1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

by **Newne Carriebean7** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:38 pm

Former Imperial Palace
General Taiho von Yoshihide sat at the table musing over the treaty, each word getting him madder and madder. if he signed the document, the nation that he had known as carriebean would no longer exsist, and the Thernanians would gain land for not even fighting in the war, such feelings filled him with many emotions that he tried to distinguish and interpret taking a deep breath, he picked up a pencil and then threw it down on the paper, not signing it. getting up he screamed
"The war is not lost! if anything, carriebean should split the spoils of war!"
the thernanian military attache that had just stepped into the room was furious at the news.
"I'll have you know good sir that many of the brave men died on all sides, and what other choices do you have, other than suicide?"
"that's a dammed well alternative to surrendering shamefully without more of a fight I never fought in this war, I was never told of the atrocities my men committed, and as far as I am concerned, they never happened!"
a boer man approached him and handed him a folder filled with the atrocities of war.
"w-what? w-we used child suicide bombers, the Jesuits killed women and children, around 7,000 total women and children are no longer among the living because of those religious nuts? the thernanian navy is building in strength, even though they have proclaimed neutrality in this war?!"
"Yes sir, all of those are true, would you like to see more?"
"no, that is quite unnecessary, now then,I-I am in shock that my nation that I have been defending since it's very conception in 1370, a nation only 500 years old, with tales of murder and plays of drunken feasents, do such horrific things such as cannibalism and Crucifixion of the local robestinians... give me my pen."
he was handed a pen and he sat back down musing over the treaty once more.
"if such a horrific nation existed, I would rather move to thernania, they seem stable, and they are building a new navy, if you haven't heard."
with that, he scribbled out his name and shook the entente generals' hand before going out of the mansion with a painting of the former carriebeanian leaders.

Thernanian Naval Fleet Headquarters
Admiral Mori Takenyuki shook his head and popped a pill in his mouth. he had a horrific headache and had decided to take some of the new world remedies to stave off the aches and pains. the entire naval fleet was to set sail today for an exercise. hearing a knock on the door, he sighed as he opened it.
"Admiral, all ships are ready for exercise Rhine. your orders?"
"huh? that's today?! alright then, have the battleships leave first, with this ship leading the way, and have all other crews prepared to leave, are my orders clear?"
"not really sir, but we'll figure them out."
"good, now get to it, my head is killing me."
as the sailor walked off, Admiral Mori collapsed on the ground.

by **Eodor** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:40 pm

"Well. It's always good to outnumber someone isn't it?" Allex said with a smile. "Now tell me. Do you require anything? The Eodorian Empire is at your service my friend."

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:44 pm

Carribean

The news was blasted everywhere.

A high ranking General, who had surrendered during the period of Amnesty (This means that the General i rescued and the 300 troops he surrendered with are completely free to go) had signed a treaty of surrender.

The war was officially over.

Men celebrated in the streets, those taken during the Siege of Los Santos were given a Trial and executed.

The General who signed the treaty, and his 300 troops, gave themselves to Thernaria. What Thernaria would do with them was unknown at this time.

All that is know is that after the treaty was signed, the territory was split. Thernaria got all territory up to Rheinhalt, Rheinhalt was split among the Entente.

All former Carribean military units surrendered, and the Jesuits were exterminated.

It was over

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:46 pm

Warglorian Party

Chancellor: Well then gentlemen, shall we move to the main course?

After speaking, a NAD Agent walked up to the Chancellor and spoke to him.

Chancellor: Gentlemen, i appears that the Carribean has signed a official Surrender. The war is officially, and finally over!

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:47 pm

Eodor wrote:"Well. It's always good to outnumber someone isn't it?" Allex said with a smile. "Now tell me. Do you require anything? The Eodorian Empire is at your service my friend."

Mark Kruger: Not right now friend. Our war with the Carribean is over, they gave into all demands and now a Stable Thernarian Republic takes their place.
But once again, we welcome you to our glorious alliance!

by **Arengin Union** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:50 pm

The Traansval wrote:Warglorian Party

Chancellor: Well then gentlemen, shall we move to the main course?

After speaking, a NAD Agent walked up to the Chancellor and spoke to him.

Chancellor: Gentlemen, i appears that the Carribean has signed a official Surrender. The war is officially, and finally over!

Nevski got up from his seat and raising his glass "Gentlemen, I propose a toast; to peace, prosperity, and liberty in out time."

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:51 pm

Arengin Union wrote:
The Traansval wrote:Warglorian Party

Chancellor: Well then gentlemen, shall we move to the main course?

After speaking, a NAD Agent walked up to the Chancellor and spoke to him.

Chancellor: Gentlemen, i appears that the Carribean has signed a official Surrender. The war is officially, and finally over!

Nevski got up from his seat and raising his glass "Gentlemen, I propose a toast; to peace, prosperity, and liberty in out time."

Chancellor: Hear Hear!

The Chancellor also raises his glass

by **Eodor** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:54 pm

The Traansval wrote:
Eodor wrote:"Well. It's always good to outnumber someone isn't it?" Allex said with a smile. "Now tell me. Do you require anything? The Eodorian Empire is at your service my friend."

Mark Kruger: Not right now friend. Our war with the Carribean is over, they gave into all demands and now a Stable Thernarian Republic takes their place.
But once again, we welcome you to our glorious alliance!

King Allex: "I thank you for your kind welcome. And it is good that all. Well, most is stable again in the world."

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:57 pm

Eodor wrote:
The Traansval wrote:Mark Kruger: Not right now friend. Our war with the Carribean is over, they gave into all demands and now a Stable Thernarian Republic takes their place.
But once again, we welcome you to our glorious alliance!

King Allex: "I thank you for your kind welcome. And it is good that all. Well, most is stable again in the world."

Mark Kruger: Let us drink to the success of the Entente! Hear Hear!

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 3:04 pm

Warglorian Party

Chancellor: Well Gentlemen. This certainly has been a enjoyable party, and might i say that world events have gone splendidly. Shall anyone propose a toast?

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 3:10 pm

Robesonistan

Gegori Mendolov was a Partisan of the Boer 1st Regiment.

He had fought with the Boers from the beginning, up until the Siege of Los Santos.

But now, the war was over and his land was where it was supposed to be, in the hands of the Arengins.

Gegori and his fellow Partisans were being stripped of their weapons. They had opted out of joining the Arengin forces and as such were not allowed to carry military grade weapons.

But before they did, a Boer Corporal decided to take a picture of the men. The Partisans, as they would be known, would be plastered on every newspaper for weeks to come.

by **Olthenia** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 3:30 pm

The Traansval wrote:Movern

After the Diplomat and the Merchant left, having signed the treaty with Movern, 2 NAD Agents stayed behind to keep tabs on the nation.

And when a large-ish Airship was sighted, this was big news.

So, a few months later, Doctor Octavian, Head of Research for The Traansval, made a visit to Movernia.

In a Boer Prototype Airship.

(Image)

When he touched down in the capital city, he spoke to the nearest Guardman.

Doctor Octavian: I am Doctor Octavian, from The Traansval. I am here to discuss matters of Science with the Movernian Government.

(OoC: It's Morvern. With an 'r'.)

Clairmont
Kingdom of Morvern
Pretty eyes and fine clothes do not make character

Oh, truly? On swift wings was the good Doctor Octavian's request born, and in due course the skybound Traansval found himself ushered into the presence of a smiling government minister. Or at least one's quarters. Upon arrival, a guest as esteemed as Doctor Octavian first found himself besieged by a small retinue of public servants draped in liveries as white as Makadaskar sand. Was the good doctor hungry? Thirsty? Would he care for a steaming bath or a cup of mint tea? Questions, questions. Thankfully, after scarcely an hour's waiting, Octavian was informed that yes - someone was at least ready to meet with him. Adnan Assante was a member of that prim, bright-eyed breed of diplomat that so exemplified modern Morvern, and now, surrounded by the mingled scents of coal smoke and jasmin, Octavian had a chance to discuss his case. "And what, precisely, does Traansval wish to lay before the Conclave?"

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 3:35 pm

Olthenia wrote:
The Traansval wrote:Movern

After the Diplomat and the Merchant left, having signed the treaty with Movern, 2 NAD Agents stayed behind to keep tabs on the nation.

And when a large-ish Airship was sighted, this was big news.

So, a few months later, Doctor Octavian, Head of Research for The Traansval, made a visit to Movernia.

In a Boer Prototype Airship.

(Image)

When he touched down in the capital city, he spoke to the nearest Guardman.

Doctor Octavian: I am Doctor Octavian, from The Traansval. I am here to discuss matters of Science with the Movernian Government.

(OoC: It's Morvern. With an 'r'.)

Clairmont
Kingdom of Morvern
Pretty eyes and fine clothes do not make character

Oh, truly? On swift wings was the good Doctor Octavian's request born, and in due course the skybound Traansval found himself ushered into the presence of a smiling government minister. Or at least one's quarters. Upon arrival, a guest as esteemed as Doctor Octavian first found himself besieged by a small retinue of public servants draped in liveries as white as Makadaskar sand. Was the good doctor hungry? Thirsty? Would he care for a steaming bath or a cup of mint tea? Questions, questions. Thankfully, after scarcely an hour's waiting, Octavian was informed that yes - someone was at least ready to meet with him. Adnan Assante was a member of that prim, bright-eyed breed of diplomat that so exemplified modern Morvern, and now, surrounded by the mingled scents of coal smoke and jasmin, Octavian had a chance to discuss his case. "And what, precisely, does Traansval wish to lay before the Conclave?"

Doctor Octavian: As you know, the Traansval has been developing Air Ships for its Military, a prototype of which i flew in here. And i know, that Morvern has developed a similiar Aircraft. So, The Traansval, in the interest of speeding up development, wishes to start a Joint Research Project with Morvernian Scientists Researching into Air Ships for military purposes.

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 4:43 pm

Warglorian Party

Chancellor: Gentlemen! I propose a toast! A toast to innovation and success! The powers of this world are truly powerful, indeed! Its people are ingenious and inventive. The Motorized Car, the Air Craft, and many many many more new invention drive us into the future! So gentlemen, take a good look around this world of ours. Because mark my words, by the year 1880 you will not be able to recognized it!!

CHEERS!

TIME LINE ADVANCES TO 1880

by **The Traansval** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 5:49 pm

Boer National Arsenal and Refinery Test Area

The year is 1880. It has been many years since Mark Kruger had visited this place. Kruger was now older, today was his 45th birthday.
And it seemed that today, on his birthday, would be the day that he would be shown all the new equipment for the Military.

Doctor Octavian: Well sir, we have much to show you today. I think we will start with the New Uniforms

The group walked up to a row of mannequins wearing uniforms.
Each is labeled for who the uniform is for.

Mark Kruger: These look spiff and span! I give my approval for them to be issued to the troops!

Doctor Octavian: Most excellent sir! Now, let us move onto Rifle!

Mark Kruger: MOST EXCELLENT! Tell Mauser, Lee, and Ryder that they are geniuses! These will be perfect. Modern Arms, for a Modern Army!

Doctor Octavian: Well sir, we also have two new pistols

Mark Kruger: Octavian, you take my breath away with these new toys.

Doctor Octavian: Very good sir, now onto the Cars

Mark Kruger: We have new Cars?

Doctor Octavian: No sir, but we did produce quite a lot of cars.

Mark Kruger: Wonderful

Doctor Octavian: Well sir, one last piece of business. Air Ships. We developed two main Airships.

Mark Kruger: Octavian. It is times like this that i count my blessings to be in such a advanced age....

by **The Twelve Isles** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 8:26 pm

Empress Lena Cartwine III
The Isles had changed. At the end of the Caribbean War, many nations had begun to phase out the old and phase in the new, the Transvaal and the Isles especially. They had developed a strong relationship due to the close proximity their soldiers had worked in that terrible war, and were sharing many technology.

At the end, the Boers had shipped them many of their once experimental armored cars, but now they were rather commonplace vehicles. 250 BAC-3 Export Model Cars, 150 BAA-1 Anti Aircraft Cars had been shipped to them, and the Isles was even begging to manufacture their own models. These cars also came with enough Pom Pom guns to arm their original three new Farms Class Battleships, though now they made up the vast majority of the Isles navy.

The old green uniforms had been phased out as well, replaced with a new one. A light grey blue, and helmets now adorned all continental forces, but they had also gained colony's. the nation had been apprehensive about earning new land, but they took it in the end. It was a tropical land they now ruled, and as a result they were able to trade spices and diamonds, two valuable commodities. To protect their new holdings, they had begun issuing tropical uniforms to soldiers in the colony's. The people, though uninterested at first, had enjoyed their new power, and were also looking at the land to their south hungrily.

Lena had grown older in this time. She still looked relatively young, but she was developing crows feet and the other day she had found a grey hair. It didnt bother her though, she had enjoyed the life she had lived so far, and she was determined to enjoy the second half of it, hair color be damned. The aristocracy had become more uppity she felt though. Especially after she had appointed some unknown young officer to Captain of the Armored Corp over the many young lords and lady's sons who had volunteered to take the job. But this young man had earned a Motorized Cross from the Transvaal government, and was even considered a full fledged Motorized Cowboy as the Boers called them. So she felt he was an apt choice.

"Timon," said Lena to her old servant. He had aged a lot less well than Lena had. His face was wrinkled, and his hair had gone totally grey in the short time since the War. It was almost impressive how quickly he had take on the features of an old man.

"Yes, your highness," he said.
have you seen my daughter recently? I havent seen her all day, and Im worried she may be climbing the walls outside again."

Timon looked at her, his face stoic as usual. "No, I cant say I have. I would ask Samuel though, she does seem to love that old soldier."

Lena sighed, frustrated. "The Strange take that damn girl," said Lena. "I love her to death, but she is going to do something stupid one day and even with my powers as a monarch I still wont be able to fix it." Timon smiled, but Lena didnt. "Samuel!" she called, and her voice echoed down the chambers. She saw the blond man poke his head around the corner, looking disheveled and half drunk.

"By the All God," said Lena, "What on earth happened to you?"

"I may not have slep much last night your highness," said the Samuel, walking down the chambers. "I was uh, with a maid who I know."

"Lena raised her eyebrow at the man, but chose not to question the connotations of his statement. "Well, regardless, could I ask you to find my daughter? I know that as her mother I should be the one to find her, but Ive got more work than I know what to do with here, and I would really appreciate it if you could help."

Samuel nodded, "It would be no problem at all your highness," said Samuel. He turned, and walked out the door to find Bella.
"

Captain Billy Younger, Motorized Corp.

Billy looked at an old picture of him and his old commander in the Caribbean War, Sgt Adams. It rested on his desk, showing the two of them in a wide field, inside their car that had been christened Billy Kruger. The words couldn't be seen, but on the side of the car not pictured they had painted it in bright red. He didnt know what happened to Sgt Adams, but he liked to think his old friend had settled down and started a family, or written a book, or something else equally happy. Billy had become fairly well know in his own nation for a series of paintings detailing the war. They were supposed to tell its story, from the honorable beginnings to the brutal ending. It made him fell better to do so, after everything that he had seen.

Billy stood, and stepped out of his office and into the stone hallways of Fort Greensboro, where the Armored Corp was being trained to use their vehicles by him and the other soldiers who had been attached to the Boer armored cars during the war. Billy still couldn't believe that he had been given his position, even though it was a year after the event. He had never been anything more than a street urchin all his life, until he joined the army. He still had his tatoos on his hands, and his face still had the jagged scar on his left cheek. But despite all he had believed as a young man on Bowler Street, he had done something with his life. Now all he needed was a wife, if he could ever get off this damned fort.

"Lieutenant Carrigan!" Shouted Billy across the yard, and younger man looked up at him.

"Yes sir," said Carrigan.

"Hows it going out here?"

"Well sir, most of the new boys are out on the fields, learning to drive them with Sgt Bartlet. I dont think they can even comprehend what the stick shift is yet, let alone use it."

"How are they handling the guns?"

"Thats something we haven't touched with a ten foot pole sir," said Carrigan.

Admiral Jacob Wakefield

Wakefield looked out over the bow of the RNS Farms, the flagship of the Royal Navy. They were coming in to port in Stiltham, the capital in the colony's. The Colony Fleet was waiting for him, and he looked out over his command. It made him feel proud, knowing that he had been chosen to command the fleet. He was a royal, and it was his place to be in command, not like that upstart Younger who had been given command of the Armored Corp. What was a street rat like him doing in a place that was rightfully a lords anyways? It was disgraceful as far as he was concerned. But no matter. He was someone important, and he had received the position he deserved by birth.

Stiltham was a small city, and it made Jacob frown a little thinking that he would be spending the next few months here. No matter how pleased he was to be in command of the Colony Fleet, he still didnt like where he would have to live. It was dusty and ill prepared, and he would have to be living in proximity with the foul natives. It was beyond him how the people here could live and work with such filth and not be upset. By the All God, even their skin was brown, like the dirty land they lived in.

"Parlow," said Wakefield to his first officer.

"Yes sir," said Parlow. He was sitting next to Wakefield reading a book, with his legs up resting on a small box. Wakefield didnt like him. Parlow was uncouth, and loudmouthed, and he preferred to spend his time playing Game of Nancy with the enlisted below deck, rather than eating dinner with the other officers. But, he couldnt deny the mans skill as a sailor.

"Did you have my telegram sent? About where I will be living?"

"Yes sir," said Parlow, standing with his commander. "The governor of Stiltham has assured me that you will have the best accommodations. He has had an old mansion refurbished for your living."

Wakefield nodded, and the two men stood a minute. "What about any party's?" said Wakefield. "I should like to meet some of my fellow aristocracy here in this new city, perhaps meet a fine young woman as well."

He couldn't see it, but Parlow had turned his head some to look at one of the enlisted men, and made a gagging face. Parlow was just as uninterested in his admiral as his admiral was with him.

"Yes, I wouldn't know about that. I just asked the governor about you living."

Wakefield nodded, and thought. He would have to look very hard if he wanted to find any suitable company in the filthy city.

(OOC: Heres what all of our new stuff looks like.

The armored cars that the Twelve Isles are just starting to manufacture.

New Army Uniforms:

Tropical Uniforms for the Colonys:

Armored Car operator uniforms:

Farms Class Ironclads, the most common ship in the Navy:

by **Newne Carriebean7** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 9:08 pm

Thernanian Clan Fleet flagship Fuso
Admiral Mori Takenyuki stared out at the vast blue ocean as the naval fleet set sail, the four battleships in the center, followed by the smaller inside ships as they sailed around the bigger and more dangerous naval vessels in the fleet, the Fuso being one of them, as he would not sail on some small armored cruiser, the ones that the old emperor grabbed hold off and was captured because of it. the fleet was in a singular formation, mainly because of Takenyuki's Obsessiveness over the fleet formation staying together and not separating. the exercise Rhine was hunting for potential enemy shipping on the high seas for a good month's worth, once that was completed, the thernanian vessels would slip back into port to many cheers that the war had begun because of them. but first he had to deal with the other captains of the other battleships that were under his authority. taking a deep breath, he turned around and entered the conference room. seeing the several captains of the battleships sitting there with their arms crossed, he cleared his throat and began.

" Greetings Admirals, now then, we are to sail around the Sea of Karhom and exit the Straight of good hope there, the fleet is to separate into the destroyers and armored cruisers separately, while the battleships hunt for what they can. once two days has passed, the rest of the fleet will gather, and we will return to port with many victories, are my orders clear?"
the captains merely nodded and returned to their vessles as Takenyuki went to the bridge of the Fuso and told the captain to sail the ship at full speed.

Carriebeanian Army of the Usaito valley, the Thernanian boarder.
3rd Royal armored carriage company
Gunner Nathan Greenly felt the driver yank on the reigns and braced for the sudden stop, as expected, his head smashed into the heavy cast iron cannon, bruising it slightly, when the pain passed, he saw the reason for his stoppage, a force of 30 thernanian soldiers with a sharp looking commander was blocking their path across the boarder. almost on instinct, the loaded the cannon up and took aim directly at the commander, who was shouting something to his men.
"can I blow that fucker's head off?"
"permission granted."
with a smug look on his face, he lit the gun and sent the heavy cannon ball screaming into the air, hitting the commander and eight of the 30 soldiers, the rest, in a daze, charged directly at the armored wagon, Jonathan Crimp let loose seven rounds from the rifle and saw seven less screaming thernaian katana wielding crazies running towards him, with glee, he felt the horse speed towards the enemy as crimp finished the last of the fleeing squadron. looking behind him, he saw that two of the infantry variant wagons had accompanied him. with a smug look that reflected the look he had earlier, he patted the driver as the wagons entered thernania, the invasion had been launched with 3,000 ex carriebeanian soldiers accompanying them on the invasion once more...

by **The Imperial Warglorian Empire** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 9:49 pm

New Berlin, 1880
Adler's term has ended, he's successor, a radical ARA member (Anti-Rannorian, Aclusian) Heydrich Mengle Himmleris now the Führer of the Warglorian Reich. Although Himmler has been named the Führer of Wargloria, the oversee colonies are now commanded by newly promoted Praetor Klaus Adler. Although many people are loyal to the state, the military idealises Adler more then Himmler (example: Adler was once a war hero, Himmler was a relative coward, however has matured more).

Because of this, many of the soldiers have decided to go with Adler (about 300,000) and help him manage the colonies, and Adler has created his own colonial state, called "Der Südliche Kolonial Reich Der Wargloria/Adler's Reich" based in Wargloria's colonies, with it's capital Äubereburg, Chaosm. The 2 don't exactly like each other very much.

Adler says that peace with the Entente should be a main concern, but Himmler says that a pre-emptive strike would do, and that he was a defeatist. Himmler openly criticizes the Entente (mainly Rannoria, Aclus and Arengin), saying they are weak and should be destroyed. Wargloria is on the brink, and might go into civil war, however, for the time being, Wargloria remains dominant.

Flag of the Himmler Regime

Flag of Adler's Colonial Reich

New Warglorian (Himmler) Soldier

Warglorian Colonial (Adler) Soldier

by **New Communist and Socialist Unions** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 10:06 pm

During the passage of time from 1870 to 1880, multiple events occurred in the NCSU, like the expansion of the NCSU into the east and southeast, where oil and sorts of rock that could kill someone(NUCLEAR MATERIALS BRO) was prevalent, building materials were prevalent too. As the local populace was Cthulhist, cooperation was smooth sailing, and in a few months, cities and small towns were created, with railroads and regular roads were built to connect the new settlements. To administrate the new territories, members of the minor nobility were chosen and were granted land, some lowborns got granted a title as well.

Current Map of NCSU, or what the NCSU says anyway.

The Immigrant Genocide is still going strong.

by **Aclus** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 10:42 pm

by **New Communist and Socialist Unions** » Mon Sep 12, 2016 1:06 am

In order not to be left in the dust by their adversaries, the NCSU has begun supplying all branches of the military with more advanced weapons.

For the army, they have been supplied with the new Preusen Service Rifle 1880 (Mannlicher Model 1888 Bolt-Action Service Rifle) and the d'Plantanaget Rifle 1880 (Mauser Gewehr 88 Bolt-Action Service Rifle).

For the Navy, advances in technology has allowed for better and faster ships with the capability for hit and run tactics, the weaponry of the ships have been improved as well, and more gatling guns have been placed on the ships.

For the air force, the balloon designs got better, allowing for faster travel and maneuverability, also, some balloons now have wooden 'decks' that can be occupied by a few soldiers, it can also be attached with a gatling gun.

by **Olthenia** » Mon Sep 12, 2016 1:39 am

Clairmont
Kingdom of Morvern
Pretty eyes and fine clothes do not make character

With dignified mien did Adnan listen. "I shall relay your request to my superiors, Sir," he promised. "Once proper consideration is given, I am certain an answer will be forwarded accordingly." And so it was. It could hardly have escaped Doctor Octavian that the matter he proposed was no small affair, however. Aviation, and the research thereon, was a branch of knowledge so esoteric, so thoroughly in its infancy that passionate voices were already scoffing at the sheer thought of it. Research and development was all well and good, they claimed - but flying through the air? An activity hitherto reserved solely for birds and their ilk? Preposterous. Yet others, like First Lieutenant Baleen Balamin, knew otherwise; as did, thankfully, his paymasters. In the end; days and weeks became an entire month before a carefully encrypted communication ticked its way across the aether into the hands of the Traansval government.

by **The Traansval** » Mon Sep 12, 2016 1:57 am

Olthenia wrote:
Clairmont
Kingdom of Morvern
Pretty eyes and fine clothes do not make character

With dignified mien did Adnan listen. "I shall relay your request to my superiors, Sir," he promised. "Once proper consideration is given, I am certain an answer will be forwarded accordingly." And so it was. It could hardly have escaped Doctor Octavian that the matter he proposed was no small affair, however. Aviation, and the research thereon, was a branch of knowledge so esoteric, so thoroughly in its infancy that passionate voices were already scoffing at the sheer thought of it. Research and development was all well and good, they claimed - but flying through the air? An activity hitherto reserved solely for birds and their ilk? Preposterous. Yet others, like First Lieutenant Baleen Balamin, knew otherwise; as did, thankfully, his paymasters. In the end; days and weeks became an entire month before a carefully encrypted communication ticked its way across the aether into the hands of the Traansval government.

On behalf of the Government of Kingdom of Morvern it is the first object of this communiqué to offers compliments to the Government of the Republic of the Traansval. Its second object is to offer its regrets regarding the fact that a partnership previously suggested by the Traansval's honorable representative, one Doctor Octavian, must be declined. Such an agreement would not, in all due conscience, be in the Kingdom of Morvern's current best interest. This Government nonetheless avails itself of this opportunity to renew to the Traansval the assurances of its highest consideration.

With sincerity
Honorius Crovern de Sulazzo
First Speaker of Morvern

Krugers Office

Pretoria, Guateng, The Traansval

Mark Kruger: Octavian, look at this. Those fools in Morvern have denied our joint research project!

Doctor Octavian: Those fools! They don't realize the potential of Aerial Warfare....

by **New Communist and Socialist Unions** » Mon Sep 12, 2016 4:38 am

To: Morvern
From: NCSU

Greetings fellow monarchy,
it seems to be a fact that you have decided to strike up a pact of friendship with our fellow ally Wargloria, well, I congratulate you, and I would like to start formal relations with your nation. I shall kick it off with a trade agreement and an alliance. I hope that you accept and I also hope that you join the Imperium.

by **Olthenia** » Mon Sep 12, 2016 5:59 am

New Communist and Socialist Unions wrote:
To: Morvern
From: NCSU

Greetings fellow monarchy,
It seems to be a fact that you have decided to strike up a pact of friendship with our fellow ally Wargloria. I congratulate you, and I would like to start formal relations with your nation. I shall kick it off with a trade agreement and an alliance. I hope that you accept and I also hope that you join the Imperium.

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