On the verge of Civil War[Gwalethia Only, Closed]

[Bazilvwoold]

Gwalethia - Bazilvwoold

This RP is about a dwindling nation possibly on the verge of collapse, many different factions are upset at the current form of government and intend to do something about it. Some will reach out to near by nations for help, some near by nations may choose to influence the divide through politics, financial or military means.


Rules of RP

To influence the RP you are required to PM Bazilvwoold directly and RP your countries influence, how they initiate contact with who and what they offer.

Anything can happen in terms of how this RP is ended, even a complete annexation or vasilization of the land could be possible through political means.

Cultural info:

The Confederacy of Bazilvwoold(BZW) is a small costal nation divided between the southern Sea. The western province known as Bazilv and the Eastern known as woold.

The Culture of Bazilv is a very anarchic one, filled with traders, its capital is Bazilvria, the economic hub of the nation is subjected to send 25% of its earnings to Woold, as Woold helped subsidized the humble beginnings of Bazilvria. Because of this, the people of Bazilv have a strong desire to susceed from the nation. The hatred for the king has grown over the years. Because of this, the people of Bazilv have decided to embrace a great interest in magic and hope to find their way out of the “Union” of Bazilvwoold.


Woold holds the capital of the nation, the tiny town of Wooldia which is wear the King and the countries nobles live. Wooldia makes its economic income by taxing its residence and those who use the great river for passage to the Southern Sea. For this, many nations have disliked wooldia’s nobility class as they make their money off of the backs of traders. The King, brooding on his deep hatred of magic, has outlawed any use of it in the province of Woold, a crime which is punishable by death. 



RP:

The Leader of Bazilv - Ciri Toddilson has declared that Bazilv will, undergo a special project, creating a Canal from the Southern see to the great lake of Bazilv, this will allow for Bazilv to tax traders using the canal making a shorter route to the lands of Alchemic, The Orarai Templar Order and other nations on the Western Sea. This project will take two years to complete. Knowing how the King will respond, Ciri requests near by nations to help fund their desire to protect themselves and hopefully succeed with regional allies backing their independance.

The King of Woold King Machi the VIII - Hearing of this special project, knows it means more money will be diverted to the project and not the nobility class of Wooldia. He has issued a noble decree ordering Ciri Toddilson to dismantle the project, but to no avail. In response he is rallying his naval fleet. The King has issued a messanger out to the Aosine CommonWealth requesting aid, as the completion of this canal will create competition for Aosine's naval traffic.

A third faction of Bazilvwooldian Pirates led by “Patchy the Pirate” who often intercept naval fleets and trade ships between the provinces of Bazivwoold. Patchy and his crew are Bazilvwooldian criminals, often using ports in Aosine, Venerent and Carpathian illegally for the night. After hearing the dispute between the east and west provinces Patchy wishes to reach out and give his pirates a permanent home on one of the coasts. He wishes to wait for the right time to strike to claim a new home for his crew.

[Feudal Albionica]

The Open Seas of S'Kar
Albionican Naval Vessel, Deus Regnum
Captain Sir Anthony Dudley, commanding

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The Deus Regnum was a strong ship, crewed by men of the sea who had served on all manner of vessel from fishing trawler to great merchant holks. Her captain, Sir Anthony Dudley was of a noble family, rich and powerful, yet he was the epitome of humility. Despite all his finery, the men respected him as a fellow as he strolled across the forecastle, watching out to sea with his hands cupped around his eyes. Dudley had set out from Frigatus with three ships only three weeks prior, one had been forced to divert to the Aosine Commonwealth as her quartermaster had misjudged what supplies she might require. The other vessel was sent home but two days ago. Dudley had been informed that ships of war had been sighted ahead, his escorting ship was sent home to relay the news to a twitchy Witan, hopped up on rumours of Aeternaean mobilisation and civil war in Bazilvwoold.

There they were again! Sir Anthony was clearly the first to see the white and black sails on the horizon as the lookout had yet to call out the distant vessel. He could not make out much, she seemed to be heading on a similar course to the Deus Regnum, towards Carpathia. The crew of the other ship were bustling about the deck but Anthony could not guess at their number, nor their weapons... The Deus Regnum carried a pair of ballistas, one on the forecastle and one on the aftcastle, she also carried thirty longbows, fifteen crossbows and a spear apiece for her crew of 140. She was, by design, an odd cross between a modern Albionican Roundship, a brand new development in shipbuilding, and a large Clinker. The design was untested, the Deus Regnum being the first but she seemed dependable and her crew loved her.

"Sir," A voice spoke up from behind Sir Anthony. A gruff yet kindly-sounding voice which Sir Anthony was used to, he turned to see his quartermaster, Richard. "She's turnin', sir."

"Very well..." Sir Anthony knew what that meant. "Ready the ballistas. Call the men to arms. Oh, and send my squire to my cabin."

"Aye aye, sir." Richard replied. "All hands to arms!" He ordered as Sir Anthony descended the stairs, making his way swiftly to his cabin at the rear of the vessel.

He stripped off his finery and awaited his squire, Jaremy. The lad arrived quickly and helped Sir Anthony on with his armour, a light suit of plate, augmented with chainmail sufficed and anything too heavy would be unsuitable for combat aboard a ship. Then came his sword, a heavy arming sword forged with prime Albionican steel and best paired with a shield but not in this case. Sir Anthony Dudley would have to rely on his wits rather than the comforting protection of a thick wooden shield. He gripped his sword tightly and stepped out on deck, ready for the approaching fight...

[Bazilvwoold]

Patchy The Pirate had an unclear past according to his crew. During nights on shore, in a brothel or saloon, a few native Bazilvwooldians on both east and west whispered rumours when he appeared. Some believed he was a failed merchant, others thought he was a man who lost his family due to local diseases. Patchy was not the most notable pirate at this time, however those who did business on or buy the sea knew he was the new up and comer. "The new kid on the block" willing to make a word for himself. With word of the mobilization of the Wooldia navy, Patchy had hoped he could make use of a quick conflict, to get his hands on some high class steel and weaponry. It did not take long for Patchy and his inner circle to devise a plan over a fermented concoction. As they burned through brain cells, Patchy utilized their noble sacrifice to smooth out the details of his plan.

The day after, Patchy decided to send a letter to a friend, with the orders to deliver this letter The Leader of Bazilv - Ciri Toddilson's informant as soon as possible. Patchy penned

"M'dear Bazilvoldian,
I cannot endure my King's folly any longer, I am at my whits end trying to hide my love for magic under, the Rule of King Machi the VIII. I am willing to act as your informant during this time of political and economic turmoil, In exchange of my safe passage to Bazilv. As a show of trust and good faith, i'd like to inform you that Wooldia has mobilized Woold's navy, to force your hand in the cancellation of the canal. To contact me, please see the lady who gave you this message.

- Hurburou Vodliz"

note: "vodliz" is like have a last name of "jones" in woold

The Leader of Bazilv - Ciri Toddilson while skeptical of such an easy acquisition of an informant, decided to use this information to prepare a naval defence. He summons his messengers and sends them to the nearby countries requesting help for the coming navy.

After a few days, Patchy The Pirate and his crew set out to see as they require some supplies if they want to swoop in amidst a Bazilv vs Wooldian conflict. As they hoist the sails one morning in the middle of the sea, the look out, Berhof, yells down from up top the ship.
In a broken vinacular he belts " Oi! Cap'n! Wiz a gotz a shipz in le distance! It's Albionican"

Patchy responds in a much clearer standard tongue " Has she seen us mate?"

Berhof replies " Iz thik so Capt'n but lets do le ol' switcheroo to get close!"

Patchy pauses for a moment and takes a deep breathe. he signals att Berhof. Berhof quickly drops the famous pirates flag and hoists up one identical to the Albionican in hopes they can get close enough to raid the ship.

As they floated closer, the Wise Sir Anthony thought this was fairly suspicious, as he watched the ship take down their pirate flag like pure idiots. Once Patchy's boat kept floating, Sir Anthony had no interest in being fooled, readying for a fight he instructs his Balista’s and long bows to fire when ready. Patchy’s ship, a durable yet frugal looking vessel was hit on the second volley. Patchy yells “Ready the Ballista with the harpoon hook”. The one and only simple weapon all pirates needed to board another ship as soon as possible. The range was surely shorter than a regular balista’s range however long enough to be launched as they just entered in long bow range.

Patchy screeches “ Deploy the ballista and real ‘er in!!!!!!”. The Ballista misses but they steer directly for Sir Anthony’s vessel. Sir Anthony’s longbow men manage to hit some of Patchy’s men but once the boats are close enough for Patchy to board, his men go berserk, men climb out of the boat like sardines in a can, swinging over and boarding Sir Anthony’s boat. Sir Anthony stands his ground nobly, dismembering 6 of Pachy’s men, while they out number Sir Anthony’s Crew 2 - 1, it was a hard fought battle upon his vessel. Eventually most of Sir Anthony’s crew is subdued, mostly by the persuasion of the sword. Sir Anthony is surrounded as Patchy faces him.

Patchy says “ Mr. Albionican, we ‘re but’a humble bunch,” he points to one of his crew bleeding out on the ground “yet you do this ta us, a lonely bunch, survivin’ day by day on da seas. We simply needs some food and supplies and we - a - woulda have left you ‘lone”. Patchy slowly approaches Sir Anthony. Sir Anthony looks around, looking at a majority of his crew dead and/or dismembered. He knows today is his day, he looks up at Patchy, with determination in his eyes, he does not intend to go down without a fight.

Patchy, knowing he could not protect himself effetely at this range, against Sir Anthony’s swift blow, uses his intellect and says “Sir Albionican, I, crave for power, glory…. no…. recognition iz what i seek. Therefore, I’ll be lettin’ you leave on your ship today, wit nuff food for you to return to your home and spread word of my name. PATCHY DA PIRATE, let it be known, that it waz I who defeated you. You will have enough food to make the trip with your second in command. The others will be-a-taken az my hostages. and your supplies will also be mine” Patchy looks up at his men and order them to start the ‘transfer of supplies’ to his ship.

As they rebored his ship he sends Sir Anthony off and smiles and waves. A vengeful Sir Anthony looks back onto Patchy’s bright smile, vowing revenge someday.

[Feudal Albionica]

Frigatus, Kingdom of Albionica
Grand Castle of Frigatus

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"Pirates, you say?" Lord Suthwicke had already ordered the assembly of a Royal Force some weeks prior due to a pirate threat, another one so soon was no small issue. "Are you absolutely certain they're not the same ones?"

"Absolutely certain, my lord." The Captain of the Vineyard Glory was a squat man, middle aged and greying but handsome with scars and a well-formed face. He spoke with a conviction that kept the Lord High Constable from doubting him. "If the reports are as correct as I believe them to be, these are different ships entirely. Sir Anthony Dudley led our squadron aboard the Deus Regnum, a damned good ship, I beg your pardon my lord but if he's on his own and they can swarm him then I doubt he'll have much chance."

Suthwicke was certain of that too. "Any idea where these new pirates may be operating from?" He asked.

"It must be Bazilvwoold." Captain Richard said with certainty even more absolute than before. "What with all the unrest and fighting there, my lord, I think it must be. When we saw them they were heading from there, by the looks of things, too."

"Bazilv or Woold, would you say?" Suthwicke was getting excited, finally a chance to put down some of these pirates.

"Both, my lord. Although Bazilv seems more likely, more unrest and more places to operate from." Richard replied, nodding. "I think we could get a fleet out to scour the coast for them, besides, what would Toddilson do about it? With maybe a thousand men and ten ships we could end Bazilvwooldian piracy for the next two decades."

Suthwicke smiled. "Captain, please convey my regards to Lord Harrowick, he is to quarter a thousand men in the port district. Also, I would like your recommendations on nine ships and their captains. Captain, we're going to put down some pirates..."

[Bazilvwoold]

Amist the wreckage of Patchy's ship was a large amount of Albionician amour, weapons and goods that were to be sold at a high price in Woold. Patchy would use this money to build his fame and fortunes. Patchy looked up from his dilapidated ship, up into the skies as they made their way to a Wooldian shore known for black-marketeering. "Ay, a large fortune I will bring once we get this booty sold". A huge smile from ear to ear as Patchy walks over many of the Albionician and pirate bodies on his ship as he makes his way to his quarters. "Clean up this mess me first matey!" Patchy screeched at his #2. "We must prepare for thy port, make sure you recuirt some mar pirates, I want to buy three more boats with this here booty".

Meanwhile the Bazilvrian messenger reaches the land of Alchemic. He's dragged to the Alchemician throne room and tossed on the floor. The guards of the Alchemician throne room have no weapons, the room is made of simple concrete, with decorations of gold, silk, fur and wool. The nice thing in the room are the simple flames illuminated in the air by magic. The messenger looks up at King Degurachaff as the King waves for him to talk.

"Dear, foreign king(Bazilvrian's think this is a nice way of addressing another countries kings), you are one of, if not the most influential countries in our sphere of influence. The Leader of Bazilvria hopes that we could strike a deal. The Township of Bazilvria is leading a country funded effort to connect the river to the ocean, through Bazilvrian territory. The Wooldian principality believes that this will create competition to the treasury of the monarch and its nobility class. They have request as cease and desist decree which we intend to ignore. We know the Wooldian King(disrespect not calling him the Bazilvwooldian King) will enact military force soon. Should you choose to grace us with your divine assistance I am sure we could strike a deal".

The room sits in silence for a moment...afterwards the King speaks confidently. "We do not wish to take any military action, however, we are willing to fund your resistance, IF we enter a contract that the canal will be shared by Bazilv and Alchemic, Alchemic will take half of your earnings from taxing traders and ships going through the canal. Alchemician ships and goods will be logged so that we may reimburse or noble traders."

The Messenger rebuttals "Dear my King, Bazilv is but a small and humble nation. A 50% split would result in such a small profit margin, please have mercy ple-."

A magician from the side yells "Silence! The King is being Merciful - " The King waves his hand, "Fine, we will receive 35% of our earnings for the first 3 years, afterwards, Bazilv will be on its own feet and we shall receive 45% of the earnings, this is my final offer".

The Messenger smiles and happily signs the agreement on behalf of the Bazilvrian Leader and makes his way back with the decree.

[Alchemic]

Shortly after the Messenger leaves, the King calls for the Master of Treasury, the King instructs him Treasury to account for the "exchange" rate in Bazilv and send an appropriate amount for the small country to defend itself. "If this place is to be Alchemic's free access to the Southern Ocean we should be sure to take care of it. Our books of magic could be sent to shores far and wide, to apart of the continent that we've never been. "

The Room shouts "Hail to the Magician King!"

A Small fleet is gathered, with a noble trader Marzc Shiboyachov to sail down and deliver the funds as fast as possible for Bazilv to amass its troops.
Marzc mumbles to his 2nd in command. " The Bazilvrian people are eager to make a Cenz(Currenct in Alchemic), and filled with rage against their Monarch. They will be much cheaper to enlist than most Alchemican sell swords. Sail South East, into the rising sun! We shall be there in two weeks!"