The Age of Ruin - IC

[The_Mad_Skylord 28]

AGE OF RUIN

“Kempennen Cuirassiers charge at the Battle of Volksburg.”

Spring, 3250 After the Departure

 

The Broken Coast, a land of wonder, of heartbreak. A land of joy and a land of sadness. A land of conflict, strife and war. A new year dawns, as the late winter snows gently fall upon the lands of a dozen different nations, alike only in one thing - their mutual dislike of their neighbours. For now, however, there is peace in the Broken Coast, as most nations have wintered their men, awaiting the Spring.

 

But Kempennen is not most nations, and for the past two years, the industrial city states of that internecine Confederation have partaken in a harsh civil war, seeking to tear down the reigning Potentate, Josef von Einzner, from his office. The war, already bloody, climaxed in a great battle, outside the town of Volksburg, some miles from the Potentate’s capital at Waltburg. For two days, the fighting raged, until late in the second day, as it drew near seven o’clock, von Einzner ordered in the entire Corps of his Iron Guard, cavalry and infantry both, to shatter the rebel centre. Peace reigns in Kempennen, as the Old Year ends and the New begins.

 

In Westerveld, the good citizens of the country rejoice, as the Parliament unveils the first ever steam locomotive, and reveals plans to build the world’s first rail line, connecting the south of the vast, open country to the north and the east to the west. Westerveld, already an incredibly swift combatant in her home territory, will no doubt gain a fearsome advantage on the defense, once the rails are complete.

 

The Klans of Klandestan do little as the year draws to a close while they skulk in their mountains. On occasion, passers by can see a momentary glimpse of a heavy white robe, before its wearer disappears from sight. The Klans continue to prowl their borders, protecting their Accursed citizens from the vicious persecution of the Church and its followers.

 

The swamp-dwellers of Iurd continue to pray to the Outsiders, ever hopeful of the return of the Gods. Beloved of the Church, primarily because the Church rules the country with an iron fist, Iurd engages in brutal slavery of the Accursed, and harsh, punitive measures for those who step out of line. Sometimes, the Accursed flee, hoping to reach the safety of Klandestan, where they are safe from the depredations of the unafflicted, but usually they are hauled back to the plantations, kicking and screaming, to be made an example of.

 

The Jizuru Clan, bitter isolationists, continue to hide behind their walls and fortresses, leaving their hinterlands only to trade minerals for additional food. This year, however, the granaries hold strong, and no representatives of the Lord of Jizu ride forth to treat with the foreigners.

 

Across the Great Sea, the Sultanate of Kaph eagerly seeks material for her industry. Desperate to make inroads in the Broken Coast, Sultan Abdul commands ambassadors to go forth, to open relations with any nation in the Broken Coast willing to treat with Kaph, promising great wealth and rewards for any who associate themselves with the great power.

 

But the Concordat is not far behind, for they are eager to use the might of their armed forces and the wealth of their nation to prevent Kaph’s ambitions, and to fulfill their own goals in the squalid Broken Coast.

 

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Konigreich Munzenberg

A militaristic Kingdom of proud, independent patriots, who love both King and Country. The young King Reinhardt II doubtlessly has a hard road ahead of his, as his small nation is wedged between many others, including both the Maritime Commonwealth, a Republic, and Kempennen, a mighty military industrial power. The young King will need to be bold and fearless and, conversely, wise and cautious, if he wishes to lead his country to triumph.

 

Vyacheslav Confederacy

Once the Confederacy was a land of tribes, of savage, barbaric warfare, but that is no longer the case. The Confederacy has been brought together, both by the will of a unifier, and the threat of outside foes. Though they are safe, for now, only time will tell what the nation’s fate will be.

 

Yashida Bakufu

A land where tradition meets modernisation. The days of strife were long in the Kingdom of Yamatai, as its leaders sought to raise it out of its archaic, backwards shell, and turn it into a modern, progressive nation. Yamatai is far from backwards now, and it is just as well; for she will need all her strength and cunning to remain strong in the tempest to come.

 

Konigreich Zunderland

A proud nation of nationalists, under a beloved King, Sunderland sits along the north coast, nestled by the clear, crystal waters of the Northern Lake. All is not well, however, for the proud nation is near many would be foes, and its safety cannot be guaranteed without strength and valour in arms.

 

The Maritime Commonwealth

The second largest of the Broken Coast’s nations, rivaled in size only by the Confederacy of Kempennen, the Maritime Commonwealth wields vast power, by land and by sea, and is more than capable of expansion at the expense of her enemies - but whether she will manage to defeat her foes is another question altogether, for it will take powerful leadership to overcome her stubborn and proud neighbours.

 

Westmark Republik

A nation that has only recently seceded from Munzenberg, Westmark is a young country, a Republic surrounded by monarchies and dictatorships, with few allies to call friends. The men of Westmark will need strong sword arms to survive the days ahead.

 

Tsardom of Soglasigrad

Soglasigrad, a land of many people, great ambitions and a hideous Tsar. A rich land, Soglasigrad has gained much status from its domination of one of the main thoroughfares from the Northern Lake to the Great Sea, and is unashamed of the tolls it places on passage. But the Tsar and his minions have greater plans afoot, and they gaze out across the plains, looking for their next conquests.

 

Freeholders’ Republic

A small nation of outlaws, vagabonds and scoundrels, the Freedholders’ Republic is a place where a man can flee to forget his past, and to spend his days drinking, whoring and gambling. A paradise on earth, really.

 

The Felsen Reich

A brutal dictatorship of angry, disease ridden manlet-incels, living in the fantasy equivalent of their mother’s basement. The Felsen Reich hungers to punish the surface dwellers for their sins - but only at night, of course - and greedily aches for territories they consider to be theirs. 

 

The Kawahara Shogunate

Kawahara is a contradiction - a federal republic ruled by a military head of state. Despite this, the country is modern and powerful, with respectable armies and an excellent reputation amongst nearby democracies. It is, like many, surrounded on all sides by potential foes, and who knows what the future will bring for the people of the Shogunate?

Edited August 31, 2021 by The_Mad_Skylord

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2465]

Yashida Bakufu

 

 

Overview

Yashida Shinzo would sit within the garden of his Castle reminiscing over years past, a man well into his sixties he was born into a feudal society. He could see creeping over the walls of his vast estate, the smoke billowing from the factories below his family's great citadel. It was he who from his youthful days sought to reform the aging Kingdom of which his Clan rules over and having fought political games with the various Samurai, Aristocratic and Royal Officials who feared the loss of their power the now elderly Shogun sighed reliving the memories of the political games of the past. From the corner of his eye he spied his Commissioner for War, Kazuma Gorou a man easily identifiable from his traditional Samurai mask which he wore due to severe disfigurement from his time putting down reactionary uprisings during the first stages of modernisation which his liege undertook. 

“My Lord, the Jizuru have begun to shut their borders, the Daimyo hides behind his walls.” the General would say after bowing to the Shogun.

“He continues to deny the reality of the times, refusing to adapt, he believes he can keep his land trapped in the past.” the Shogun retorts with a scoff, rising from his seated position before turning his gaze and full attention to Kazuma Gorou “Begin training the Army in the North, I want you to oversee the situation yourself carefully. I will provide you with more information and orders later.” he simply commanded, the Commissioner quickly bowing and turning leaving his liege’s garden. 

Seeing the smoke billowing over in the distance he sighed, it was an ugly sight which he could see from his otherwise beautiful garden. This was progress and this was what would keep Yamatai and her people safe from the influence from the foreigners. 

 

Expenses and Actions

An additional two powder mills would be constructed to allow for gunpowder stocks and production to rise. [3,000, 2M]

A Hidden is summoned to the Capital [2,000, 2AP]

Three Manufactories are constructed [3,000, 3M]

An Army is sent towards the North of the most Easterly Province of the Bakufu and begins performing training exercises close to the border. [Troops moved near to F4 Province]

Diplomats are sent to Westerveld and the Jizuru in regards to opening up talks for trade, non aggression etc. Though the Government does not expect any progress with the Jizuru. [Mod]

[NunuTheGreat 18]

Königreich Münzenberg

 

For love of King, and country.

 

          From the balcony of the royal palace in Münzen, Reinhardt watched as his soldiers marched by in perfect order, saluting him as they passed and continuing on through the city. Their drill work was to say the least, impeccable. No movement was wasted. Not one step out of place. Something truly magnificent to witness and pleasant for the eyes to behold. The people lined the streets, waving flags and cheering for their heroes and protectors. The sons of Münzenberg were heading off to pacify whatever cesspool of degeneracy the King deemed conquerable and a threat. After some time, one by one the regiments partaking in the parade exited the city and marched to their new duty stations somewhere within the Kingdom’s borders. By rumor and speculation of the people, most were heading for the northern border. After the last regimental standards left the city, Reinhardt left the balcony to return to his royal duties, content with his assembly of such a spectacle. Behind him followed a rather large aging man as he walked. Adorned in a military officer's uniform, the sleek black and gold colors of Münzenberg fit him well. His medals, decorations, and sword clanked as he walked behind his King. The two made small talk as they walked through hallways talking about weather and whatnot, eventually coming to a set of doors guarded by two soldiers. The soldiers snapped to attention and opened the doors, revealing a smaller statured man standing facing the door at a large table. On the table lay a layout of the known region, with little intricately made landscapes and miniature models. Documents lined the edges of the table so as to not get in the way of the miniatures. The smaller goyim statured man looked up from a document he was holding and smiled a toothy smile to the King and the military man, laying down the document on the table. “I see you’ve brought the brute!” he says very nasally. Reinhardt was not amused by this comment and he let out a sigh. “Yes. I have brought Dieter, Heinrich. Now please show us what you’ve come up with.” The larger man stared coldly at the gentile, his attempt to berate him had not even penetrated his thoughts. Instead of escalating the conflict he simply followed Reinhardt to the table and examined everything that lay in front of him. The trio stood wordless for some time concentrating on the documents and models before them.

 

          Silence was broken when Reinhardt stepped off towards a large window overlooking some city streets. His boots made a particular sound as they hit the floor, each step different but sounding similar to the last. Outside of the window and in plain view were some children throwing stones at each other, obviously playing war. Who knew what the kids were calling it these days. Fond memories and a serotonin rush hit him as he watched the two sides pelt each other.. “Have everything finalized financially, Heinrich. Not one thing out of place.” He then looked over his shoulder to witness the man nod and gather some of the documents before hauling for the door. Dieter stood a little straighter now that they were alone. Reinhardt turned away from the children and their games. He now  looked at Dieter. The aging man had an aurora of pride about him. Most people did in this part of the world, but his was stronger than most. “I require you to make the military arrangements Dieter. Please do not start disappointing me now. You’ve been my greatest friend so far, and for that I thank you.” The large man let out a surprisingly graceful bow. “Thank you, your grace. Your kindness is appreciated by this old soldier.” Reinhardt could do nothing more than cut him a smile as he too collected documents, about-faced, and strode out of the room. With his plans set in motion, the serotonin rush left him. A migraine soon overtook him, and for the rest of the day the King retired to his quarters, trying to spend the rest of his waking hours working on other reform ideas.

 

Actions: 

Troops now scramble about to their clandestine locations, for the majority of them their duties will be what an average soldier can expect. Yet there will be a select few with very specific and special objectives. 

 

Masons, laborers and engineers all move to the southern foothills in the south in-between the mountain and the sea (f11), their intent being to build a fortress preventing any unwanted movement in the south. (4 M, 5000 C)

 

Five manufactories are constructed. (5 M, 10,000 C)

Edited November 11, 2021 by NunuTheGreat

[Z3r05t4r 854]

Königreich Zunderland

 

 

 

"Long live princess Isabella!" erupted the shouts from the crowd. It has been two weeks and the young lady already disliked the fact that she was cast into the position she is in now. "Long live our lady and princess!" "A hundred years and more!" But the crowd loved her. Isabella was to be the first female ruler of the realm, first Queen of Zunderland. Königliche Hoheit. Her father, König Heinrich der Dritte, has fallen ill these two weeks ago, following an injury sustained in an accident in a powder mill he was visiting. As his heir, Isabella was brought forth to assume regency during the king's prolonged absence from the throne.

 

But still, there were murmurs among the courtiers. "She will never marry. She will never have children. She has no interest in men. She is barren. She is a witch." It was known fact that her mother Iseltrude died in childbirth. Her father Heinrich did not remarry, out of loyalty to his beloved wife and not to diminish his dear daughter's standing. It was odd. Her father never approached Isabella in regards to finding a suitor, though it was certain that there were dozens if not hundreds lined up outside the Royal Palace to gain the king's ear, favor and daughter.

 

"We are here, your highness." the coachman interrupted her string of thoughts. "Yes, of course." she replied, as the door of her open top carriage was swung aside, a little wooden stair with golden inlays was placed before her so that the princess would not risk tripping (or tearing her expensive dress for that matter). One, two, three steps and the familiar crunching noise of gravel under her leather boots were enough to silence the crowd that was kept in line by several of the Zundrische Königswache. Isabella looked up at the quiet people who expectingly glared at her. "Like a flock of sheep." she thought to herself, a smile curling up on her lips, more out of amusement at the thought. It did give the smile some genuineness, as she raised her right to wave nobly at the crowd. The noise turned deafening as the men, women and children cheered louder than before.

 

Concluding the ten or fifteen seconds of standing there waving, her gaze wandered to the gate in front of her, two guards opened up, showing the mighty building of the Zentralarsenal von Zunderland. One could say, the central command of all of Zunderland's armed forces. She was due for a meeting with the number one of Zunderland's army, Robert Elsteeden.

 

Isabella was not looking forward to it.

 

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Actions:

 

Heeding word of the General Robert Elsteeden, Princess Isabella orders to look beyond the borders of Zunderland to find new places for homesteads, resources and footholds. (Sending detachments of 500 Skirmishers and 1,000 Light Infantry (each) to scout the regions E1 and E5.)

 

Four new manufactories sprout in the outlying towns. Workplaces for the growing population. (-4 M, -8,000 C)

 

A fortress is constructed near the capital to safeguard the princess. (-4 M, -5,000C)

 

The remainder is saved in the Royal Treasury. (-8,250 C)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Zanderaw 161]

Soglasigrad

 

 

White was everywhere - in the sky, on the endless fields, on cavalry greatcoats, and in the biting wind. It swirled around one Nikolai Grigoryevich Koznev, who marveled at how the only thing not white was the ancient road his men now rode on. 

 

Koznev hated campaigning in the winter. He suspected he’d regret that thought in a few weeks when the melt began and the plains turned to mud around him, but it changed nothing. Koznev knew himself well enough to know conjuring a bit of hatred for the moment could spur him forward.

 

Soon enough, he didn’t have to conjure anything. “Nikolai Grigoryevich!” A booming voice sounded from behind him as a massive man trotted up to him on an even more massive warhorse. Lipovsky. Of course.

 

“What’s your brigade doing on the road, Nikolai! The horse grenadiers can handle anything here; you should be out there watching the flank!” Lipovsky pointed out to the snowy fields, smugly.

 

“We’re five miles past the border, Oleg,” Nikolai grumbled. “If there was anything here, we’d already-”

 

“Did I hear that right?!” Lipovsky boomed. “Indolence? From you?! This cold has addled your brains, my friend!” He sidled his giant horse closer alongside, while Nikolai in turn moved his to the edge of the road. “Look, Nikolai, there’s a village an hour away. We want them on our side, yes? Who do you think’s best equipped to awe them into submission - a bunch of mangy cossacks, or the Tsar’s finest?!” Lipovsky grinned, twirling a handlebar mustache that seemed a foot across. “Seems to me, you and your ponies have a couple choices - you can halt and ride in behind us…or you can get off the damn road.” The big man’s smile abruptly dropped, and without further elaboration he turned his warbeast around, riding back towards his own unit. 

 

Nikolai cursed to himself, shivering. “I’m a hussar, Oleg,” he retorted to thin air, his tormenter already gone. Then, reluctantly, he gave the order to ride into the snow.

 

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Discretionary Spending:

 

1900 Vozins are sent up the river to the BRAVE MUJAHIDEEN in return for two units of building materials.

 

Actions:

 

As winter nears its end, the Tsar’s brother orders a pacifying expedition into the plains to the east. With supplies on carts and sleds, escorting a tide of settlers promised land grants, Soglasigrad’s cavalry rides forth. The elite horse grenadiers, and a mixed brigade of hussars and tribal cossacks ride along the ancient outsider road, bringing the Tsar’s rule to slumbering villages and empty plains. Come the summer, the crossroads will be a very different place. (Pacifying D6 with 8,000 heavy cav and 4500 light cav.)

 

Research

There is a great deal of interest from somewhere in the palace over the new invention in Westerveld, though Viktor seems less than enthusiastic. Nevertheless, the will is there, and a small team of engineers within Soglasigrad has begun working to copy the locomotive principle.

[Knightei 317]

The Kawahara Shogunate
川原

 

The Kawahara Shogunate, Mizūmi Riku, lay idyllic under the setting sun. The shouts from the mustering field slowly ease away as the recruiters and their new charges return to the training depots across the land. The wind blew, the winds of change. The Kawahara would continue their expanse under the sun. They are the future.

 

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Generals Hirata and Sobuka pour over the sand tables, the tent flaps shaking behind them. General Akira ducks under the entryway, nodding to the two others, “How goes the planning?” he would ask about the pair. 

“Well General, we have pinned down what the Shogun and Parliament have asked for, but we are being more certain of the land before we commit.” Hirata would reply. 

“Wise, wise… So what is the plan for now?” Akira responded.

“We use our Kazi Kihei to screen the advance, followed up by the Gishi as they build the roads and infrastructure for the bulk of the infantry and cannon. Diplomacy is our first call, to invite the locals to the Shogunate, otherwise we drive them out and build upon their towns. Last resort is slaughter.” The answer came from General Sobuka.

“What I would do, well done you two, the Shogun would be proud.” Akira said, “May God take you.”

 

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Kawahara Nobusuke, Shogun of his clan’s lands, shuffles the papers on his desk as Minister for Peace Kawahara Daichi outlines the diplomatic missions that have been sent forth. On the paper is outlined a non-aggression pact one of the nations outlined.

 

As the minutes pass and the two converse, the envoys are chosen, men who are known to have a calm head. A few days later, they all leave the capital, Ayaba. They head to nations far and close afield, some by land and some by boat. The outcomes of their missions are to be decided

 

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Actions

 

Troops are trained in a variety of prefectures, Totalling two Gishi regiments, two Line regiments, and one regiment of Kazi Kihei. [14 AP, 11S, 10750C]

 

The ever moving industry of the Kawahara continues, with factories being built in all prefectures, two in Ayaba and Soeda, and one in the mountains of Iwate. [5M, 10000C]

 

The First and Second expeditionary corps were sent to E20 and E21 respectively, pacifying the land for Kawahara expansion. [Mod Action]

 

Diplomats are sent to various factions, [Mod Action]
 

[Praetor 1548]

 

 

The Felsen Reich

 

 

The Dom Weihwasser 

 

The Cathedral of the Church of Segel lies at the bottom of a vast pit, reaching into the black abyss of a caverns above. Ancient pipes rusted and mangled with time, lead into this gaping maw, and from them pours forth the grey, metallic-tasting Holy Water of the Outsiders.

 

At the bottom of the pit is a great pool, ringed by sharply cut stone flagstones of black and white and grey. Here, the waters from above fall without a splash and dim lamps light the glass-like waters with a sleepy flare, like the dark eye of an apathetic God.

 

Beyond stretches a long and wide room with pillars of grey stone, gilt in gold and bronze. Wooden piews sink in the darkness of the hall, rank by empty rank, for today is not a day of worship.

 

And behind the pool, intermittently hidden by the surges of water from the infinite above, a stone balcony sticks out from the rock, and behind it a dark door. Here would stand the Cardinal, if service was being rendered upon the Flock.

 

A channel cuts from the pool down the hallway, slicing the piews in half with its darkness, and from it is as if a shadow comes forth, absorbing what little light still flickers within the Dom.

 

One man straddles the narrow channel. His gloved hand holds a cane, and his leg is bent at an awkward angle. He looks up into the darkness, but his face is hidden behind a mask of pale ivory, blank but for two dark slits over his eyes. He does not speak, but even in this place, he is respected, and the gentle whistle of a wind above has stilled in the presence of Diktator Von Achten.

 

He does not speak, but in the darkness of his Gods' gaze, he prays.

 

 

 

Actions

 

 

 

-The Felsen Reich's brightest mind in Ursula Müller is turned from her various ventures after some cajoling and bribing, and is finally convinced to research a theory that has been flicking around scientific circles. That of the theorized 'Telegram'.

 

-DIGGING.

 

-The Felsen Reich sends about 1000 ranged cavalrymen, loyal auxiliary units formed from an assortment of tribes living aboveground in Felsen land, to harass the Mirasol borders. They seek neither combat nor truly valuable targets, preferring instead to appear from below ground in the relevant border region and launch brief but brutal raids on undefended villages, taking slaves and loot where they can, and retreating at the first sign of a military counter-attack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[GrimBeard 46]

Maritime Federal Commonwealth

 

 New Prospect, city of dreams! Any hour of the day come experience a city that doesn't rest. The people live cheek and jowl, in a host of state of the art housing. Stunning vistas along the coast, witness the dockside hoors perform daring maneuvers right in port. The bazaars and restaurants on the docks not to your fancy? Well head further into this jungle, and see what you find! A Westmarkian con man sneezing over some Tsarinas? A ritzy Munzenberger, singing in his home language as he drunkenly shimmies down the street. Come to the swing clubs, and find any number of exotic women waiting to serve YOU! The church says it's the city of sin, we say it's the city of wins.

-Traveler's Guide to The Commonwealth; Pg 4 part III "Unsavory Savoring of The Capital!"

 

 

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Not far from the capital, there lies a less traveled section of the Great Road. On it’s side is a ramshackle little wooden fort. Not even worthy of palisades, it has simple earthen ramparts. Hardly a glorious posting for a general, but someone had to keep an eye on the roads. For it’s here Brigadier General Charlie Sullivan finds himself. With hardly a fight to go around, it seems the Commonwealth is struggling to find it’s Officer cadre postings.

 

He was resolute not to take the duty lightly, no matter how boring. Making the most of it Sullivan brings his entire command staff, and some Rangers. They made the camp as orderly as they could, cracking the garrison into shape. There were even a few sharp skirmishes, the sounds echoing back to the fort. Just a few highwaymen, easy prey for Redding Rangers. Unusual long range missions head out, wagons in tow full of supplies for the men. This pattern has played out most of the winter, the Roads iced over. 

 

With the arrival of Spring, travel has picked up significantly. One of the first arrivals is a messenger thundering up to the Fort. Dismounting, he lets some privates lead the lathered horse away. He pauses, straightening his jacket and breathing deep. Then with a nod from the sentry’s he’s allowed into Sullivan's headquarters after being led past the palisades. 

“Get me another damn barrel! I don’t care how m-” The voice cuts off as they notice the new arrival. Corporal Sam Mays gulps nervously, taking in the sight. A red faced General Charles was looming over a poor beleaguered Quartermaster. Behind them were several barrels of wine, stacked up neatly.

 

“Leave” The General barks at the Quartermaster, noticing Sam’s Federal Courier Insignia. A lofty position for up and coming recruits, younger men are given the honor before they properly enter the Army. Sullivan pulls out his chair and sits, motioning for Sam to do the same. He picks it up, from where the Quartermaster knocked it over on his flight out. “Made me bust my ass an entire winter out here.” Sullivan grumbles.

 

Corporal Mays looks from the general to the wine, skeptical. However he ignores the comment, and clears his throat before saying. “Erhm Sir, I don’t know what General you expected to hear from. But I bring word from the Prime Minister himself.” Sam pauses. As if the message confused him. Grumbling, Sullivan plows over whatever question he’s about to ask. “Just tell me what he wants me to drink”

 

“The Wine, Sir” He says with a sigh as General Sullivan cackles.

 

 

 

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 “You know what I see, Cooke?” said President Harriman, a smoldering cigar snatched between two fingers as he stood atop the marble, third floor balcony of his island manor. 

  

 “The mainland, Mister President?” asked Cooke skeptically. Cooke had long been majordome of Harriman’s household, serving two generations before him. Harriman valued the old man’s wisdom, knowing more about his father than he, sometimes. His father too was a politician, serving a respectable tenure as governor of New Vernon. Though, Harriman Jr.’s ascent to the presidency had been unprecedented, as he captivated crowds of young men and women, with promises of a better tomorrow.

 

    Though, how about today? Harriman wondered. Sure, he could steer clear of conflict and leverage the Commonwealth’s markets to forge strong ties to the Broken Coast- but no President had ever been remembered for preventing wars, rather the wars they executed. This has always lingered on Harriman’s mind, as he turned towards Cooke. “I see potential, Mister Cooke. I see lands who have been too long shackled to the whims of the few. I see many souls barred from participation in government, by nature of their lowly birth.”

 

   “The status quo for countless centuries, Mister President. The Broken Coast is a cruel place.”

  

 “Cruel, yes.” Harriman contemplates, gazing towards the sound. “Lost? No. I cannot give the people of the Broken Coast freedom. But I can certainly provide an environment in which they aspire.”

 

 

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“You there!” screams the foreman at a lone worker. His face is stained a charcoal gray, along with the faces of all of the rest of the workers scrambling through grinding conveyor belts and raging infernos within furnaces. “Don’t just stand there, grab a broom!” He says, pointing at a decrepit, stale broom which looked as if it had been years since it merely touched. “And clean your face, look a bit presentable for the big boss will ya?” The worker gets tossed a towel, that in its prime had been a woolly white, its fibers now ever-more permeated with the gray-scale particulates of the steel industry. 

 

He buries his face in the rag, as an escape from the chaotic reality around him. His shift had started only 2 hours ago. By now, he ought to be pouring the molten alloys into their molds, for the next godforsaken man in the chain. Now, Joseph Winthrop is visiting? Why this mill, out of all the rest? “The hell are you doing, sleeping? I told you to get the broom!” The serenity he created within the towel abruptly ends, as it's yanked from his hand, and then it's used to berate him in the direction of the broom. Foreman has never been like this, his consciousness retorts. Nonetheless, his hands grip the cracked wooden shaft of the broom, and he begins maneuvering the small depositions of ash and dirt that are commonplace on the stone floor of the mill. That is until the orchestral harmony of hammer swinging, grunting, and the metallic cringe of saws penetrating sheets of iron stop. The hums of voices decrescendos into silence, and the unstill, soiled heads of the employees stop moving, turning, and bobbing. The only thing audible is the growls of the famished furnace, and the whir of the machinery around them. 

 

At the entrance of the mill, a group of people. Well dressed, and groomed, a stark contrast between the men in the mill. They all have on expensive dress suits from Barkum and Brothers, a prestigious tailor operating only in the capitol, providing the suits for many of the politicians of the Republic. Some have flimsy monocles they prop up to their eyes with soft, delicate hands. Others, long top hats, made with furs caught in the countryside. Some, bear elaborate mustaches, gelled up and maintained. The man of the hour, though, lies in the center of the group, flanked by the rest. He is a stout man, with a long defining beard. He has a hat, which he promptly removes as he enters the mill, exposing a balding head. His eyes briefly survey the cimmerian faces of those before him. The white of their eyes, and the resplendent blue and green glows of their pupils, being the brightest and most noticeable features in the bleak factory. The employees wait for something to happen. Beady eyed, this is the closest experience many of them will ever have with true wealth. Will he speak? Will he smile? The richest man in the nation, before us. Perhaps he will give us the day off?

 

The men at the entrance murmur amongst themselves, but Winthrop continues to glare, seemingly judging the men. Disgust overtakes his face, as he procures a silk, gold engraved handkerchief from one of his pockets, and covers his nose and mouth with it. He turns heel, and trots out of sight of the entrance, and the workers. 

 

And with that, life returns to the mill, and the music of the industrial symphony begins to fill the air once again, as it always had, for the last 17 years the mill has been in operation. 

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Research; The Commonwealth seems invigorated by the possibility the Westerveld "Train" offers. They seek to emulate it's splendor, heading to the boards. Dedicated teams guided by a Development and Research Committee crack their knuckles and dive right in.

 

Westerveld itself is asked if they will hep their democratic cousin in this innovation! A generous favor would certainly be owed to them after.

 

Mod Actions

 

Concordat Envoys are invited to the Capital of New Prospect by Prime Minister Issac Edwards.

 

The Church is asked if they wish the rights to build a museum/chapel within the Capital of New prospect. A city where real estate is prime, it's a high honor. The city planners hope it can be accessible to all members of the public, to pray, and witness the history of The Outsiders. It's made clear this is a more private venture, not Federally endorsed or funded. Instead petitioned by dozens of City representatives, Ministers in the city, wealthy faithful, and hundreds of common citizens. It's hoped eventually a Federal grant would also be issued to further fund whatever the Church invest.

 

The first ever Global Fair is announced, to be hosted by the bustling Commonwealth! In a years time nations across the world are invited to attend. Within the fair nations are asked to show off their latest technology, gadgets, artifacts, anything they deem useful enough to show off for prestige. There will be festivals, a grand prize for the winner of the Fair's best invention, and even hints of a Race and contest of sports!

 

Any citizens fleeing from the Kemp civil war's aftermath are allowed into The Commonwealth on strict protocols. Soldiers will detain refugees at the border, for a week long screening process. Any deemed safe to live in The Commonwealth are allowed the chance to earn citizenship provided they work. Any Nobles fleeing will be far more discreetly taken, and held in safe houses for the President to review.

 

Finance Actions

Boosting M production.
58,900 total income
-11,000 C, 4 M (x2 Foundry)
-28,000 C, 14 M (x14 Manufactory)
-4,500 C (x3 Transports)
-5,000 C, 10 S  (x5 Medium Infantry)
400 C, 16 S, 22 GP, 8 F treasury

Edited September 1, 2021 by GrimBeard

[hellfiazz 878]

THE KINGDOM OF 
PROCTELAND

 

 

Mercutio stood unwavering, even as screams and sparks bounced around from an arms' length away. He glanced at the figures arched over the table, on which was the source of the racket, as they went about their business. Numerous tools were being passed between these chirurgeons quite rapidly, and were applied to the subject in succession. It looked up at Mercutio, and in the red glow the Iron Legionary saw the kind of despair a trapped rodent might display - frenzied, confused, and deeply in pain. 

 

The thing had once been named Artemidores, to Mercutio's understanding, and it had justly arrived at this fate by way of insubordination. It was a nanny to some minor Count's daughter, who had asked said Count why the Irthmade served them so. Naturally, the automaton must have been seeding evil thoughts in a pure and innocent child, and thence was sentenced to termination by gradual disassembly. And so Mercutio returned its gaze with cold indifference.

 

After some time, the satisfied chirurgeons motioned over to the door, and a large mechanism dominated by steel sawblade was wheeled in by several metal men. They were joined by a few more, and all grabbed firmly on to a chain attached to it as the blade itself was positioned over the subject's upper torso. With another motion, the chain was pulled, cranked back, and pulled once more. Thus, mercy came to the corrupter in the form of being carved open, and also to those listening by the drowning of its final, anguished screams in the horrendous noise of scraping metal on metal.

 

The metal men left, their device in tow, and were shortly followed by the chirurgeons as they patted one another on the back. Mercutio was left alone in the room, as the paranoid tradition of Procteland stated Irthmade must be monitored for some time after their termination to prevent the possibility of reactivation.

 

The steel soldier's gaze wandered over the thing once called Artemidores, split into dozens of pieces as it now was. Whatever passed through him as he made contact with the dull, lifeless sockets was quickly suppressed, as he internally resolved that if he could spit in the face of the defective, he would do. He glanced to the door, and then his gaze returned to the usual fixed position, where it remained as he carried out the rest of his duty. 

 

S U M M A R Y

Two Thousand Iron Legionaries march out from the bowels of Irthmaker [8,000C, 12S, 8AP]

 

A Thousand Irthmade serfs are evicted from their fields, and placed into military service [350C, 1AP]

 

Three Manufactories are constructed in the hinterlands of Irthmaker and Sterling [6,000C, 3M]

 

The Iron Legion sweeps eastward! [Securing F23, MOD]

Edited August 31, 2021 by hellfiazz

[Sovereign_of_Solaris 39]

Westmark Republik

(forums were being wierd, wouldn't post images so no flag today)

The Republik despite its shaky and young history was well on the way of getting its feet firmly on the ground. The Assembly had been hard at work passing legislation and reforms while the ministry handled foreign affairs. Many neighbours had come seeking diplomatic ties to Westmark in the hopes of making allies, seeking trade, or simply to initiate talks to smooth over those whom they shared borders with.

 

However the situation to it's south makes many within the Assembly nervous, Munzenburg had never truly recognized their sovereignty and likely saw Westmark as an upstart delaying their inevitable re-unification with the German Monarchy.

As such, a great amount of effort has been devoted to heavier industries and expanding defenses along the southern border. Thankfully there is a buffer state between them and Munzenburg but for how long that will remain is unknown.

Actions
 

Emmisaries of the Sultanate of Kaph are welcome to Westmark to discuss trade and diplomatic relations (MOD)

The Republik of Westmark reaches out to Westerveld interested in establishing official relations with them (MOD)

A Star Fort is constructed in the southern territories (-8M, -15,000c)

[seannie 6851]

 

 

Eidgenossenschaft Middenland

Confederation of the Three Middle States

 

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The 3rd Regiment of the Arnau Horse Guards crossing into the ‘Badlands’ in the westward expansion of the Confederation, 3250 A.D.

 

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Unification of the Reich

A hypothetical concept in its infancy throughout the various Academies and Universities of the Confederation, in which the Reichisch speaking nations of the Broken Coast are unified under one union for a stronger and secure future for those of a common culture.

 

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Jubilitations ring out in Mittelheim, the Confederation’s Capital, as various Regiments of the Three States are paraded through its streets, most notable of which being the presentation of the Sudenisch Foreign Corp, seemingly universally loved by all citizenry for its equal representation of all peoples of the Confederation. The festivities had been brought upon by the year’s greatest celebration, Confederation Day - especially intensified this year by the tricentenary anniversary of the union of the three states. They circle through the Palatial Square upon their conclusion, marching in salute to the executive authorities of the Council of States, who overwatch the entire ordeal as customary of their positions. 

 

Side by side, the Chancellor of Suden and President of Arnau converse, discussing recent military developments, “Are you sure this is wise, Michael? The Freeholders largely see those woods as their de jure territory, conflict in the region may escalate to war.” the President murmored, her eyes having never shifted as she kept on waving and smiling to the marching infantry. 

 

The Chancellor, evidently displeased to have been bothered about matters of the state while overseeing the parade, replies in a quick fashion customary to his oratory aptitude, “Anna, I hope you are not suggesting that the land be simply taken over by our adversaries - we must contest. You know as well as I of our rising issue, we simply do not have enough resources to maintain our wealth.” The President, ever persistent, also hastily retorted her humanistic stance, ”Are you sure this is worth the loss of lives? If the Freeholds contest our actions and tangle us in a regional conflict with our neighbours, the casualties will be in the thousands.” 

 

A Regiment stops abruptly with disciplined precision, the Prince of Suden’s Own Fusiliers, to shout their regimental motto in respect of the Prince-Chancellor, continuing on their march in salute immediately after,  

 

“Acceptable losses when the stake of our future generations are at risk because their forefathers did not ensure a safer and prosperous present for them. Anna, see to it that the resolutions pass in the Assemble.”

 

The President of Arnau rolls her eyes, having to stop her persistence as the futility of such was made apparent. 

 

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Mittellandische Freikorps

Mittelland's large foreign population and popularity abroad with the common folk has led to a large population of foreigners willing to fight for her honour, but unable to join the Foreign Legion. 

 

Every 2 turns, you can roll a 4d5 to raise a volunteer Freikorps. Every 1 on the dice represents 500 men, so with a perfect score you'd get a Freikorps of 10'000. Freikorps troops can only be green, and are restricted to light or medium troop types. 

 

1 artillery gun represents 100 men, so one artillery battery equates to 500. Artillery is capped at 1 battery per 5k, including the battery.

 

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ACTIONS

Vozin(s): 11,750

 

Stacks of smoke billow out into the vast expanse as new factories commence their first week of operations following the continuation of the industrial modernization efforts throughout the Confederation. [10,000 Vozin, 5M]

 

News reaches the Confederation of a World Fair being held by the Maritime Commonwealth within New Prospect. Ever eager to intermingle with the other world powers, the Confederation sends its own delegation of athletes, cavalry, artillery and infantry. The cavalry to show off the equestrian culture of Suden, the infantry to show off both marksmanship and rank firing, while the artillery arrives to practise blasting targets down range. A wide range of athletes from multiple disciplines are ready to participate in whichever sports dictated by the Commonwealth, though it is apparent many are specialized in winter sports, such as mountaineering and alpine skiing. [Player v Player interaction with Commonwealth]

 

 

The colonization of land long ignored is now underway, though it must be soundly pacified before the influx of settlers may tame the land to their likings. The Jaeger Battalion of the northern state of Arnau is called to this task, their regiments being trained to handle such unconventional terrain that the Freeholders call ‘The Bush’. Assisting in this westward push are the Regiments of Light and Regular Infantry, to both bolster presence and serve as occupational forces. The Jaegers waste no time cutting deep into the wilderness in attempts to encircle any settlements in the region and establish the boundaries of the campaign, while the line infantry follows up with the occupation. [3000 Elite Jaegers, 2000 Light Infantry, 2000 Medium Infantry sent to commence the pacification of the woodlands]

 

The Ambassador, Wilheim Marks, to the Republic of Westerveld within Andriesburg begins formal inquiries into the unveiling of a new industrial revolution, the advent of ‘locomotives’. Back home, being blindsided by such a technological invention shines the intelligence division in a poor light, but Ambassador Marks does his best nonetheless to acquire any general information regarding the new train system and its capabilities through his established connections. The Confederation would be quite pleased to have Mittelheim and Andriesburg connected by rail. Researchers back in Sudveld, the state which borders Westerveld, proceeds with the reverse-engineering of any plans sent back, to best understand the use of the trains. [Ambassador to Westerveld investigating new train and gauging potential connection of the two capitals by rail] 

 

Diplomacy comes to fruition between the Confederation and the Kawaharan Shogunate as the two nations enter a new age of goodwill formalized by the Treaty of Suden, 3250.

 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/14c3iWguisDfBpXOlIvwignYp-0QBZThJZylB4fL5MJ8/edit?usp=sharing

 

Saving 1,750v

[Krefarus 65]

AGE OF RUIN

“Westerveld builds the iron road…”

Summer, 3250 After the Departure

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzNN1Pl_JlA

 

The days pass, one week turns to the next, and the months go by in their steady, constant march. The last of the flowers blossom, and soon no impatient buds can be seen on the branches of the trees. Spring came, and now it has departed, as Summer once again begins anew…

 

Jozsef von Einzner, master of Kempennen, does not sit idle in his newly won peace. The Potentate, known fondly to his men as the “Marshal Forwards”, knows well the internecine reality of his country and does not intend to fall prey to the ambitions of Kempennen’s less than loyal Governors-General. As Spring flows into Summer, it becomes well known that, not only is Einzner maintaining his Corps, he is raising a new reserve cavalry corps, to be commanded by his brother-in-law, the infamous Marshal Ranulf Foehrkolb.

 

A particularly daring expedition of the Church ventures into Klandestan, where the small force seeks to steal an artifact supposedly in the possession of the Grand Sorcerer. The group is never seen again.

 

Westerveld attracts enormous crowds of labourers, all of them eager for work, as the iron road is slowly, mile by mile, laid across the endless plains. Behind the ever advancing work camp, a portable town of brothels, saloons and casinos rolls, a sinful enterprise that has been nicknamed “Hell on Wheels”.

 

Yashida Bakufu

 

Yashida’s bold and very plain statement does not go unnoticed by the Jizuru Clan. Soon after the Yashida army begins its exercises, so too does the Jizuru army. During a routine scouting mission cavalry from the two armies mistakenly stumble into one another and briefly exchange gunfire and sabre before the Yashida are thrown back. Mere hours after the event, the Jizuru publicly stated that the Yashida were the primary perpetrators and initiated the skirmish. There is little evidence to corroborate claims for either side.

Westerveld agrees to a non-aggression pact between the two powers.

Konigreich Munzenberg

 

The kingdom’s troops scramble to their positions, digging in and posting up where ordered. The spring months are quiet..

The Kingdom of Arktis, surrounded by larger and potentially hostile powers on all sides, extends an offer of alliance and potentially royal marriage to Munzenberg. These are trying times afterall, and two like-minded powers should stand together.

Konigreich Zunderland

 

Zunderland’s troops find the western most region (E1) to be sparsely populated. The Kingdom easily asserts its claim over the region, driving off the handful of squalid settlers and accursed who do choose to resist. The southern area (E5) proves to be more troublesome, and the Kingdom’s meager scouting party is driven back across the bridge by a large band of organized tribesmen.

 

Sugondasigrad

 

The Tsar’s horsemen ride east across the sparsely populated grasslands. They encounter a number of small fledgeling settlements, most of which outright surrender or are willingly absorbed. By spring’s end, the plains are largely pacified and in the process of being settled.

 

Further east, scouts report that Westerveld patrols and outriders keep a keen eye on the Tsar’s activity in his newly claimed territories.

 

The engineers begin work on their own locomotive, but have yet to make any significant progress. 

 

The Kawahara Shogunate

 

The First Expeditionary Corp finds success, securing and pacifying the more northern areas of the planned expansion by late spring. In the south, the Second Expeditionary Corp soon realizes it is stretched beyond its limit. The local inhabitants, tribal accursed who are widely known as Scarci, fearlessly and viciously resist the attempted settling. They exist in both large numbers, and are well organized, but reports from the men have led the staff to believe that they “are not all there.” Many of the men report they behave more like animals than men.

The Felsen Reich 

Unexpected seismic activity results in what many could only speculate to be the total extinction of the Felsen people. Perhaps several pockets remain buried and isolated? No one knows, even less care...
 

The Commonwealth

 

Westerveld jealously guards their engine’s workings, rejecting the offer.

Envoys from the far off Concordat, always eager to establish another foothold in the region, accept the invitation and arrive in New Prospect in early summer, eager to discuss whatever it is the commonwealth may have in store.

The Church also accepts this offer. Within weeks of the invitation, a boatful of holy clerics and priests, dressed in their heavy robes of lead arrive on the Commonwealth’s shores. While construction begins, they take to the streets and begin preaching the good word to the masses about the many tenets of the faith. Their ideas are not foreign to the people of the Commonwealth, or the Broken Coast as whole, and it doesn't take long for a strong following to rapidly begin to spring up wherever their hallowed feet trod..

While the Commonwealth attracts several independent scientists and engineers, there are few nations of note who send anything of even meager value to the very blatant attempt at espionage - the whole affair is even a little embarrassing for the country as a whole! The sports contests draw more attention, and competitors flock to New Prospect from far and wide to participate. (-1 Prestige)
 

There are few refugees from Kempennen, but no one of note.

 

The Kingdom of Procteland

 

Any resistance to the Iron Legion’s thrust into the east (F23) is quickly stamped out beneath a tidal wave of iron boots over the course of the spring months. While all is quiet on the home front, intelligence units note an increase in patrols from both Pith and Kempennen.

Westmark Republik

 

The Sultanate accepts the Republik’s offer. An ambassador arrives by early summer.

Treaties are signed.

 

Eidgenossenschaft Middenland

 

Army high command receives an urgent scouting report from the border! (Discord)

The military strikes hard and fast into the lawless "Bush." The land here is wild, and teaming with outlaws and Ruiners, neither of which are too keen on being absorbed by the state to their east. By the end of spring, perhaps a 1/3 of the woodland has been "occupied" but it is clear that retaining a presence in the area will begin to grow costly.

Mujahideen

The brave soldiers of the Mujahideen mount an expedition north (E5 & E6) in order to spread the One True God’s (Allah) light. These brave fighters experience unusually high levels of resistance in both of these provinces, and only manage to dislodge the local inhabitants from the more mountainous areas by the end of spring.

Vyacheslav Confederacy

 

The confederacy’s expansion south is unimpeded, and they swiftly begin to fortify their new holdings.

Edited September 1, 2021 by Krefarus

[Z3r05t4r 854]

Königreich Zunderland

 

 

"Die Mission Steiners ist nicht erfolgt."

 

Robert Elsteeden furrowed his brows as he read the reports from his commanders. Whilst the West was of little concern, with the scouting party even going so far as to driving out the unwashed inhabitants of the region, the South concerned him. He could not afford a horde of savages at the borders of Zunderland, much less so them having the possibility to cross the ancient bridge to raid the peaceful and rich lands the Königreich had in the area. "Offense is the best defense." he mused to the men who have joined him at the map table. "Mobilize a few batallions. Let us have a try at rooting out the problem, before it becomes one." - "But the Princess-Regent..?" - "She will listen." Robert shut down any concerns of his officers before they could develop further. "Dismissed."

 

Mere days after, one of the few ready batallions of the nation march on out, headed East from the capital, then South to cross the Nokibur river arm. Uncivilized or not, they would not oppose the firepower Zunderland could field. And it might just be good practice.

 

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Actions:

 

Westufer, the newly claimed territory is being flooded by Zundrian settlers. Under guidance of the Princess-Regent's administration, a new town begins construction in the location. (-2,500 C, -1 M)

 

Every province receives a gunsmith and factories. (-12,000 C, -6 M)

 

Despite the General's words, Earthworks are to be erected in Ost Zundland (E4), near the grand ancient crossing. (-2 M, -1,500 C)

 

New Zundrian Standards are being produced in the many foundries of the realm, to supplement the current artillery force. (-9,000 C, -8 AP, -4 S for 10 (5x2) Zundrian Standards)

 

To bolster the armed forces, another 3,000 men are pressed into service in the regular infantry. (-3,000 C, -6 AP, -6 S)

 

Heading from Westufer (E1) south, another extensive scouting party is to evaluate the area there. Simultaneously, a similarly sized force is to scale the mountains to the West, see what they can gather on the regions beyond the rocks. (Sending a detachment of 1,000 Skirmishers and 2,000 Light Infantry to the region C1 and A1 each.)

 

Under General Elsteeden, Zunderland sends a detachment of 5,000 Regular Infantry, 2,000 Light Infantry, 10 Medium Rifled Cannons, 500 Dragoons, 1,000 Light Cavalry to the region where they encountered tribal warriors that prevented any further investigation of the area. If they oppose, they shall feel steel and powder. (E5)

 

The remainder is saved in the Royal Treasury. (-6,000 C)

 

 

[Zanderaw 161]

Soglasigrad

 

 

The sun is warm, and the plains empty. A feeling of optimism sweeps the nation as it spreads its wings. In Soglasigrad, the Tsar's brother makes an example of several adherents of the heretic church, exiling them from the city to the jeers of many loyal adherents to the true tsarist church. They never make it beyond the outskirts though, for after one of them loudly calls the sovereign a stunted monster, an angry mob of ex-soldiers rips them to shreds.

 

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Discretionary Spending:

 

4 Coal and 1 Gunpowder are sold to Westmark for 4,000 Gold.

 

The 2 M in storage and 5500 gold are used to construct a foundry on the Kirovsk side of Soglasigrad.

 

Actions:

 

Summer! The mud seeps into the plains, and a steady stream of settlers make their way to new land grants, authorized by the tsar’s brother himself. The cavalry continues its campaign, and rides north to see to it that this colonization is peaceful, and that the villages there accept the protection of Soglasigrad without trouble. (Pacifying D5)

 

Research

Work continues on copying the iron road of Westerveld. It is disgraceful that the eastern haters and losers should have such technology while Alexei II does not.

[seannie 6851]

 

Eidgenossenschaft Middenland

Confederation of the Three Middle States

 

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The war on the Vistula comes to an end as quickly as it started. Though it wasn’t particularly brutal, the Confederation noticeably appears to have come out on top in the exchange of engagements, having reduced large sections of the enemy city to rubble, while also seizing parts of Republik’s territory. The loss of what was once an amiable trading partner is felt solemnly, but again, the Republik has shown its true nature, a nation that shoots its allies first without question.

 

With the east secured, the army resumes its focus westward.

 

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The Mittellandisch Ironclad, CRS Veld, sinking the two Westmarkian Frigates upon the Vistula.

 

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ACTIONS

Vozin(s): 15,000v

 

The armistice between the Confederation and Republik is officially signed and put into effect, with the two nations now entering a state of ceasefire until the more formal treaties are sorted. In line with the requests of the Republik to ensure peace, the Confederation has begun withdrawing from its occupied territories, now re-establishing a defensive line along the Vistula River - though with significantly less troops than it was prior in the month. In the twin-capitals, a gathering of politicians has occurred on the ancient bridge, with pavilions propped up awaiting the arrival of the delegation from Westmark. [Reforming defensive lines against the Republik and peace treaty]

 

With the border skirmishes now concluded, several auditing reports flood Central Command, highlighting the faults and flaws of the Army - from its readiness response, to fighting abilities. Chief among these concerns are the Confederation’s inability to maintain a protracted war. Marshal Sigfrid Hozen, the commander largely responsible for having maintained the Confederation’s integrity during the war, while striking blows at the Republic, informs the executive branch, the Council of State, that the nation must continue its expansion westward in the acquisition of resources.

 

Ever the popular man, Marshal Hozen’s colonization plans are resumed, but this time with tenacity and furiosity never seen in the year prior. The Confederation has no need of the native populations in the ‘Badlands’, as the woods are filled with all kinds of degenerates and brigands unfit for service - their settlements to be uprooted and razed, and its populations pushed towards the Freehold. Whereas Marshal Hozen burned the land on his retreat eastward, he instead resumes the scorched earth campaign in this methodical advance westward, keeping his forces in line with allied logistics and seeking to acquire total control of the province within the year. A riled up army coming fresh off the skirmishes upon the Vistula River is fully unleashed upon the inhabitants of the ‘Bush’. [Resuming Colonization of adjacent western province]

 

To never once again suffer these extreme bouts of miscommunications, the Confederation issues forth a new diplomatic plan - the establishment of full-time embassies in other nations. Rather than depending on messengers to issue orders, ambassadors will take charge of their nation’s interest in foreign countries. First of these embassies slated to be opened is within the Kawaharan Shogunate, with the plans for such sent back along with Envoy Botan. [Establishing embassies in foreign countries]

 

The age of industry demands increased production, especially in the face of war. This time, however, the industry is focused in the south along the Westerveld border, away from the hotspots to the north. [2 Factories, 4,000v, 2M | 1 Powder Mill, 3,000v, 2M | 6,000v, 3M total]

 

Though it has closed its borders to Westerveld as a result of the war, researchers still proceed with uncovering the mechanics of the locomotives, depending for now on skilled observers who witnessed its unveiling. The concept of a railway adjacent to the ancient highway that runs through most of the country is becoming increasingly enticing as the government begins allotting further budget grants to its development. [Researching locomotives and railways]

 

A trade deal is struck with the Kawahara Shogunate, which sees the exchange of 6 materials for the individual price of 750vozins. 

 

Stockpiled, 4,500v