The Ultimate Game(PT,Closed)

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King Tecelon sat in the Palace, eating his lunch, his only company the two Tower Guards at the door. As he eat some grapes, a map of Middle Earth lay before him. Reports trickling in. The Ithilien Rangers had pushed the Harad completely out of Ithilien now, both Northern and Southern Ithilien united again. Fighting to the west had become less and less, the rebels were finally dying out in Anfalas. Arnor was busy doing something, Tecelon was sure of that. However, it wondered if any nation, outside of their world would every invade. Bah, he laughed it off, quite sure most didn't know Gondor existed

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SMS - Eisen Drachen
1791 - Interregional Waters

The Iron Dragon is one of the most advanced servying vessels of the Prussen Kaiserliche Marine. A seventy six gun first-rate ship of the line she was hardly ever designed to 'survey'; no indeed. The advance guard of the Prussen Kaiserreich is what she was; lands that her eyes were set upon became Prussia's; kingdoms and empires lived or died by her good graces. Her crew were veteran, her timbers strong iron-oak, her cannons long range and powerful, her Marines spot on to target.

Now the Iron Dragon set eyes on her next target; her next damsel in distress. "Turn and prepare to return to port; we've mapped every single route here. Staying would be folly to our design."

"Aye sir."

[This has become a glorified filler; expect to see a time-skip in my next post, Gondor and all of Prussia's finest.]

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The Gondor Navy was, well non-existent to tell you the truth. The elves from Lorien and the Grey Havens have loaned about eight ships to guard the Souther Gondorian coast, but other than that, there are no Gondorian warships, due to the fact that after the King's great great grandfather defeated the Umbars in the War of the Third Age, they stopped raiding Gondor. It was only a matter of time before Umbar was returned to Gondorian hands anyway

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SMS - Unsiegbar
Prussen Kaiserliche Marine - Flagship
Gondorian Waters - Coast

If the Gondorian Navy was non-existant than all the less power to them because quite simply? The Prussen Kaiserliche Marine was God Incarnate. Twelve First Rate 96 Gun Ships of the Line formed just this task force that was tasked with the removal of the Gondorian Kingdom as a power and it's reinstiution as a colony of the Prussen Kaiserreich. "Send no message; let them hear word by the subjugation of their people one step at a time. Forward the Reich." So was the simple message of the Admiral von Berlin to his own troops as the galleons approached Gonodorian waters; "No enemy, an easy victory."

"If it makes you feel better they've got legends on their side and one of them quite clearly says; when every we see it we'll find out; that a 'white city' is all but vincible."

"None the matter, forward! Raise the colors!"

Prussia had come - Gondor; brace for impact.

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Western Anfalas
Outpost

The small Gondorian outpost was right in the coast of Anfalas, about one hundred miles from the Lefnui River and the Long Shore. The outpost was small, only had a garrison of about nine hundred. It was meant as a scouting and observation post, with a fort nearby with over three thousand men to provide man power in case of invasion.
One lone soldier paced on the tower, his rifle over his soldier, white frost on the shoulders of his blue uniform, the rim of his white pants frozen from the cold. As he turned around to complete another pace, he saw something in the distance. He swore it was a ship, but thought magic was cheating his eyes. However, as the sailed into clearer view, he realized his eyes were right. He rushed to the bell on the tower and rang it, signaling an attack. Men jumped from the barracks and rushed to the wall facing the sea, muskets primed, cannons loaded and on a simple command, the cannons opened fire on the Prussian ships

[Greater-Prussia]

SMS - Unsiegbar
Etc.

"Ah, so they do fight back." Admiral Berlin said dully as he examined the horizon, the flitting little outpost that would be the first obstacle to be overcome by Pruessen Wrath. "Right then, make ready the long nines and bring us along for a broadside! Train and aim all cannonade upon them!" While the order was easy the process of course was much harder; whilst Admiral von Berlin had a big mouth the messenger still had to relay the orders to the rest of the fleet; and they to one another before the motion could take place in more than once ship. For the time being the Unsiegbar moved forward; slowly; to meet her objective as her longest range guns; Bronze 9 Pounders' were made ready to pound the Gondorians out of existence. As she labored in the water; the winds in her favor the Pruessen Standard flew high from her mast; the last sight Gondor would see as a Free Nation.

Smaller ships; almost sloop-like in existence dodged between these great Galleons of War under their own orders, these ships carried light five pounder guns and more importantly; Pruessen Marines. All 8,000 of them.

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The men ran onto the wall firing the cannons. Men were thrown from the wall as a cannon ball hit it, lying on the snow white ground, their blood turning the ground red. Men had brought out the 12 pounders onto the wall, their crews firing at the ships as fast as they good. The artillery commander shouted " Use chain shot on their masts!" He waved his hand and the large siege mortars behind the walls of the outpost fired on the Prussian ships, aiming for the front of the ships.
Smaller cannons fired at the sloops attempting to land as they neared the shore

[Greater-Prussia]

1791
SMS - Unsiegbar

"Brace for impact!" The Master of Arms's cry came up as the Gondorian long guns returned fire on the Pruessen vessels; who unfortunately for the Gondorians were now in position. The shot raked the Unsiegbar but true to her name she held together, invincible. Wood splinted, blood spilled and men died but she stayed afloat, mast intacted; a near by sloop wasn't so lucky as her mast was torn in half stopping her cold. "Full broadside!" The Admiral cried and next came the roar of fire; the bellow of heaven as all of the Unsiegbar's 91 guns unleashed hail on the Gondorian Outpost; her and two of her sisters.

Near the shore the sloops came under fire; returning as they could still plodding along toward the shore; Marines preparing for disembarkment with that staunch military professionalism, which considering the chaos was something to be admired. One of the sloops met a premature end; punched below her waterline she floundered, retreating as riggings were cut and lifeboats drawn up; a general abandon ship attitude followed.

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The outpost walls were instantly bombarded with cannon fire, cannon and men flying into the air. Yet the man retained their bravery and courage and maintained their fire, choosing chain shot to cause maximum damage. Most of the men had left the outpost and now the seven hundred men opened fire on the landing Marines, the beach filling with the smoke from fires, musket and cannon

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On Shore

The Marines disembarked even under fire; calm and stoic as their brothers fell around them. The Pruessens displayed that pinnacle that other armies wanted to get to; they displayed the ultimate in discipline. "Form!" The order came as the lighter five pounder guns raked the shoreline. The Marines moved as one; line forming up even in that face of destruction. "Ready!" So they did; priming. "Aim!" So they did. "Fire!" The ripple of fire from the .75 caliber muskets shredded outward to provide that moment of vital cover for the next platoon of Marines to disembark.

SMS - Unsiegbar


"Bash them to peices!" Admiral von Berlin yelled bluntly. "Volley!" Again the Man-O-War let loose her cannonade, again her sisters fired with her as the Gondorian cannons returned fire against them; the smell of gunpowder most prevailiant and burning, the primer and the smell of burning wood; splintered timbers rent the air with sound and the scent of blood heavy on the winds. Oh this was the Game and it was it at it's very finest!

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On Shore
The twelve pounders behind stone walls opened fire as the Marines advanced. The Gondorians formed ranks and unleashed volley after volley upon the Prussian Marines. Men on the walls of the outpost also fired at the Marines

Outpost
The mortars and twelve pouders continued to fire away at the enemy ships, men rushing ammunition to the artillery crews on the walls and on the ground. A volley from the Prussian ship hit the top of the outpost tower, it's dome roof and the top obliterated into nothing. Men continued to fire from it as four 24 pounders were aimed with chain shot at the the cabin of the SMS - Unsiegbar

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SMS - Unsiegbar

"Closer! Bring out all of them unto their heads; pour their blood like water upon the sands!" On the Admiral's order the fleet adjusted and the Galleons all the more intimidating did so. They took the shots well; the Gondorian cannonade finally scarring the first timber of the Unsiegbar; the Invincible shuddered in the water as the lead shot pierced her. "Where."

"WATER LINE!" Someone bellowed as the pump was manned on instinct; the hole braced and repaired; the process beginning ever as the Gondorians aimed their chain-shot on her.

Shore

Now the Pruessen Marines had landed in full force; of the 8,000 an astounding and quite speedy 200 had hit the sand now while the guns from the Sloops covered them with artillery. "Line!" The Marines formed without any sign of fear nor compassion, mercy nor the slightest shred of humanity. "Fix Bayonets!" In the middle of a bomardment? No. "Ready!" Prime. "Aim!" Done. "Fire!" The fire rippled out from the first line, who ducked, the next line. "Fire!" They did so and ducked. "Fire!" The last line did so and ducked as the first line stood once more. "Volley!" This process repeated now; the Pruessens had the beach at the very least; no matter how scarlet the sand was now.

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SMS - Unsiegbar
This ship was now the target of 20 24 pounder cannons and several land mortars as they unleashed their deadly shot, be it chain shot or or regular cannon balls. Cannons continued to go off, the smoke filling the entire outpost.

Beach
Men after man fell dead, hit by Prussian bullets, simply overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the Prussian Marines. 4 50 pounder cannons targeted the Marines and a soldier screamed " FIRE!" as they unleashed deadly chain shot on the Marines. The infantry commander rallied his men " Ready!" They loaded their weapons and primed them " Aim" " Fire!" And the remaining three hundred let off a volley. the commander drew his sword and swung it " Retreat to the outpost!" The men sprinted back to the outpost, with men on the walls providing cover for them as they entered the outpost

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SMS - Unsiegbar

"Abandon ship!" The Master at Arms bellowed over the sound of the screaming; the sounds of the dying as the Invincible labored to stay afloat; raked and destroyed by the heavy Gondorian Artillery. Invincible? Vincible.

Admiral Berlin did not move from his station; watching as his men disembarked by flinging themselves to the water as the timbers grew ever closer to the waves. 'Yet there remains at least one Wolf amonst the Sheep. Subdue him my brothers; show the futility of standing against the Pruessen Kaiserreich.' His thoughts were as the water began to envolope the lower deck; like any dutiful Admiral, Berlin removed himself to his cabin, even as the water poured through the gunports and other breeches now. Down she went; captain in tow.

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SMS - Koeingsberg

"Avenge her!" The cry came and the ripple of the Koeinsbergs crashed against the soverignty of Heaven; the sky defeaned as the roar of the Galleon; the shot; all of it heavy lead ball shot now, would hopefully and finally silence the little outpost that refused to die; so stubborn these new wolves to the dragon. "Bow down."

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Shoreline

The Advance Guard didn't weather the storm of lead and grapeshot well; indeed the staunch two hundred were reduced quickly but when the Gondorians retreated the remaining fifty men were reinforced; another two hundred hitting the sand. "Fix Bayonets!" Done. The Pruessens stood up, straight backed and proud even under such fire; it was admirable indeed. "God stands with us; Charge!" That was when hell broke loose.

The Pruessens advanced as a staunch line of gray and white; rifles extended, steadily gaining speed before they were at a stiffly controlled but full on run, directly into the backs of the retreating Gondorians! Huzzah!

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SMS - Unsiegbar

"Abandon ship!" The Master at Arms bellowed over the sound of the screaming; the sounds of the dying as the Invincible labored to stay afloat; raked and destroyed by the heavy Gondorian Artillery. Invincible? Vincible.

Admiral Berlin did not move from his station; watching as his men disembarked by flinging themselves to the water as the timbers grew ever closer to the waves. 'Yet there remains at least one Wolf amonst the Sheep. Subdue him my brothers; show the futility of standing against the Pruessen Kaiserreich.' His thoughts were as the water began to envolope the lower deck; like any dutiful Admiral, Berlin removed himself to his cabin, even as the water poured through the gunports and other breeches now. Down she went; captain in tow.

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SMS - Koeingsberg

"Avenge her!" The cry came and the ripple of the Koeinsbergs crashed against the soverignty of Heaven; the sky defeaned as the roar of the Galleon; the shot; all of it heavy lead ball shot now, would hopefully and finally silence the little outpost that refused to die; so stubborn these new wolves to the dragon. "Bow down."

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Shoreline

The Advance Guard didn't weather the storm of lead and grapeshot well; indeed the staunch two hundred were reduced quickly but when the Gondorians retreated the remaining fifty men were reinforced; another two hundred hitting the sand. "Fix Bayonets!" Done. The Pruessens stood up, straight backed and proud even under such fire; it was admirable indeed. "God stands with us; Charge!" That was when hell broke loose.

The Pruessens advanced as a staunch line of gray and white; rifles extended, steadily gaining speed before they were at a stiffly controlled but full on run, directly into the backs of the retreating Gondorians! Huzzah!

Outpost

As the Prussian Marines advanced towards the gate, the remaining Gondorians already behind the large oak and iron reinforced gate. Cannons sounded off as they fired at the charging enemy while the few remaining men on the walls took aim and fired with their muskets.
The garrison commander rallied his men, getting more onto the walls and assigning more to cannons as the sea wall cannons continue to bombard the enemy fleet

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