Cracker

Ya blew it

Soren begins to weep openly out of fright. His wailing would be peppered with commands to search the houses to find out who was responsibility for such an atrocity.

The effeminate and metrosexual Soren, fifthborn son to the Duke Olivier Xetas, emits a nasally screech as he commands his bodyguard to begin searching the houses for peasants hiding from their rightful tax.

The Metropolitan grumbles over the summons.

I'm in!

Mod Post New Orleans Confederation Boats - After months of toil, Orlean Engineers manage to create three heavy transport ships. Each able to hold an upwards of 100+ peoples, they easily navigate through the Gulf of Mexico, though transport beyond Florida is a considerable risk. Scouting and Colonization - No scouts return from the three northwestern tiles explored. Altogether, seventy-five forward units have been declared missing. Either a fearsome force had their way with them, or they were lured away. Either way, the Orleanian command grows concerned over this missing force. - On the northeastern most point, the Orleanians encounter a small town of Dalleston. The local Dalleston militia and the scouts have poor relations, and the Dallestonians have no interest in cooperating with the Orleanians. Their welcome is cold and distant. - South of Dalleston is a great scrapyard. While loaded with abandoned cars, steel, rubble, and various trinkets, it is guarded by a considerable raider force. Scouts estimate between 1,000-2,000 warriors altogether, and manage to escape any raider patrols. The scouts hear whispers that the leader of the scrapyard garrison is ambitious and disgruntled under raider leadership. - South of the scrapyard is a hostile vault where the raiders seem to originate. These raiders seem to have inhibited the vault and utilize some of its pre-war gear. Some leaders are equipped with explosives found in the vaults such as flamers. The scouts aren't able to get an accurate read on the numbers, though they can say that that there are just as many, if not more, in the vault as the scrapyard. - The scouts south of the vault find a small tribe of Creole pagans. They plead and beg to the Orlean scouts for help against the raiders, and pledge support if they promise to rid the raider blight. - South of the Creole pagan tribe, the scouts report a smoldering waste; the two tiles south of the tribe are all highly irradiated. 100 scouts report back as sick with radiation poisoning. - The southern most tile explored reveals a crash-landed vertibird. It has the seal of the Enclave, and two dead Enclave corpses are found in the plane. They wear Enclave gear, however, it is not fitted for any of the scouts to utilize. Their weapons can be recovered though, two plasma rifles, along with the vertibird, which seems to suffer minor damages despite the crash. New World Wanderers Bone Rush Mutants - Bonerush scouting The Bonerush mutants scouts encounter a chain of hostile settlements as they wander the Oregon waste. All have banded together in hopes of ending what they deem a super mutant threat. In total, three great towns and smaller villages yield together an army of 10,000 militia and soldiers, in hopes of ending the Mutant menace. South of the towns, however, is a tribe of humans who beg for the gift of FEV. They are in awe of the strength of mutants, and in religious fervor, seek to be 'blessed' by its aura. They number at roughly 750, though the scouts are dubious of their intent, given that they are so close to the anti-mutant coalition. Between the towns and tribe is a small waste, filled with little more than abandoned shops and ghost towns. - Bonerush defenses The Mutants defenses are bolstered by their makeshift wall. However, the many unintelligent mutants ill-design the wall, leaving various points of security breaches and flaws. While it is sturdy against gunfire and assault, a keen tactician could easily abuse its weak points to cause havoc. Knik Cossacks New Alaska Will get rest later!

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http://wiki.lordofthecraft.net/Orcish+History I compiled a list of Rexs and their history from that period, hope it can be useful for you.

Mod Post Nightcast New Vegas OAKLAND RAIDERS

OOC: After discussing on Skype, New Vegas' starting military power would be as follows. 3,500 Mk 1. Securitrons 6,500 tribals and retainers to Mr. House, ill-disciplined and akin to raiders and thugs in combat.

There's a glitch which comes up sometimes when you try to edit your own posts on the forums. It bars you from doing such and generally is a nuisance. Hope it can be fixed soon as it makes all forms of forum RP tedious.

SMITHSONIA On March 15th, 2120, Michael Huss was sworn Consul of the Smithsonian Republic. A war-hero and mastermind general of the Paramus Wars, Consul Huss won over sixty percent of the constituency; only the legendary founder of the Smithsonian Republic, Bryan Mosquera, could claim such support from his countrymen. Consul Huss lorded over one of America's last bastions of civilization, the purple and white a standard that inspired pride across the Hudson river. Blue and red made together betwixt the rising eagle formed the Smithsonian standard, a banner which flew over a population of just under a million peoples. From Dorsia to Princeton, Smithsonia was defined by its large swarths of farming communities, its industrial heartlands in the north, and the jewel of the east, the Long Isle of Smithsonia and her capital, Smithtown. Guarded by sea, the urban epicenter of the fledgling nation thrived with commerce in life amidst the apocalypse Lights hummed in the city streets and its Capitol building forged of the rubble of the Smithtown mall was the Republic's cradle. Consul Huss longed over a primitive map of the Northeast. At once, he recognized critical nodes of expansion; reclaiming all of Connecticut and the Great Lanta was Smithsonia's due. A legion of ten-thousand regulars were sent north of New Hope to colonize the Connecticut frontier, establishing a border against the Bostonians. Huss soon after penned word to the Governor of Ghoul York, the rancid Dean Dibley, to raise its army of another ten-thousand Ghouls, many militia, to civilize the Lantian wastes of Jersey. A hell-march north and south would give the Smithsonian fighting forces the experience they would need for greater campaigns. Whilst some members of the Liberty Party protested the rash military actions, their voice was dulled in the Senate in lieu of nationalist spirit Smithsonia had prospered as of late, and its urban holdings swelled with men eager to settle the frontiers. As part of the Consul's military agenda, he also pushed through legislation to begin funding, research, and organization of an energy weapons division of the Republic's standing army. Whilst the army corps were some of the most disciplined in the wasteland, if their technology stagnated they would be no match for future rivals. ________________ OOC: Smithsonia expands in the following directions, utilizing two armies of 10,000 each to settle them. Its northern army consists of entirely human regulars, whilst the other consists of 5000 trained ghoul regulars and 5000 ghoul milita Smithsonia begins collectivizing its pool of energy weapons in an attempt to conscript, arm, and train five-thousand male citizens into an energy weapons regiment. Smithsonia's current military forces are as follows; 30,000 trained regulars, 5,000 being ghouls. Regulars are equipped with; Semi-automatic service rifles 9mm pistols Frag grenades Reinforced leather breastplate atop standard issue combat armor Military-grade stimpacks

Forum Name: Cracker Have I read the rules?: Yes Faction: The Smithsonian Republic Lands: The yellow represents the major cities of the Republic. The red dot represents the Republic's capital, Smithtown. The grey represents Ghoul's York, a ghoul client-state sworn to the Republic as a province. Race: The Republic's bourgeoise consists of patrician families who descended from Vault-dwellers. However, ghouls make up a tenth of the Republic, and a third of the island of Smithsonia. Description: One of the more successful civilizations born in the aftermath of the Great War, the Smithsonian Republic is a model for civil governance. The Republic can attribute its relatively fair quality of living due to pre-war efforts; many prominent New York elite managed to divert many nukes away from the suburbs around the tristate area. Holding a dominion across the tri-state area, the Republic's great towns are Garfield, Princeton, New Hope, Dorsia, and its capital, Smithtown. In order to qualify as a citizen in the Republic, one most pass the SCT, the Smithsonian Citizen Test, and be a land-holder in the Republic's territory, fostering an intellectual and economic elite which commands and ministers the country in its Senate. The Republic is one of the oldest post-war civilizations, emerging under a decade after the Great War in the year 2085. Characterized by intense struggle, the Republic was founded as the local leaders of Garfield, New Hope, and Vault 151 came together and established a federation against Super Mutants and raiders. A capital west of Vault 151 was created in the ruins of Smithtown. With time, a republic akin to the early American one was forged as centralization in Smithtown led the confederation to become one state. The Republic is noted for its high ghoul population; given the tristate area's staggering population of 100 million pre-war, naturally much of that urban population was turned to ghouls. The Republic's early struggles were characterized by feral ghoul onslaughts and raiders, and for a time, it held a goal of reconquering Manhattan from raider gangs as a proper capital. However, such efforts failed as Republic militias were unable to occupy New York City due to the raiders' ability to conduct in guerrilla warfare and the high radiation in the City. It was the ingenuity of the Republic's sixth President, President John Scher, that enabled the subjugation of NYC under Smithsonian banners. Promising the countless ghouls of the region an autonomous city-state, the Republic cobbled together an army capable of occupying and civilizing the concrete jungle. Now the Republic stands strong with its 10th President, Michael Huss of the Yorkist Party, elected to lead his countrymen. The Smithsonian Republic eschews the bureaucracy and follies that lead to the death of the old world, seeking to emulate elements of the Jeffersonian republic and old Rome. One of the Republican's great strengths is its industrial and economic output. While its armies are no slouch, the Republic's access to the Albany Power Plant and Factory along with the various economic utilities of the region enable it to prosper and fund its campaigns, an industrial might in the wasteland. Skype Chat: I'm in it. Password: Andrewtech Almighty!

Update; factions and nations can start with between 20-40 counties. The OP will be edited accordingly along with a bump in exploration rates.

It had been the mercenary captain's finest moment. A minor sellsword who lorded over a band of twelve, Milos Gradic was a tracker of little renown in his homeland of Feingard. Cruel, spineless, and grossly overweight, Gradic's contracts consisted of ill-more than escorting Banardian trade caravans to and fro. He could claim no glory, no honors, but only a routine and middling sum at the end of his trite missions. Yet all mercenaries have their gilded contract, their opportunity for success, and for the swarthy Gradic, his was in the hands of John Horen. His duties were simple; perform reconnaissance in the North and learn it by heart. If the young Dragon were to be forced to invade, knowledge of the barren tundra and thick forests that made up the lands of Courland and Haense would be crucial to his success. The North exhibited discontent with the Savoyard rule and would make an excellent stronghold for John's armies. Yet when Gradic was given this command, he seethed in anger, disappointed in his charge. Milos' foul temper made him a poor guest in Port Vydrik. Oft quick to anger and quicker to drink, his merry dozen would find themselves stirring trouble in the town. Three days in their stay, a milkman was slain by Gradic's own lieutenant, Anton Rezik, and on the fifth, the band grew tired of drunken brawls and longed for the company of women. Given there were no brothels in the northern capital, the men made do preying on the daughters of local paupers. Gradic himself had fancied a cobbler's sister, an unwed girl of fifteen. Lurching for her aside a band of nine, he was stopped by a youth in black. Two of Gradics men came to defend their captain's 'honor', but were subdued by the trained warrior; the other seven avowed their honor and lunged after the knight, seeking blood. Carden stood no chance. When Milos discovered who the bold knight was, he thanked the saints and embalmed his remains. A partisan prince would win him over bounty and prestige. He rode south as swift as he could, though as he neared Felsen, the fluttering of the black and purple standard gave him fright. Had they taken the city without bloodshed? No, there must've been a coup, some sort of violent affair that would warrant his killing. Yet as he presented the head to the Crown's Seneschal, he was met with disgust and disdain. Peace was made, Oren was mended, and his bounty became a crime. Milos was hanged and his band imprisoned for their ignoble treatment of the noble. It had weighed the Seneschal's heart heavy whether to deliver what was left of Carden to his kindred. Against his better judgement, he did, and by the fortnight, the bones of Carden de Bar were delivered in Peremont, sturdy and strong as the man who bore them..

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THE ABBASIDS Adorned in an immaculate white garb, Caliph Al-Mustanjid sat tall among his council. Not a season ago it had been his fortieth birthday, and whilst the weight of age burdened the Caliph, his countenance was abound with vigor. Six years of fighting and insurrection had commenced with Baghdad's independence and the shattering of the Seljuk polities. It was only three years ago when the Siege of Baghdad had ended in the Caliph's favor; a meager seven-thousand Bedouin swords against a horde of thirty-thousand Turkish screamers. Whilst outnumbered heavily, the ingenuity of the Naffatun, masters of fire, in the defense of the city was invaluable and all lauded the Caliph's choice in their deployment. But the Caliph could not relish nor lounge in his victories for he was neither a cruel nor idle man. What was known of the Caliph was of his tenacity in battle and diplomatic nature. He was arrogant and blunt, but backed his words with action; few could dispute Al-Mustanjid's ability as a skilled commander, especially after his victory over the Turks. Well-loved by the people and gifted of tongues, the Caliph had few vices of note aside from the most base, lust, a longing for many wives and slaves of all castes and creeds within his harem. The decades of war against rival Muslim polities denied the Caliph a chance to wed again after his first wife, and in his war camps, he oft forgot the call of Shaytan as he looked upon the washerwomen and camp followers. His understanding of the Quran was also noticeably lacking, for he did not enjoy the time nor peace to study it rigorously as befit a Caliph. While noble in intent and largely in virtue, the Caliph was oft bested in matters of Islamic learning and law, a fact that would infuriate his proud nature upon reminder. But among the councils, he was the Caliph and Emir of Baghdad, the wealthiest city in the Muslim world. His lands prospered under the loving cares of the Tigris and Euphrates and the recent peace had insured a prosperous state ready to expand his influence. He had summon his council at the crack of dawn and all were in attendance aside the Grand Vizier. Sitting to the Caliph's right was Amir Zahir of Al-Nadjaf, the virulent zealot whose ability in combat was bested by none among the Caliphate and renowned soldier of Islam. A native Berber, he was compelled to fight for Baghdad in defending the Sayidi Caliph after a religious epiphany and whose valor was recognized with a chief office as commander of the armies of Baghdad. Aside him, Wali Idris managed the court's finances, timorous and even effeminate in manners, but a wizard with gold and matters monetary. To the Caliph's left was the leader of the Naffatun, the ominous Ali whose dealings with the underbelly of Baghdad enabled him to provide excellent intelligence and defense of the Caliph against internal threats. And aside Ali was Imam Hafiz, a product of Baghdad's circles of learning. A master of Greek medicine and Islamic studies, he counterbalanced the Caliph's weak knowledge on matters faith and law and was regarded as the favorite among the council. And the Vizier himself, who would sit opposite to Al-Mustanjid... "Where is the Vizier?" barked Al-Mustanjid. "From what I saw last, my Caliph, he was resting amongst the gardens. I shook him awake and reminded him of our council, but he said he would come his own time." replied Ali. "Wallahi, I must speak to our prince; he does not follow the Sunnah with this idle actions." muttered Imam Hifaz. "No matter. He will hear of our plan later to restore what is our Caliphs then. The tribes of Atef have suffered of drought whilst Baghdad has been kept fertile by her mother rivers. They are weak, and the key to restoring Mecca and Medina in the hands of their rightful protectors." A silence stilled the council. The prospects of war were expected, but this soon? It was Ali who broke it with question. "A war with the Atef? Amir Zahir, we may best them in battle, but the Bedouin tribes know the desert better than us. We cannot hold to keep them our fealty, not with our current strength." "We won't. Imam Hifaz has learned where your fire-flingers have not. The tribes respect Baghdad after her defense against the Turk, and they will always respect Baghdad for his Sayiddi Caliph. If we show them strength in the field, they will bend their banners to us as their tradition. From there, we may proceed to Mecca and Med-" "Sabahul Kahiyr!" The doors of the council swung forward as the Grand Vizier, Al-Mustadi ibn Mustanjid swaggered in. Lax, lazy, quick to anger and bearing a penchant of cruelty, it was a miracle that Al-Mustadi bore any love among the denizens of Baghdad. He was the Caliph's only son, spoiled as a youth, rearing the child to be obnoxious and contemptible. Yet his confident and uncaring nature gave him an aura of confidence that made him loved among the Iraqi nobility. Al-Mustadi was quick in wit and able in matters diplomacy. His understanding of Quran was well enough to appease the religious whilst his ability as a skilled statesmen won over the less zealous. He fulfilled the duty of Vizier well, though with little respect for the office, and this had been the third time that the Vizier had arrived late to council, a first in Baghdad's history. The Caliph's eyes bulged out of his head as he could not manager to temper his wrath. "You will leave at once." "What? Where? I've just arrived?" retorted the Prince. "To Hajj. If you cannot be prompt to my council, you will be prompt to Allah's own, and mayhaps do some good for your peoples instead of lounging about all day spinning lies." spat out the Caliph. "What would have you me do?" muttered the Prince, an etch of shame awash over his face. "The Hashimids of Mecca and Medina have toiled under the Shia yolk for long. You shall go there, and tell them of the Caliphate's rise to power, and their obligations to the Sunni faith. " "I'll sweeten those words father, for you'll find few friends with that rhetoric. As you will, Subhanallah." The Caliph grunted in response before turning to his Council. "Amir, raise the armies of Baghdad to meet the Atef tribes; Idris, you will be trusted to lord over Baghdad in my departure, as Ali and Hafiz come with me to act diplomat and bodyguard. Give ledgers of our finances by nightfall, so we may plan our campaign accordingly." With that, the Caliph rose "We shan't chatter any longer, we've all our duties. Ma'a as-salaam." _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thusly, emissaries were sent from Baghdad across the Muslim world, alerting them of the vitality of the Caliphate and a religious message of the Caliph himself; that any acts of aggression by the Greeks against a Muslim state will be met with armed struggle, Jihad. Whether Turk or Bedouin, Berber or Andalusian, the ummah would defend another. The rhetoric was rife in Arabic scholarship, and any man who knew the Caliph would know that this was not by his own hand, but of the wizened Imam Hafiz. All the same, it was the Caliph's intention, and an ominous notice to the Byzantines. A personal missive is sent to the Almohads and Sultanate of Rum. To the former, it dictated a readiness to establish a navy given the Christian dominance of the Mediterranean and request for a marriage. To Rum, it forbade them from striking Byzantium, ushering them to let the Christians come first as so the Caliph had the moral authority to declare all of Islam in Rum's defense. The black banners stood tall, but not from the battlements of Baghdad, but by camps south by the land of Atef. The Caliph himself rode out, displaying his grand army to the tribes of Atef. His terms were simple; heeding the Caliphate as their suzerain lord, and abiding by its law. Aside him were the Imam Hafiz and Naffaten Ali, whilst Zahir stood aside the grand armies of Baghdad. The parley was to begin. OOC: The Abbasids send their Grand Vizier to the Sunni Hashimid Emirate to coax them to rebel from the Shia overlords after Atef is conquered, to establish a Caliphate state from Mecca to the Persian gulf. They also request a bride for either the Caliph or the prince. [MOD needed] The Abbasids raise their armies and march south in a show of force to establish the Atef as a tributary vassal. [MOD needed] The Abbasids receive a count of their finances. [MOD needed] The Abbasids send a missive to all Muslim nations that any acts of aggression by Christians will be met with a universal defense. News of this will trickle to Mediterranean Christian states. The Abbasids send a missive to the Almohads, giving them instruction of the importance of a naval presence and a marriage between the Caliph and one of the Berber Sultan's daughters. The Abbasids send a missive to Rum, forbidding them from aggression against the Byzantines.

Forum name: Cracker Skype name: thecrackerjack1234 Realm: The Abbasid Caliphate Interesting fact about your realm: Despite their long status under the yoke of the Seljuk Turks, the Abbasids retained their Mesopotamian holdings and the title of Sunni Caliph, leader of the faith. Did you read the rules: No. Dynasty: Abbasids RP: The black flag of the Abbasid banner fluttered in the winds as it stood vigil over Baghdad. No city matched the wealth nor status of the Abbasid caliphate aside from Constantinople herself, yet the state which lorded over it could not boast the same. Time had eroded the glory of the Mesopotamian state as countless forgot the glories of Harun Al-Rashid and the Abbasid rulers. The dynasty had suffered Seljuk incursion, invasion, and toil under their Turkish rule, but just as the Turks rose, they collapsed with equal haste under the strain of countless revolt and resistance. With the Seljuk Sultanate fractured into various petty Sunni polities, perhaps it was time for the forty-year old Al-Mustanjid to prove his dynasties claim; the sons of Al-'Abbas, closest to the prophet by blood aside from the Shia pretenders, and rightful leaders of the ummah.

"How could a man so large fall so hard?" inquires the coroner, Brother Leon of Amaury. His expression is one mired with sorrow. A black day for the Church.

"This Acolyte's outdone himself yet again. Mayhaps the Creator has blessed us with another Jude or Reader. We'll find out soon enough; write to him at once to ferry forth to Luciensport." Leon would command.

Brother Leon scans over the notice. While his abilities in herbalism were sufficient for the holy warriors in Dasoguz, they lacked an able surgeon to amputate wounds or treat mortal afflictions. He pens a response, in hopes that his plea would be answered.

Brother Leon, humbled by his invitation, keeps to his post in Luciensport and waits for the day of Council.

"Hugo the Headless, Franz the Faultless", Leon would ponder to himself after witnessing the carnal display in the Felsen Square.