Molenston sided with their history; those nations belonging to the West and to the Empires of old. To better themselves through science and art and literature. To become important in the eyes of a parent, while keeping its sense of history and honour.
The Bohin sided with their new god. A place of hardship and riches, their god would bestow upon them the mental wealth of their enemies while their land granted them the material wealth of the earth. It was in their god and their leaders they trust. With their armies and power which they proclaimed this trust.
No two people have been in conflict for as long as these two. And the situation is destined to continue until the end of time…
Welcome to The 4th Malesti-Bohi War RP! This is planned out to be a fun one. But take it easy, it’s school time. No need to rush into things or even post long winded posts. I expect nothing resembling a novel in this RP. A couple sentences to a couple paragraphs is all that’s required. And have fun! That’s what this is all about. While the situation will focus mainly on the border disputes and war between the two Ziamban countries, feel free to add your own national subplots and arcs to this story. The more the merrier! If you have any ideas that you feel will tie well into the main story, feel free to tell me!
Mortar fire ricocheted off the metal bracket which made up the makeshift defense wall. “It’s a dud!” shouted the Molenstoni captain, first in Malesti, and then in English for the others to understand. He quickly reached over a short outcropping of the wall to pick it up and throw it back towards the Bohinian border. His gun hung on his shoulder. There was nobody for him nor his team to shoot. Just to duck and hope that Bohinian mortar fire did not hit them directly. He expected another hour before the mortar fire would stop and the firefights begin again in earnest.
This was not their usual strategy. Where were the waves of tanks and soldiers, hoping to steamroll the border? Did the Rezuan strikes truly take out the masses of forces the Bohin had prepared? The captain thought it was unlikely, not that he did not have faith in the precision of the Rezuans. But, for once The Bohin was thinking strategically and not falling into old habits, and that worried him more than anything else. What could they be planning? He looked around at his squad of 24 soldiers, all huddled together under the sound of the mortar and artillery barrage. The ground shook were sand and dirt rose up into the air. But luckily no one in his team as of yet was injured. Not today at least. His last thought before turning to look towards the Bohinian side of the Wukund was if they would finally be allowed to attack. To show the Bohi that they would not hold the course of this war in their palms.