock in the afternoon, the Commandos received their orders from the Oberst. They were to attack in ten minutes sharp, no later, no earlier. The Commandos loaded their weapons and readied their kit, they were going to battle.

Once the ten minutes was up, The Commandos opened fire on the Volgan troops, catching them off guard. The bullets being fired from an invisible, to the Volgans, spot. After enough chaos was caused, the Commandos fixed their bayonets and charged out of the camouflaged positions. Smashing into the Volgan lines with all the fury in the world.

Goldrush

A riot had developed in the streets.

SRA troops had organized a violent protest between the citizens, stirring up hatred wherever they could. SRA snipers had taken to rooftops and were firing randomly against civilians, not hitting them, but doing enough to terrify them. Anti-regime civilians were taking to the streets and burning down the houses of regime supporters and executing the men themselves.

One of the civilian cars had been outfitted with an EMG-82 and was being manned by three 'undercover' SRA troops, all wearing the distinctive armband and shouting "Long live the Republic!"


SRA Men distribute firearms to rioters

[Eodor]

Western Sylbania
OOC: Cause Sylbania ain't got enough death.
IC:

The small fleet of transports and their destroyer escort sailed silently towards Sylbania. As a gesture of good will to the Entente, SRA and Revolutionary Guard troops were being sent to aid in the destruction of the Fascist Free-Sylbania.

Brigadier-General Klaus Terishinkov was commanding the Eodorian Expeditionary Force, or EEF, made up of two Revolutionary Guard Divisions and One SRA Division, some 35,000 men. He was a veteran of the Eodorian Civil War, having lead the attack on The Guttmancher Line with his II Corps.

From: Brigadier-General Klaus Terishinkov, ENS Intrepid
To: Traansval Command in Sylbania

To whom it may concern,

My 35,000 man strong expeditionary force is being sent to Sylbania to aid in the defeat of the Fascist rebels. However, before we can join you we need to know the safest place to land our troops.

The SRA, however, were under the immediate command of Obergruppenfuherer Heinz Guttmancher, Communist son of General Guttmancher of the old Eodorian Empire. Unlike his father, Heinz is a Communist Zealot who supports everything the Premier does. He was the natural choice to lead the 22nd SRA 'Butcher's of Agramer' Division. Who were named after the slaughter of Imperial troops stationed in Agramer during and shortly after the Civil War.

[Olthenia]

Court of Heavenly Peace
Ninjang Prefecture, South Central Jutland
The Thread Unravels

Jut Joq, Indigo Emperor, shook his head sadly as he and a few bodyguards walked through the orchards outside the new capital Ninjang. This would no do, no, not in the least. Sinkiang was corrupt, fading, and so the capital had come here, but it was not ready yet for royalty to dwell in it. Autumn winds had chased all life and warmth from the trees and left their stately branches black and naked, bare to the heavens. It was closed, dead and unsettling, and it pleased the Son of Heaven not at all. Yet the state of Ninjang’s autumn woods was not the matter that concerned Jut Joq’s mind the most that day. Rather, it was the by now thrice-confirmed news of the foreign barbarians that had so brazenly appeared at Jut’s southern shores that spring. It, like the splendor of the Heavenly Court, was a singularity. A singularity mirrored by Jut Joq’s own existence. As emperor, there was a color of fabric only he could wear, a shade of ink only he could use, a pronoun whose sole existence in Jut’s native tongue was for him to refer to himself. And no wonder.

There was, after all, only one Son of Heaven.

Now the Son of Heaven turned to a scribe striding along behind him: one of the gaggle of courtly mandarin advisors who always traveled with the Son of Heaven wherever he went, that they might take down his thoughts and do his bidding at every hour of the day.

"You said at the Dawn Council, Songtao, that these barbarians have constructed a settlement for themselves on the shores of my realm?”

The mandarin began to speak, but Jut Joq silenced him with a wave of his perfectly manicured fingers.

"It is enough that you confirm your words."

Songtao nodded, his pale brow gleaming in the morning sun.

"You shall punish them for their insolence. Call our hosts, and make them grovel at our feet, for the glory of our ancestors and the Will of Heaven."

And it would be so, for the Indigo Emperor willed it so. Yet, as custom dictated, before the tromp and clamor of his mighty host came a message – one destined for the eyes of those subjects of Emperor Johann I who sought to make their homes upon Jutland’s southern shore.

To: Whom it may concern amongst the barbarian populace of “Neiltown”.
From: Jut Joq, Heavenly Emperor of All the Lands of Jut, Sovereign by Divine Mandate and Son of Heaven.
Subject: Your Trespass

Citizens of Neiltown,
Know that the following fact is apparent to us: You have brought yourselves to the shores of our land and sought to make for yourselves homes and livelihoods herein. In the pursuit of this endeavor, you have sought to cultivate and utilize the seed of the poppy; that it be processed and consumed as smoke by those of weak will and poor physique. Thus, with the cause of your presence made clear and the aims of your livelihoods thus obvious, we have taken it upon ourselves to chastise you – as is our simple and onerous duty in accordance with the Mandate of Heaven. The trade and proliferation of opium is most abhorrent to the mind and body of all righteous and civilized men and, by the Will of Heaven, we have placed great censure and restriction upon its use and cultivation. To flaunt this censure, even out of ignorance, is a criminal act – and all perpetrators of criminal acts shall be made to feel the weight of Divine law. However; as we understand that you, being ignorant of our ways and the laws of our Celestial will, have acted not so much with ill intent as a mere lack of guile found in thoughtless children, we are still of a mind to be reasonable. We ask you, with this in mind, to ratify the following terms for peace between us.

- IF you undertake a full withdrawal of your forces, certifiable and complete, from lands falling under the dominion of the Land of Jut prior to the start of hostilities on 30th day of the Peacock’s moon, and:

- IF you agree to accept the decision of Our Imperial Will as to the amount of reparations to be paid to the Heavenly Court for the harm and despoilment done to said country in the course of your aggression and pay the amount decided upon,

- THEN the Heavenly Court shall allow your forces to withdraw in peace and, once the first condition stands fulfilled to our satisfaction, shall endeavor with the utmost sincerity and effort to conclude a generous trade agreement with your barbarian realm to provide it with the fruit of the poppy your people so fervently crave.

Thus is our desire for peace and goodwill made manifest,
Jut Joq, Indigo Emperor of All the Lands of Jut, by Divine Mandate the Son of Heaven.

[The Traansval]

Lieutenant Jouk walked around the Staging Grounds of the Bhaarland Military Center, when he spotted a unknown mass of soldiers, with Norcourtian Uniforms

Lieutenant Jouk: Bloody hell, we've been looking for you chaps for ages, quick, iv'e got a car here to take us to Bhaarland HQ.

Harker raised a single eyebrow, and and chuckled.

Harker: "We won't be needing assistance sir, we've got our own."

One by one, 19 CAC-1's came from the Norcourtian column, each to hold the men embarking on the mission.

Harker: So, sir, the 36th Rifles are here to assist. The 3rd Elixian, are to remain here, and help defend the border. I am to lead the 36th, and Lord Horatio Ford is to lead the 22nd Regiment of Foot, who are to arrive in a couple of days. Also, sir, I'd advise you to keep your business about yourself, the lads don't like posh bastards, like yourself. These men are crack shots, Knighted Men. Just stay our of my orders and we'll have no trouble.

Lieutenant Jouk raised his eyebrows at the man named Harker

Lieutenant Jouk: Mister (OOC: Shit i forgot Harkers rank) Harker, you obviously have never met a Boer Officer. We ain't posh, we earn out commission in combat.
Anyway, General Juju is trying his darn hardest to organize and coordinate a offensive. The Volgans field a army of around 2 Million, but their mainly conscripts. We hope that all of our combined Professional Armies can lick em. If you can head to the Staging Grounds, we're organizing all of men, we've got around 700,000 Men here in Bhaarland, and they all need to be assigned to the Front. Now if you excuse me, i need to find my men.

Lieutenant Jouk started walking off towards the staging grounds, until one of his Corporals ran up to him with a paper

Jouk looked at it, then ran back to Harker and his men

Lieutenant Jouk: Looks like your just in bloody time! Orders to move out, and your more than welcome to follow!!!

Jouk blew his whistle, and the men of the 6th Bhaarland Commonwealth Infantry Division started their march towards the Front.

[The Traansval]

The South Afrikaan War
The Bhaarland Front
Bhaarland-Goldrush
South Afrikaan
Traansval-Volgan Confederation

1733 Hours, October 20th, 1886

Due to faulty communications, the Skarten and Eodorians troops have mistakenly advanced a day ahead of the main army. Luckily, this was not such a disaster, in fact, they had gained ground. But now, they needed support, and it would be provided by 450,000 Men of the Traansval Military and The Bhaarland Commonwealth Military.

CHAAAAAAAARGE!!!

The cry rang out all along the line, and the men went over the top. The multiple uniforms of the many different Military Corps and Branches mixed on the battlefield, the Blue-Green of the Commando uniform mixed with the Khaki Brown of the Bhaarland Commonwealth Uniform. The dark blue of the Foreign Legion, and the light khaki of the Mildeford Special Troops. All of them charged as one, straight towards the Volgan Lines.

UPDATED MAP OF THE SOUTH AFRIKAAN WAR


Red= The Volgan Line
Purple= The Entente Line

[Olthenia]

The Coast of Jutland
Cinnabar Sea
Not Your House

The hollow chug-chug of the Idrisid’s piston engines reverberated throughout her long metal hull; a warm, mechanical roar that lent itself to the ears of every soul on board. Those engines gave their power to the three-tailed propeller at her stern; a propeller which gave the nimble vessel of war a cruising speed of no less than a breezy fifteen knots. Through the dark chop of the Cinnabar Sea’s night-black surface the Idrisid sped like an armored dart - one moving with a singular, unstoppable purpose. Likewise, on the destroyer’s flanks, the smokestacks of her fellow vessels churned soot with not dissimilar intent – and on their left, hovering just above the curve of the eastern horizon, lay the coast of dark, foreboding Jutland – fecund, fetid, fever-ridden. The thralls of a hapless emperor had established a colony there; a colony that by all accounts amounted to little more than an illicit den of poppy-scented iniquity.

The following constitutes an official statement to the governments of the Eastern Alliance:

Recently NCSU authorities have encroached upon the territorial integrity of Al-Morvern’s sister-state of Jutland by brazenly founding a colony within its territorial boundaries. The Government of Al-Morvern has stated on previous occasions that it will brook NO such encroachment by ANY country under whatever excuse and in whatever form. The Government of Al-Morvern strongly condemns Emperor Johann and the NCSU authorities for this illegal occupation and firmly demands that the NCSU withdraw its citizens in short order.

In short order, the Idrisid and her squadron from Al-Morvern’s New Model Navy clamped a ring of salt-stained steel around the outskirts of Neiltown’s harbor approach. Any trader therein was duly grounded, and should any poor captain try his luck and run their blockade? Well. The gleaming guns of the New Model Navy were ever ready to voice their displeasure.

Sharply. Fiercely. Accurately.

Telegram to the court of His Excellency the Emperor Johann I, Sovereign of the NCSU.

In the name of Her Enduring Majesty the Dowager-Sultana Hamina Bütrafal, the Government of al-Morvern hereby sees fit to remind Emperor Johann of the following articles:

I) The territory of Jutland shall be considered an independent and perpetually neutral State.

II) Whosoever deigns to assert their undue and alien influence over Jutland’s territory will risk the displeasure of Her Enduring Majesty’s Government, and the grievous pains associated with the same.

As His Excellency is likely well aware, the colonial venture currently undertaken by His subjects in the settlement of Neiltown stands in direct and complete violation of the above edict. In light of this, the Government of Al-Morvern therefore informs His Excellency that, effective immediately, ALL naval traffic found flying the flag of the NCSU in waters south of the southernmost parallel of the coast of Pagahum will be subject to a policy of search and seizure by Morvernian naval forces.

Your citizens will be escorted to Port Bürhan at the earliest possible convenience.
Your colonial venture is over.

Honoriam Crovernid Ibn Sulazzo
First Speaker of Al-Morvern

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Veice Line Commander Center, Free Sylbanian Territory
"These........traitors, are no longer Warglorian, even without the training they would be able to slay any of your soldier, they most likely served under the Volkssturm Program." Recke said. "Trust me, we are unlike most SA or DSG, and I take some offence for you calling us 'some sorta elite troops'." "The 5th Division served over 6 years of ruthless combat against superior soldiers, then spent 20 years under the Volkssturm program, and to finalise it, spent 10 of those 20 years in the SA Elite soldat program, and trust me, you would not survive."


A nearby soldier spoke "There we origionally 30,000 of us, after the program, there were only 10,000 of us left." The soldier chuckled, but then Recke flashed a look at the soldier, and he snapped to attention. Recke got a flask out and started drinking from it. "So, no, we are not sort of elite, we are elite, and you won't find more fine soldiers in a thousand miles, now, when do we kill these traitors?" Recke said

Oberst Adeulf Recke


Uniform of the 5th SA Guard Division (imagine a deathhead insignia on the arm)


Order HQ
Quickly, the soldiers and such ran to the sewers, however, Adler, Landa and about 4 soldiers stayed with the agent.

[Norcourt]

Lieutenant Jouk raised his eyebrows at the man named Harker

Lieutenant Jouk: Mister (OOC: Shit i forgot Harkers rank) Harker, you obviously have never met a Boer Officer. We ain't posh, we earn out commission in combat.
Anyway, General Juju is trying his darn hardest to organize and coordinate a offensive. The Volgans field a army of around 2 Million, but their mainly conscripts. We hope that all of our combined Professional Armies can lick em. If you can head to the Staging Grounds, we're organizing all of men, we've got around 700,000 Men here in Bhaarland, and they all need to be assigned to the Front. Now if you excuse me, i need to find my men.

Lieutenant Jouk started walking off towards the staging grounds, until one of his Corporals ran up to him with a paper

Jouk looked at it, then ran back to Harker and his men

Lieutenant Jouk: Looks like your just in bloody time! Orders to move out, and your more than welcome to follow!!!

Jouk blew his whistle, and the men of the 6th Bhaarland Commonwealth Infantry Division started their march towards the Front.

Lieutenant Harker was surprised, but at the same time grateful.

Harker: Well then Jouk, you're a damn decent bastard. The Volgans are inexperienced brawlers, however we must not underestimate them, back when I was in Blackborn, we were ambushed by some mercs...lost some great men there. Anyways, Lieutenant, we best get goin' eh?"

[The Traansval]

Lieutenant Jouk raised his eyebrows at the man named Harker

Lieutenant Jouk: Mister (OOC: Shit i forgot Harkers rank) Harker, you obviously have never met a Boer Officer. We ain't posh, we earn out commission in combat.
Anyway, General Juju is trying his darn hardest to organize and coordinate a offensive. The Volgans field a army of around 2 Million, but their mainly conscripts. We hope that all of our combined Professional Armies can lick em. If you can head to the Staging Grounds, we're organizing all of men, we've got around 700,000 Men here in Bhaarland, and they all need to be assigned to the Front. Now if you excuse me, i need to find my men.

Lieutenant Jouk started walking off towards the staging grounds, until one of his Corporals ran up to him with a paper

Jouk looked at it, then ran back to Harker and his men

Lieutenant Jouk: Looks like your just in bloody time! Orders to move out, and your more than welcome to follow!!!

Jouk blew his whistle, and the men of the 6th Bhaarland Commonwealth Infantry Division started their march towards the Front.

Lieutenant Harker was surprised, but at the same time grateful.

Harker: Well then Jouk, you're a damn decent bastard. The Volgans are inexperienced brawlers, however we must not underestimate them, back when I was in Blackborn, we were ambushed by some mercs...lost some great men there. Anyways, Lieutenant, we best get goin' eh?"

Lieutenant Jouk: Yes, i'm leading the 6th Bhaarland Commonwealth Infantry, you can spot them by the Khaki Shorts and Khaki Fez. We're deploying to the South, our boys have already pushed about halfway into Goldrush, now we just got to break the Volgans!

Jouk unslung his Lee-Ross Rifle (OOC: Lee-Ross Rifles are only issued to Commonwealth Infantry, and are the main rifles we export), and jogged to the front of the column of men. Their bronze skin in stark contrast to the Khaki they wore. Most wore the Khaki Fez, as described by Jouk, but some wore the Adrian or Brode Helmets used by the rest of the Traansval Military.

[The Traansval]

Veice Line Commander Center, Free Sylbanian Territory
"These........traitors, are no longer Warglorian, even without the training they would be able to slay any of your soldier, they most likely served under the Volkssturm Program." Recke said. "Trust me, we are unlike most SA or DSG, and I take some offence for you calling us 'some sorta elite troops'." "The 5th Division served over 6 years of ruthless combat against superior soldiers, then spent 20 years under the Volkssturm program, and to finalise it, spent 10 of those 20 years in the SA Elite soldat program, and trust me, you would not survive."


A nearby soldier spoke "There we origionally 30,000 of us, after the program, there were only 10,000 of us left." The soldier chuckled, but then Recke flashed a look at the soldier, and he snapped to attention. Recke got a flask out and started drinking from it. "So, no, we are not sort of elite, we are elite, and you won't find more fine soldiers in a thousand miles, now, when do we kill these traitors?" Recke said

Oberst Adeulf Recke
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Uniform of the 5th SA Guard Division (imagine a deathhead insignia on the arm)
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Order HQ
Quickly, the soldiers and such ran to the sewers, however, Adler, Landa and about 4 soldiers stayed with the agent.

Veice Line Commander Center, Free Sylbanian Territory

National Kommandant Idonzo: Forgive me. Anyway, i don't know about this Program, all i know is that these men have slaughtered Fascist Guardsmen and even SA men who were sent to fight here. Right now, they're untouchable, fit in along the Entente's Veice Line. They're supported by about half a hundred thousand other men, to attack them now would be suicide. But, the current position that the Entente has in the Western Sector is not good for a attack on Veice, so i am quite confident that they will attempt to push up in the Western Sector, most likely to take the Argonne Forest. I have planned for this, and when that sector pushes up, i am confident that we can halt the advance of the other troops in the West Sector. This would mean that we've stopped a Entente Offensive, but these Legionaries would be able to break through, which would mean that they would be trapped in the center of Free Sylbanian Territory. Then, your men can wipe them out, and make sure that the Traansval no longer has access to these Elite Traitors...

ORDER HQ

Agent Heinrik: HERR ADLER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU NEED TO LEAVE, YOU ARE TOO VALUABLE TO BE KILLED!

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Court of Heavenly Peace
Ninjang Prefecture, South Central Jutland
The Thread Unravels

Jut Joq, Indigo Emperor, shook his head sadly as he and a few bodyguards walked through the orchards outside the new capital Ninjang. This would no do, no, not in the least. Sinkiang was corrupt, fading, and so the capital had come here, but it was not ready yet for royalty to dwell in it. Autumn winds had chased all life and warmth from the trees and left their stately branches black and naked, bare to the heavens. It was closed, dead and unsettling, and it pleased the Son of Heaven not at all. Yet the state of Ninjang’s autumn woods was not the matter that concerned Jut Joq’s mind the most that day. Rather, it was the by now thrice-confirmed news of the foreign barbarians that had so brazenly appeared at Jut’s southern shores that spring. It, like the splendor of the Heavenly Court, was a singularity. A singularity mirrored by Jut Joq’s own existence. As emperor, there was a color of fabric only he could wear, a shade of ink only he could use, a pronoun whose sole existence in Jut’s native tongue was for him to refer to himself. And no wonder.

There was, after all, only one Son of Heaven.

Now the Son of Heaven turned to a scribe striding along behind him: one of the gaggle of courtly mandarin advisors who always traveled with the Son of Heaven wherever he went, that they might take down his thoughts and do his bidding at every hour of the day.

"You said at the Dawn Council, Songtao, that these barbarians have constructed a settlement for themselves on the shores of my realm?”

The mandarin began to speak, but Jut Joq silenced him with a wave of his perfectly manicured fingers.

"It is enough that you confirm your words."

Songtao nodded, his pale brow gleaming in the morning sun.

"You shall punish them for their insolence. Call our hosts, and make them grovel at our feet, for the glory of our ancestors and the Will of Heaven."

And it would be so, for the Indigo Emperor willed it so. Yet, as custom dictated, before the tromp and clamor of his mighty host came a message – one destined for the eyes of those subjects of Emperor Johann I who sought to make their homes upon Jutland’s southern shore.

To: Whom it may concern amongst the barbarian populace of “Neiltown”.
From: Jut Joq, Heavenly Emperor of All the Lands of Jut, Sovereign by Divine Mandate and Son of Heaven.
Subject: Your Trespass

Citizens of Neiltown,
Know that the following fact is apparent to us: You have brought yourselves to the shores of our land and sought to make for yourselves homes and livelihoods herein. In the pursuit of this endeavor, you have sought to cultivate and utilize the seed of the poppy; that it be processed and consumed as smoke by those of weak will and poor physique. Thus, with the cause of your presence made clear and the aims of your livelihoods thus obvious, we have taken it upon ourselves to chastise you – as is our simple and onerous duty in accordance with the Mandate of Heaven. The trade and proliferation of opium is most abhorrent to the mind and body of all righteous and civilized men and, by the Will of Heaven, we have placed great censure and restriction upon its use and cultivation. To flaunt this censure, even out of ignorance, is a criminal act – and all perpetrators of criminal acts shall be made to feel the weight of Divine law. However; as we understand that you, being ignorant of our ways and the laws of our Celestial will, have acted not so much with ill intent as a mere lack of guile found in thoughtless children, we are still of a mind to be reasonable. We ask you, with this in mind, to ratify the following terms for peace between us.

- IF you undertake a full withdrawal of your forces, certifiable and complete, from lands falling under the dominion of the Land of Jut prior to the start of hostilities on 30th day of the Peacock’s moon, and:

- IF you agree to accept the decision of Our Imperial Will as to the amount of reparations to be paid to the Heavenly Court for the harm and despoilment done to said country in the course of your aggression and pay the amount decided upon,

- THEN the Heavenly Court shall allow your forces to withdraw in peace and, once the first condition stands fulfilled to our satisfaction, shall endeavor with the utmost sincerity and effort to conclude a generous trade agreement with your barbarian realm to provide it with the fruit of the poppy your people so fervently crave.

Thus is our desire for peace and goodwill made manifest,
Jut Joq, Indigo Emperor of All the Lands of Jut, by Divine Mandate the Son of Heaven.

The Coast of Jutland
Cinnabar Sea
Not Your House

The hollow chug-chug of the Idrisid’s piston engines reverberated throughout her long metal hull; a warm, mechanical roar that lent itself to the ears of every soul on board. Those engines gave their power to the three-tailed propeller at her stern; a propeller which gave the nimble vessel of war a cruising speed of no less than a breezy fifteen knots. Through the dark chop of the Cinnabar Sea’s night-black surface the Idrisid sped like an armored dart - one moving with a singular, unstoppable purpose. Likewise, on the destroyer’s flanks, the smokestacks of her fellow vessels churned soot with not dissimilar intent – and on their left, hovering just above the curve of the eastern horizon, lay the coast of dark, foreboding Jutland – fecund, fetid, fever-ridden. The thralls of a hapless emperor had established a colony there; a colony that by all accounts amounted to little more than an illicit den of poppy-scented iniquity.

The following constitutes an official statement to the governments of the Eastern Alliance:

Recently NCSU authorities have encroached upon the territorial integrity of Al-Morvern’s sister-state of Jutland by brazenly founding a colony within its territorial boundaries. The Government of Al-Morvern has stated on previous occasions that it will brook NO such encroachment by ANY country under whatever excuse and in whatever form. The Government of Al-Morvern strongly condemns Emperor Johann and the NCSU authorities for this illegal occupation and firmly demands that the NCSU withdraw its citizens in short order.

In short order, the Idrisid and her squadron from Al-Morvern’s New Model Navy clamped a ring of salt-stained steel around the outskirts of Neiltown’s harbor approach. Any trader therein was duly grounded, and should any poor captain try his luck and run their blockade? Well. The gleaming guns of the New Model Navy were ever ready to voice their displeasure.

Sharply. Fiercely. Accurately.

Telegram to the court of His Excellency the Emperor Johann I, Sovereign of the NCSU.

In the name of Her Enduring Majesty the Dowager-Sultana Hamina Bütrafal, the Government of al-Morvern hereby sees fit to remind Emperor Johann of the following articles:

I) The territory of Jutland shall be considered an independent and perpetually neutral State.

II) Whosoever deigns to assert their undue and alien influence over Jutland’s territory will risk the displeasure of Her Enduring Majesty’s Government, and the grievous pains associated with the same.

As His Excellency is likely well aware, the colonial venture currently undertaken by His subjects in the settlement of Neiltown stands in direct and complete violation of the above edict. In light of this, the Government of Al-Morvern therefore informs His Excellency that, effective immediately, ALL naval traffic found flying the flag of the NCSU in waters south of the southernmost parallel of the coast of Pagahum will be subject to a policy of search and seizure by Morvernian naval forces.

Your citizens will be escorted to Port Bürhan at the earliest possible convenience.
Your colonial venture is over.

Honoriam Crovernid Ibn Sulazzo
First Speaker of Al-Morvern

The emperor was slightly shocked, some citizens decided to found a colony in a place he'd rather not colonize. He immediately made a letter for both parties in order to sort things out.

To both parties

So some citizens of ours made a colony in Jutland without my permission and consent. If you didn't know, a fledging colony deemed unworthy and useless by the Colonial Bureau is considered illegal, but if the men and women decide to stay in said settlement permanently, said settlement becomes an independent city state or nation state.
Back to the subject, these families are currently minor businessmen, but now, due to their actions, they have made a trade node and a small chance of war. Since they are independent, they have full control over this node. If we are to leave them to their devices and influence them at the same time without angering the native Jutland nationstate, we may have more economic development.
For you Jutlanders, bring this subject to the authorities in the City State of Neiltown.

[Aclus]

The South Afrikaan War
The Bhaarland Front
Bhaarland-Goldrush
South Afrikaan
Traansval-Volgan Confederation

October 20th, 1886

The Aclusian troops were in their trench, standing in formation awaiting the next order given to them by their superior officers. General Monroe himself came to the trench and took up a loud speaker cone and began to give the men a little speech.

"Alright lads, when the whistle is blown you will charge across the shredded landscape and fight the enemy. you will take the enemy trench and await for further reinforcements. be brave lads, stay a clear mind and the Republic and god will watch over you, cheers lads" Monroe told the men as he took out his whistle. he then looked at a nearby lieutenant and nodded.

the lieutenant then looked at the men and yelled out "Fix bayonets!!"

The troops unsheathed their 18in bayonets and fixed them unto their rifles. The troops in the front row took one step on the ladder, some breathing fast, worried of what is to come. General Monroe took a deep breath and blew the whistle, followed by the whistles of many other officers. The men cried out a war cry and began to climb the ladders and charged the enemy defenses.



Entente Trenchlines, Veice

The Aclusian batteries behind the front-lines were set up and being armed. The heavy guns were to target the city walls and the rail-guns were to hit the inner city defenses, assisted by the other lighter artillery guns. The barrage started, it has been scheduled to go on for 3 days.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

National Kommandant Idonzo: Forgive me. Anyway, i don't know about this Program, all i know is that these men have slaughtered Fascist Guardsmen and even SA men who were sent to fight here. Right now, they're untouchable, fit in along the Entente's Veice Line. They're supported by about half a hundred thousand other men, to attack them now would be suicide. But, the current position that the Entente has in the Western Sector is not good for a attack on Veice, so i am quite confident that they will attempt to push up in the Western Sector, most likely to take the Argonne Forest. I have planned for this, and when that sector pushes up, i am confident that we can halt the advance of the other troops in the West Sector. This would mean that we've stopped a Entente Offensive, but these Legionaries would be able to break through, which would mean that they would be trapped in the center of Free Sylbanian Territory. Then, your men can wipe them out, and make sure that the Traansval no longer has access to these Elite Traitors...

ORDER HQ

Agent Heinrik: HERR ADLER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU NEED TO LEAVE, YOU ARE TOO VALUABLE TO BE KILLED!

Sylbanian Defence HQ
"Do not worry Herr Kommandant, these traitors will die by the hand of Adler's Erste, when do we move out?" Recke said.

Order HQ
"Nein, I am tired of running all my life, with the hiding und the playing dead, NO MORE, besides...." Adler said. "I have a little present that vill help us." Suddenly, as a horde of zombies ran through the door, Alfredo brought out what looked like a giant generator, with a strange gun like object connected to it via a cable. "Keep zem at bay while I charge zis thing." Adler said, getting a crank, and turning it. Landa and the 4 soldiers joined Heinrik and started shooting at the zombies.

[Skarten]

National Kommandant Idonzo: Forgive me. Anyway, i don't know about this Program, all i know is that these men have slaughtered Fascist Guardsmen and even SA men who were sent to fight here. Right now, they're untouchable, fit in along the Entente's Veice Line. They're supported by about half a hundred thousand other men, to attack them now would be suicide. But, the current position that the Entente has in the Western Sector is not good for a attack on Veice, so i am quite confident that they will attempt to push up in the Western Sector, most likely to take the Argonne Forest. I have planned for this, and when that sector pushes up, i am confident that we can halt the advance of the other troops in the West Sector. This would mean that we've stopped a Entente Offensive, but these Legionaries would be able to break through, which would mean that they would be trapped in the center of Free Sylbanian Territory. Then, your men can wipe them out, and make sure that the Traansval no longer has access to these Elite Traitors...

ORDER HQ

Agent Heinrik: HERR ADLER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU NEED TO LEAVE, YOU ARE TOO VALUABLE TO BE KILLED!

Sylbanian Defence HQ
"Do not worry Herr Kommandant, these traitors will die by the hand of Adler's Erste, when do we move out?" Recke said.

Order HQ
"Nein, I am tired of running all my life, with the hiding und the playing dead, NO MORE, besides...." Adler said. "I have a little present that vill help us." Suddenly, as a horde of zombies ran through the door, Alfredo brought out what looked like a giant generator, with a strange gun like object connected to it via a cable. "Keep zem at bay while I charge zis thing." Adler said, getting a crank, and turning it. Landa and the 4 soldiers joined Heinrik and started shooting at the zombies.

OOC:Zombies? Ray Guns!?

I tought this was a 1870-1900 RP, Not an Steampunk Zombie apocalypse sht

;-;

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Sylbanian Defence HQ
"Do not worry Herr Kommandant, these traitors will die by the hand of Adler's Erste, when do we move out?" Recke said.

Order HQ
"Nein, I am tired of running all my life, with the hiding und the playing dead, NO MORE, besides...." Adler said. "I have a little present that vill help us." Suddenly, as a horde of zombies ran through the door, Alfredo brought out what looked like a giant generator, with a strange gun like object connected to it via a cable. "Keep zem at bay while I charge zis thing." Adler said, getting a crank, and turning it. Landa and the 4 soldiers joined Heinrik and started shooting at the zombies.

OOC:Zombies? Ray Guns!?

I tought this was a 1870-1900 RP, Not an Steampunk Zombie apocalypse sht

;-;

OOC: Only for this scenario, to make it more fun, im not going to employ it on the battlefield
oh, and it;s the Wundewaffe DG2
Also, keep OOC in OOC

[Eodor]

Volgograd, Goldrush, SRA Controlled Building

A telegram was sent to the Traansval over the wireless.

To: Bhaarland Boer Commanders
From: Volgograd SRA

We have taken much of Volgograd, and stirred up on hell of a riot in the enemy's administrative centre. However, we can't last for ever, send assistance as soon as you can.

Volgograd

Much of the city was in a brawl, buildings burning and snipers picking off anyone official who strayed into their sights. Around 8000 SRA Paramilitaries were fighting in the city, stirring up more trouble wherever they went.

[Zjaum]

I was told that this was the way to format private chat.

From: Trygve Plaustrum, with personal review and approval of King Koy Elekeplau, Zjaum.

To: Mark Kruger, the Republic of the Traansval

Encryption LOW

Great Leader:
You seem to have respect for the sovereignty of industrially developing (new) nations. We admire that, and we want that in an ally. Would you be interested in an alliance or non-aggression pact?

[Norcourt]

The Bhaarland-Goldrush
October, 21st, 1886

The 22nd had finally arrived, as well as Lord Lewis' Light Infantry. Sergeant Atticus Porter was serving along his comrade soldiers, Harris, Keegan, and Porter. They were to assist the other Entente forces, and to play in a more offensive role. Trenches were finished being dug, a'many hours before they came, so they were to make themselves comfortable...for what was to happen tomorrow, would scar every man dearly. They were to go to battle with the Volgans, outnumbered, but disciplined they said.

Keegan: I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill, And o'er the moor and valley, Such grievous thoughts my heart do fill, Since parting with my Sally. I seek no more the fine or gay, For each does but remind me, How swift the hours did pass away, With the girl I left behind me-

Porter: Quiet down Keegan, tomorrow we go o'er the trenches, as we did the sea. Just like the sea, however, there will be many ripples and waves...but of this time, they are made of men.

Keegan: Fair choice of words there Porter, never knew you were a bloody poet. Nevertheless, I see reason. Goodnight lads, good luck tomorrow...

the song keegan's singing

The 22nd Regiment of Foot, with their temporary Slouched Hats


36th Rifles, & 6th Bhaarland Commonwealth Infantry Division,

Lieutenant Harker was tired, but restless and not intending to fall short. The only things in Harker's mind was to protect his men, and do his duty. He doddled up forth to Lieutenant Jouk, and spoke, while gasping for air.

Harker: Jouk, what do we and you Boers strive to achieve, as of now. For 2 days, Jouk, we've been marching for little reason, my men are tired, and are losing their will to fight. I'm not sure how long we are to keep this up, Jouk, what say you?

Harker took off his Beret, and waited patiently for an answer.

[Zjaum]

The king and his son gazed upon the construction of the new Zjaum palace. ((https://www.loc.gov/resource/hec.32301/, could someone tell me how to post actual pictures on this thing?)) The front of the great structure was a massive, deep pit, one that a foreigner would swear was bottomless. It was just a typical structure for the Zjaum, though; the newly-imported Europan equipment just made the hole all the more professional-looking, and slightly deeper than average. Behind the chasm was a large four-story building, that proudly displayed both the might and the regality of the Zjau-yl Empire. The prince sighed. What a world wonder this palace would be!

He looked at his father, who was watching the Bren-so workers fill in the foundations at the bottom of the pit. "Do you suppose now that the nations of Europa will recognize us as one of their own?"

The king shook his head. "I am not certain. We are far later than they, and they have close-knit bonds and relations. We cannot butt in so easily."

The prince countered, "But our technology is surpassing theirs, and our accomplishments are far greater!"

"Ah, my son, technology and structures don't matter. Armies and colonies matter now."

"We have an army. We have a colony. They may not be as large as their counterparts, but they should suffice."

The monarch bowed his head. The prince reflected on his words, and an awkward silence ensued. After a while, he piped up: "Well, we shall make them recognize us."

The king retorted, "Don't you see? Your grandfather's palace was the building of an abandoned Europan business, and his father's palace was a hut! We are three steps behind them, when it comes to empire."

"Our armies are strong. Takaka Tan' Tupaqi!"

"Takaka Ton' Tupaqi."

"Father!"

"Son. It is time you learned our place in the universe. It is not dominant; it is not even an equal footing. We are a nation cast aside by the others: the Manticore, the Warglorians, the Skarten."

A sober moment passed over the both of them, interrupted only by the foreign accent of an intruder. "Salutations, good friends! It is a marvel of architecture, is it not?"

The king turned toward the foreigner. "Who are you?"

"I am Trygve Alvar Egil Plaustrum, and I have traveled thousands of miles from Europa in search of new life! The nobility and the noveau riche alike are being taxed out of house and home! I figured, as a development consultant, I would make my life elsewhere. My friends and family believe me to be quite mad, but I am in the fastest growing economy in the modern world! I regret nothing. May I be of assistance?"

The king turned back to his son. "Everything I have said is true, son. We are a nation cast aside. We will not be cast aside for long."

"Father?"

"The world is changing. The Europans are holed up in their ivory towers, their drive long since faded away. We are surpassing them in all ways. Soon, they will have no choice but to notice us."

He turned back to Plaustrum. "We are the royal family of the Zjaum Empire. We would have use for such a man as you; if you are willing, we shall arrange for your quarters in the new palace."

Trygve took a few seconds to process and verify the information. Aghast at this revelation, he made a brief but deep bow towards the king. "Sir, I will do my utmost to help this great nation, but my Quujz'mit is not good."

"English will do just fine," spoke the king. "Come now, join us in a stroll. It is a new age today: the Age of Zjaum."

[The Traansval]

The Bhaarland-Goldrush
October, 21st, 1886

The 22nd had finally arrived, as well as Lord Lewis' Light Infantry. Sergeant Atticus Porter was serving along his comrade soldiers, Harris, Keegan, and Pattison. They were to assist the other Entente forces, and to play in a more offensive role. Trenches were finished being dug, a'many hours before they came, so they were to make themselves comfortable...for what was to happen tomorrow, would scar every man dearly. They were to go to battle with the Volgans, outnumbered, but disciplined they said.

Keegan: I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill, And o'er the moor and valley, Such grievous thoughts my heart do fill, Since parting with my Sally. I seek no more the fine or gay, For each does but remind me, How swift the hours did pass away, With the girl I left behind me-

Porter: Quiet down Keegan, tomorrow we go o'er the trenches, as we did the sea. Just like the sea, however, there will be many ripples and waves...but of this time, they are made of men.

Keegan: Fair choice of words there Porter, never knew you were a bloody poet. Nevertheless, I see reason. Goodnight lads, good luck tomorrow...

the song keegan's singing

The 22nd Regiment of Foot, with their temporary Slouched Hats
(Image)

36th Rifles, & 6th Bhaarland Commonwealth Infantry Division,

Lieutenant Harker was tired, but restless and not intending to fall short. The only things in Harker's mind was to protect his men, and do his duty. He doddled up forth to Lieutenant Jouk, and spoke, while gasping for air.

Harker: Jouk, what do we and you Boers strive to achieve, as of now. For 2 days, Jouk, we've been marching for little reason, my men are tired, and are losing their will to fight. I'm not sure how long we are to keep this up, Jouk, what say you?

Harker took off his Beret, and waited patiently for an answer.

Lieutenant Jouk: Sorry about the long wait, we got new orders in today. We're being re-directed to the Eodorian Sector of the front, to support their small but very elite force there. Iv'e word in that High Command will be sending trucks and BAT-1's (BAT = Boer Armored Transport) to intercept us and pick us up, but dont hold your breath...

As the multi-national column marched on, the sound of rumbling engines came near.

10 BAT-1's (They hold 15 men each) and 20 large flat bed civilian trucks (They hold 30-40 men) came upon the column.

Lieutenant Jouk: Hmm, not enough for all of our men. We'll have to do rotation on who rides...

Jouk sat on the back of the flat bed, and pulled out his map.

Lieutenant Jouk: The Eodorians are here, there is a thick jungle blocking the way, so we'll have to go around it on the Kimbawi Road. All in all, it should take us a week or two to reach our objective.

[The Traansval]

Volgograd, Goldrush, SRA Controlled Building

A telegram was sent to the Traansval over the wireless.

To: Bhaarland Boer Commanders
From: Volgograd SRA

We have taken much of Volgograd, and stirred up on hell of a riot in the enemy's administrative centre. However, we can't last for ever, send assistance as soon as you can.

Volgograd

Much of the city was in a brawl, buildings burning and snipers picking off anyone official who strayed into their sights. Around 8000 SRA Paramilitaries were fighting in the city, stirring up more trouble wherever they went.

From: Chancellor Henry, Head of the Office of Foreign Diplomacy

To: Volgograd SRA

Encryption: MAX

I send you this as the head of the NAD, and not as head of foreign diplomacy.

Volgograd is far behind enemy lines, no major force of men can reach you.

We will try our best to send NAD Agents in to assist, and maybe even some Boer Special Forces.

Our advice: Wait until we can break through the Volgan Line.