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by HypErcApitAl » Thu Apr 16, 2020 12:40 am
by Nouveau Quebecois » Wed Apr 22, 2020 6:04 pm
New York City Contingency Government
Commissioner, Edward J. Identity.
Piotr Musial - Some Place We Called Home
Albany, New York
January 2223, Week III
As a deep black smog passed overhead the Rangers, and the stench of rotten flesh carried in the wind, it began to dawn on them and the Commissioner just how desperate and bleak the situation was outside of the everyday Americana of New York City; or what was left of it. A morbidly tall, yet almost comical pile dark pile was coming into view before the Commissioner peered through his Cartographer's binoculars to confirm that the population of Albany was indeed located all in one place. The Commissioner first considered turning back when the troop already picked up an injury simply crossing a short stout of the Hudson River after finding the bridge was down. Now he seriously had to consider abandoning the mission. Simply breathing in the stench for too long could not be good for one's health.
"God... There's no way those are bodies."
"Something organised has been here. More organised then us" the Commissioner replied, handing the Cartographer's binoculars back to him so that he could inspect the war crime himself.
One by one, as the Rangers entered the city in three-filed column, they tightened their scarves over their faces, and those who could afford them raised dust goggles to mask the bacteria from their eyes. As the Commissioner gave non-verbal hand signals to stay alert, they circumvented the Town Center where the pile of bodies laid, passing through the side streets as morbid comments rung in the air, most in doubt that those were actually human. Eyes open, the Commissioner noted to himself, making sure the Patriot was equally picking up on information as it came in: No signs of conflict, no signs of battle, just a burning pile of corpses in the Center Center. The Commissioner made another signal for silence, before making sure to point out to his men the open window sills so as to at least be able to know that an ambush is coming if one did occur.
"They said there was a civilisation. I had the Governor's daughter kiss this map I've made for them."
Disobediently, the Rangers couldn't help but multitask, forming rumours about Town Square as they disembarked and unholstered rifles into the low ready, but the Commissioner was more conspiratoral then his men. The thought of this being an ambush set up by none other then the Patriot, who so adementely described a bustling and self-governing Albany now turned Ghost Town. He dismissed his thoughts to the headache-inducing smell, then brought his column to a halt.
"If you haven't already, dismount." the Commissioner ordered.
"Thin the line into a skirmish formation. We stick together and we'll circle the block. If anyone sees any sign of movement, hold your fire and alert your squad leader."
"Sir, yes, sir."
The Commissioner hesitated before giving a more morbid, yet equally important order.
"If you come across loot, don't touch it. If you see a body, don't search it. If you find a woman or a child begging for help, don't break formation. We are in foreign land."
The company didn't respond this time, but took the order nonetheless, before the Commissioner turned to face the front and continue leading the march from horseback. Though the smell made him sick, and the smog made his eyes water, the Commissioner couldn't help but break a grin. He tried to feel sick, he tried to feel ill, but all he could do was laugh in his head. This is truly war, and this is war on American soil. This is what he lived for, and there was no way the supernatural will take this from him.
by HypErcApitAl » Wed Apr 22, 2020 10:27 pm
by Spiritual Republic of Caryton » Wed Apr 22, 2020 11:01 pm
✻ N E B U L A - C I R C L E✻
1. A Message
For the past few years, the radio stations had been untouched by Nebula Circle. However, investment in a central broadcasting location and the completion of a multi-year long project to set up this long-ranged radio center came as a massive achievement for the cosmological doomsday cult. At precisely 10:00 PM at night, a space-like drone coupled with a crude-sounding music box blared loudly to anyone listening. The propaganda outlet began, knowing full well thousands were tuning in out of interest and curiosity. A lovely female voice with the slightest tinge of an eastern accent greeted the listeners.Welcome to the broadcast of the Nebula Circle. We seek to sustain the truths that we speak throughout this night to guide the lost towards the literal expanses of the stars above. The apocalyptic scene is merely your temporary home. The cold nothingness of the void is the trustworthy, as it shall guide you to the brightest and most breathtaking of stellar nebulae. Our leader is a star personified as a human to guide us into the vast outreach above. Friends, have you not wondered why you have been cursed to survive in such a crude world? Think for a second that your survival is irrelevant when compared with the likes of the galaxies above you. Nothing matters, and paradoxically-- everything matters. Why not come join us and see the true magnitude of the multiverse? Look to no books for answers, but look to the skies. Orion teaches that to become a guru, one must abide by a life of spiritual understanding. What good will constantly fighting off creature and bandits do for you to become more perfect? The next time you look at the clear night sky, think of the galaxies as people, and the stars as mere cells, also sentient. We are your family, all made of the same elements, just like the Sun. Ponder these ideals, and if you have decided to join our ranks, please contact one of your local representatives."
Music of Caryton: [8-29-22] Classic Carytonic Sing-Along Hymns
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Sunnyvale Trading Company
Supervisor Allison Veil
Sunnyvale, California
January 21st, 2223
Turn 3
STC Pathfinders, 9th Element
Captain Luciana Pliego
Mariposa County, California
January 15th, 2223
Turn 2
by Anowa » Wed Apr 29, 2020 3:41 pm
ANNO DOMINI 2223
WEEK FOUR | JANUARY
NEW EVENTS
Second Sun
A timer set so long ago has finally run down. Mobile, Alabama, is no more. It's surroundings rendered to ash, as the city itself is all but erased. The shockwave can be felt as far away as Amarillo and St. Louis, while in the coming days, the few geiger counters that worked in Annapolis would start picking up abnormal levels of fallout, as the already horrid winter the Afromerican tribes were enduring suddenly get worse as radioactive particulate begins to fall with ash and snow.
Mobile and Baldwin Counties are now Dead Zones. The Lemoyne Tribe now ceases to exist.
This is the end of an event chain.
Affected Factions:The Nation of Afromerica
The Riders from the North
Men riding horses had arrived, with minted coins and proper manners and language. Educated as they were, the had the rank stench of death, yet they were no bandits, the uniformity of their equipment said as much. Instead, they met with community leaders, and started handing out singular fist sized pendants. The only answer to such a confounding riddle was simple: "You have been given The Khan's Mark. You will know the decision when it comes."
The rumors, horror stories, and tales from north spoke of an empire from years long ago. Under a man known simply as "The Khan", it had expanded almost immediately after the collapse, only falling upon his disappearance. Such a long journey for such a simple message did not bring good omens.
This is the start of randomized event chain.
Affected Factions:Queen Love's Children, Zion Raider Alliance, Sunnyvale Trading Company, Night Witch Battalion, Spiritual Republic of Caryton, Roll of The Dice.
A Strange Signal
A broadcast from the west coast had only been playing for a little under an hour, when an odd, short static burst had been heard over the airwaves. Every three hours since then, a short burst of static had slowly wafted over the continental US. Anyone with a radio would receive it, and if any of them could even remotely triangulate where it was, they'd find it bellowing out from somewhere between Pittsburgh and Baltimore. What it was, and more importantly, who was sending it, would be valid questions.
This is the start of triggered event chain.
Affected Factions:All With Access to a Radio
The Frozen Forest wrote:"Crifta." Ranald gestured to one of the younger members of the group who came forth with a bundle of thick wolf pelts. Ranald took the pelts and visibly set aside his own axe. He took several steps forwards and offered the pelts to the stranger. "Wei gom burranga criftas ad tarada. Dayk hus dou ror dom ad pheple ." Ranald waited patiently for the man to accept the furs. Assuming there was no trouble he would back away and smile, then present one of the maps given to him for his expedition which clearly marked out the old settlement of Montezuma. If that didn't work then he intended to offer some of the groups alcohol. Either way he wanted to present goodwill and not have an axe buried in his head by the end of the interaction.
by HypErcApitAl » Wed Apr 29, 2020 6:23 pm
Men riding horses had arrived, with minted coins and proper manners and language. Educated as they were, the had the rank stench of death, yet they were no bandits, the uniformity of their equipment said as much. Instead, they met with community leaders, and started handing out singular fist sized pendants. The only answer to such a confounding riddle was simple: "You have been given The Khan's Mark. You will know the decision when it comes."
The rumors, horror stories, and tales from north spoke of an empire from years long ago. Under a man known simply as "The Khan", it had expanded almost immediately after the collapse, only falling upon his disappearance. Such a long journey for such a simple message did not bring good omens.
by Anowa » Sat May 02, 2020 1:24 pm
Summary of Events:
Jan, Week 1:Jan, Week 2:
- Wind Walker Free Hold (Tribe) begin vassalisation under the Order of Saint John of Jerusalem. (11 Months, 1 Weeks Remaining)
- Missionary Party has been dispatched to the Realm of North Texas (Arrival in 3 weeks).
- Missionary Party has been dispatched to the Soarin' Museum (Arrival in 3 Weeks).
.- Missionary Party dispatched to Integrate Saguache County, CO (2 Weeks Remaining).
Jan, Week 4:
- Platoon of Knights Hospitaller dispatched to deliver 'spare' rations to Aspen.
- "Cabal of the Damned" dispatched to monitor for dissidents in Seguache County- Platoon of the Knights Hospitaller have arrived in Denver County to begin clean-up processes.
- Knights Hospitaller Cabal "Knights of Moses" dispatched to make contact with Salt Lake City, Phoenix, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and San Fransisco. (13 Weeks Est.)
by Beutarch » Sat May 02, 2020 7:27 pm
by HypErcApitAl » Sun May 03, 2020 1:07 am
A broadcast from the west coast had only been playing for a little under an hour, when an odd, short static burst had been heard over the airwaves. Every three hours since then, a short burst of static had slowly wafted over the continental US. Anyone with a radio would receive it, and if any of them could even remotely triangulate where it was, they'd find it bellowing out from somewhere between Pittsburgh and Baltimore. What it was, and more importantly, who was sending it, would be valid questions.
by Anowa » Tue May 05, 2020 4:09 pm
Summary of Events:
Jan, Week 2:- Khanate of Idaho prepares for the suspected return of The Khan.
Jan, Week 4:- Khanate of Idaho conquered the County of Blaine, Idaho.
- Khanate of Idaho begins integration of the County of Beaverhead, Montana.
by Ralnis » Tue May 05, 2020 7:40 pm
by HypErcApitAl » Tue May 05, 2020 8:14 pm
by Revlona » Thu May 07, 2020 8:40 pm
by Glengo Island » Fri May 08, 2020 12:22 pm
by Beutarch » Sat May 09, 2020 10:31 am
by HypErcApitAl » Sun May 10, 2020 9:01 pm
Week 4
Punto de Hospitalidad is a small town in the northern reaches of Nuevo Aztlán. The Californian/Nevadan border would be just to the east, if they knew what it was. It mainly served as a place of refuge in the Mojave for patrols to set off from and rest up in and have the odd merchant peddle their wears, given its proximity to old Las Vegas. One new product becoming available in the main plaza would soon gather more attention than the rest.
The country was a guarded yet amiable one, and religion had a casual existence in affairs. A peculiar, relatively new kind of vendor that had been popping up were the men and women who would sell nothing. They would merely set up a stall that was little more than a cushion with a simple roof and within a small box or sack would be games of chance that customers could pay to play with the vendor, usually with the enticing promise of getting to win back more money than they spent if they played right. These simple moneymakers were deceptively easy, and as consequence appeared to require little skill.
The little games were inevitably lessons in Luck. Small lines delivered by the vendor served as minor distraction but was more or less Gospel. Repeat players would lose money but gain subtle insights in Luck that will slowly change Punto de Hospitalidad and the nearby communities west of the border.
Ophelia Boatshirehttps://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/2011/03/debby_ryan-2011-a-p.jpg
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Hi, Dadsy. I miss you, and the Moms so much. I'm so sorry that I didn't get to write you. Things've been very hard, and busy for me, but I imagine you've been kept busy, too. Try not to worry about me, Dadsy, I've kept safe. How're things back Home? I haven't kept in-contact with my siblings, or anyone else in the family. I really miss my sis.
by Christian Confederation » Wed Jun 03, 2020 7:20 am
by HypErcApitAl » Fri Jun 26, 2020 9:15 am
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