1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

[The Twelve Isles]

"Stop the Car!" yelled Billy. He could see men in green uniforms of the Isles, hunkered down behind a building. In them, he had seen the face of Louis, his oldest friend in the army. "Stop, please, I need to see someone there." In front of their position was a church on a hill, and he could see flits of Boer uniforms as they charged up the hill, and an odd hodgepodge of projectiles being fired down on them. He could see bullets passing through the air, but among them were also arrows, rocks and bricks, and even a barrel that was rolled down the hill.

"Louis!" Shouted Billy, waving his hand in the air, "Louis! Its Billy!"

[The Traansval]

Blackadder

A group of military commanders were speaking in a tent

Lieutenant: Sir, the enemy is weak within their Fortress, they could never handle a assault!

Colonel: The men are tired sir, they need rest.

Lieutenant General: I hear you both, we must hit them quickly, but the men do need rest. Our Artillery will continue to bomb the Citadel, and at 8:00 Sharp we shall assault. That should give the men plenty time to rest. Dismissed!

[The Traansval]

"Stop the Car!" yelled Billy. He could see men in green uniforms of the Isles, hunkered down behind a building. In them, he had seen the face of Louis, his oldest friend in the army. "Stop, please, I need to see someone there." In front of their position was a church on a hill, and he could see flits of Boer uniforms as they charged up the hill, and an odd hodgepodge of projectiles being fired down on them. He could see bullets passing through the air, but among them were also arrows, rocks and bricks, and even a barrel that was rolled down the hill.

"Louis!" Shouted Billy, waving his hand in the air, "Louis! Its Billy!"

Sergeant Adams: Gunner! Direct fire on that Church, il swing us around

Sergeant Adams pulled on the Control Lever of the car, swinging it towards the Skirmishers

[Arengin Union]

Los Santos battle

The Arenginian and Aclusian kept pushing hard on the walls, splitting the wood with their axes without mercy. It was already dark and the sounds of war and thunder from the rain didn't make things any better. The machine gun post between every wooden wall was what was keeping the Entente at bay. Arenginian and Boer troops began attacking the East side. The entire town was almost cornered except for the south side where carriages of militia men and soldiers were fleeing.

Arenginian special "shell" troopers armed with plate armor and winchester 1895 rifles began throwing molotovs at the machine gun posts. Some wouldn't thrown them in time before being shot and the molotovs would just burn the Entente troops. However, many of the troopers were able to throw the molotovs at various of the posts. Burning the Carriebean defenders alive.

The entire surroundings of the city was flooded with soldiers. Now entering the city, Arenginian, Isles and Aclusian soldiers at the front in the west side, Rannorian forces and Arengin Cavalry at the North, and Boer and Arenginian at the East side. Running through the city, any Carriebean soldier would be squashed by the charging and unforgiving Entente troops.

[The Twelve Isles]

"Stop the Car!" yelled Billy. He could see men in green uniforms of the Isles, hunkered down behind a building. In them, he had seen the face of Louis, his oldest friend in the army. "Stop, please, I need to see someone there." In front of their position was a church on a hill, and he could see flits of Boer uniforms as they charged up the hill, and an odd hodgepodge of projectiles being fired down on them. He could see bullets passing through the air, but among them were also arrows, rocks and bricks, and even a barrel that was rolled down the hill.

"Louis!" Shouted Billy, waving his hand in the air, "Louis! Its Billy!"

Sergeant Adams: Gunner! Direct fire on that Church, il swing us around

Sergeant Adams pulled on the Control Lever of the car, swinging it towards the Skirmishers

"Thank you sir," said Billy, as the car swung around. Before they had come to a full stop, Billy jumped off, tripping and falling, before quickly picking himself back up and running to Louis. The two ran up to one another, and the old friend came together in a bear hug, their guns dropped by their side. They pulled apart, and picked up their weapons again.

"Whats going on?" asked Billy.

"We've been given orders to assist the assault on that church.

"Your not attched to the armored cars anymore?" said Billy.

"No, we're still a part of that unit, but we got separated from you guys while trying to cross the trenches. Theres a lieutenant back that aways," he said, pointing with his tumb over his shoulder to the direction Billy and the Car had come from. "We ran into him and some of his boys, and they said to help the attack."

"We've been ordered to scout further into the city," said Billy, looking through one of the broken windows to the church.

"Hey, hurry it up," said the Isles commander, jogging up to them, a sword in his hand. "We're assaulting in two minutes, and I need everyone in this platoon."

Billy looked back to the car, and then to his friend. "Come out of this alive," he said.

"You too," said Louis, extending his hand for Billy to shake. He took it, before turning and climbing back up onto the car.

[The Traansval]

Sergeant Adams: Gunner! Direct fire on that Church, il swing us around

Sergeant Adams pulled on the Control Lever of the car, swinging it towards the Skirmishers

"Thank you sir," said Billy, as the car swung around. Before they had come to a full stop, Billy jumped off, tripping and falling, before quickly picking himself back up and running to Louis. The two ran up to one another, and the old friend came together in a bear hug, their guns dropped by their side. They pulled apart, and picked up their weapons again.

"Whats going on?" asked Billy.

"We've been given orders to assist the assault on that church.

"Your not attched to the armored cars anymore?" said Billy.

"No, we're still a part of that unit, but we got separated from you guys while trying to cross the trenches. Theres a lieutenant back that aways," he said, pointing with his tumb over his shoulder to the direction Billy and the Car had come from. "We ran into him and some of his boys, and they said to help the attack."

"We've been ordered to scout further into the city," said Billy, looking through one of the broken windows to the church.

"Hey, hurry it up," said the Isles commander, jogging up to them, a sword in his hand. "We're assaulting in two minutes, and I need everyone in this platoon."

Billy looked back to the car, and then to his friend. "Come out of this alive," he said.

"You too," said Louis, extending his hand for Billy to shake. He took it, before turning and climbing back up onto the car.

Sergeant Adams: Billy, we've been given new orders from the runner over there, the one that got shot. The Cars have been split up into 4 squads, our squads assaulting at this point. Keep that rifle handy through the Gun Ports, were hottie that chu-

Half way through his last word, a Artillery Shell came down and blew the Church to bits.

Sergeant Adams: Or not, well then buys, WERE JUMPING!

Adams pushed the Levers as far as they could go, and the car rocketed ahead, jumping over the rumble of the Church. There they found a group of Carribeaners, a few got crushed under the Metal Monster. The Agar gun opened fire, and the Auxiliaries were firing their Winchesters while Billy fired his Isles Rifle.

[Aclus]

General Bernard Solon, Carribean Fortified monastery

Quick and swiftly, General Solon entered a tent with the Boer Liutenant General with a request.

"Hello mate, I have an idea how to destroy that fortification, The Aclusian 3rd Army brought in 2 Rail Guns, Big bertha and Green Giant, 450 mm Guns that could destroy that monastery to smitherins, granted your permission of course"

Los Santos, Night

A Aclusian 50 man Platoon was on the advance through the left sectors of the town, all was smooth until the platoon turned around a corridor and a Carribean Gatling gun in a alleyway opened up on the troops downing several men.

"Hold here! Take cover!" The platoon commander yelled out as the men took their positions.

He quickly grabbed a black powder grenade and lit it, the troops then provided covering fire as he threw it into the Carribean gatling crews alleyway.

[The Twelve Isles]

Billy looked back as Louis's platoon charged forward behind them, bayonets fixed. He put his gun through the gun port, and fired at a Caribbean militiaman as he tried to run away behind some rubble. It hit the man in the back, and he fell face first into the ground. Billy looked back again, and saw the Isles and Boer soldiers as they came to the church, a surge of men from either side, pressing in and killing all who stood in their way.

[The Traansval]

General Bernard Solon, Carribean Fortified monastery

Quick and swiftly, General Solon entered a tent with the Boer Liutenant General with a request.

"Hello mate, I have an idea how to destroy that fortification, The Aclusian 3rd Army brought in 2 Rail Guns, Big bertha and Green Giant, 450 mm Guns that could destroy that monastery to smitherins, granted your permission of course"

Los Santos, Night

A Aclusian 50 man Platoon was on the advance through the left sectors of the town, all was smooth until the platoon turned around a corridor and a Carribean Gatling gun in a alleyway opened up on the troops downing several men.

"Hold here! Take cover!" The platoon commander yelled out as the men took their positions.

He quickly grabbed a black powder grenade and lit it, the troops then provided covering fire as he threw it into the Carribean gatling crews alleyway.

(OOC: I'm going to assume you mean the Citadel at Blackadder)

Lieutenant General: yes, your artillery will be a huge asset, might even blow the doors open. Our assault will take place in a few hours (Ingame time), so blow it up fast laddy

[The Traansval]

Billy looked back as Louis's platoon charged forward behind them, bayonets fixed. He put his gun through the gun port, and fired at a Caribbean militiaman as he tried to run away behind some rubble. It hit the man in the back, and he fell face first into the ground. Billy looked back again, and saw the Isles and Boer soldiers as they came to the church, a surge of men from either side, pressing in and killing all who stood in their way.

Sergeant Adams: Billy get ready, we've got orders to drive to the Palce with the rest of the Armored Squad and assist troops there. Shoot anything that isn't Entente, even civilians, you never know if a civilian might have a bomb under their clothes...

After saying this, Adams remembered the child suicide bomber he saw back when the fighting was in Robesonistan. A young tike of about 8 years of age, with a artillery shell on his back...


The Sergeant looked to the crew
Sergeant Adams: These people are true monsters...

[The Traansval]

Blackadder

Lieutenant General was preparing his men, the Acluaians had given him control of their rail guns and were about to fire, now..

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

Giant shells were flung at the citadel, one hit the front gate square on and nearly knocked it off its hinges, another fell within the citadel. A giant ball of fire showed that it had hit the enemy weapons supply, this was great news.

The Lieutenant General waited for the pre-Derermined time for them to stop, and the attack to begin.

The time had come, the guns had fallen silent, and the silence was pierced by one crew from thousands of throats.

URA!

The nearly 75,000 troops, Boers and Aclusians, charged the Citadel.

19 Armored Motorized cars slammed into the gate, crashing it to the ground and pushing their way through the enemy defenses while the infantry funneled in behind them.

The citadel, had been breached..

[Arengin Union]

Los Santos, 12 am

The battle had raged throughout the city, rockets and bright explosions flying around the sky while sound of firefights were heard throughout the city. Sounds of limbs being ripped apart, blood splattered all over the city. Small firefights would break out as the Entente forces would be battling for every inch of the city.

The armored cars riding along with the infantry. The smell of sulfur and smoke of the bullet casings was something that would replace the air. The city was in flames.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

The emperor was at Pallas Fomalhaut, looking at some papers about the current status of the war as of right now, when a legion of itchy lesions suddenly and slowly appeared on his face. "Argh," grunted the emperor as he itched his face with one hand and grabbed a mirror with another, when he saw his face, he dropped the mirror and screeched gutturally, the guards came in droves before distancing themselves a bit from the emperor, who had worn a burlap sack mask, and was gibbering nonsense and obscenities from his mouth. "Leprosy! Leprosy! And Insanity! Go away fiends!" the emperor screamed, cackling madly and scratching his face a moment later. "Say your prayers! Say your prayers!" he shouted, apparently, the leprosy had shot him of the edge of his sanity.



The emperor, succumbing to his dual symptoms of leprosy and insanity.

---

A few hours later...

The emperor, who had been isolating himself in his office, had let out the order to castrate in public any Carriebean citizens in the nation, salt their wounds, then if they do not die of fatigue, they are to be sacrificed to Cthulhu, after this order was made public knowledge, a enormous celebration occurred in the ranks of the Cthulhists. The reasons behind this order are quite blurry even in the modern era, but it is widely believed that it was because the emperor was insane and wanted revenge against the Carriebean.

[Eodor]

Guilfeld, Capital of the Eodorian Empire

King Allex III sat in his oak wood chair. He was bored. He didn't know why. Just that he was. Nothing ever really happened in the Empire anymore. And of the world around it he could not say. The Mahogany doors of the Imperial Throne room burst open. A red faced General Hubert Tarr came inside. "M'lord," he said in a thick British accent "We have received word of war. Sire. War. Not with us. But between these two rival factions. The Entente and The Imperium."
Allex didn't look amused at the General. Instead he sighed and said to him, "Stop taking your little military games so literally General." General Tarr looked visibly confused at this. "Sire. I have been playing no games. These two major alliances are at war sire. And we must pick a side in order to not be taken as merely collateral damage." King Allex suddenly perked up. Almost smiling.
"Well General. We shall side with the Entente and defeat these Imperium scum. And regain territory that was once our own. Get me the War Office."

From the Eodorian War Office, Guilfeld.
TO the Entente Powers,

Greetings,
It has come to our attention that there is a, shall I say, War. Between you and a rival power the Imperium. We believe it is in our best interests to join your alliance in this dark time. The Eodorian Empire is at your service.

Sincerely,
King Allex III

[The Traansval]

Guilfeld, Capital of the Eodorian Empire

King Allex III sat in his oak wood chair. He was bored. He didn't know why. Just that he was. Nothing ever really happened in the Empire anymore. And of the world around it he could not say. The Mahogany doors of the Imperial Throne room burst open. A red faced General Hubert Tarr came inside. "M'lord," he said in a thick British accent "We have received word of war. Sire. War. Not with us. But between these two rival factions. The Entente and The Imperium."
Allex didn't look amused at the General. Instead he sighed and said to him, "Stop taking your little military games so literally General." General Tarr looked visibly confused at this. "Sire. I have been playing no games. These two major alliances are at war sire. And we must pick a side in order to not be taken as merely collateral damage." King Allex suddenly perked up. Almost smiling.
"Well General. We shall side with the Entente and defeat these Imperium scum. And regain territory that was once our own. Get me the War Office."

From the Eodorian War Office, Guilfeld.
TO the Entente Powers,

Greetings,
It has come to our attention that there is a, shall I say, War. Between you and a rival power the Imperium. We believe it is in our best interests to join your alliance in this dark time. The Eodorian Empire is at your service.

Sincerely,
King Allex III

From: Elected Official Mark Kruger

To: Eodor

Greeting,

While your contributions to the Entente will be greatly appreciated, and we will accept you with open arms to our alliance, I am afraid that your information is quite slow. The Entente-Imperium
peace treaty was signed many months ago (Ingame time) and thus there is no war between the Entente and the Imperium.

But, the Entente still welcomes any new members. So if you still wish to join, you will be accepted.

END MESSAGE

[The Traansval]

Blackadder Citadel

Lieutenant Monroe, Boer Infantry, was leading a charge into the Citadel. Thousands of men followed him, Boers and Aclusians. Boer Armored Cars had pushed ahead, smashing right through the wooden defenses oh the Jesuits.

This was a new tactic, Armored Vehicles smashing straight through enemy defenses while infantry filled the gap immediately after.

Monroe was carrying a Mauser Rifle, a little unusual for a Officer but it worked better for this assault. He fired off a shot, then stabbed a Jesuit wielding a wood cutting axe with his Bayonet.

Monroe looked around him, more and more Entente troops rushed in. He saw the Jesuits fighting tooth and nail, with anything they could get while Professional Soliders mowed them down.

This was a blood bath...

[Olthenia]

House of Wonders
Clairmont, Kingdom of Morvern
No portion kept is the smallest

Envoy Baatz listened patiently to Representative Karl. Glanced at his paper too; those green eyes obediently scanning the Traansvaler’s foreign, machine-tight script. When Karl finally gestured to the fellow at his side, Kyler inclined his feline head a fraction of an inch just as custom dictated. The cat thought the Guildsman tall and rather stooped; with a sickly, decaying look to him. Perhaps the heat disagreed with his constitution? He reminded Baatz of a great, white vulture. But he was a foreign emissary, him and Karl both, and emissaries could be as peculiar as they pleased.

“Your proposal bears merit, Representative,” Kyler allowed in his most courtly tone. “The sale of rubber, and rubber alone, in exchange for Rannorian iron ore would be agreeable to the Dowager-Queen. As for the Gauteng’s fee...” Kyler paused and took an artful sip of water from a small silver bowl. Did humans not sip from bowls? How queer were these foreigners and their sweaty, hairless ways. Most queer. “I am certain the Conclave will agree to it; though not without a rejoinder.” And here he fixed Representative Karl with a level, green-eyed stare. “The Federal Union most allow for the payment of a minor fee to Morvern’s benefit at, say, five percent on the transaction. No cat would call that unjust.”

A smile; thin and feline.

“Regarding your request that Her Enduring Majesty’s government respect Rannoria’s claim to an operations in Congarin; well, I can see no trouble with such a request. Provided, of course, that the Federal Union in turn recognizes similar claims to Etheiopum and Rhomanoke as zones of inherent Morvernian interest.”

The Headway Line
Central Etheiopum
A horse of iron

With diplomacy well underway in fair Clairmont, other happenings were also afoot in places a far cry from the baked brick and mahogany of that far city. Thus was the way of things amidst the heat and humidity of Ethei's jungle. It was something utterly new to First Speaker Crovern, unlike anything he had ever seen. Like the great, fuzzy tail of some giant, indolent beast were about two thousand working cats, all told, spread in a long line miles long; a huge procession carving into the edge of the fierce, fecund jungle. At it's head, the majority of their lot were hard at work clearing the jungle ahead - difficult work that required extreme effort for long periods of time, made even harder by the age and strength of the land they were trying to tame. Diligent were the workers nonetheless; despite their humble pay - for their contracts included land grants as part of their employment.

At their heels came the railroad construction gangs, the way prepared by survey teams - laying the track down. Here sweating foreigners stomped, for theirs were the brains that drove the entire operation forward - ever forward, although there were a marked number of younger felines in the subordinate positions involved in assisting with the calculations and decision-making. It was all part of Crovern's plan to improve Morvern to the same status as the human nations at their borders; Rannoria and the Traansval. Though the railway was heading to nowhere, that would not be the case long, as already, a dozen or so miles back, immigrant farmers were clearing the jungle on either side of the railroad track. A similar venture were already in operation in the north of the country, while all over Morvern - smaller bands of industrious felines were building additional railroads to connect all the lands of the cat clans. Today the quickest way to travel in Morvern was by boat; but tomorrow? Tomorrow was a new day.

Communication to the Empire of Wargloria

Führer Adler,

As a bold new decade looms before us, God Almighty Himself must look down upon our respective nations and wonder why we are not firmer allies. Safest, after all, is he who knows his neighbors well; and though we know but little of your land, our shared dedication to honor, race and feats of arms form foundation of values common to both our people. We hope therefore to convey our sincere desire to develop a firm and friendly relationship between the Empire of Wargloria and the Kingdom of Morvern.

Sincerely,
Honorius Crovern de Sulazzo
First Minister of Morvern

[The Traansval]

House of Wonders
Clairmont, Kingdom of Morvern
No portion kept is the smallest

Envoy Baatz listened patiently to Representative Karl. Glanced at his paper too; those green eyes obediently scanning the Traansvaler’s foreign, machine-tight script. When Karl finally gestured to the fellow at his side, Kyler inclined his feline head a fraction of an inch just as custom dictated. The cat thought the Guildsman tall and rather stooped; with a sickly, decaying look to him. Perhaps the heat disagreed with his constitution? He reminded Baatz of a great, white vulture. But he was a foreign emissary, him and Karl both, and emissaries could be as peculiar as they pleased.

“Your proposal bears merit, Representative,” Kyler allowed in his most courtly tone. “The sale of rubber, and rubber alone, in exchange for Rannorian iron ore would be agreeable to the Dowager-Queen. As for the Gauteng’s fee...” Kyler paused and took an artful sip of water from a small silver bowl. Did humans not sip from bowls? How queer were these foreigners and their sweaty, hairless ways. Most queer. “I am certain the Conclave will agree to it; though not without a rejoinder.” And here he fixed Representative Karl with a level, green-eyed stare. “The Federal Union most allow for the payment of a minor fee to Morvern’s benefit at, say, five percent on the transaction. No cat would call that unjust.”

A smile; thin and feline.

“Regarding your request that Her Enduring Majesty’s government respect Rannoria’s claim to an operations in Congarin; well, I can see no trouble with such a request. Provided, of course, that the Federal Union in turn recognizes similar claims to Etheiopum and Rhomanoke as zones of inherent Morvernian interest.”

The Headway Line
Central Etheiopum
A horse of iron

With diplomacy well underway in fair Clairmont, other happenings were also afoot in places a far cry from the baked brick and mahogany of that far city. Thus was the way of things amidst the heat and humidity of Ethei's jungle. It was something utterly new to First Speaker Crovern, unlike anything he had ever seen. Like the great, fuzzy tail of some giant, indolent beast were about two thousand working cats, all told, spread in a long line miles long; a huge procession carving into the edge of the fierce, fecund jungle. At it's head, the majority of their lot were hard at work clearing the jungle ahead - difficult work that required extreme effort for long periods of time, made even harder by the age and strength of the land they were trying to tame. Diligent were the workers nonetheless; despite their humble pay - for their contracts included land grants as part of their employment.

At their heels came the railroad construction gangs, the way prepared by survey teams - laying the track down. Here sweating foreigners stomped, for theirs were the brains that drove the entire operation forward - ever forward, although there were a marked number of younger felines in the subordinate positions involved in assisting with the calculations and decision-making. It was all part of Crovern's plan to improve Morvern to the same status as the human nations at their borders; Rannoria and the Traansval. Though the railway was heading to nowhere, that would not be the case long, as already, a dozen or so miles back, immigrant farmers were clearing the jungle on either side of the railroad track. A similar venture were already in operation in the north of the country, while all over Morvern - smaller bands of industrious felines were building additional railroads to connect all the lands of the cat clans. Today the quickest way to travel in Morvern was by boat; but tomorrow? Tomorrow was a new day.

Rep. Karl: Are you daft man? Rannoria has declined you proposal. I and my merchant friend here are from The Traansval. We are Boers, not Rannorians.
The deal still stands, BOER Iron from the Red Dunes of the western cape among the other mentioned cargo will travel on the cargo route.

Karl spoke to the Guildsman next to him, who nodded once.

Karl: My friend here from the Guild agrees to you term of a 5% fee to be paid on any Gauteng Guild transactions that take place on Movern Soil.
We also agree to Recognize your sphere of influence.
Now I must once again tell you, this treaty is between Movern and The Traanval only. However, the Traansval is a major player with the Entente, so aside from the trade aspects this treaty will be held up by the Entente as a whole.

[Rannoria]

Guilfeld, Capital of the Eodorian Empire

King Allex III sat in his oak wood chair. He was bored. He didn't know why. Just that he was. Nothing ever really happened in the Empire anymore. And of the world around it he could not say. The Mahogany doors of the Imperial Throne room burst open. A red faced General Hubert Tarr came inside. "M'lord," he said in a thick British accent "We have received word of war. Sire. War. Not with us. But between these two rival factions. The Entente and The Imperium."
Allex didn't look amused at the General. Instead he sighed and said to him, "Stop taking your little military games so literally General." General Tarr looked visibly confused at this. "Sire. I have been playing no games. These two major alliances are at war sire. And we must pick a side in order to not be taken as merely collateral damage." King Allex suddenly perked up. Almost smiling.
"Well General. We shall side with the Entente and defeat these Imperium scum. And regain territory that was once our own. Get me the War Office."

From the Eodorian War Office, Guilfeld.
TO the Entente Powers,

Greetings,
It has come to our attention that there is a, shall I say, War. Between you and a rival power the Imperium. We believe it is in our best interests to join your alliance in this dark time. The Eodorian Empire is at your service.

Sincerely,
King Allex III

To: King Allex III of Eodor
Encryption: Max
Subject: Invitation
Ah, we welcome you into the alliance of the Arisluian Entente, though your information about the war is long overdue.
Anyhow, I, Grand Sios Adance of Rannoria, would like to invite an ambassador, or a representative, or even you, King Alex, to come to Rannkradle, Rannoria.
We sincerely hope you come.
Sincerely, Grand Sios Adance of Rannoria

[The Traansval]

Guilfeld, Capital of the Eodorian Empire

King Allex III sat in his oak wood chair. He was bored. He didn't know why. Just that he was. Nothing ever really happened in the Empire anymore. And of the world around it he could not say. The Mahogany doors of the Imperial Throne room burst open. A red faced General Hubert Tarr came inside. "M'lord," he said in a thick British accent "We have received word of war. Sire. War. Not with us. But between these two rival factions. The Entente and The Imperium."
Allex didn't look amused at the General. Instead he sighed and said to him, "Stop taking your little military games so literally General." General Tarr looked visibly confused at this. "Sire. I have been playing no games. These two major alliances are at war sire. And we must pick a side in order to not be taken as merely collateral damage." King Allex suddenly perked up. Almost smiling.
"Well General. We shall side with the Entente and defeat these Imperium scum. And regain territory that was once our own. Get me the War Office."

From the Eodorian War Office, Guilfeld.
TO the Entente Powers,

Greetings,
It has come to our attention that there is a, shall I say, War. Between you and a rival power the Imperium. We believe it is in our best interests to join your alliance in this dark time. The Eodorian Empire is at your service.

Sincerely,
King Allex III

To: King Allex III of Eodor
Encryption: Max
Subject: Invitation
Ah, we welcome you into the alliance of the Arisluian Entente, though your information about the war is long overdue.
Anyhow, I, Grand Sios Adance of Rannoria, would like to invite an ambassador, or a representative, or even you, King Alex, to come to Rannkradle, Rannoria.
We sincerely hope you come.
Sincerely, Grand Sios Adance of Rannoria

Pretoria, Guateng, The Traansval

Presidential Palace

Mark Kruger sat at his desk, he has never been more busy before. The war in the Carribean was closing, the Worlds Fair was begin planned and the architects were planning the Fair Grounds, technological advanced of Government and Civilian/International companies were going to revolutionize the arms and armor of The Traansval by 1880, and now 4 brand new nations had sprung up onto the International World Stage.

Speaking of new nations, someone was here to speak of them

NAD Agent: Sir, The Chancellor is still in Wargloria, so I am here to debrief you. The Eodorians and Rannoria are in communication, some sort of meeting between nations for the purpose of discussing their relations with The Entente.

Mark Kruger: Well let us be present, I shall leave immediately, gather a team of your fellow agents and we ship out immediately.

From: Mark Kruger, head of state of the Traansval

TO: Eodor and Rannoria

Greeting gentlemen! I shall make myself present at the discussions between you two.

I shall be eager to meet the Eodorian Rep or Leader, and it has been many a moon since we have spoken Sios.

END MESSAGE

[Newne Carriebean7]

Inner Citadel Blackadder
Superior Holy Bishop Cristopher De San Lopez set the sword on the table as the bombardment continued. a dusty looking Priest entered the room with blood dripping from his robe.
"sir, the enemy forces have breached our defenses, and are on their way here!"
" here are my last orders, the women and children are to be poisoned in mass graves, the soldiers are to be bolstered at the front line by any man or young boy carrying a rifle or sword, they need more men to hold, and I shall give it to them. dispatch three of the Imperial companies of 300 soldiers each to assist them in the line, have the gunners from the cannons stop firing and roll down rounds of lit ammunition towards the front line to do something, have them do this until they are almost out, when they shall participate in the melee together, that will bolster the line by 406 more soldiers, and will give us more time to prepare, that is all."
"sir, It's been an honor."
Lopez merely nodded and thrust the sword through his heart, collapsing on the bed as the Priest ran off to inform the men.

People's Republic of Thernania
President Akechi Mitsuhide shivered in the cold vest he was wearing, as it was a chilly day, the perfect weather to be launching a Battleship, which had been in the works of construction for a short while now, was finally ready, the engines had been installed, as had the propellers and rudder, the ballast had been placed in there and the water tightness of the Iron was in no doubt. Mitsuhide scaled the steps to be face to stern with the rear end of the ship. as he turned around to inform the nearly 13,000 people that had gathered there, many of them the workers that had made the vessel for minimal money and Sais in their bank account for a vessel that cost nearly 42 million Sais, thousands of times what the average worker would make to construct it. taking a deep breath, he mused through the cards he had brought before begining.

"Noble workers of the dockyard! I speak to you today as a congratulations on your accomplishment, you have finished the construction of this ship on time, and a little ahead of schedule, which is grand news indeed! now then, the vessel is to be fitted out with twenty two smaller 3.7 inch side guns to fire with, eleven on each starboard and port sides of the ship! for the main battery, four turrets of three revolving 10 inch heavy cannons are to be placed, one on each front and rear of the three funnels which will power the ship, and another two on the port and starboard sides of the funneled mass. there will also be five smaller 7.5 inch single cannons in armored turrets, with two on the front and three in the rear of the vessel, each gun in front of each other. it is to be manned by 956 sailors, with 44 officers to ensure everything gets done onboard the ship. a captain shall be elected by the crew in three days once the necessary requirements are made. the ship is to be commissioned in three months, once the entire vessel is prepared for war. I commission this ship the Fuso!"
the crowd cheered once more as the glass bottle of champagne crashed and shattered against the side of the armored vessel, and a small wooden hanging sign is lowered that bore the ship's name as the Fuso, the ship slid down the gangway with the millions of tonnes of butter acting as a lubricant for the 19,200 ton ship as it crashed into the calm seas of the Main Port, the ship heeling from port to starboard before steadying itself. almost immediately, several tugs came out to steer the vessel for the gun armaments that sat a few miles upriver, the little tugs trying their hardest to steer the behemoth upriver towards the heavy armaments.
as Mitsuhide walked from the steps he got a tap on his shoulder by a thernanian aide of his.
"sir, we have reports of a skirmish that's led to some carriebeaniers invading us."
"what? get me my horse and have me to the front line in an hour, is that clear?!"
"yes sir."



Carriebeanian Army of the Usaito valley, 2 miles from the Thernanian boarder.
3rd Royal armored carriage company
Gunner Nathan Greenly felt the wagon jiggle as the machine made it's way onto the field and in the formation of sergeant had said the troops needed to be in. the companies were now into the organization that the order was given, followed by another order which was unexpected.
"Enemy armored cars sighted, three of them, get the horses ready, have the infantry dismount and charge forward!" the sergeant screamed at the top of his lungs before his wooden infantry model cart was torn by the bullets and machine guns of the boer cars.
an explosion was heard, and he turned his head to see several infantry regiments advancing alongside the boer vehicles, it looked to be around two to three thousand total men supporting roughly five armored cars. greenly hastily loaded in his cannon and took aim at an advancing armored car, letting loose on the gun, the shell flew in the air and smashed the front part of the car, forcing it into a small ditch where the boer crew began to curse at the carriebeanian "tank drivers" as the battle continued, a machine gun letting loose on another armored car caught his attention. turning his head, he noticed everyone else was in full retreat towards Thernania, and he smacked the driver's head.
"Get us the hell out of here!"
the driver nodded and smacked the reigns, forcing the horses to turn the cart around and hightail it out of there..

[Arengin Union]

Los Santos, 4 am

The Battle had been raging for the entire night, Arenginians and Aclusian still advanced through the city, killing any opposition. Granted it was difficult since the Carriebean's wouldn't give up easy. Each street, corner, plaza, would become a battlefield, machine guns tearing through squads and armored cars tearing through defense walls.

Eventually the troops were already setting foot on the center of the city. A palace filled with Carriebean flags and defended by trenches, machine gun posts, and thousands of Carriebean soldiers and militia men. The Entente forces began to gather all around the different streets leading to the palace. There they would set up barricades and rifle stations in the windows of the buildings surrounding the palace.

A sort of Stalemate had been reached, with each force just shooting each other from their defense lines. Coronel Sansonev, who had been commanding most of the fighting forces and now had his HQ at a fortified building then sent a telegram to all available Entente artillery forces.

[box]To: All available Entente artillery in the Los Santos region
Ecryption: MAX

We are at the gates of capturing the government palace, we require immediate artillery assistance on coordinates, 78.09 North, 98.27 East, fire for effect. [box]


(OCC ignore the german flag)

[Rannoria]

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle
"Sios." A man said to him. The man was Vernon's successor and son, Mios Askwell.

"Yes, Mios?"

"The Liberty coun-" And with those words Sios stood up, and exited the room. He soon reached the hall, where a dozen men and a group of people wearing the protection symbol stood together. Sios spoke.

"Yes, Lisa?"

"I would like to continue my-"

"DEAR GOODNESS! IT'S BEEN SO MANY MONTHS, AND YOU STILL AREN'T GIVING UP?"

"WE AREN'T ASKING FOR YOUR HELP, SIOS! We would like to say, we have spoken to the people of Pasargard, Woolevia and Shoten, and we have set up base in the town of Recaint. We have recruited an army. We just ask for a navy-"

"Five transport ships! Each able to hold 1000 people!"

"Thank you. The merchants of Mrkantha are aiding us with supplies."

"Okay. Good. Do whatever. Now, I need to go back. The Traansval has been snooping around, decryption max encryption telegrams for some reason. I'm glad the max encryption setting is turned off for Entente members..." He said these words as he walked out of the room.

Recaint, Pasargard
Lisa Havath, head of the Protectors of the Natives United grouped together in their base. They have recruited 3000 men already, and have begun training. Recaint became a proud town to host such an organization, and the reason was because they were very sympathetic to join Rannoria when Woolevia, Pasargard, and Shoten were puppeted and made the Rannoire Triple Provinces, which governed almost under their own rule. The PNU had already began planning to protect New Spherus, and one boat was sent, containing 200 men donning the PNU uniform. They landed in New Spherus, offering the protection of the native land not under the name of Rannoria, but under the name of their organization. Progress had begun.

[The Traansval]

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle
"Sios." A man said to him. The man was Vernon's successor and son, Mios Askwell.

"Yes, Mios?"

"The Liberty coun-" And with those words Sios stood up, and exited the room. He soon reached the hall, where a dozen men and a group of people wearing the protection symbol stood together. Sios spoke.

"Yes, Lisa?"

"I would like to continue my-"

"DEAR GOODNESS! IT'S BEEN SO MANY MONTHS, AND YOU STILL AREN'T GIVING UP?"

"WE AREN'T ASKING FOR YOUR HELP, SIOS! We would like to say, we have spoken to the people of Pasargard, Woolevia and Shoten, and we have set up base in the town of Recaint. We have recruited an army. We just ask for a navy-"

"Five transport ships! Each able to hold 1000 people!"

"Thank you. The merchants of Mrkantha are aiding us with supplies."

"Okay. Good. Do whatever. Now, I need to go back. The Traansval has been snooping around, decryption max encryption telegrams for some reason. I'm glad the max encryption setting is turned off for Entente members..." He said these words as he walked out of the room.

Recaint, Pasargard
Lisa Havath, head of the Protectors of the Natives United grouped together in their base. They have recruited 3000 men already, and have begun training. Recaint became a proud town to host such an organization, and the reason was because they were very sympathetic to join Rannoria when Woolevia, Pasargard, and Shoten were puppeted and made the Rannoire Triple Provinces, which governed almost under their own rule. The PNU had already began planning to protect New Spherus, and one boat was sent, containing 200 men donning the PNU uniform. They landed in New Spherus, offering the protection of the native land not under the name of Rannoria, but under the name of their organization. Progress had begun.

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle

A NAD Agent of the Traansval walked up to the front desk of the building where Sios was.

He spoke to the Receptionist

NAD Agent: Hello there, i work for the Boer National Affairs Department, ive been sent here to talk to Sios.

[Rannoria]

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle
"Sios." A man said to him. The man was Vernon's successor and son, Mios Askwell.

"Yes, Mios?"

"The Liberty coun-" And with those words Sios stood up, and exited the room. He soon reached the hall, where a dozen men and a group of people wearing the protection symbol stood together. Sios spoke.

"Yes, Lisa?"

"I would like to continue my-"

"DEAR GOODNESS! IT'S BEEN SO MANY MONTHS, AND YOU STILL AREN'T GIVING UP?"

"WE AREN'T ASKING FOR YOUR HELP, SIOS! We would like to say, we have spoken to the people of Pasargard, Woolevia and Shoten, and we have set up base in the town of Recaint. We have recruited an army. We just ask for a navy-"

"Five transport ships! Each able to hold 1000 people!"

"Thank you. The merchants of Mrkantha are aiding us with supplies."

"Okay. Good. Do whatever. Now, I need to go back. The Traansval has been snooping around, decryption max encryption telegrams for some reason. I'm glad the max encryption setting is turned off for Entente members..." He said these words as he walked out of the room.

Recaint, Pasargard
Lisa Havath, head of the Protectors of the Natives United grouped together in their base. They have recruited 3000 men already, and have begun training. Recaint became a proud town to host such an organization, and the reason was because they were very sympathetic to join Rannoria when Woolevia, Pasargard, and Shoten were puppeted and made the Rannoire Triple Provinces, which governed almost under their own rule. The PNU had already began planning to protect New Spherus, and one boat was sent, containing 200 men donning the PNU uniform. They landed in New Spherus, offering the protection of the native land not under the name of Rannoria, but under the name of their organization. Progress had begun.

Zee Prlmnt, Rannkradle

A NAD Agent of the Traansval walked up to the front desk of the building where Sios was.

He spoke to the Receptionist

NAD Agent: Hello there, i work for the Boer National Affairs Department, ive been sent here to talk to Sios.

The NAD Agent walked into Sios' office, where he was reading a book. Sios heard the door open, and Mios was talking.
"...monsieur Boer, I insist, Sios does not want to be disturbed right-"

"It's alright Mios." Sios said, now staring up. "He means business."

"Well, then." Mios left the room, fiddling with his white tight gloves.

"Yeah?"