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“Remember my song, oh fair soldier,
And bring it with you.
When death calls, sing,
And remember that I wait at home.”
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A malignant plague has beset the fair Western Isles, a sickness that sought not borders or race. It reeked of gunpowder and smoke, of crude oil and gasoline, of ash and cinder, of blood and metal. It sounded like an earth-shattering explosion, a nova that sought to undo all, yet it also whispered, of comforting words, of sobbing madness. It saw. And see, it did. Of crimson red, of dirtied greens, of soot-stained grays, of blackened waters. It hungered, of sacrifice, of sorrow, of fear, yet it also wanted the taste of liberty, of happiness, of success, and of heaven. Worship, it said, let all knee before it, and all did, wishes, hopes, and dreams on their lips. An unquenchable thirst at its behest, not just for blood, but for the ferocity of Death, riding a metallic steed, beseech by the sound of millions marching, their banners unfurled, crying for a better tomorrow for them, their family, and their nations. For a cause known true and good, but only to them. Yet causes for the great exist only in the minds of those who share it, and those who are at the path shall be trampled, lest they too, believe their cause be good and fight, thus the plague be named. A living being. War, apocalypse manifested by the hands of humanity, and it came for all of them.
The year is 1940. The Western Isles have descended into war. While conflict is not new to the islands, it was the first that was truly regional, a war that stretched from east to west, dragging along millions and millions of lives to the battlefield. A war that would see innumerable deaths, economies shattered, cultures changed, and governments collapse under the sheer weight of catastrophe.
In the burgeoning continent of Raedlon, Solaryia, with renewed determination at its helm, has launched a wholesale invasion of the continent, seeking to renew its ambitions of glory. In the fair continent of Gael, Fraternalists, Dormill and Stiura as their enforcer, have come into conflict with the Iszkari, bringing the land and seas into a tense standoff. Meanwhile, in the aspiring continent of Argus, the United Partitions have marched towards San Montagna, a belief of a better world for them thundering with every step.
All three remain unrelated (subject to change), yet no one foresaw that it would pull the strings of fate of all people together. Alliances and interests pulled together towards common goals, thus, the Imperial War begins. Split between the Free Powers and the Neo-Imperialists, the Western Isles now see itself in the path of annihilation.
Scaedia
Costavozka
Renet
Keomora
San Montagna
Itielia
Yursea
Ioudaia
Dormill and Stiura (after 1945)
NEO-IMPERIALISTS (RED)
Dormill and Stiura (until 1945)
Solaryia
United Partitions
Roendavar
San Jimenez
Wellsia
NEUTRAL STATES (GRAY)
Aruia
Ainslie
Pre-1900s
1900-1940
The Imperial War
The Aftermath
In light of recent events, it has been decided that the Imperial War be rebooted in order to facilitate better collaboration and cooperation between members of the Western Isles. We are starting fresh on the entire thing, and every consideration and suggestion is welcomed. Do not hesitate to share your ideas and collaborate with other nations to form an engaging and creative story that would bring the Imperial War to life.
(subject to change) As of now, the beginning of the Imperial War remains unclear. While three events have already been proposed, it remains too isolated and far apart. The most pressing matter at the moment is to determine how the Imperial War would start, how the two great alliances would be formed, and what would be the causes of the Imperial War itself. If you have any ideas or proposals, go share them below!
1. This thread is for members of The Western Isles only. No exceptions. It is not possible to include anyone or anything outside of the region. Violators will be prosecuted.
2. This is a cooperative project. All major decisions, especially those that involve the forces or people of another country, must be agreed upon by everyone involved. (In the words of the OG Miklania) If all you want to do is make a bunch of stories about how your great general goes around beating up everyone else, you are free to go write that somewhere else.
3. Take note of realism. If you are corrected by any member of the Western Isles, it is not a personal insult, we just want everyone to learn how to make this the highest quality story possible.
4. Be polite or else.