by Atlantian Dominions » Mon Jan 27, 2020 8:15 am
by Ceroat » Mon Jan 27, 2020 9:52 am
by Atlantian Dominions » Tue Jan 28, 2020 7:53 am
OOC: Welcome to the story! I’m excited to see your post when it arrives.Ceroat wrote:I'm prepped to pop in after I find some time to finish up my draft with more than simple technobabble for immersive 1874ness. Do get yourself familiar with electric commercial telegraphic code (1874 edition)! These things are expensive to send, you know. The Ceroat Expedition of 1874 can't surely invest too much until it's voyage overseas is assured.
by Atlantian Dominions » Wed Jan 29, 2020 9:36 am
by Atlantian Dominions » Thu Jan 30, 2020 12:09 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Sat Feb 01, 2020 6:54 am
by Marusany » Sat Feb 01, 2020 9:06 am
by Atlantian Dominions » Sun Feb 02, 2020 1:47 pm
Marusany wrote:Off the coast of the Free City of Caroline
Among the collection of soldiers on the top deck of one of two steamers stood Colonel Sebastian Ris, a grizzled old officer made out of grizzled old sergeant material. When the postman came to him a week ago to deliver the letter of some group of revolutionaries wishing to open a contract with his unit, he almost thought it was too good to be true, what with its promises of a handsome down payment and a fair share of looting with the local forces. These thoughts resurfaced as he saw a city in chaos, nearby estates cinder skeletons in the middle of charred gardens, and some farmers wandering about with guns could be seen through his looking glass.
"Buncha savages, ey?", asked a nearby captain, chuckling as he looked out at the city. "Maybe," Ris mumbled back, "but remember, even a dog can learn to march in step with a company with enough training." Turning some revolutionaries into soldiers was going to be a more herculean task than he had originally assumed.
Caroline
After dodging some scuttled ships in the harbor, the 2nd Saint Adolf Infantry Regiment came to a stop at the docks and began to unload their stock of food, ammunition, breach loading rifles, and various support supplies. Several enlisted soldiers were sent around the city to find every tailor and soldier in the city. There was an army that needed to be built and one would be damned to think the uniform wouldn't at least be mad.
by Marusany » Mon Feb 03, 2020 6:58 am
by Divine Great Viet » Mon Feb 03, 2020 7:02 am
by Atlantian Dominions » Mon Feb 03, 2020 11:23 am
Marusany wrote:After some debate among the soldiers of what to do, several officers stepped in and ordered the valuables be crated up and taken back to the ships and the women to be conscripted into non-combat roles (much to the displeasure of all present).
Marusany wrote:Colonel Ris was delighted to receive an invitation so soon after arriving. It meant he could get his new clients working on becoming proper soldiers, which would reduce his chances of getting killed for aiding a rebellion greatly. Ris, as it turned out, was rather a fan of not being dead. He grabbed his second-in-command, Captain Virgile Primeau, and a bottle each of wine and mead (traditional way Marusan officers of different units greet each other at their home forts), and headed for the city hall.
Ris, speaking through Primeau as he did not know the language, immediately going off on a long-winded lecture on why the rebel soldiers ought to be properly uniformed and the benefits of uniforms. After this he concludes with, "Anyway, enough of that for now. I'd like to know your thoughts on the idea of storming an enemy fort."
by The Holy Columbian States » Tue Feb 04, 2020 3:27 am
by Atlantian Dominions » Fri Feb 07, 2020 12:18 pm
by Mersdon » Sat Feb 08, 2020 3:09 am
by Atlantian Dominions » Sat Feb 08, 2020 7:55 pm
Mersdon wrote:(OOC: Are there any cartographic resources I could use to gain a workable understanding of Atlantia? Is it similar to the Thirteen Colonies IRL, or is it slightly different? I don't want to mess up the storyline here with some inaccurate information, but if it's okay by you, I'll place a small squadron about 250 miles offshore from Caroline.)
by Peroniist Argentina » Sat Feb 08, 2020 8:20 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Sun Feb 09, 2020 12:16 pm
Peroniist Argentina wrote:The Fallen City of Caroline
Major Monte Varela gazed down upon the crowd below, a grimace upon his face as shots were fired in the street. While none were directed towards the Argentine Consulate, the crowds outside seemed ready to strike at any minute. The only thing, Monte suspected, that deterred such actions was the one heavy cannon and the numerous elite Argentine riflemen. But he knew that, eventually, the crowd would storm the embassy in order to take hostages. The garrison only numbered 54 Elite Riflemen, 20 Marksmen, 4 Artillery Officers, and 2 COs while the crowd numbered in the thousands. Tourists who sought refuge had been accepted into the Consulate, filling up any room not occupied by the soldiers. Spare rifles had been given to any males who were combat-capable. An SOS and request for reinforcements had been sent home before lines to the Consulate were cut. The last message they received had ordered them to stay put and the Major had made sure to follow it. He had announced to the crowd earlier that no action would be made against them and that Argentina would remain neutral unless they themselves assaulted the building or any Argentine soldiers.
Mersdon wrote:The smoke filtered softly from abaft, and to his delight, a fair wind began blowing towards the open water. The rain-soaked Royal naval jack, colored a sooty red, white, and blue, began to luff in the wind, with the sound of wet cloth slapping across brass, wood, and rope soon making itself known. Above the Captain, three Marines began clambering up the rigging with a simian grace, blackpowder rifles strapped across their backs, soon reaching their predetermined positions looking over the bosun's position and where the rum cask and stew pot could be expected to be. His auburn hair began to act up in the stiffening breeze, and as the anchor fell onto the deck with a final heave of the winch by five sailors, he smiled for the first time in a while, and yelled out.
"Saltskins! Full Speed Ahead!"
Peroniist Argentina wrote: The Ocean, Coast near Caroline
One Ironclad ship glided smoothly across the waves, flanked by two Argentine Frigates and one sloop. Admiral Martin Benítez stood upon the deck of the ironclad with a pair of binoculars in hand. The fleet was quite close to Caroline, close enough to see some smoke from the fallen city. As per commands from the President, while the sloop, ironclad, and one frigate were filled to capacity with men and supplies, while the other frigate was only at half capacity in order to evacuate civilians. And the President was not playing games. Every sailor and every soldier were veterans of the numerous small-scale civil wars that had ravaged Argentina in the 1850s and 60s. The men were on edge as the city's port and the ships in it came into view. A white flag of truce flew above every Argentine ship, symboling their neutrality in the conflict. The Ironclad, ARA Dependencia, carefully approached the nearest vessel as the Admiral and his guard stood on deck. He wished to discuss terms and explain his actions to whoever the captain of the vessel was.
by Peroniist Argentina » Sun Feb 09, 2020 2:48 pm
Atlantian Dominions wrote:Caroline
Outside the Argentine Consulate, a crowd of people had indeed gathered. They chanted songs of revolution and hurled epithets towards the soldiers blocking the entrances, but made no moves to seizing the building for now. They were restrained by the Leveler agents among them, who told them to wait and let the foreigners starve in their little fortress. In time, they would have to beg for mercy from the people to get food. In the meantime, the only offensive moves that the crowd made were to hurl the occasional stone, brick, or spoiled produce towards the consulate, daring the men inside to open fire and provoke the wrath of the mob. Armed rebels set up an observation post of sorts across the street to keep a watch on the Argentinians, while a small crew went to fetch one of the cannons from the city arsenal and haul it over to match the firepower of the building’s defenders.Other Levelers went through the hostages that they had captured and gathered in several locations, looking for any Argentinians who had not managed to flee to the safety of their consulate in time. These hostages would be separated out and brought to the part of the city where the consulate was located, to be used as leverage to force the surrender of the defenders and the people they were protecting.
Atlantian Dominions wrote:The Argentine vessels were arriving in the middle of a maelstrom of activity. The lone Atlantian ironclad was moving to engage an incoming flotilla of vessels flying naught but a piratical-looking flag, while the rebel-held harbor defenses were rousing themselves in an attempt to halt the escape of the Westoak. All sides noted the incoming squadron, yet with its white flag it was unknown what its purpose would be. The rebels manning the outward-facing batteries rushed to prepare their cannons – if the Argentines entered their range, they would open fire. The white flag of truce meant nothing to these men and women; they only knew that their leaders had commanded them to ensure that no ships entered Caroline harbor except those which were aligned with the Leveler cause.
by Atlantian Dominions » Thu Feb 13, 2020 6:20 pm
Peroniist Argentina wrote:A shot splashed so close to the ARA Dependencia that water soaked the uniform of Admiral Benítez and his men. His infamous anger took over as he sprinted for the bridge.
"Man your stations and perform evasive maneuvers now. Ditch the white flag and fly our colors. If they fire again, we will return fire!" He barked at his crew. His orders were relayed across the ironclad and a flag signaler warned the other vessels to stay back. Unfortunately, the half-crewed Frigate did not have a lookout at the moment, only spotting the signal flags when they had sailed into the range of the guns. Realizing his mistake, the Captain went pale as he began screaming orders to turn the ship around and get back to the formation
by Guuj Xaat Kil » Fri Feb 14, 2020 6:31 am
by Atlantian Dominions » Fri Feb 14, 2020 8:48 am
Guuj Xaat Kil wrote:OOC: I am intrigued with this RP, may I ask of the state of the natives in Atlantia? Did they rebound from the smallpox epidemics (which means having sizable populations)?
by Mersdon » Sat Feb 15, 2020 1:03 am
Atlantian Dominions wrote: -snip-
by Peroniist Argentina » Sat Feb 15, 2020 12:32 pm
Atlantian Dominions wrote:snip
by Atlantian Dominions » Mon Feb 17, 2020 4:07 pm
Peroniist Argentina wrote:-snip-
Mersdon wrote:-snip-
by Peroniist Argentina » Mon Feb 17, 2020 11:08 pm
Atlantian Dominions wrote:Peroniist Argentina wrote:-snip-
Outside Caroline
The rebel shire batteries that faced out to the open ocean fell silent as the Argentine frigate escaped outside of their range. A final pair of parting shots splashed into the war behind the vessel, as if to draw a line in the shifting surface of the water. As the foreign fleet reorganized itself at a distance from the city, the Atlantian ironclad A.D.S. Stafford approached from the position it had been occupying since the uprising had captured the city. The sailing mast, which was currently bare as a tree in winter with the sails furled and unused, flew not only the flags of the Confederacy of Atlantian Dominions, the Atlantian Navy, and the Oceanic Squadron under whose aegis the Stafford operated, but also the signal flags used internationally to request a parlay. Captain Horace Grimsley wanted to speak to whoever was in charge of the flotilla that had seemingly wandered into this crisis.
Aboard the Stafford, Captain Grimsley was making his report for the day in the ship’s log. He described the arrival of the Argentines and the sudden decision by the foreign warship inside Caroline harbor to try and make flight for open seas. When that was done, he stepped back outside onto the deck and awaited the response of the Argentine fleet to his request, delivered by semaphore flag and lamps, that they allow an officer of the Stafford to cross the water between them and board their ship, to hear the reason for their presence here. First Lieutenant Paul Finley stood ready to board one of the ironclad’s launch boats and travel to the foreign vessel. He would be accompanied by the assistant to the ship’s doctor, a learned man who had sufficient fluency in a number of foreign languages to act as a translator if necessary, and a fresh-faced corporal of the ship’s Marine complement.
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