1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

[Skarten]

Bhaar City
General-in-Chief: And may it bring Peace, Prosperity, Glory, and Riches.
Heidan then takes his White Glove off and attempts to shake the Prime Minister's hand.

The Prime Minister, still bitter towards the Volgans, wishes nothing to go wrong with this Peace, and shakes heidans hand.

After this, and after all there sign the treaty, the men funnel out of the room, back to their Homes and Homelands..

Before people can leave the room, An Secretary rushes in
Kaver:WAIT!URGH!WAIT! I'M THE SKARTENIAN AMBASSADOR, I NEED TO CHECK THE DAMN THING

The Ambassador falls to the ground, and fastly gets up
Kever:Hello, My Friends. I am Kever, the Skartenian Ambassador.. I will be the one to sign it, and ask for a additional act.

We would like that Volgan liberates the Minnorities from Labor camps and Send them to be free, and if they wish go to Skarten with a paid travel. We will accept them, since our minorities have a big number we consider them important.

[Eodor]

Eodor

A new rifle had been developed for the Eodorian Army, named the Pekhotnaya Vintovka 86 (Infantry Rifle 86).

PV 86

It is loaded by a 6 round stripper clip and fires the 7.92x57mm Mauser. The PV 86 has been placed under mass-production and is being outfitted to Red Army Regiments, Republican Guards and SRA Divisions.

Goldrush

The Commandos and SBS troopers were preparing to begin their advance again. More supplies had been brought in by the SRA looting campaign and by the Commandos.

[The Volgan Confederation]

Goldrush, Harker's Landing
October 24th, 1:08 AM

Many soldiers had stayed awake, awaiting anything to appear out of the blue. One thing did. The Norcourtian Fleet. Within it, was the famed 22nd Regiment of Foot commanded by Lord Horatio Ford, Lord Lewis and his Light infantry, and 5 Divisions of Infantry Regulars commanded by General William Gaulsby. Finally the relief force had arrived, however in total they only reached 81,000 somewhat large. However, there was fear of a large enemy army heading towards Harker's Landing. No, not a regiment, not a company, not a brigade, but an army, one thought to be comprised of 200,000. At the same time, however, the men knew if they all worked together, and setup fortifications, 81,000 could do almost anything...they built a large fort, with stone and wooden wall, in which they armed with 106 Maxim Machine Guns, 67 37mm Mini Cannons, 22 Heavy 82mm Guns, and numerous breechloading swivel cannons.
Well, that was the plan.

Harker's Landing
The 206,000 troops fought even more and even harder, and they were 200 yards from Harker's Landing when they saw Norcoutrtian soldiers building up forticications, and they telegrammed the Artillery Commander to "Break Hell Up!". And so, they started bombarding Harker's Landing again. The Volgan soldiers cheered, and ran up the hill, up the ladders, and in the fortifications, killing everyone they can see.

[Skarten]

Goldrush, Harker's Landing
October 24th, 1:08 AM

Many soldiers had stayed awake, awaiting anything to appear out of the blue. One thing did. The Norcourtian Fleet. Within it, was the famed 22nd Regiment of Foot commanded by Lord Horatio Ford, Lord Lewis and his Light infantry, and 5 Divisions of Infantry Regulars commanded by General William Gaulsby. Finally the relief force had arrived, however in total they only reached 81,000 somewhat large. However, there was fear of a large enemy army heading towards Harker's Landing. No, not a regiment, not a company, not a brigade, but an army, one thought to be comprised of 200,000. At the same time, however, the men knew if they all worked together, and setup fortifications, 81,000 could do almost anything...they built a large fort, with stone and wooden wall, in which they armed with 106 Maxim Machine Guns, 67 37mm Mini Cannons, 22 Heavy 82mm Guns, and numerous breechloading swivel cannons.
Well, that was the plan.

Harker's Landing
The 206,000 troops fought even more and even harder, and they were 200 yards from Harker's Landing when they saw Norcoutrtian soldiers building up forticications, and they telegrammed the Artillery Commander to "Break Hell Up!". And so, they started bombarding Harker's Landing again. The Volgan soldiers cheered, and ran up the hill, up the ladders, and in the fortifications, killing everyone they can see.

OOC:You can't just say

"We bombard them and them we kill all of them"

You gotta do something COMPLEX

[The Manticoran Empire]

Harker's Landing
The 206,000 troops fought even more and even harder, and they were 200 yards from Harker's Landing when they saw Norcoutrtian soldiers building up forticications, and they telegrammed the Artillery Commander to "Break Hell Up!". And so, they started bombarding Harker's Landing again. The Volgan soldiers cheered, and ran up the hill, up the ladders, and in the fortifications, killing everyone they can see.

OOC:You can't just say

"We bombard them and them we kill all of them"

You gotta do something COMPLEX

(Oh hush up. I like where it's going.)

[Rannoria]

Goldrush, Harker's Landing
October 24th, 1:08 AM

Many soldiers had stayed awake, awaiting anything to appear out of the blue. One thing did. The Norcourtian Fleet. Within it, was the famed 22nd Regiment of Foot commanded by Lord Horatio Ford, Lord Lewis and his Light infantry, and 5 Divisions of Infantry Regulars commanded by General William Gaulsby. Finally the relief force had arrived, however in total they only reached 81,000 somewhat large. However, there was fear of a large enemy army heading towards Harker's Landing. No, not a regiment, not a company, not a brigade, but an army, one thought to be comprised of 200,000. At the same time, however, the men knew if they all worked together, and setup fortifications, 81,000 could do almost anything...they built a large fort, with stone and wooden wall, in which they armed with 106 Maxim Machine Guns, 67 37mm Mini Cannons, 22 Heavy 82mm Guns, and numerous breechloading swivel cannons.
Well, that was the plan.

Harker's Landing
The 206,000 troops fought even more and even harder, and they were 200 yards from Harker's Landing when they saw Norcoutrtian soldiers building up forticications, and they telegrammed the Artillery Commander to "Break Hell Up!". And so, they started bombarding Harker's Landing again. The Volgan soldiers cheered, and ran up the hill, up the ladders, and in the fortifications, killing everyone they can see.

Voided.
You cannot simply say, "We fire artillery at 'em and then we run up to their defenses and climb over their walls and kill everyone."

One, you need to give Norcourt a chance to retaliate.
Two, even if your bombardment succeeded, that wouldn't have completely destroyed Norcourtian defenses. There would still most likely be some artillery there or at least troops by the wall firing Maxims or whatever.
Three, it's a military fortification. I'm pretty sure everyone or almost everyone in there is armed with a weapon of sorts.

[Rannoria]

OOC:You can't just say

"We bombard them and them we kill all of them"

You gotta do something COMPLEX

(Oh hush up. I like where it's going.)

Voided.

not enuf spageti 2/1.
lol jk

[Rannoria]

OOC: Time doesn't go by that fast m8. Not even a week has passed since we built Harker's Landing...Also in time of war, time does not progress as fast as in times of peace. For now, your post has been voided.

OOC: Are you a fucking CO-OP m8

Remember, a day irl is like 1 and a half month or something. Though it is unrealistic that Norcourtians won't fire upon Volgan troops or the Volgans won't get tired, it is somewhat plausible due to time.
And Norcourt, you aren't co-op, though that is already settled via TG

[Zjaum]

SUCCESSION IN THE EMPIRE!

Two days before this day, the old emperor Johann of Soissons has died in his sleep, and after much wrangling in the elections, the emperor's son, Johann, has been crowned as Emperor Johann II. After the mourning process was finished, Johann II has decided to throw a celebration in commentating his smooth succession. Invitations to the nations of the world, Imperium or non-Imperium have been sent. "I look forward to this celebration, as we can finally improve relations with non-Imperium nationstates." the emperor commented in an interview with one of our reporters.

Apparently the Zjaum are the only ones who care... We gladly accept, and we shall send our finest diplomats, business leaders, and nobility to the occasion. Is there a limit as to how many people we can officially send?

[The Manticoran Empire]

OOC: Are you a fucking CO-OP m8

Remember, a day irl is like 1 and a half month or something. Though it is unrealistic that Norcourtians won't fire upon Volgan troops or the Volgans won't get tired, it is somewhat plausible due to time.
And Norcourt, you aren't co-op, though that is already settled via TG

52 days.

[Rannoria]

Remember, a day irl is like 1 and a half month or something. Though it is unrealistic that Norcourtians won't fire upon Volgan troops or the Volgans won't get tired, it is somewhat plausible due to time.
And Norcourt, you aren't co-op, though that is already settled via TG

52 days.

OOC: Yeah, around one and a half month. Thanks for the specifics though. Now, OOC to the OOC, and IC to the IC.
IC:

Chapter: IV
Restoration
- Ep 3/Message Received -

Response to the Traansval
Tyron Gren and Mios Askwell sent an acknowledgement letter back to Mark, and then mustered up some forces.
These were the forces.

Kuruzov had sent 20,000 new recruits of the military who were already trained and needed to see combat for the first time, along with 10,000 troops who fought in the Cariebbean Civil War along with the Rannorian civil war. 40 Lenine's were sent as well along with 20 CT-100s, and a squad of the Kavaronian Gun (my nation's Maxim, just invented by a different dude whose last name was Kavaronian) was sent. 10 CT-100Fs and 20 Lenine Mk. 2s were sent as well. Only 2,000 people were in this regiment, and 3 people manned each gun. It would use water cooling, and was fully automatic yet stationary. They lacked manpower, but the war saw proving ground against enemies outside Rannoria.

Response to the NCSU

To: Emperor Johann II of the NCSU
Subject: Celebration!
We gladly accept! I and my colleague, Mios Askwell, send our condolences for your loss. Death is untimely and unfortunate. Though, I shall be coming whilst Maestoso Mios Askwell manages the nation. When does the party begin? I shall land in Thatcherton, but please do specify which port and where it is.
Thank you!
Regards, Grand Mios Askwell of Rannoria

[The Volgan Confederation]

Harker's Landing
The 206,000 troops fought even more and even harder, and they were 200 yards from Harker's Landing when they saw Norcoutrtian soldiers building up forticications, and they telegrammed the Artillery Commander to "Break Hell Up!". And so, they started bombarding Harker's Landing again. The Volgan soldiers cheered, and ran up the hill, up the ladders, and in the fortifications, killing everyone they can see.

Voided.
You cannot simply say, "We fire artillery at 'em and then we run up to their defenses and climb over their walls and kill everyone."

One, you need to give Norcourt a chance to retaliate.
Two, even if your bombardment succeeded, that wouldn't have completely destroyed Norcourtian defenses. There would still most likely be some artillery there or at least troops by the wall firing Maxims or whatever.
Three, it's a military fortification. I'm pretty sure everyone or almost everyone in there is armed with a weapon of sorts.

OOC; OOC: Ok? I was just reinacting the Siege of Fort Pillow from the movie "Glory". And by killing everyone in sight, I meant like a Barbarian killing everyone they can see. And, I'm giving Norcourt a chance to react after the soldiers climbed the walls into the Fortifications. And I know about if my bombardment succeding. And I know its military.

[The Traansval]

OOC: If it wasn't, I would be accepting applications. But it isn't so, your no longer a CO-OP in this RP.

Even if I'm not, surely the Volgans can't move that much men a large distance and the time so fast, eh?

OOC: I agree with Norcourt here, and i void Volgans post

[Zjaum]

Yeah, we're going to begin a draft. Our goal is to have two million soldiers by next year. Volunteers may come in, with very little prior qualifications outside of basic health. Further, we are going to emphasize the small arms industry. Anyone who wishes to help out should contact me; we can pay handsomely.

Meanwhile, tank production is going smoothly. Our production line is in place, and the first 100 light tanks have been made. They have yet to be fitted, however.

Naval production is also going swimmingly. We now have the capability to transport 50,000 troops anywhere in the world.

[The Volgan Confederation]

Even if I'm not, surely the Volgans can't move that much men a large distance and the time so fast, eh?

OOC: Emperor of the French, Napoleon Bonaparte; Genghis Khan of the Mongol Empire; Adolf Hitler of Nazi Germany

[The Traansval]

SUCCESSION IN THE EMPIRE!

Two days before this day, the old emperor Johann of Soissons has died in his sleep, and after much wrangling in the elections, the emperor's son, Johann, has been crowned as Emperor Johann II. After the mourning process was finished, Johann II has decided to throw a celebration in commentating his smooth succession. Invitations to the nations of the world, Imperium or non-Imperium have been sent. "I look forward to this celebration, as we can finally improve relations with non-Imperium nationstates." the emperor commented in an interview with one of our reporters.

From: Elected Official Mark Kruger, Leader of The Traansval and her People

To: Emperor Johann II, Leader of the NCSU and her People

Dear and great leader, i would be honored to attend this Celebration. Perhaps it could help improve relations between our two nations.

I shall bring along my family, along with a guard of Republican Guardsmen and Diplomats.

[The Traansval]

Voided.
You cannot simply say, "We fire artillery at 'em and then we run up to their defenses and climb over their walls and kill everyone."

One, you need to give Norcourt a chance to retaliate.
Two, even if your bombardment succeeded, that wouldn't have completely destroyed Norcourtian defenses. There would still most likely be some artillery there or at least troops by the wall firing Maxims or whatever.
Three, it's a military fortification. I'm pretty sure everyone or almost everyone in there is armed with a weapon of sorts.

OOC; OOC: Ok? I was just reinacting the Siege of Fort Pillow from the movie "Glory". And by killing everyone in sight, I meant like a Barbarian killing everyone they can see. And, I'm giving Norcourt a chance to react after the soldiers climbed the walls into the Fortifications. And I know about if my bombardment succeding. And I know its military.

OOC: Volgan, if i may. You just sent in a army of 200,000, these are a lot of men who need time to Rest, and re-organize themselves for a Battle. You can't just move men in, and expect them to attack with absolutely no rest. Besides, we've got a Fort set up on Harkers Landing, you have to breech the walls first.

[Eodor]

SUCCESSION IN THE EMPIRE!

Two days before this day, the old emperor Johann of Soissons has died in his sleep, and after much wrangling in the elections, the emperor's son, Johann, has been crowned as Emperor Johann II. After the mourning process was finished, Johann II has decided to throw a celebration in commentating his smooth succession. Invitations to the nations of the world, Imperium or non-Imperium have been sent. "I look forward to this celebration, as we can finally improve relations with non-Imperium nationstates." the emperor commented in an interview with one of our reporters.

To: NCSU Emperor Johann II
From: Premier Sergei Kalashinkov

The Eodorian Socialist Republic accepts your kind invitation. And we all hope that our two nations will have better relations because of this. Me and my colleagues would also like to send our condolences for the loss of your father, I two have had this experience, in a rather different way to you. Yet lets not get down about the past, instead look to the future.

I hope to meet you soon,

Premier Sergei Kalashnikov

[The Traansval]

Goldrush, Harker's Landing
October 24th, 1:08 AM

Many soldiers had stayed awake, awaiting anything to appear out of the blue. One thing did. The Norcourtian Fleet. Within it, was the famed 22nd Regiment of Foot commanded by Lord Horatio Ford, Lord Lewis and his Light infantry, and 5 Divisions of Infantry Regulars commanded by General William Gaulsby. Finally the relief force had arrived, however in total they only reached 81,000 somewhat large. However, there was fear of a large enemy army heading towards Harker's Landing. No, not a regiment, not a company, not a brigade, but an army, one thought to be comprised of 200,000. At the same time, however, the men knew if they all worked together, and setup fortifications, 81,000 could do almost anything...they built a large fort, with stone and wooden wall, in which they armed with 106 Maxim Machine Guns, 67 37mm Mini Cannons, 22 Heavy 82mm Guns, and numerous breechloading swivel cannons.
Well, that was the plan.

October 24th, 1886. 1548 Hours.

Harkers Landing

Lieutenant Cromwell walked with his Squad of men who had just undertaken a Scouting Mission on the Volgan Lines. The men didn't need to have fired a shot, there was a former Stone Quarry which was riddled with large boulders of Marble and Stone that the men were able to hide behind, and take recon of the enemy Trenches.

Lieutenant Cromwell entered the Command Tent of Harkers Landing, his second in command Sergeant Jensing by his side.

Lieutenant Cromwell: Sir! Recon taken on the enemy positions! We estimate around 200,000 Volgan Infantry, all of them armed sir...

Cromwell handed over a Satchel of maps and photo's taken by the scouting mission, and noticed a few new commanders in the tent

Lieutenant Cromwell: You men must be from the 22nd?

[Eodor]

Bhaarland, 1st Gepanzerte Infanteriedivision

A force of the 1st Gepanzerte Infanteriedivision (Armoured Infantry Division) had landed in Bhaarland, they would be the main attack force into Goldrush, as Eodor is not part of the Entente and has not signed the treaty. The Division is under the command of Generalmajor Hans Stolz, a former Imperial General who specializes in utilizing the SG-84 Self-propelled gun and Panzer-Angriff Auto armoured car. The division numbers 14,500 Infanterie (Riflemen), 60 SG-84 SPGs and 105 Panzer-Angriff Autos. The division is the first force dedicated to armoured warfare in the Eodorian army, similiar to the Imperial concept of the Panzertruppen (Mechanized Infantry).

The division is also the first unit in the red army not to answer to the Premier, instead, they report to a unit of former Imperial Generals in Agramer. Who can best co-ordinate the armoured assaults.

[Rannoria]

Chapter: IV
Restoration
- Ep 4/Progress, and a Rather Interesting Wager

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle - Diplomacy, Diplomacy. Oh, Diplomacy.
Two new guns, one made by Kuning Kavaronian, Sir Merah Kavaronian's brother (the one who made the Maxim equivalent), and one made by Elfrich Jean-Balahy. They were presented to Tyron Gren and Mios Askwell.
"And these are...?" Mios asked.

"Guns, Mios." Tyron said.

"I know that, Tyron. I'm just asking, why are you two presenting these to us when you could've just asked a factory owner?"

The two inventors looked at each other, then looked back at the two leaders and shrugged. "Anyhow." Jean-Balahy said. "These are our two new guns. I present to you, the Elfrich 1887."

"I beg your pardon? This revolver is named the Elfrich 1887?" Mios asked.

"Well, you see, this Elfrich is merely a prototype, but, just like you said earlier, and we have gotten the approval and support of several companies. Such as Rkadian Industries and Sordwen Co. In 1887, it's expected to be in full use. With your approval, anyway."

"Rather interesting." Tyron said, then turned to Kavaronian. "Now, you. You are Kuning Kavaronian, Merah Kavaronian's brother. You've also gotten into the arms industry have you?"

"Well, to start off, you're actually-" He was cut off by a glare from Elfrich, then sighed, then moved on. "I present to thee, the Kavaronian Lever-Model 1886. Or the KLM 1886, if you will. This is a lever-action model..." And he went on about the specifics.

"So... rather complicating. But, Mios did learn a few things from Sios and some books, and he agrees with it. Alright, then. By official decree... wait, can you hand me your form? Thank you." The two inventors did so, and thus they watched. "By official decree, I declare the Kavaronian Lever-Model 1886 and the Elfrich 1887 are soon going to be the next standard guns of the army!" And then, he stamped the two forms.

OOC: The Elfrich 1887 is based off the Webley Revolver 1887, and the KLM 1886 is based of the Winchester 1886.

The Reform Club, Rannkradle - Only for the Finest Ladies and Gentlemen.
Alabastor Fogg played with his five friends on the Blackjack table. Just recently he had won the round and said, "Blackjack." And placed his cards on the table.

"Well, men." He said, as he looked at the clock. "I must go and rest and prepare. And, Andrew, do we finalize the beginning of this wager?"

Andrew Montgomery nodded, then stood up. "A gentleman's agreement. Tomorrow, at 8 o' clock AM, it shall begin. Shake on it." Alabastor nodded, and shook. It was sealed.

Alabastor was a rather strange person. A man of Twelve Isles decent, and even then his mother was from the Twelve Isles, his father Rannorian whose ancestors were from the western islands. Quiet, reserved, rather a-little bland, yet it made him somewhat eccentric. Not much is known about him, besides the fact that he tends to stay in the crowd, and that he has great wealth. No one knows how he has it, but he has it, and it has been like that for years. He donates to differing charities, and he can live a good life without much worry. But what makes him so peculiar, is how precise he is.

Everyday, he wakes up every morning in his bedroom at Melville Row No. 7, at the exact same time, 7:00 AM, and does his morning duties. At precisely 8:37 AM, he embarks on a carriage to the Reform Club where he ends up there at precisely 9:02 AM. For most of the day, he stays there. His membership grants him lunch and dinner along with beverages. Then, at 7:30 PM, he bids farewell to his five friends. Andrew Montgomery and Teller Pen, two bankers. Edmund Krieger and Aristos Raedar, two businessmen. And Gamvol Avey, a casino owner. He then takes the 7:35 carriage to his home, then at 8:00 precisely he arrives. Until 9:00, he prepares himself for bed, then at 9:05, his lights go off, and then he sleeps.

But he cannot do this alone, his most recent butler, Foresttay Floobarb, was fired for setting his shaving water two degrees above the normal temperature. Wretched! His new butler, Seine Passepartout, was purely Aclusian. Formerly in the circus doing acrobatics, now a butler, he found out such a precise and eccentric man such as Alabastor was looking for a butler. Perfect! Seine was a butler to nine former men, yet he did not like serving under them. They were either partying late night and had to be dragged home at one. Or had some legal issues. Or some other obscure thing. And Seine did not want to deal with these things. And thus, a man like Alabastor, was perfect. He wanted peace. And he found it. He found him. His first day ends, with Monsieur Fogg coming home.

"Passepartout!" He calls out. "Passepartout!" He calls again. This time he comes down the stairs. "That's the second time I had to call you."

"I'm sorry sir, but you do not come home until 8:00. It's only 7:40!"

"Ah, well, I can see. But, tomorrow is a big day for us. Pack our bags. Bring 10,000 Banjopicks, my evening jacket, two sets of clothes for each of us. We shall buy and sell other items as we go."

"Go where, monsieur?" Seine said is semi-disbelief. First day on the job, and the unordinary happens.

"Around the world, Passepartout. In 80 days. I have a wager to win."

[The Traansval]

Ambassador Fredrick: Yes, let us continue onto the building where we shall negotiate

As the Diplomats and Guards made their way towards the carts, the Lead NAD Agent looked to a group of dock workers

They were different, they didn't have the same callouses you would see on a regular dock worker, but they held them selves in a way that would indicate they knew how to handle themselves. The Lead NAD Agent, Senior Agent Henry, knows this way of holding ones self, its the same way a NAD Agent acts.

These men were Eakan Intelligence, and they had made the NAD Agents.

Senior Agent Henry looked to the man who stood at the head of the Eakan Intelligence Men, and tipped his black bowler hat to him.
Henry looked to the man at his right, his second in command, and spoke in a voice he was sure would just be able to be heard by the lead Eakan Agent

Senior Agent Henry: So the game begins...

Both delegations boarded the automobiles and soon they were off and merged onto the main road, their escorts moving to all sides of the vehicles, Marshals armed with machineguns mounted on their vehicles made sure to scan the enviorment for any threats, the motorcade was moving at a steady pace and were expected to reach their destination, downtown Novy Sobor soon.

As the CIS agents were working, they noticed that the NAD agents were awry of them and soon they knew that the NAD agents know they were not dock workers when the lead NAD Agent tipped his bowler hat and spoke.

The head of the group of CIS agents, Head Agent Kashin returned the gesture with his working cap before uttering the phrase

"And So it does..."

Before turning around and seemingly leaving the NAD agents....

Downtown Novy Dobor

As the motorcade slowly stopped at the Building where the negotiations would take place, the Boer Delegation stepped out and made their way inside.

The Republican Guardsmen swarmed the flanks of the Delegation, their 1881 Mauser Rifles gleaming in the sun, their Mauser-Charloa's in their holsters. The NAD sprinkled themselves through the crowd, fingers on their Mares Leg Rifles in case some would be revolutionary tried something.

[Eodor]

Aaran, Serenity Casino

The Casino was grey and murky, cigarette smoke hung in the air, a filthy cloud that shrouded the once brightly coloured ceiling of the Serenity Casino. A man sat in the centre table, the grey cloud of smoke covering his face like a veil. Two, almost certainly drunk, young men walked up to the table. "Oi, mate," they had obviously had too many a stiff 'en that night, "this is our table now. Get lost." The man slurred his words as he brought his face slamming onto the table, knocking the sitting man's drink over. "I payed for that whisky," the figure stated firmly as he stood up. He revealed his face as the smoke cleared, it was... no... surely not?

Bodega.

The two drunken men showed no concern over Bodega's reputation. The Casino's frequent guests, of which there were many, all looked towards the drunkards in shock and slight admiration. They had just knocked down Bodega's drink, and they were about to pay the price. Without warning, Bodega pulled out his modified Enfield Mk2 revolver. He fired two bullets at the drunkards, who fell against the dirty Casino floor in unison. Bodega didn't see the men fall, he was already walking out of the door and into the city of Aaran.

[The Traansval]

Chapter: IV
Restoration
- Ep 4/Progress, and a Rather Interesting Wager

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle - Diplomacy, Diplomacy. Oh, Diplomacy.
Two new guns, one made by Kuning Kavaronian, Sir Merah Kavaronian's brother (the one who made the Maxim equivalent), and one made by Elfrich Jean-Balahy. They were presented to Tyron Gren and Mios Askwell.
"And these are...?" Mios asked.

"Guns, Mios." Tyron said.

"I know that, Tyron. I'm just asking, why are you two presenting these to us when you could've just asked a factory owner?"

The two inventors looked at each other, then looked back at the two leaders and shrugged. "Anyhow." Jean-Balahy said. "These are our two new guns. I present to you, the Elfrich 1887."

"I beg your pardon? This revolver is named the Elfrich 1887?" Mios asked.

"Well, you see, this Elfrich is merely a prototype, but, just like you said earlier, and we have gotten the approval and support of several companies. Such as Rkadian Industries and Sordwen Co. In 1887, it's expected to be in full use. With your approval, anyway."

"Rather interesting." Tyron said, then turned to Kavaronian. "Now, you. You are Kuning Kavaronian, Merah Kavaronian's brother. You've also gotten into the arms industry have you?"

"Well, to start off, you're actually-" He was cut off by a glare from Elfrich, then sighed, then moved on. "I present to thee, the Kavaronian Lever-Model 1886. Or the KLM 1886, if you will. This is a lever-action model..." And he went on about the specifics.

"So... rather complicating. But, Mios did learn a few things from Sios and some books, and he agrees with it. Alright, then. By official decree... wait, can you hand me your form? Thank you." The two inventors did so, and thus they watched. "By official decree, I declare the Kavaronian Lever-Model 1886 and the Elfrich 1887 are soon going to be the next standard guns of the army!" And then, he stamped the two forms.

OOC: The Elfrich 1887 is based off the Webley Revolver 1887, and the KLM 1886 is based of the Winchester 1886.

The Reform Club, Rannkradle - Only for the Finest Ladies and Gentlemen.
Alabastor Fogg played with his five friends on the Blackjack table. Just recently he had won the round and said, "Blackjack." And placed his cards on the table.

"Well, men." He said, as he looked at the clock. "I must go and rest and prepare. And, Andrew, do we finalize the beginning of this wager?"

Andrew Montgomery nodded, then stood up. "A gentleman's agreement. Tomorrow, at 8 o' clock AM, it shall begin. Shake on it." Alabastor nodded, and shook. It was sealed.

Alabastor was a rather strange person. A man of Twelve Isles decent, and even then his mother was from the Twelve Isles, his father Rannorian whose ancestors were from the western islands. Quiet, reserved, rather a-little bland, yet it made him somewhat eccentric. Not much is known about him, besides the fact that he tends to stay in the crowd, and that he has great wealth. No one knows how he has it, but he has it, and it has been like that for years. He donates to differing charities, and he can live a good life without much worry. But what makes him so peculiar, is how precise he is.

Everyday, he wakes up every morning in his bedroom at Melville Row No. 7, at the exact same time, 7:00 AM, and does his morning duties. At precisely 8:37 AM, he embarks on a carriage to the Reform Club where he ends up there at precisely 9:02 AM. For most of the day, he stays there. His membership grants him lunch and dinner along with beverages. Then, at 7:30 PM, he bids farewell to his five friends. Andrew Montgomery and Teller Pen, two bankers. Edmund Krieger and Aristos Raedar, two businessmen. And Gamvol Avey, a casino owner. He then takes the 7:35 carriage to his home, then at 8:00 precisely he arrives. Until 9:00, he prepares himself for bed, then at 9:05, his lights go off, and then he sleeps.

But he cannot do this alone, his most recent butler, Foresttay Floobarb, was fired for setting his shaving water two degrees above the normal temperature. Wretched! His new butler, Seine Passepartout, was purely Aclusian. Formerly in the circus doing acrobatics, now a butler, he found out such a precise and eccentric man such as Alabastor was looking for a butler. Perfect! Seine was a butler to nine former men, yet he did not like serving under them. They were either partying late night and had to be dragged home at one. Or had some legal issues. Or some other obscure thing. And Seine did not want to deal with these things. And thus, a man like Alabastor, was perfect. He wanted peace. And he found it. He found him. His first day ends, with Monsieur Fogg coming home.

"Passepartout!" He calls out. "Passepartout!" He calls again. This time he comes down the stairs. "That's the second time I had to call you."

"I'm sorry sir, but you do not come home until 8:00. It's only 7:40!"

"Ah, well, I can see. But, tomorrow is a big day for us. Pack our bags. Bring 10,000 Banjopicks, my evening jacket, two sets of clothes for each of us. We shall buy and sell other items as we go."

"Go where, monsieur?" Seine said is semi-disbelief. First day on the job, and the unordinary happens.

"Around the world, Passepartout. In 80 days. I have a wager to win."

Rannorian Airfield

The Rannorian Airfield was a stretch of dusty land, there were no buildings except a few slim Steel Mooring Rods. It was primitive, but then again Rannoria rarely saw Aerial Ships in their country.

However, one such ship was currently moored their, and her captain yelled out to all who he saw



Captain Nemo: LADIES AND GENTS, FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE NAUTILUS! FASTEST AERIAL SHIP IN THE SKIES, WHY I COULD CIRCLE THE GLOBE IN THIS HERE SHIP AND MAKE IT BACK FOR TEA TIME! SHE'LL CARRY ANY CARGO, WHERE EVER YOU NEED HER!

Nemo stepped back from his small podium. Business was slow, no one in Rannoria trusted these Flimsy looking Aerial Ships to transport them or their cargo.
He needed business badly, someone who needed to reach their destination quickly, that was his specialty. The Nautilus could read a speed of 35 Knots, it was the fastest thing in the world. He needed a customer, he needed one badly...

[Norcourt]

October 24th, 1886. 1548 Hours.

Harkers Landing

Lieutenant Cromwell walked with his Squad of men who had just undertaken a Scouting Mission on the Volgan Lines. The men didn't need to have fired a shot, there was a former Stone Quarry which was riddled with large boulders of Marble and Stone that the men were able to hide behind, and take recon of the enemy Trenches.

Lieutenant Cromwell entered the Command Tent of Harkers Landing, his second in command Sergeant Jensing by his side.

Lieutenant Cromwell: Sir! Recon taken on the enemy positions! We estimate around 200,000 Volgan Infantry, all of them armed sir...

Cromwell handed over a Satchel of maps and photo's taken by the scouting mission, and noticed a few new commanders in the tent

Lieutenant Cromwell: You men must be from the 22nd?

Lieutenant Harker 200,000 Eh? My god...lord help us. The only way to muster that much men in one assault to lose so much lives...is if there were rag tag barbarians, eh? Also, yes, indeed Cromwell. These men, who are in Khaki, Red, and White, are the 22nd Regiment of Foot. The ones in Khaki are Lord Lewis' Light Infantry, and the 5 Divisions of Regulars from Dunbury, in total giving us 82,630 men, counting us.

As you can see, I have told the men to build several layers of wooden and stone palisade. Outside of the walls, we will have multiple ditches, each one acting as a retreating point if one gets overwhelmed. We have many light cannons, and few heavy, but we do have lots of those new Maxim Guns produced in Harbrook. We also have several swivel guns, however many of them will remain on the palisades, to defend the walls.

Good god, Cromwell, are you sure we can do this? We, as brothers, shall stay true to Norcourt. Let this battle be remembered in history...