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GRAND DUCHY OF PRAHA In the months following the establishment of the First Internationale, the very foundations of Praharavkan society had been shook. However, the good men and women of Praha had yet to turn their backs upon the state. As long as that was the case, the Army could continue their watch on the border with their minds at rest. To ensure that minimal communist agents would infiltrate the Army command structure, a new series of background checks were implemented for all enlistees. All individuals with radical party backgrounds were henceforth banned from obtaining public office and/or serving within the Praharavkan Royal Armed Forces. However, serious and directed action would be needed to placate the working class. As a matter of fact, upon a warm June morning in the Praharavkan capital of Abelsburg, hundreds of workers took to the streets in a strike, calling for better working conditions, wages, and less hours. More radical elements among them called for the overthrow of the government and its replacement with a new, communist regime. However, many of the workers did not want their name to be associated with far left radicals, and therefore, on the Grand Ducal Administration’s **** list. For centuries, the State had been regarded as a benevolent entity, truly in the best interest of the people at the heart. However, should one fall out of their good graces, there would be to be raised. Since the State claims no divine right, an idea long since discarded, it has henceforth been rather difficult to convince the public of the Grand Duke’s legitimacy and right to rule. However, the simple fact that all Praharavkan monarchists champion is that the right to rule is too great a responsibility for the people - one that will be misused, and misguided, and one in which the majority oppresses the minority. Over the past decades, Dukes of Praha have increasingly shed their autocratic power, returning many rights to the people - universally seen as enough. In the last few decades, a bicameral institution was created, allowing the various estates the representation they so deserve. Surprisingly however, most people would rather forfeit their rights to suffrage if it meant a job with the government, a secure life, and a stable country. However, with the advent of global socialism, many concerns have been brought back to the forefront of the nation’s politics. Many more radical elements question the institution and the rule of the Grand Duke. These radicals begin to sow seeds of sedition in the minds of the workers and impoverished. The Grand Duke’s Stalwarts serve as the thin line between anarchy and order. Outside the Semenov Motor Yards, several hundred auto workers took to the streets, ensuring their voice was heard. Blocking access to one of the city’s main streets, they formed a roaring mass of bodies - one which called for change and shouted various slogans and waved signs in protest. Of course, the military was mobilized to keep the peace - a battalion of infantry and a company of tanks was detached from the nearest duty station to ensure these protests did not erupt into full-fledged riots. As always, the power of the State was displayed, with the formidable T-89M tanks and riflemen cordoning the protests off from the greater city. News quickly spread up the chain of command, falling upon the ears of party leaders, military officials, and the Grand Duke himself. Today would certainly not be a one-off event. More protests would come until the inevitable grinding of the Praharavkan economic sector to a halt. Concessions would need to be made to appease the masses. By cooperating, the very foundation of the radicals’ arguments are to be shaken. Henceforth will it be proved that the monarchical institution truly acted for the people. Publically, the majority party, loyalists to the Crown, showed bipartisan cooperation with their opposition, working together to hammer out bills which favored improving the lives of the working class. Privately however, contingencies were being drafted in the event of a popular communist uprising. Praharavka will not succumb to the Red Menace. PRAHA INFO Head of State: H.M. Anatoly II Ehrenkhov, Grand Duke of Praha Population: 55,203,665 (11,000g) Trade Partners: (15,000g) 1 Metropolis Saint Abelsburg [Starting Metropolis - 10,000g] (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (6 Civilian Industry - 6,000g) (2 Steel Mills - 6 Steel) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (1 Vitramite Refinery) (1 Airship Yard - 1 ASP) 5 Cities Rovna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot -7,000g) (4 Airship Yard - 4 ASP) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) Volna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) (1 Steel Mill - 3 Steel) (1 Vitramite Refinery - 1 Vitramite) Setlava [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (2 Steel Mill - 6 Steel) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) (1 Vitramite Refinery - 1 Vitramite) (1 Airship Yard - 1 ASP) Berzina [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (2 Steel Mill - 6 Steel) (2 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (3 Civilian Industry - 3,000g) Tisova [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (1 Steel Mill - 3 Steel) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) Vitraium 3 Vitraium Mines National Idea - PRAC Logistics: Airship upkeep thresholds at 15 freighters, 15 corvettes, 5 DD-HC, and 3 B-CV. POIs: Northern Railroad Junction: +5000g per turn RESEARCH (8 EDUCATION) Research 1: Radio Communication (Complete in ‘88) Research 2: Mechanized Infantry (Complete in ‘88) Research 3: Aircraft Carriers (Complete in ‘91) INCOME AND EXPENDITURE Upkeep: 3800g, 3V, 21 Steel Production/Industrial Capacity: (27 Steel, 3 Vitraium, 3 Vitramite, 6 ASP, 15 AP) Income: 127,750g (Population - 11,000), (Trade Partners - 15,000), (25% Trade Bonus - 3,750), (Metropolis - 10,000), (Commercial Districts - 24,000g), (Trade Depots - 42,000g) (Civ. Ind. - 17,000g), (Northern Railroad Depot - 5,000) -1800g, -2V from Aerial upkeep -2,000g from infantry upkeep -1,000g, -1V from tank upkeep - 3,000 from piracy [MOD] In an effort to ease Pozharin’s economic hardships, Praharavka inquires into the possibility of purchasing the Tsardom’s sole dreadnought. [MOD] To improve Praharavka’s own armored concepts, an envoy is dispatched the Corwinist government with an inquiry as to whether they will part with some advanced/reliable designs. Money, of course, may be offered. [5,500g] Founding a town upon the Northern Railroad Station. [10 AP, 18,000g] Raising 2 additional T-89M armored Brigades [4 AP, 4,000g] Motorizing 2 Brigades of Praharavkan Infantry [5 ASP, 21,000G] Constructing Dreadnought; PRN Troyekurov [1 ASP, 1,000g] Constructing Freighters [30,000g] Constructing 6 Civilian Industry in Setlava [40,000g] Constructing Airship Yards in St. Abelsburg, Rovna, Setlava, and Tisova 450 to treasury

GRAND DUCHY OF PRAHA THE WATCH ON THE SVILUGA 19 FEBRUARY 1886 1330 HOURS It was a quiet early afternoon on Praha’s eastern frontier. On Praha’s side of the River Sviluga, a force was amassed in preparation for the need of rapid action and response. The calling of the First Internationale had no doubt troubled much of the affluent members of Prahan society; from government officials to factory owners. Already had some small-scale general strikes and riots been quelled. However, it was unknown if these workers were spurred on by socialist agents or through their own volition. Nevertheless, the Administration placated the protesters with promises of suffrage, better working conditions, regulations, and wages - much to the dismay of the business owners. Whether or not the government would hold true to those promises would remain to be seen. While significant efforts had been devoted to rooting out the communists among, potential sleep cells from the Internationale, an even more substantial force was recruited to combat the communists that did not hide from plain view. Throughout the past months, the Prahan government slowly began the reconstruction of the Ground Army, following the massive disarmament at the end of the Great War. A large portion of these resources were shifted eastward, to the River Sviluga. In the past, the Sviluga had represented a border with the Pozharinite Empire. Now, it was a strategic liability. The brief conflict with the Socialists of Nikstrana and their lapdogs against the Tsardom had proven that should push come to shove, Pozharin may not survive another drawn-out conflict. At the end of the war, Pozharin was on the verge of economic collapse, no doubt sowing sentiments of Tsarist failures and reinforcing the soundness of communist ideology. Precautionary measures would need to be taken in the likely event that Pozharin succumbs to internal revolution. As such, numerous tactical assets were moved eastward toward the border. Among them were the 1st and 2nd Infantry, several regiments of field artillery, and 1st Independent Tank Battalion. Poludnitsev spat. He sat cross-legged by an open fire on a chair hauled away from the local village of Brevetz. From where he sat, over a breastwork, he could make out the River Sviluga. A low-hanging missed hung just above the water’s surface, with formations of ice ever expanding and melting away on either bank of the river. Further beyond was a stretch of largely unoccupied neutral territory, and further beyond that was the Tsardom of Pozharin. Poludnitsev had in his hand a copy of the local print, seemingly consumed in today’s headline. “Hm. Have you heard the news, boys?” he said, lowering the newspaper. “What’s that, commander?” asked Baranovich, huddled by the remnants of last night’s fire, feeding leaves and twigs into the pit piecemeal in an effort to keep the flames going. “The First Internationale.” stated Poludnitsev with airs of skepticism. “The Communist Convention?” asked Ludomir, from across Baranovich, seemingly already informed on the issue. “The Commie-con?” Bogdan perked a brow, somewhere over Poludnitsev’s shoulder - presumably at the tank. In fact, he stood atop North Wind’s engine deck, loading a new box of ammunition into the AA-machine gun mount. Poludnitsev glowered a moment, then lapsing to his normal state, “Yes, the Commie-con.” “How disillusioned those Reds are.” said Ludomir. “The Wars have taken their tolls on everybody. Many are losing faith in their current regimes.” said Bogdan, cocking the bolt of the top-mounted MG backwards. With this enthusiasm, he seemed practically ready to take the tank right into the capital of Nikstrana. “Mhm.” said Poludnitsev, flipping the page. Alexei scoffed, returning from his supply run. He cradled a pair of two logs, promptly dropping them at his feet before Baranovich. “I say the more Communists in one place the better - makes them an easier target.” “An easier target for what? We - anyone, in His Grace’s Armed Forces is well outside of striking distance. It may as well be half a world away.” Ludomir shook his head, ever the voice of reason. Alexei remarked, in a sharpening of the theoretical blade, “Mark my words, we shall be the first in Risyetz.” PRAHA INFO Head of State: H.M. Anatoly II Ehrenkhov, Grand Duke of Praha Population: 54,121,240 (10,000g) Trade Partners: (15,000g) 1 Metropolis Saint Abelsburg [Starting Metropolis - 10,000g] (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (6 Civilian Industry - 6,000g) (2 Steel Mills - 6 Steel) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (1 Vitramite Refinery) (1 Airship Yard - 1 ASP) 5 Cities Rovna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot -7,000g) (4 Airship Yard - 4 ASP) Volna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) (1 Steel Mill - 3 Steel) (1 Vitramite Refinery - 1 Vitramite) Setlava [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (1 Steel Mill - 3 Steel) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) Berzina [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (2 Steel Mill - 6 Steel) (2 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (3 Civilian Industry - 3,000g) Tisova [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (1 Steel Mill - 3 Steel) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) Vitraium 2 Vitraium Mines National Idea - PRAC Logistics: Airship upkeep thresholds at 15 freighters, 15 corvettes, 5 DD-HC, and 3 B-CV. POIs: Northern Railroad Junction: +5000g per turn RESEARCH (8 EDUCATION) Research 1: Radio Communication (Complete in ‘88) Radio Communication continues to make strides, though perhaps at a slower pace than hoped. Nonetheless, top brass looks forward to implementing the technology everywhere from the bridges of airships, to the ground-based armored vehicles, and potentially 1 set to each and every platoon. Research 2: Mechanized Infantry (Complete in ‘88) Eager research and development continues on the PMD-45.Thankfully, there have been little to minor setbacks. The vehicle is designed to be heavily modular, with potential for mounting machine guns to light cannons. Most importantly, the vehicle will be able to transport a full squad into battle. Research 3: Aircraft Carrier (1 year previously invested; 1882-1883, continued 1886-) News quickly arrives to the PRAC Admiralty that several of the Great Powers have begun acquiring and building revolutionary airship technology. To avoid falling behind in this war for aerial dominance, the Grand Ducal Administration greenlights the continuation of the Aircraft Carrier program. In particular, efforts are focused on creating large carriers with multiple runways, capable of projecting dominance over a wide scope. INCOME AND EXPENDITURE Upkeep: 1900G, 1V, 20 Steel Production/Industrial Capacity: (21 Steel, 2 Vitraium, 2 Vitramite, 5 ASP, 15 AP) Income: 122,750g (Population - 10,000), (Trade Partners - 15,000), (25% Trade Bonus - 3,750), (Metropolis - 10,000), (Commercial Districts - 24,000g), (Trade Depots - 42,000g) (Civ. Ind. - 15,000g), (Northern Railroad Depot - 5,000) +150 from treasury -900, -1V from Aerial upkeep -1,000 from infantry upkeep = 121,000 available [25,000g] Purchasing Dreadnought technology from Pozharin. [[MOD]] [3 ASP, 12,000G] Constructing Heavy Cruiser in Full Steel [2 ASP, 3000G] Constructing Destroyer [10 AP, 18,000g] Raising 2 T-89M Tank Brigades [5 AP, 35,000g] Raising 5 Infantry Brigades - Regular [5,000g] Constructing 1 Vitramite Refinery in Setlava [5,000g] Constructing 1 Vitramite Mine [2,500g] Constructing Steel Mill in Setlava [10,000g] Constructing Airship Yard in Setlava [10,000g] Constructing 2 Civilian Industry in Rovna

GRAND DUCHY OF PRAHA 1200 HOURS MAIN STREET PROMENADE, ST. ABELSBURG, PRAHARAVKA At last, the first batch of T-89Ms had rolled off the assembly lines. With the Great War having severely destroyed Prahan industry and infrastructure, such a feat may have been considered nigh impossible. Yet, the people of Praharavka were a hardy and persistent one. When they set their eyes upon a task, they would damn well see it finished - even if it would cost them their lives. 5 million lives. That’s how many lives Praharavka had lost to the Great War. Some may argue that the war was all for nothing, and Prahan blood was spilled pointlessly. However, today such negativity and nay-saying was washed away. Today, was a day to be proud of Praha’s servicemen and honor the fallen of yesterday. Indeed, to commemorate the sacrifices of the Prahan soldier’s in the Great War, the people of the Duchy were celebrating, perhaps more observing, the processions of Remembrance Day. Within the Ducal capital of St. Abelsburg, hundreds of thousands took to the streets to watch the soldiers march by, marching at attention, methodically swinging their arms at their side, with the other snapped in a salute and marching to the renowned Prahan Military Orchestra. Along the Main St. Promenade, several Prahan feats of engineering had been unveiled, parading through the streets in all their splendor - marvels of modern engineering. Among them were Praharavka’s long desired tanks, devastating weapons which had proved their worth in the Great War and today. Though Praharavka had made keen observations of armored warfare and vehicles throughout the past years, by no means were there own creations derivatives. No, the people of Praha were innovators, and took all the best elements of armored vehicles, while minimizing the negatives. The result of this process was Kostilov’s T-89M Medium Tank - designed to fulfill multiple roles on the battlefield. It was sufficiently protected, maneuverable, and lethal - all within a small tracked steel package. However, notably absent from Prahan factory’s production queues were armored transport vehicles for the infantry. What good were breakthrough tanks if they didn’t have infantry to follow up and capitalize on hole they had punched. Praharavka possessed no mechanized vehicles in its arsenal. A problem which was determined to be in need of remedy. In fact, this has become quite the topic of debate among the crew of the North Wind, the tank and personnel who had essentially pioneered the Prahan armored development program. From his balcony, upon the Ducal palace, the aging Duke Anatoly II looked on in pride as the first armored columns lumbered, no – graciously rolled across the streets in a beautiful mechanical droning. The lead vehicle was led by Poludnitsev, commander of the North Wind. Recently promoted, one might say he had been counted among the Duke’s good graces. He smiled as the procession continued. 1500 HOURS 1ST TANK BATTALION HEADQUARTERS After the parade, in the heart of 1st Tank Battalion’s headquarters, Poludnitsev popped open the commander’s hatch, immediately feeling of the embrace of the cool northern air. He welcomed it - there was almost something exhilarating about it. Everytime he left the confines of his vehicle, he knew he was just a man. Made of soft flesh, otherwise destined to die a horrific death on the frontline. But no, Poludnitsev was no infantryman; he was a tanker at heart. Perhaps this passion is what allowed him to ascend the ranks so quickly. He wrapped his arms around the perimeter of his commander’s cupola, lifting himself halfway through to get a look upon the activities of his crewmates and subordinates. Though technically their commander, and bearing the bars of a lieutenant colonel, he felt no more influential than the next man. Each man played his part and was crucial to smooth functioning of the vehicle. Alexei. Ludomir. Bogdan. They were all brothers to him. He could faintly hear their voices, before returning to his sense of normalcy, they once more became audible. “...why should I stick my neck out for them? The tank supports the infantry.” said Ludomir towards the front of vehicle, wiping away at the tank’s headlights with a small cloth. Around the corner and towards the aft from Ludomir, Bogdan, took hold of a water line, hosing down the suspension. Where he sprayed, bits of gunk and mud withered away from the wheels and tracks. He was quite thorough in this, spending some time on each wheel and tread, making sure everything got out. Though consumed in his maintenance routine, and gawking at the rear drive wheel, he called out, “Tanks pave the way forward. We can take the hits, they can’t.” Between the two was Alexei, who sat upon the front hull, leaning back upon the turret and gun mantlet, legs dangling off the side of the vehicle, flinching as stray droplets of rather high pressure water, soaked lower body. There slightly annoyed, though, seemed far too comfortable to move - even against the cold, hard steel of the North Wind. Overhearing their conversation, he interjected, “It is the infantry that holds ground and the infantry who takes it. No different from artillery, they call us in if there’s a nut too tough to crack.” Bogdan lowered his hose, “Do you know what you’re saying?” he asked, looking up towards Alexei. His steady stream of water still pounding the side of the tank. “Of course I do, we make breakthroughs.” “Yes.” he rolled his eyes, turning off the water line, and dropping the hose. “But more importantly, we capitalize on them.” he said, gently rapping his fist on the side of the vehicle. “Aye, we’re not static weapons.” chimed in Ludomir. “Indeed.” said Poludnitsev, finally taking part in the conversation. “Neither are tanks those slow, land-crawlers from the Great War. We’ve now got serious mobility and firepower at our disposal. Shock and awe.” Alexei shook his head, “Yeah? That’s how we thought the Great War would be fought? Nae. Instead, every man found themselves stuck in a ditch for years on end.” he scoffed. Alexei was not of the same mindset as him. Perhaps one day, he’ll understand. Alexei cocked his head, squinting as he took notice of a freshly green-clad kempt figure saunter towards their vehicle, still wearing his dress cap and shirt tucked beneath his belt. “Fuckin’ A. Who’re you?” he called out to the stranger. The stranger stopped mid-tracks, snapping to attention at the raggedy group of men. “Cpl. Jan Baranovich. I’ve been assigned to this vehicle AV-05 as assistant loader, sirs.” “My God.” Bogdan muttered under his breath. “New guy, eh?” Ludomir craned his neck to get a good luck at the man, if he could be called that. “You’ll fit right in. C’mere, kid. Right in time for orientation.” “Very good, sir.” said Jan, seemingly eager as he strode toward the crew. Alexei sighed, “Fuckin’ new guy.” PRAHA INFO Head of State: H.M. Anatoly II Ehrenkhov, Grand Duke of Praha Population: 53,060,040 (10,000g) Trade Partners: (15,000g) 1 Metropolis Saint Abelsburg [Starting Metropolis - 10,000g] (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (6 Civilian Industry - 6,000g) (2 Steel Mills - 6 Steel) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (1 Vitramite Refinery) (1 Airship Yard - 1 ASP) 5 Cities Rovna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot -7,000g) (1 Airship Yard - 1 ASP) Volna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (1 Heavy Industry - 1 AP) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) Setlava [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (1 Heavy Industry - 1 AP) (1 Steel Mill - 3 Steel) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) Berzina [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (1 Steel Mill - 3 Steel) (1 Heavy Industry - 1 AP) (3 Civilian Industry - 3,000g) Tisova [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (1 Steel Mill - 3 Steel) (2 Civilian Industry - 2,000g) Vitraium 1 Vitraium Mine National Idea - PRAC Logistics: Airship upkeep thresholds at 15 corvettes, 5 DD-HC, and 3 B-CV. POIs: Northern Railroad Junction: +5000g per turn RESEARCH (8 EDUCATION) Research 1: Radio Communication (Complete in ‘88) Work continues on a portable communications device, to be utilized in the military and civilians. The device will be used to transmit messages and broadcasts across a wide range of frequency allowing the quick flow of orders down the chain of command or rapid updates on the situation at the front. Research 2: [Unique Unit Change - Mechanized Guards Rifle(hopefully?)] Mechanized Infantry (Started in ‘85) With insight from Loginovsky and reports returning from observers in the Anarein Confederacy, the Grand Ducal Administration gives the nod to begin the development of Praha’s mechanized corps. A concept is devised for a speedy, lightly-armored 8x8 infantry fighting vehicle, the PMD-45. Designed to keep up with the tanks, these vehicles are designed to rapidly redeploy infantry on the battlefield. Research 3: Semi-automatic Infantry Rifle, AF-47 (Complete in ‘86) The finishing touches are put on Praharavka’s new semi-automatic infantry rifle; designed to maintain a good balance of lethality, rate of fire, precision, and mobility. INCOME AND EXPENDITURE Upkeep: 900G, 1V, 11 Steel Production/Industrial Capacity: (15 Steel, 1 Vitraium, 1 Vitramite, 2 ASP, 9 AP) Income: 122,750g (Population - 10,000), (Trade Partners - 15,000), (25% Trade Bonus - 3,750), (Metropolis - 10,000), (Commercial Districts - 24,000g), (Trade Depots - 42,000g) (Civ. Ind. - 15,000g), (Northern Railroad Depot - 5,000) +800g from treasury -900g upkeep +10,000g from war reparations =132,650g available [5 AP, 10,000g] Constructing T-89M Armored Brigade – Regular [2 AP, 8,000G] Constructing 25 Howitzers [2 AP, 14,000g] Recruiting 2 Infantry Brigades [2 ASP, 3,000] Constructing Destroyer [6,000g] Outfitting the Oskava with T3 Armor [2,500g] Constructing 1 Steel Mills in Volna [15,000g] Constructing 2 Heavy Industry in Volna [5,000g] Constructing Vitramite Refinery in Volna [5,000g] Constructing Vitraium Mine [15,000g] Constructing 2 Heavy Industry in Setlava [15,000g] Constructing 2 Heavy Industry in Berzina [2,500g] Constructing Steel Mill in Berzina [30,000g] Constructing 3 Airship Yards in Rovna 1,6150

GRAND DUCHY OF PRAHA Army officers inspect Praharavka’s new combat vehicle, the Kostilov T-89M, during its winter trial of 1884. Dmitry Poludnitsev gingerly poked his head into the commander’s cupola. A captain serving in the Land Army, today he looked more distraught than ever. From here, he had command of the tank. He had found that his deep breathing had begun to fog up the inside of the glass viewports that allowed him visibility to the outside of the tank. He drew sleeves, wiping them across the glass surface meticulously. However, his efforts had little effect, as hints of frost crept around the perimeter of the view slit. Nevertheless, he pressed his forehead closer to the cold steel and could make out what was around him to a fair degree. After performing this check, Poludnitsev retreated deeper into his tank. Inside the hull, he found himself encased in a cramped fighting compartment, in the company of three other men. His stay in the commander’s hatch would be his only respite from them. Aside from his comrades, he found himself immersed in a hot, metal box. The air was somewhat hard to breath, but they made do. Numerous instruments, gauges, switchers, levers, and wiring lined and occupied the vehicle’s interior, making maneuvering within an effort. They all stopped, looking to him. The driver turned him head from helm, the loader from his hunched position gazed upwards, and the gunner turned to the side - all starting towards Poludnitsev with anticipation. Not banging his head on anything on the way down, of course, had been a good start. “What’s the word, captain?” asked the loader, a man whose name tag simply read Bogdan. Poludnitsev took a brief look at all of his crew members, then proceed. “Well, I want to hammer home how important this day is. I’m sure you all know, but we can’t **** this up. Our trials here are under intense scrutiny by members of the civilian government - who control funding, and top brass of the Prahan Armed Forces, who long favored the Air Corps. We need to prove to them that the tank is the path forward for warfare - and that we can no longer afford to neglect our terrible small and underfunded Army.” “Right… no pressure, eh?” chuckled the gunner, a stout man named Alexei. “That wasn’t the intention, apologies.” Poludnitsev said, “That being said, we performed admirably during on-road speed test and off-road terrain handling. We achieved an admirable 32 miles per hour on the test strip. As for the off road, all that we’re concerned about is having to scrape some grime off the engine deck. We’ve proven our reliability - now to demonstrate our lethality.” Poludnitsev looked between the gunner and the loader, “I expect you to get this done. Accurately, precisely, swiftly. Got it?” “Aye, cap’n.” “Good.” he nodded, finding their enthusiasm and readiness sufficient, before turning his gaze to the far end of the vehicle where the driver sat in his cockpit, “Well done earlier Ludomir. You handled this beast, like a dream. I wasn’t violently thrashed around the commander’s hatch this time, surprisingly.” Ludomir smirked, taking the wheel once more, “Thanks sir, I try.” With that being said, Poludnitsev dipped his head, before ascending into the cupola once more. Outside, the crew could faintly hear the commotion of spectators conversing among themselves. He was determined to give them something to sing praise about. Today would be the day that Praha would be revolutionized. “Alright!” he called down, encased in a steel dome - voice echoing down into the lower recesses of the vehicle. “Gunner, load HE. Target, 12 o’ clock, front. Put a round through that bunker.” “You got it.” as the clanking of metal can be heard, and as a round was loading into the gun breach. “Loaded!” This was it he thought to himself, leaning forward as he peered through the view ports. “Fire!” As the command was given, a split-second later, a shot ripped from the tank’s barrel, soaring through the air before making near perfect impact with the bunker, at what was considered long range. However, that proved no obstacle, as the explosion engulfed and chipped at the concrete structure. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Good effect on target.” Poludnitsev proudly confirmed. Perhaps they’d get through this after all. To the sides of his tank, he could view that the various onlookers had expressed approval, and applause at the excellent marksmanship. “Let’s keep it up.” he said, returning to a relaxed state, all previous anxiety absent. The beginning of the revolution of Praharavkan Armored Doctrine was at hand. PRAHA INFO Head of State: H.M. Anatoly II Ehrenkhov, Grand Duke of Praha Population: 52,020,000 (10,000g) Trade Partners: (15,000g) 1 Metropolis Saint Abelsburg [Starting Metropolis - 10,000g] (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (6 Civilian Industry - 6,000g) (2 Steel Mills - 6 Steel) (3 Heavy Industry - 3 AP) (1 Vitramite Refinery) (1 Airship Yard - 1 ASP) 5 Cities Rovna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot -7,0000g) (1 Airship Yard - 1 ASP) Volna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) Setlava [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) Berzina [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (1 Steel Mill - 3 Steel) (1 Heavy Industry - 1 AP) Tisova [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 7,000g) (1 Heavy Industry - 1 AP) Vitraium 1 Vitraium Mine National Idea - PRAC Logistics: Airship upkeep thresholds at 15 corvettes, 5 DD-HC, and 3 B-CV. POIs: Northern Railroad Junction: +5000g per turn RESEARCH (8 EDUCATION) Research 1: Radio Communication (Started ‘84) A contract is put out by the government for the development and production of radio communication devices. Both military officials and civilian outlets look forwards to its practical application - perhaps even in the near future. Notably, they hope to incorporate the technology into their armored vehicles. Research 2: Tanks (Complete in ‘85) Kostilov Arsenal picks up the bill where other companies had left off. Their venture was to design a next generation a battle tank. Initial reports have become increasingly positive, and the unit seems to be ready for production by the turn of the year. Research 3: Semi-automatic Infantry Rifle, AF-47 (Started ‘83) The previous manufacturer’s attempt to develop a semi-auto rifle platform for Praha had failed miserably. However, another brave designer takes this daunting task, Oleg Koravec and begins drafting designs. Notably, the main requirement from top brass is a box magazine and the ability to deliver more firepower in a compact design. INCOME AND EXPENDITURE Upkeep: 900G, 1V, 7 Steel Production/Industrial Capacity: (9 Steel, 1 Vitraium, 1 Vitramite, 2 ASP, 5 AP) Income: 115,750g (Population - 10,000), (Trade Partners - 15,000), (25% Trade Bonus - 3,750), (Metropolis - 10,000), (Commercial Districts - 24,000g), (Trade Depots - 42,000g) (Civ. Ind. - 6,000g), (Northern Railroad Depot - 5,000) +3,950g from treasury -900g upkeep -3,000 bailout = 118,800g ACTIONS [MOD] In an effort to better develop their Armored Warfare doctrine, Praharavka recognizes the legitimacy of the Corvinite government, to whom they send observers to further develop the infant Praharavka Armored Warfare Doctrine. [MOD] With each passing day, the Praharavkan Army shifts its doctrine to a focus on Armored Warfare. (Unique Change?) [3 AP, 24,000g] The Grand Duchy of Praharavka finds itself at war once again after a brief stint of peace. No longer can we afford to neglect the Ground Army. Bolstering the Praharavkan Army. Raising 3 Regular T3 Infantry Brigades [2 AP, 6,000g] Raising Field Artillery Regiments. Constructing 80 Field Guns, 10 AT Guns, 10 AA Guns [2 ASP, 5,000g] A new cruiser to be commissioned, the RPAS Oskava. The honor goes to Rovna Heavy Engineering. [15,000g] Constructing 2 Heavy Industry in Tisova [2,500g] Constructing Steel Mill in Tisova [7,500g] Constructing Heavy Industry in Setlava [2,500g] Constructing Steel Mill in Setlava [7,5o00g] Constructing Heavy Industry in Volna [15,000g] Constructing 3 Civilian Industry in Berzina [10,000g] Constructing 2 Civilian Industry in Setlava [10,000g] Constructing 2 Civilian Industry in Tisova [10,000] Constructing 2 Civilian Industry in Volna

GRAND DUCHY OF PRAHA RESEARCH (8 Education) Slot 1: Telescopic Sights - The value of marksmen on the battlefield cannot be stated. Thus, Brevetz Armory has been contracted to design a sniper scope that’ll allow Praharavkan sharpshooters to take the hat off of enemy soldiers a kilometer away. Slot 2: Armored Brigades - Although initial research and development has resulted in disastrous setbacks, Praha remains optimistic that they’ll get a working prototype within the coming years. Particularly, they fit a new engine and ensure the ammo rack receives appropriate protective measures to ensure no premature detonations.. (1 year previously dedicated) Slot 3: Semi-Automatic Rifles - It’s always important to get more rounds down range - hence the mainstream incorporation of the machinegun into the modern army. However, the Praharavkan Army seeks a more portable, reliable weapons platform with an easily exchangeable box magazine. COMPLETED PROJECTS Improved Machineguns INCOME AND EXPENDITURE Upkeep: 900G, 1V, 4 Steel Production/Industrial Capacity: (6 Steel, 1 Vitraium, 1 Vitramite, 1 ASP, 3 AP) Income: 95,750g (Population - 10,000), (Metropolis - 10,000), (Commercial Districts - 24,000g), (Civ. Ind. - 0), (Northern Railroad Depot - 5,000) 600 saved 5,000 from tank R&D failures, -900 for upkeep = 86,700g [3 AP, 8,000g] Producing the first of the Li-3-series strike fighters. Regular Training. [1 ASP, 1000g] Constructing 3 Freighters [20,000g] Construction Trade Depots in Berzina and Tisova. [7,500g] Constructing Heavy Industry in Tisova [10,000g] Constructing Airship Yard in St. Abelsburg [30,000] Constructing 6 Civilian Industry in St. Abelsburg. [7,500g] Constructing Heavy Industry in Berzina [2,500g] Constructing Steel Mill in Berzina 3,950 to treasury

GRAND DUCHY OF PRAHA “There comes a time in which every man must decide…” What would otherwise be a quiet day in the Praharavkan countryside, soon was interrupted. What were once clear, blue skies, gave way, as the silhouette of a ship hole effortlessly parted through the clouds. Early morning, woken by the soft droning of the Vitraium engines, people took to the streets below and gawked wide-eyed upwards. One of the fabled airships of Praharavkan Royal Air Corps. A most unusual appearance, as the PRAC fleet vessels had served no purpose since the Great War - relegated to patrol duties far from view. Some had even begun to gather dust in port, seeing as the Royal Budget could no longer afford their maintenance. Why should they? Praha was under no threat… yet. Indeed the voyage of this vessel was far out of the ordinary. For now they neared the disputed lands between Praha, Gwangnan, and Pozharin. For what purpose? Upon the ship’s deck, a regally clad figure stood upon the foredeck. He leaned upon the rails as the ship cut through the skies. Surrounding him were several advisors and guards. He paid them no mind, relishing in the opportunity to command the skies. Such a technological feat - being able to construct craft capable of flight. Truly, human innovation and ingenuity knew no bounds. But, what came next? He wondered. What came next, of course, was the journey and mission set forth by his father, the Grand Duke. He had had his moment, stepping away from the rail and ready to receive status reports. As he did so, a lanky runner came down the bridge, practically tripping his own laces as he stumbled across the deck, short of breath. “Your Highness. We’re nearing the demilitarized zone.” “We’ve made good time then.” “Your orders, sir?” “Full steam ahead, take us through.” “Sir, what if they mistake our intentions and fire upon us?” “Have a little faith.” he told the boy, flicking his attention midships where what appeared to be a white carpet lay strapped down to the deck. To another attendant he said, “Fly the banners of truce.” And at his command, immense white tarps were unfurled and cast off the side of the hull, picked up by the wind, and trailing with Airship. PRAHA INFO Head of State: H.M. Anatoly II Ehrenkov, Grand Duke of Praha Population: 50,000,000 (10,000g) 1 Metropolis Saint Abelsburg [Starting Metropolis - 10,000g] (Trade Depot - 0g) (1 Civilian Industry - 1,000g) 5 Cities Rovna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot -0g) Volna [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 0g) Setlava [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) (Trade Depot - 0g) Berzina [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) Tisova [Starting] (1 Commercial District - 4,000g) National Idea - PRAC Logistics: Airship upkeep thresholds at 15 corvettes, 5 DD-HC, and 3 B-CV. POIs: Northern Railroad Junction: +5000g per turn RESEARCH (8 Education) Slot 1: Improved Machine Gun Reliability - Whether or not your weapon jams or overheats is a life or death scenario. Thus it is crucial that measures are taken to improve the odds that a continuous stream of suppressive fire can be laid! Slot 2: Armored Brigades - Tanks! Much of the nations of the Great War applied Armored Vehicles to great effect, smashing aside futile resistance imperviously! We must look to emulate these tactics to survive in this modern day and age. Slot 3: Dreadnoughts - The flaws and limitations of the pre-dreadnought have become more and more apparent as the years pass. Drastic measures will need to be taken to ensure the protection and mobility of these enormous, floating gun batteries. Designs are drawn up for a modernized battleship. Slot 4: Aircraft Carriers - The introduction of the aeroplane will forever change modern combat. Thus, we must be able to bring as many to bear as possible in as efficient a manner as possible. Perhaps we shall remove the top deck of a Heavy Cruiser and replace it with an airstrip? INCOME AND EXPENDITURE Income: 49,000g (Population - 10,000), (Metropolis - 10,000), (Commercial Districts - 24,000g), (Civ. Ind. - 0), (Northern Railroad Depot - 5,000) Upkeep: 1,000G, 1V Investments: (5,000g) Constructing 2 Steel Mills in St. Abelsburg (22,500) Constructing 3 Heavy Industry in St. Abelsburg (10,000g) Constructing 1 Airships Yards in Rovna (5,000g) Constructing 1 Vitraium Mine (5,000g) Constructing 1 Vitraite Refinery 500 to treasury ACTIONS [MOD/Players] Proposing Trade Agreements with the Tsardom of Pozharin, the Republic of Volta-Solvan the Free Provinces, the Commonwealth of Valdek, the Gwangnan Dominion, the Republic of Emmeria, the Grand Principality of Cumberland, Carnelian Sultanate, etc. … literally everyone thats a civilized nation/not a pirate/not a raider/not hostile. [MOD] Offering Non-aggression pact to the Tsardom of Pozharin. Additionally, requesting military advisors to train and modernize Praha’s Armed Forces. Details of the matter of course, are open for discussion. [GWANGNAN] Offering Non-aggression pact to the Gwangnan Dominion. [VALDEK] A response to the War on Piracy; While, Praha holds no love for airborne piracy, measures will first need to be taken to expand and modernize Praharavka’s Air Corps. No assets can be diverted at this time.

Discord: Tank Name: Grand Duchy of Praha Type of Country: Constitutional Monarchy History/Culture: The Grand Duchy of Praha is a rump state of the former Kingdom of [Svezia], conceived in the turmoil of Civil War across the country. The Great War had taken its toll upon the Motherland, leaving many disillusioned with the regime. Radicals and revolutionaries took arms against Federal troops, and fought viciously for every inch of soil. Neither side would be able to strike a decisive blow against their enemy, and eventually the front stabilized. After years of conflict, a ceasefire, then peace treaty was devised between the two largest factions of the Civil War. The Stalwarts, or the Steel Watch, supporters of the [Svezian] Crown now occupied the westernmost territories of the country. The King and Queen had been among the first casualties during the opening days of the Civil War. After suffering blow after blow, Crown Prince, Anatoly Ehrenkhov, Grand Duke of Praha, was the last figure left to champion the Royalist Cause. Many refugees would flee and seek safety into Royalist controlled territory, and many able-bodied men would flock to his banner. Ultimately, great stretches of territory would be reclaimed from the revolutionaries until the Stagnation. When the Armistice was signed, Anatoly was confirmed as the head of state as the Grand Duke of Praha, a title that had been only symbolic over the past three centuries. Now, it stood as a symbol of hope and prosperity. The people of the Grand Duchy of Praha take after the urban-dwellers and heartlanders of the former Kingdom of [Svezia]. They view ground-based travel as archaic transportation, and prefer aerial lift for the most mundane of journeys. An industrious folk, they had toiled greatly to make the vast land of Svezia usable, bringing life to otherwise desolate. plains and boreal forests. Only recently had they begun harvesting the fruits of their labor until it was ripped from their grasps at the hand of the self-centered and short-sighted revolutionaries. They typically possess fair skin and hair and have become well-acclimated to the Northern climates in which they inhabit. They are isolationist realm, wanting nothing to do with the outside world. The Royal Air Corps, maintains the integrity of Praharavka’s borders thoroughly. Though time will tell if they will look for greener pastures. Starting Points: 8 Education - Praharavka takes pride within their education. Home to many prestigious Engineering, Aviation, and Gunnery Academies. 10 Economy Praharavka boasts an expansive commercial industry Howevers, serious reforms will need to be enacted to prepare the country in the event of war. 6 Size - Praharavka is a vast realm with a large population. 5 Aviation - The pride of Praharavka lies within its aerial forces, otherwise known as the PRAC (Praharavkan Royal Air Corps). In Praharavka, there is no greater honor than serving as an airman. Praharavkan aerial tradition draws upon many of the lessons learned throughout the Great War. 1 Army - The modernization of the Praharavkan ground forces has been on the backburner for centuries. Unprecedented amounts of funding and research goes into expanding the Aerial Corps. Though, a small force is maintained for policing the country while the PRAC takes on the more glamorous duties. Notable Characters: His Grace, Anatoly Ehrenkov, Grand Duke of Praha Fleet Admiral Petyr Basevic National Idea: PRAC Fleetcom and Logistics - Upkeep thresholds at 15 corvettes, 5 DD-HC, and 3B-CV. Uniques: Kostilov T-89M Lisenka Li-3 Rovna Ro-90 SSCV

BUNDESREICH ABENDLAND Monarch: H.I.M. Otto IV of Veldenburg Lord Chancellor: H.E. Kurt von Koeberlin Population: 1,530,000 Humans, 50,750 Dwarves, 154,500 Halflings, 25,250 Ogres BUNDESTAG DISTRIBUTION: ✠ Imperial Conservative League (ICL) 45% [Imperial Bloc] ✠ Free Trade Party (NPP) 11% [Imperial Bloc] ✠ Abendland Unity Party (AUP) 5% [Imperial Bloc] ✠ Abendlander Labour Party (ALP) 31% ✠ Front for National Reform (FNR) 7% ✠ Stoutmans’ Prosperity Party (SPP) 1% It had been nearly a year since Otto’s appointment to the Imperial Throne. However, it was not as glamorous, nor splendid as he had thought - not that he wanted those things. No, he cared little for luxuries and superfluous display of wealth and grandeur. He still operated in the palace which he had called home for all his life, though, had been made slave to the pen. Indeed, he had spent the last few months, and a good portion of today signing off Imperial Bureaucratic appointments. Bureaucracy. A necessary evil. Otto groaned, though as old as he had become, had little patience for such mundane tasks. He did not want to be sedentary - cooped up in his own office like a caged animal. He thrust down his pen, and rose from his seat. Perhaps other matters needed to be attended to. ... Elsewhere, the Bundestag convened. Though the discourse was perhaps to no avail. Indeed, a troubling debate took hold of the Bundestag floor. The chamber was a circular amphitheater, with seats circumnavigating the length of the room around the floor and upwards. It would be an elegant chamber, were it not for the factions of old men bickering and slinging insults and snide remarks from across the hall. Two men took to the ground level. One was the Bundestag Majority Leader and Chancellor, Kurt von Koeberlin. Opposing him was Minority Leader Helmut Gnadingerr. They had been exchanging rebuttals for some time… “...Where the money has gone is our utmost concern! Now if only, my colleague here would release business transactions.” Koeberlin’s side of the room erupted with bangs of the table, and verbal approval. Meanwhile those upon the other let known their distance, shaking their heads and dismissing Koeberlin’s words. “This is no judiciary, Koeberlin. Need I remind you this a legislative body. I am entitled to my privacy.” “That you are, miste-” “Good friend, Koeberlin. If you want to talk about the disappearance of money - look no further than your rampant, wanton military expenditure!” The minority roared in unison, stamping their feet, and gesturing their reproach towards Koeberlin. Koeberlin rose a brow. Gnadingerr’s boldness increased as he took to the center of the floor, casting his gaze from end to end, “...My friends, and countrymen, Koeberlin would have us sink myriad resources into an entity which has arguably served us no purpose over the last century! When the last time the Union has known war? For generations, we have known and peace and prosperity. No thanks to the Koeberlin and his War hawks!” The upheaval was immense. Gnadingerr continued, “I say no longer. I say we put an end to his warmongering ways! For what other purpose does he seek to re-arm and conscript our youth - to die in a fruitless war abroad.” The scribes furiously scribbled down Gnadingerr’s dialogue, struggling to keep up. “I say we stop this madness before he leads Abendland to ruin!” The jeering and the shouting had grown near-deafening. Koeberlin glanced back, toward his faction, and for the first time could notice discomfort from the representatives of the Free Trade Party, and whispered among themselves. He thought they would break rank with the Bloc. Fortunately, his instinct did not hold true as they remained where they were. Though, once it inevitably subsided, Koeberlin shot back, “The only threat to the state is you, Gnadingerr.” Koeberlin snorted. “You would rather us kept vulnerable, left undefended in the face of wolves. Those eager to tear apart of sacred nation as we turn our backs to them! I don’t expect you to understand. For you have no mind for anything military - merely ascended to your position through the coin that runs through your family’s veins. And thus, I would not put it against you take advantage of your position to strengthen your own standing…” “Are you accusing me of something, Chancellor?” ... And like that, the politicking continued. Perhaps one day, some resolution would be had. ACTIONS ✠ Realizing the error of the Imperial Decree, the order for mass-produced weaponry is soon rescinded. A special contract is given to the Blacksmith’s Guild to ensure standardization of weapons and equipment, each adhering to strict specifications detailed by the Lord Commander. A slow, but necessary process begins to phase out the Army’s un-uniform equipment. ✠ Otto IV sacks the previous finance minister in favor of one of his own allies. Oskar Stegemann - a self-made military man, who could readily be relied upon. Though perhaps, not one with a keen eye for coin, Otto knows he is persistent and can be trusted. Under him, with the aid of Koeberlin, the Imperial Tax Office is reformed, to ensure money gets where it needs to. Documentation is now mandated for every business transaction and donation. ✠ Training of the Abendland’s Landwehr. Disciplining them, teaching them how to obey commands, weapons proficiency, and how to fight in formations. 5,000 are chosen to undergo special training as Imperial Foot. ✠ At the Thalburg Naval Yard, work continues on an additional Greatship. ✠ In an effort to maintain some semblance of control, the Emperor decrees the establishment of the Imperial Constabulary. He packs the vital offices with men he knows he can trust. They begin investigative and law enforcement training immediately. ✠ To prop up local-industry, several new mines are founded in the mountains. Though, they search not for iron or coal. They hack away at stone with the intent of finding rare minerals. ✠ Discreetly, envoys are sent to the western nations of Altorn, Yano’ell, Menidel, and Olstin to establish formal relations. The main goal is to arrange their defense should the war of naval dominance boil over onto their shores and vessels.

BUNDESREICH ABENDLAND Monarch: H.I.M. Otto IV of Veldenburg Lord Chancellor: H.E. Kurt von Koeberlin It was a warm, quiet morning in the City of Hochspitze. The Herzog of Veldenburg, Otto von Harlich sat slumped in his study. He was an aged man, with a crooked nose, hair whitening with creases stretched about his features. Tired he was, eyes reddened. He had been kept awake all night, and the Sun had just now cast its auspicious rays over the Elector’s Capital. He could’ve slept - but didn’t. He stood awake, running through his head multiple scenarios. Why, might you ask? Well, the results of the Imperial Election were on the verge of being revealed. The tally was accounted for, but would not be officially announced until ten at the morning of the following day. Upon the death of his father, Otto III, the Bundesreich was left without a leader. His father was a non-controversial figure, leading the Empire and safeguarding it. Yet, the status quo remained. And depending on who you asked, was a threat to the country itself. Rivalries between Lords, Guilds, and the People were rampant, with corruption, blackmailing, present at all corners, with one’s true loyalties called into question. It was a fickle thing. Perhaps one Lord Otto was not quite yet prepared to face. Nein, he was not a statesman. Rather, he had made himself known as a career soldier, and that was his crutch on the Imperial Ballot. He had to admit, he didn’t expect himself to win. But, he had to try nonetheless. With all the resources and effort spent on campaigning, it was the least he could do. The Nation deserved it. A precarious thing, it was - the Nation, if it could even be called that. The Nation - Abendland was more of a collection of semi-autonomous maritime states. Yet, it wasn’t too far-fetched that they would consolidate under political and economic alliance to safeguard their interests upon the seas. Eventually, that alliance would evolve into one of the largest unions humanity has ever known. Sovereignty is not easy to come upon, nor do those who possess it give it up so willingly. Perhaps, that was what was special about Abendland. The idea of it. The world was plagued by sharks at every turn. The only hope they had was to unite as one. The compact had become sacred over the years. None had considered breaking it. There was no secession to be had. It was not possible. Attempting to break away from the Realm would be an insult to your ancestors who had struggled much to build the Nation that their sons so haphazardly mistreat. Yet, that did not mean there was no cause to worry. If it wasn’t him, well, the Bund, would be stuck with a potentially inept leader for a long time… He sighed, and whether or not he should just sleep. He fidgeted with his service medals and medallions for comfort, which saw lavishly decorated the gold-trimmed blacksteel plate which he wore and rarely took off. In his martial capability he took solace. Perhaps there was nothing to fear after all. Just as his eyes began to close, he could hear faint commotion out his window. Beyond his keep was the Finkelplatz, the metropolitan heart of Hochspitze. It sounded like quite the amount of people were gathered. He knew this could only mean one thing. The votes had been received. “Hear ye! Hear ye! The results are in!” The town crier of Hochspitze addresses the masses. BUNDESTAG DISTRIBUTION: ✠ Imperial Conservative League (ICL) 45% [Imperial Bloc] ✠ Free Trade Party (NPP) 11% [Imperial Bloc] ✠ Abendland Unity Party (AUP) 5% [Imperial Bloc] ✠ Abendlander Labour Party (ALP) 31% ✠Front for National Reform (FNR) 7% ✠Stoutmans’ Prosperity Party (SPP) 1% COLLEGE OF ELECTORS: ✠ Elector of Veldenburg (FOR OTTO) ✠ Elector of Thalbach (FOR ADELBRAS) ✠ Elector of Pfeisenau (FOR OTTO) ✠ Elector of Kappelheim (FOR ADELBRAS) ✠ Elector of Rodenfurt (FOR ADELBRAS) ✠ Elector of Lechlebeck (FOR OTTO) ✠ Elector of Steutzburg (FOR OTTO) ✠ Elector of Vesnabrück (FOR OTTO) ✠ Elector of Howarthusen (FOR OTTO) ✠ Elector of Barowitz (FOR OTTO) ✠ Elector of Marschacht (FOR ADELBRAS) STATE OF THE REALM The Imperial Bloc holds a convincing plurality in the Bundestag. Questions have been raised as to whether or not political blocs are a threat to Abendlander ‘democracy’. Yet ultimately, executive power lies within in the hands of the Emperor, elected through an entirely separate institution: the College of Electors, who represent the Old High Nobility, and select an individual to rule from among them. Though technically not beholden to any party, lobbying efforts and the charisma of the Elector of Veldenburg, Otto IV ascended to the Imperial Throne soundly. While many of the southern provinces had placed their bid for Otto’s rival, Adelbras of Thalburg, Adelbras has taken the defeat well, and is content to allow Otto to rule over Abendland. Even going so far to step before the Bundestag and publicly declare his utmost faith in Otto’s capability. Yet, was this to save face or was the support genuine? Schürrleshafen, Capital of the Province of Thalbach With the succession secure, attention could be turned outwards on matters that had been plaguing the Realm for years. Corruption and scandal was rife. It is said that the Bundestag is merely a facade for the real politicking that occurs behind the curtains. Better yet, compounding all the problems Abendland faces on the homefront, a war for naval dominance rages just beyond the Bund’s shores, with Abendland seemingly caught in the middle. Action had to be taken swiftly to ensure the peace and stability of the region. The Emperor laid out several plans for the year, to be introduced before the Bundestag next month. Customs Act: Tariffs placed on incoming good. Staff appointed by the Emperor to inspect goods traveling the roads or the waves, namely in search of large shipments of money and to intercept shady, underhanded dealings. National Census Act: Taking account of the population, distribution, and availability of Abendland’s settlements, land, resources and people. Landwehr Reform Act: The act calls for the Provinces to maintain their own Armed Forces to maintain readiness in the face of external threat and meet a minimum of spending towards it in accordance to their prosperity. Joint exercises conducted every year. Minimum enlistment of 5 years. Submission before a centralized command structure, headed by the Emperor. Soldier of the New Model Landwehr, sporting the provincial colors of Vesnabrück Lumber and Sail Act: With the Roymar and the Shatterlands contesting the high seas for naval dominance, it is essential that the Bundesreich keeps pace with these seafaring powers. The Act calls for a modernized navy and has several keels lain, with contracts offered to many Abendic shipwrights. Tax breaks are promised to those who aid. The SKMS Brennerburg, Pride of the Abendlander Fleet With the appointment of a new Emperor, it was deemed vital to maintain an open dialogue with the neighboring powers and make clear the Bundesreich’s intentions. They had no intention for war and conflict, felt on all stratas of society. The populace was content sitting peacefully on western coast, collecting money from trade and letting the wealth flow unprohibited. War would do no one any favors. The increasingly influential Merchant’s Guild may have quite the word to say if their shipping lanes were interrupted. For now, there remained no need to upset them. MOD ACTIONS ✠ Modernization of the Landwehr. Producing Crossbows, Armor, and Weapons in mass. ✠ Fighting corruption. Customs Act to intercept shady dealing and generate revenue. A proper logistical division is created for the Army to ensure appropriate supply gets where it needs to. ✠ Laying down warship keels so that the Bundesreich may protect its interests abroad. Two fleets comprise the Abendland Navy, the Nordseeflotte and the Sudseeflotte. These two together are comprised of two Great Carracks, 10 Carracks, 30 Cogs, and 8 Galleys. ✠ A census of Abendland, detailing population, industry, resources, etc. ✠ Research into more lethal ranged weapons! ✠ Rumors of mythical creatures within the Griefswald, and larger, winged ones to the mountain-tops. Of course, this arouses the interests of knight and noble alike. Emperor Otto IV sets out with a small retinue into the wilderness some time after his coronation. They bring with them all the provisions necessary and furs to keep warm. What better way to demonstrate will then through the taming of a Gryphon? DIPLOMACY ✠ Establishing formal relations with each neighbor, proposing trade to all.

Discord: Tank Civilisation (Name): Abendland, Das Bundesreich Capital (Name): Hochspitze, Electoral Seat of Otto von Harlich Government (Empire, Republic, etc, you may go into details): The Bundesreich Abendland (otherwise known as; the Provinces, the Empire, the Bund, the Abendic League, or simply Abendland), is an organization of semi-autonomous provinces united under the Emperor. Each influential province is afforded the right to cast an electoral for a fellow elector or propose may propose themself for a bid. The current ruler of the Bundesreich is Emperor Otto IV, the third consecutive Harlicher Emperor. Whereas the College of Electors represents the Old Nobility, the Bundestag (the Parliament), represents the interests of the common man. Every citizen of Abendland municipal district may vote for a representative who best aligns with their interests for Parliament. The Bundestag is beholden to none, and is the supreme legislative body of the Bund. The current acting Archchancellor is Kurt von Koeberlin, staunch ally to Emperor Otto IV. On the local scale, all registered citizens may participate in city government, town councils, or mayoral and administrative staff. These often work in close conjunction with the established nobility. A less than optimal system, though built upon mutual respect. Where the Nobility derive their power from land and military might, the Free Cities and their administration project their influence through trade and diplomacy. Racial Distribution (Primary Race, probably minorities?): Primary Race: Humans. Abendlanders differ little from fellow man, only instead tending towards fairer shades of hair and eye color. They are strong and sturdily built, being no stranger to combat. They put trust within fellow man and operate fluidly in combat, and decent at taking orders to boot. Though however, they are freethinkers, allowing them to make quick battlefield adjustments on the fly. Secondary Race: Halflings. It is said Humans and Halflings share a common ancestor, with the divergence occurring long before recorded history. They stand roughly half the height of men, possess rather large, fur-abundant feet, and boast a ravenous appetite. A sizable enclave of halflings may be found within the Bundesreich. Tertiary Race: Ogres. Though, far and few in between, the Bundesreich is home to a very small number of Ogres. In the past, they had been employed as mercenaries. However, due to the plentiful food and opportunity, many have decided to linger a bit longer. Where they lack wit, they make up for in their height and strength. Racial traits (as needed): Innovative – It is commonly accepted that Abendlanders built their realm through determination and progress. They always look for ways to better themselves, be it physically, mentally, or technologically. They have always maintained cutting edge tools to ensure utmost efficiency in warfare or in mundane tasks such as the cultivation of crops. Short-Lived, Rapid Breeders – The Abendlanders are cursed with a fleeting life compared to their elven counterparts. Yet, this is seen as both a curse and a blessing. This forces Abendlanders to live productive, fruitful lives. Because of this, they are hardly sedentary. Disciplined – After 100s of years and countless threats, Abendland has never fallen. Each Abendlander places immense trust in their brothers and their nation. On the field of battle, this translates to fluid battle tactics, and solid, unwavering ranks of men who are ready to die so that Realm may persevere. Acranophobes – Abendlanders have a severe aversion towards the Arcane. The practice of magic is heavily repressed. Anyone who is suspect of conspiring with the occult may find themselves privy to witch hunt and ostracization from society, if not, death. Religion (Whatever you prefer, you may be creative): An Imperial Inquisitor, tasked with rooting out heretics and witches. The High Church. Monotheistic Deism, in which reason and logic is held paramount and God is beholden too. The Abendlander understanding of ‘God’ as a concept relies upon the belief that He does not intervene in the affairs of his followers. Everything is how it is and nothing shall change it, forged by a higher being, though left to its devices. The Church holds that there be natural balance. Those who would seek to neglect this order by engaging in magic and the arcane are persecuted. A sect of the Church relentlessly routes out heresy and witches to their source. However, at its core, the Church is a defensive dogma, in which the Abendlander way of life must be preserved, and that the best form of prayer is to do good by others. Technology & Arcana (that is notable; have you pursued magic? Be fair and remember to do tradeoffs): An industrialized society. The Reich has made strides in exploring gunpowder weaponry. They do not dabble in magic, for it is viewed as unnatural and a force of evil, but rather have a comprehensive understanding of alchemy, which has been refined over decades. They strive to understand and document the natural order and ostensibly refute magic and the occult. Description (Culture, history, politics etc): Abendland straddles the eastern coast of the known world, occupying a large amount of territory upon the Great Ocean. Where once stood several feudal territories and kingdoms, now is a united realm banded together for the purpose of mutual defense. Each territory differs greatly from their neighbors, divided along economic, martial, social, or cultural lines. These territories, or provinces, possess a great deal of autonomy, with the only conditions being that they pay tax to the Central Government, and they raise troops in times of War. The rulers of each prominent territory are also afforded the right to cast a vote as to who will govern the realm; the Emperor. The other prominent governing and legislative body is the Parliament, in which the common man has representation. Geography & location (As detailed as you wish, with a note on the map below as to where your realm would be in existence): The Free Imperial City of Arngau A large temperate realm situated upon the coast. Many of the settlements great cities lay upon the western shores. To the east, the land is scattered with dense forest and mountains in which a logging and mining industry quickly ensure the exploitation of the land. To ensure easy access to all parts of the Realm, many resources have been expended to ensure the smooth flow of good and travels along paved roads. With this focus, bandits are kept at bay, as the roads are frequently patrolled by agents of the Crown. In addition to roads, travel by sea is also commonplace, with the western coast of Abendland home to several inlets, estuaries, and natural harbors. Fauna: The Western Forest Wyvern [Untamable] A hyper lethal, apex predator. Wyverns in the Bundesreich have been known to attack livestock and man alike indiscriminately. Fast, agile, and exceedingly aggressive. Further evidence points to them killing for sport rather than necessity. Upon a wyvern sighting, the local lords are immediately contacted, who would then muster the entirety of a municipality’s to track down and slay the beast. Griffons [Tamable?] A flying beast, appearing to be a fusion of elements of eagle and lion. Although far less belligerent than wyverns, Gryphons are just as lethal and to a degree, semi-intelligent. They are considered to be opportunistic hunters, feeding only when they need and upon weak prey if possible. There have been a small handful of documented cases in which these noble beasts were tamed, acting as war mounts for the upper echelons of the nobility. Some of the known Griffon species include: Imperial Griffon [Pantheraplumae Palatinus] Royal Griffon [Pantheraplumae Immodicus] Redback Griffon [Pantheraplumae Rubindicus] Northern Forest Griffon [Pantheraplumae Boreales] Great Boar [Untamable] The Abendian Great Boar is no mere pig. Aggressive and territorial, these creatures have no issue with charging down the unwary traveler who has strayed too far into the wood. Often too with no indication. Reports flood in frequently of boar attacks and mortal wounds as of result. Land Griffon (Demigryph) [Tamable] For reasons unknown, the Order of Pantheraplumae took a subtle turn. Perhaps considered an evolutional regression, the Land Griffon is completely lacking in the pair of wings featured in their close, airborne cousins. They are smaller, though just as intelligent and fierce. Though more abundant than Flying Griffons, they are still a rare sight to behold, with only the most accomplished, career knights possessing the will and strength to bend these creatures to their will. Size (Tying in with racial distribution, as well as geographic location. Be just, the map is only that big): Somewhere around here.

ROCK ISLAND ARSENAL Pew pew Stockpile: (0C, 1L, 18S, 0M, 6F, 5E, 3AE) Production/Income (21,025C (19,000 Base, 1,500 Trade Shops, 525 from trade with Caravan), 8L, 5M, 2F, 8S, 5E, 3AE, 5R) Upkeep: -4S, 7L, 1F, -4,500C (Scrapyards), -2,000 (Fortifications), -2,000 (Research Lab), -3,000 (Agriculture Houses) [9,500G] Training 38 men to Regular [2M] Procuring 40 sets of T2 Body Armor [3M 1E] More T3 Rifles Research fronted by Charles E. Bush (INT 4, LUC 1) [1+2R] Additional research and development into T2 Grenades. [1R] Beginning research into T4 Firearms [4+4R] Additional research into Bikes with sidecars.

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ROCK ISLAND ARSENAL The General briefs the men of the Rock, prior to their deployment. Arrayed on the tarmac, was the pride of the Rock Island Arsenal. 1st Infantry Battalion Combat Team. Numbering slightly over 200 men, they were a shadow of pre-War army formations. Nevertheless, they stood at attention, dignified, in their Olive Green BDU’s. There was an immense disparity in the equipment wielded by infantry. Some men had been afforded rudimentary plate armor and decently passable rifles. While the new draftees had only been handed pipe rifles - liable to frequent malfunction and jamming and slacks. For now, it’ll have to make do, the General always assured himself. Things will surely get better. … But in order for things to get better, the Rock would need resources… manpower… perhaps at the cost of other Wastelanders. General MacArthur strided the line of soldiers during his inspection - each motionless, eyes front and chin slightly raised. He’d enforced a strict grooming standard. The men were all clean shaven, with their uniforms washed. While they served within his ‘Army’, they were expected to maintain a professional decorum. … Implying they had a life outside the Army. The term of enlistment was some 10 or 15 years, depending on whether or not they had received a commission. The Army was the only life many of these men had known. In the scheme of things, it wasn’t too bad. Frequently, men would be rotated out from frontline service to return to Midway on leave. Given the small nature of their theater of operations - within the ruins of Chicago, they were able to have a wife and kids, whom they could visit frequently, while serving the Rock. The tips of their rifles bristled in the cool morning air. With the miniscule nature of their outfit and having all emerged from the Vault, the General knew many if not most, of these men personally. Thus, he was not keen on sending them headfirst into a suicide mission. They were like sons to him - to whom he was directly responsible. And like the loving father to which they would look up to, he set the golden standard. Yet, he would not allow his emotions to prevent him from securing the Rock’s position in Chicago. Indeed, they were not standing on the tarmac for no reason today. They would perhaps get to see their real first taste of combat for the first time. “Men, today we embark upon a perilous journey. We know not what lay beyond the boundaries of our perimeter fence. But know that the Wastelander may appear similar to you - though trust no scoundrel on these streets.. They be ruthless, cutthroat, willing to go to extreme and brutal lengths to get their way. Show them no remorse, and pay back every loss tenfold. Let us secure our destiny in the Mud City and let God judge it righteous.” [5,000g] Constructing Trade Shop in Chicago Lawn [3,500g] Training 14 men to Regulars. [500g] Additional fortification to Chicago Midway International Airport -> T4 Fortification. [1+1R] Additional research into T1 Grenades [1+6R] Additional Jet Engine Research. Preliminary designs are drawn up by Charles E. Bush (INT 4, LUC 1) for an air vehicle. [4R] Beginning research into T2 Cars. Bikes are planned to have sidecars, capable of mounting a machine gun. [3M] Producing 15 Machine Guns [3M, 1E] Producing 15 T3 Rifles [1M] Additional pipe rifles for the conscripts. [Sneaky] Attempting to establish cordial relations with the Caravan. Proposing Trade and Immigration Treaties. [MOD] Aggressively seizing lands east of the Chicago Lawn. [MOD or Czar?] If aforementioned land seizure is successful, an invasion is prepared to be mounted against Old Chicago. Though before any fighting begins, an ultimatum is delivered, demanding their submission to Rock authority; guaranteed the rights afforded to all men. Edward M. Sturgis (CHA 2, END 1, STR 1, PER 2) leads the forces on the ground.

ROCK ISLAND ARSENAL Task Force Bradley sweeps through the streets of Chicago, clearing out the neighborhoods west of the Airfield. The Rock - what the Rock Islanders had come to regard their operational headquarters. Although, a long shot away from the actual Rock Island from which their names derives, the Rock had finally begun to feel like home. Home or not, someone was trespassing on their territory. Reports had recently trickled in that just beyond the perimeter, a number of sentries had spotted movement, shifting around in the shadows, stalking the men of the Rock. Initially, they were dismissed as just mere Scavs. But as more and more men reaffirmed these claims, perhaps it wasn’t the wasteland deliria that had initially been suspected. That left General MacArthur in a tough situation. Indeed, he sought to be more proactive. He wanted to root out the issue before it festered, dealing with it before it could ever truly threaten the Rock. To claim as much of salvageable daylight as possible, a sortie was organized as the crack of dawn. They were to secure more of the perimeter around the Airfield. The target of this year’s operations would come in the western block. Some 60 men depart to sweep these new grounds with their wits about them. For now, the men of the Rock hunker down - ready to move on a moment’s notice. ACTIONS Treasury/Stockpile: (0C, 1L, 0M, 6F, 10S, 4E, 3AE) Resource Production: (19,500C (19,000 Base, 500 Trade Shop), 8L, 5M, 2F, 8S, 2E, 1AE, 5R) Upkeep: -7S, 7L, 1F, -4,500C (Scrapyards), -1,500 (Fortifications), -2,000 (Research Lab), -3,000 (Agriculture Houses) [4+6R] Charles E. Bush (INT 4, LUC 1) puts the finishing touches on the Heavy Weapons development, hoping to have Machine Guns in the hands of the footsoldier by the following year. [1R] Beginning research of T1 Grenades [5,000g] Constructing Trade Shop in Eastern Strip. [3,500] Training 14 Men to Regulars [3M, 1E] Producing 15 additional T3 Rifles [MOD] MacArthur has Edward M. Sturgis (CHA 2, END 1, STR 1, PER 2) and a detachment of 25 Regulars (T3 Weapons & Armor), and 26 Trained (T3 Weapons) to investigate and claim the Western Block. Accompanying them is another group from the Acquisitions Department, 10 Pipe rifle armed men (T1 Weapons) by George S. Patterson (PER 3, AGI 1, LUC 1) to find anything of use. A motorcycle QRF is on standby should they come under attack. [MOD + Sneaky?] Attempting to establish diplomatic contact with Goldman’s Caravan. If successful, treaties of mutual benefit would be offered...

ROCK ISLAND ARSENAL A quiet night at the Airfield. Strictly, all the lights were turned off after the the Sun fell - as to not draw unwanted attention. They were largely understaffed; vulnerable. Only a fraction of the Rock Island staff knew how to not fumble with a rifle in their hands, and an even smaller portion had seen actual combat. If any sizable force was determined to throw themselves against the walls… well… that would be another problem to add to the pile. The issues of clean water, electrical outages, painfully slow technological advancement. With the newly acquired blocks, they were left stretched thin. The so-called East Strip was only manned by a small listening comprising less than full-strength squad. They sat quietly tucked away in a blown out brick apartment complex. A large crater in the building started at the third floor at the northeast corner of the building. From there, they established their perch, muzzles pointed out into the darkness, in command of the street below. They took turns on watch, observing. Watching. A Cpl. Powell had just got a brief amount of shut-eye, though was stirred again as one of his squadmates dropped an ammo cartridge. He woke, helmet draw over his eyes. He pushed it back, groggily and half-awake, crawlign over towards the watchman, “Hey. I’ll take it from here.” The man looked over his shoulder, “You sleep well?” he asked, weapon still propped against his shoulder. “As sound as one can in the wasteland.” The man simply nodded, “Ight. Shifting.” he said, picking up his rifle and falling back deeper into the building. The clinks of his canteen and rucksack trailing after him. The man maneuvered around Powell, slinking against a nearby wall at the other end of the room. Powell moved to assume his comrade’s former position, laying flat on his stomach as he propped his rifle against a sandbag. He stared down the sights of his rifle, aiming at a discarded frontal cranium of a mannequin at the sidewalk across. God, I hate the fuckin’ wasteland. He considered squeezing the trigger a few times to send some rounds down range, but decided it was against his better judgment. Instead he sat there silently, eyes glued upon the perimeter. Powell at his post. To break up the monotony, he murmured, “Hey, Evans.” After a few moments from the darkness, a hoarse and hushed voice replied, “Yeah?” “**** you.” said Powell. “Back at you, brother.” said Evans, disinterested, lazily flipping him the bird from his slouched position in the corner. Yes, this is what we’ve resorted to... ACTIONS Treasury/Stockpile: (1,750 C, 1M, 6F, 6S, 2E, 3 AE) Resource Production: (19,000C, 8L, 5M, 2F, 8S, 2E, 1AE, 5R) Upkeep: -7S, 3L, 1F, -4,500C (Scrapyards), -1,500 (Fortifications), -2,000 (Research Lab), -3,000 (Agriculture Houses) [5,000R] Constructing Trade Shop in Eastern Strip. [4,750] Training 19 men to Regular [4M] Constructing 25 Sets of T3 Armor [2M] Constructing 50 Pipe Rifles to issue to conscripts [5R] Beginning Machine Gun research, headed by Charles E. Bush (INT 4, LUC 1)

ROCK ISLAND ARSENAL General MacArthur sauntered slowly across the tarmac to the site of the passenger jet. Accompanied by a small entourage of armed guards, they made their way across the strip. The General had liked to imagine that one day, the Airport would be up and running again, and life would be brought back to the city of Chicago. Yet, that could not be done through a snap of the fingers. Everyone knew this. First, the needs of his people would need to come before those of Chicago. As far as he was concerned, the Airfield had become a fortress - a reliable and sturdy forward operating base which granted them the needed foothold to begin reclaiming Chicago. They had been blessed thus far - having settled at such a crucial junction. The fact that last year’s expedition had returned with no casualties and secured block. And that they had their hands upon a relic of the pre-War… one that would give them much insight as to how their forefathers conquered the land. By now, he had reached the perimeter of Engine R&D. It was sectioned off by barbed wire fencing, and occasional sentries. A closely guarded secret, whatever tarps and such could be spared were cast to conceal the sensitive work going on within. MacArthur was quickly waved in by one of the guards, pushing back these sight blockers as he entered research area. The atmosphere was notably more stuffy with men and women welding and sparks flying to and fro. Makeshift scaffolds surrounded the scape, with men working at all elevations and manners of tools. He had not a clue what they were doing, though assumed Bush, his head of Research and Development did. In regards to Bush, he could be seen on the ground coordinating efforts to examine wiring and piecing together metal sheets. Bush held a clipboard, wearing a white coat and a construction cap. He paused, turning from the workers, as if sensing the presence of the General. “Ah.” he mouthed, stepping away from the project to have a word with MacArthur. “General.” he snapped to. “What’ve you got for me, Bush?” said MacArthur, moreso taken over by the spectacle of the project. “Well, sir, the motor-bike prototypes are complete. A squadron should be prepped and ready for service the following year.” MacArthur nodded, “And what of the, uh..” he hesitated, motioning towards the jet engine. “Ah yes. Progress is slow.” Bush turned, splaying a hand towards the efforts, “Far more complex than we’d have ever thought. But, given more time and resources, I feel we may be able to crack this Engima.” “Good, I’ll give you whatever you need. And if you need any spare parts, I’ll have the Acquisitions Department scavenge whatever necessary.” “Thank you, sir. I’m glad you understand the gravity our work here. The practical applications here are limitless...” “Trust me, I know…” said the General, going to clap Bush on the shoulder, “Don’t let me down.” Charles E. Bush stands alongside a discarded prototype. ACTIONS 15,000 in treasury Updated Stockpile: 0M, 4F, 4S, 1E, 2AE Available Funds: 19,000 (Income) + 15,000 (treasury) = 31,000C Resource Production: (7L, 5M, 2F, 6S, 2E, 1AE, 5R) Upkeep: -4S, 3L, 4,500C (Scrapyards), 1,500 (Fortifications) [MOD] [5(1 from nat focus) R|1 previously allocated] Additional resources are dedicated to the reverse engineering of the airplane engine. They hope for smaller, workable, and reliable prototypes for their motor vehicles. Research headed by Charles E. Bush (INT 4, LUC 1). [MOD] A group of 41 men; 1st Platoon, led by Lt. Edward M. Sturgis (CHA 2, END 1, STR 1, PER 1), move east to secure more territory for the Rock. [1M, 1E] Constructing 25 Scrap Bikes [3M 1 E] 15 T3 Rifles [20,000] Constructing Research Lab in eastern block. [7,500] Constructing 2 Additional Agriculture Houses Back to Stockpile/Treasury (1,750 C, 1M, 6F, 6S, 2E, 3 AE)

ROCK ISLAND ARSENAL Rock Islander rifleman has a smoke, before setting out with Sturgis’s party. “Terra Incog-fuckin’-nita.” muttered Lt. Sturgis, as he hocked up and spat out a fat wad off to the side. He stood at the center of a platoon-sized column, plunging headlong into unknown territory. He adjusted the loose pot helmet which rest upon his head, displaying the bars of his rank forefront. Tightening his grip on his SMG as he scanned the wreckage around him. Husks of buildings and stripped down carcasses of vehicles lay everywhere. If Hell existed, this’d be it. It was an eerie silence around them, only broken up by the rhythmic of boots beating upon the street. Occasionally some horribly mutated rodent or similar creature would scurry through the back alleys, gnawing quite viciously. Some men lost their nerves, but would keep it together with the help of their squad leaders. Sturgis gazed over his shoulder, seeing the Airfield - the known bastion of safety - quickly disappear from view. No going back now. If they didn’t push on, who would? Yet as he thought about these things, he had kept walking forward - stopping just short of the man in front of him, who had paused in his tracks. Peering over the soldier, he could see that the pointman had signaled for a halt. Maybe things will get interesting. ACTIONS In Resource Stockpile: 1M, 2F, 1S, 1E, 1AE Income: 19,000 + 2,500 (treasury) = 21,500C Resource Production: (7L, 5M, 2F, 5S, 2E, 1AE, 5R) Upkeep: -4S, 3L, 3,000C Funds after Upkeep: 18,500 [4R] Finishing Scrap Bike Research [MOD|1R] Exploratory research into the Passenger Plane engine, headed by Charles E. Bush (INT 4, LUC 1). The area is cordoned off and under constant watch. [3,500] Training some 80 men in PT and Firearms Proficiency. Since there aren’t yet enough rifles to go around, they take turns… Sharing is caring. [MOD] With a platoon’s worth of men fully armed. MacArthur has Sturgis (CHA 2, END 1, STR 1, PER 1) take his men to the block east of the Airport. They attempt to clear the area of all hostiles and claim the lands for the Rock. [MOD] Once a decently defensible position on the tarmac was secured, old radios were booted up. Operators attempt to make contact with any nearby settlements. An Old U.S. Army frequency is also tried to attempt to link up with any remaining Federal units. [6M, 2E] Constructing 30 additional T3 Rifles. 15,000 back to treasury Updated Stockpile: 0M, 4F, 2S, 1E, 2AE

ROCK ISLAND ARSENAL “...How far we’ve fallen.” Was the thought that came across, General MacArthur’s mind. He stepped out onto the middle of tarmac, boots crunching upon debris and decay alike. Around him lay vast remnants of a once great civilization. Grounded planes of a once prosperous hub through which travel flowed.. And beyond that a skyline which now lay in ruins - rusted, on the brink of collapse. But for mankind, that Collapse had already happened. What left was there to even reclaim? “Enough of that.” he scorned himself subconsciously. That was coward’s talk. MacArthur shook his at the thoughts that lingered. While he still drew breath, he would do everything in his power to ensure the safety and growth of his people. Though few in number, they made up for it in resolve and pride. He looked to the men surrounding him, descendants of proud American servicemen and veterans. He knew he was with the most capable of people he could be with. Afterall, they had spent decades plotting their return to the surface. With that, perhaps salvation could be found and hope still had. Having had enough of sightseeing, he stepped down from his pile of rubble, and returning to his Staff and immediately set about organizing the remnants of the Rock Island Garrison. “Get me a team prepped and ready to scout the perimeter” “Get this airfield fortified. As far as I’m concerned, this is our only safe haven in this hellhole.” “We’re gonna need motors to get anywhere fast in this city. Draw up some designs.” “God save us all.” ______________________________________________________________________________ ACTIONS Resource Production: (7L, 4M, 2F, 5S, 2E, 1AE, 5R) Upkeep: -4S Treasury: 19,000 C [5R(1 RIR&D)=6R] Researching Scrap Bikes [10,000 C] Constructing Scrap Yard [5,000g] Constructing Farmlands [1,500g] Constructing 3 Fortification Stacks on the Airport [3M, 1E] Procuring 15 Rifles [MOD] Harry. R. Warren (CHA 2, LUC 1, INT 2) takes a squad to investigate the Airport’s perimeter. [MOD] Charles E. Bush (INT 4, LUC 1) leads a team of researchers to dig through the remains of the airport for anything of value to aid Rock Island R&D. Resources to Stockpile: 5L, 1M, 2F, 1S, 1E, 1AE 2,500 C to treasury

Application: (STARTING STATS WILL BE DETERMINED IN DISCORD DMS) Faction Name: Rock Island Arsenal Civilization Type: Civilized Faction Backstory: In decades past, Rock Island played a crucial role in the supply of the United States much-needed weapons and vehicles to wage war. In anticipation for the worst to come, the Rock was prematurely fortified and supplemented with blast-proof bunkers. Fortunately, much of the staff and garrison were able to evacuated underground in time. Yet, whether the same could be said about their families was unknown. Fearing total collapse of society, military leaders stationed at Rock Island began drawing preliminary plans to re-establish order. Training. Surviving. But they could not cower behind reinforced walls any longer, no. They had all but exhausted their supply of food and water. On that fateful days, the rusted doors of the bunkers ground open, flooding the inner chamber with the first natural light they’ve seen in ages. A new era was upon them. A rebirth or one that spelled their doom? Nevertheless, it was long overdue; time to fire up those old engines and assembly lines.” “Praise the Lord, and Pass the Ammunition.” Characters (Minimum 1, Max 5) Character 1 (Leader): General Robert H. MacArthur, Sr., Director Character 2 (Custom): Edward M. Sturgis, Head of Defense Character 3 (Custom): Charles E. Bush, Head of R&D Character 4 (Custom): George S. Patterson, Head of Acquisitions Character 5 (Custom): Harry R. Warren, Head of Internal Affairs Discord: Tank #9694

The provincial arms of Rubern. Name of Settlement: Province of Rubern Peak Times: Any time between 12PM to 10PM (EST) Population Density: The town of Rubern proper consists of a mostly human populace, with much of that human majority comprising of Highlanders, with a small community of Heartlanders and Farfolk. Brief Description: The Province of Rubern was established via a pact forged between Prince Vladrick Barbanov-Alimar and the Black Reiter Company; the latter swearing fealty to Prince Vladrick in exchange for safe harbor. Where they once served as a mercenary company of global repute, they have since become the elite household guard for the Prince of Rubern. Upon the Ruber River, they established themselves upon the ruins of Leuven, decimated in the aftermath of the War of the Two Emperors. Once a lawless and scarce land, the Prince’s retainers have transformed the territory into a land of prosperity, centered around the newly-erected and flourishing settlement of Rubern proper. The Province of Rubern has described to be a land of opportunity, inhabited by free men who share a common value - to strike out on their arm, and make their own fortune through toil and hardwork. The Province encourages all craftsmen, soldiers-for-hire, and wanderers alike to settle upon the Ruber River and set up shop. Furthermore, any and all citizens are welcome to put themselves forward as aldermen, where they may serve as representatives for their respective guilds or communities. This allows the common man a voice in governing body of the Province; the Duma. Together, under the guidance of the Prince and the Duma, the Province optimistically looks forward to the future. Key Figures and People of Assistance: The Prince and Princess-Consort His Highness, Vladrick Barbanov-Alimar, Prince of Rubern The Prince of Rubern rules the Province of Rubern, delegating tasks to various subordinates to ensure the stability, prosperity, safety, and smooth inner workings of the Town of Rubern and its outlying territories. Her Highness, Ester, Princess of Rubern Lord Chancellor Lord Simon Basrid, Lord Chancellor of Rubern The Lord Chancellor of Rubern is often referred to as the Hand of the Prince; charged with conducting diplomacy and many of the Prince’s most sensitive tasks. Lord Commander Brutus Morr, Lord Commander of Rubern The Lord Commander of Rubern maintains and commands the Black Army of Rubern. The Lord Commander or any of his subordinate captains may be contacted for any able-bodied man or woman looking to serve in His Highness’s Armed Forces. Maer Bailiff Cassian Turo, Maer-Bailiff of Rubern The Maer-Bailiff oversees much of the business transaction and inner workings of the town of Rubern proper - keeping a detailed ledger of property sales, tax, and overseeing the roster of designated stewards. The Maer-Bailiff may be contacted for any inquiries within the settlement’s walls. Stewards Edwin Brooks, Alderman and Steward Yaroslav, Stablemaster and Steward Thondor the Younger, Steward The Stewards may be contacted for any person looking to purchase property within the city, including houses, permits for stalls, and farming plots. Directions: The town of Rubern may be found at the crossroads between the metropolitan hubs of Reza, Ves, and Helena, along the River Ruber. The front gate of Rubern may be found at [X: -144, Y: -1540]

EMPIRE OF BOURDELEAUX Ruler: H.I.M. Emperor Adrian II Government: Imperial Constitutional Monarchy Population: ~ 24,018,047 (next 25,759,355) Allies: Galaharian League, Kingdom of Fyr-Darrick(?) Trade Partners: Galaharian League, Kingdom of Fyr-Darrick, Kingdom of Helmedhi, Antigonids, Republic of Danwent, Hakkans, Princedoms of Volarucio, Aulem, House Blackmarrow, Trident, Kingdom of Numeria, Passans, Kingdom of Five, Symon, Eadni, Commonwealth of Ruhn, Surukai, Surya “...Your Highness?” “Come, Gustave, bring some men. We must venture down to the squabbler’s district.” “Sire, might I inquire, why?” the man asked. A young, though well-defined soldier of the Guard. A third son of an aristocrat, much like Francis to his father. Knowing he’d never inherit anything, he’d left home and enlisted his services for the Guard. To that, he found satisfaction. For there was no greater honor for a knight or aspirant. He possessed the characteristic blonde locks and blue orbs so desired throughout the nobility. In fact, appearing even more ‘noble’ than his eldest brother, who would come to inherit his family’s lands. Francis on the other hand, was less concerned with such base appearances, and kept Gustave as a friend for his loyalty and reliability. Francis was the youngest of the three sons of Adrian, yet he struck a balance between the two. Who would’ve been Adrian III, was thick-skulled and preferred to think with his sword foremost. His next brother, Philip, was loose of morals, lavishing completely in the privileges of being a son to the Emperor. Since Adrian’s death, Philip was inspected to inherit. Meanwhile, Francis kept his eyes on the whole ordeal, opting for now to not speak on such matters. For the time, their father still breathed, meaning Bourdeleaux would be in good hands. “Hm?” said Francis, his head buried in a manifest. He looked up, “Oh, yes. Every so often we must re-negotiate our contracts with the Guilds. In particular, the Blacksmith’s Guild.” “Who forge the armor that I currently don, I take it.” said Gustave, brushing down his black and gold breastplate.” “Precisely. And they who arm the majority of our nation’s armed forces. Gotta keep ‘em happy and working.” “I understand.” “And when the time for the armor and weapons shipments come, I’ll need you to oversee escort details, bringing them up to the Armory.” “Aye, Your Highness. I can do that.” “Good, let’s go then.” said Francis, lowering the document. “...Are you sure, you should be going? Can’t someone else be sent?” “Nonsense. If not me, then who? Certainly not my brother.” he scoffed. “Might do them good to see a friendly face rather than be bombarded with the drawl of quotas and numbers.” “Hm. None other with your tact.” he said, grabbing his poleaxe. Standing in the midst of the chamber, he pointed out and selected other Guardsmen to come, “Right, you five, with me.” Without further delay and an aye, sir, the other men fell in line. “Let’s not delay.” Francis said, beckoning his ally onwards. The Guildmaster nearly spat out his drink, “Twenty-thousand suits of armor!” he exclaimed, followed by an airy chuckle, “Heh, are there even enough smiths in the country to fulfill that order?” He was a large, sturdily-built man with much of his weight found within his shoulders. He had a large, brown beard, which he audibly could be heard being scratched - like running a hand through sand paper. “Mister Burgeon, hear me out, would you?” “Hm.” he grumbled. “We need that armor for our boys fighting abroad. Everyone serves, one way or another. Some with sword and shield in hand, while others forge the armor ‘pon their backs.” “You tryna test me? I did my time in the Black.” “Of course not. Just reminding you how crucial it is we get these arms to them.” “It simply isn’t feasible. Y’know, we have lives outside of hammering away with sweat on our brows, eh? … families, children, wives…” “I understand. Which is why, we are prepared to offer a 2 year tax break, throughout the duration.” The Guildmaster rose a brow, practically risen from his seat, “Is that so? Hm, perhaps we could make it work.” “So do we have a deal?” “Aye, that we do.” Just so you know, I would’ve done it for one. FINANCES AND ACTIONS Income: 326,500g (Base - 3k, 6 Economy Pts - 6k, Pop - 70.5k Resources - 6k, Merchant Guilds - 27k, Base Trade - 28k, Ports - 64k, Cities/Towns - 123k, Incoming Caravels - 1k, Manufactories - 1k) Upkeep: 26,000g (Army), 11,500g (Veterancy), 5,000 (Navy) = 42,500g. 4,000 from treasury [35,000g] Constructing 7 Farms [20,000g] Constructing 4 Settlements; Salagnac, Preux, Maasbrecht, Bacerna [0g] Upgrading Essec, Lochamps, and Louvaines to Towns [12,500+5,000g] Upgrading Omignon to High Quality Tall Walls [17,500] Upgrading Talouse to Strong, Tall Walls [45,000g] Constructing 9 Barracks [15,000g] Upgrading Challons to City [15,000g] Constructing Port in Frigia [13,500] Constructing Temple in Omignon [72,000g] Recruiting 9 Units of T4 Heavy Infantry [6,000g] Recruiting 1 Units of T4 Medium Infantry [4,500] Recruiting 1 Unit of T3 Medium Archers [10,000g] Recruiting 1 Units of T4 Medium Cavalry [6,000g] Recruiting 2 Units of T3 Light Infantry [5,000g] Importing Danwentii Grain [0g] Dupuis and his crew continue sailing west. [10,000g] Paying for mercenary companies [0g] Inquiring with Revar’s Gulf-based mercenaries. 1,000g to treasury

EMPIRE OF BOURDELEAUX Ruler: H.I.M. Emperor Adrian II Government: Imperial Constitutional Monarchy Population: ~ 22,394,449 (next 24,018,047) Allies: Galaharian League, Kingdom of Fyr-Darrick Trade Partners: Galaharian League, Kingdom of Fyr-Darrick, Kingdom of Helmedhi, Antigonids, Republic of Danwent, Hakkans, Princedoms of Volarucio, Aulem, House Blackmarrow, Trident, Kingdom of Numeria, Passans, Kingdom of Five, Symon, Eadni, Commonwealth of Ruhn, Surukai WHERE HAS OUR FAITH GONE? It was a bright, sunny day in lands of Suttre. The Sun shone gracefully on these lands, glimmering upon the twin rivers of the Suttresian Valley. Indeed, it was a day to be productive. It was warm, though not warm enough to a fault. A comfortable temperature and fair weather. Such was the blessings of the Great Sun. Indeed, for some time the people of Suttre felt easy. There hadn’t been any turbulent storms, flood, or any sort of inclement weather. Only the delicate hand of the Sun, guiding its children. He watched over them as they hung fish upon their drying racks, hammered metal into shape, or cut down tree. He was everywhere and knew all. That was all the solace they needed. That is, at least how the commoners felt toward the issue. A decent portion of the majority was indifferent to their God. Some even doubting his status as a ‘god’. The more practical believed him to be just a force of nature. “That’s not a damned force of nature!” a voice rung out. It was from within the hold of the Duke of Suttre. It seemed he had assembled his closed council within the meeting chamber. In his holdfast of stone dating back years now, the Duke confided. The chamber was open to the elements, with a large balcony adjacent to the large rectangular table in which the men were sat. Outside, the quiet chirping of birds and gentle rustling of leaves provided ambience to those within. Though, they took notice of such pleasantry at the moment. They were engaged in thought-provoking discussion, trading wit and logic with one another for some time. The Duke sat at the end of the table, hearing these men out. “What would you call it then?” asked the Duke, a large man by Bourdelaic standards, with a round belly and an overgrown beard, brown as the bark upon an oak. “Cursed sourcery!” shouted the same man, the local bishop. “I’m inclined to agree.” said another man, armored. “What kind of nature grows within seconds, overrunning men and civilization alike in a sprawl of roots and vines? It is the opposite of natural.” “Which is what we’re dealing with. A risk. Now why would His Grace, the Duke, wish to send off our finest fighting men to deal with that? It simply is not worth it.” came a voice from another party, bearing the pin of the Ducal Master of Coin. The armored man shot back, “What is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, Lord Adenin? You were born into your wealth. Haven’t had lifted a single finger. What do you know about expense?” “Sir Geoffrey, the fact of the matter is…” The Duke raised his hand, “Enough, we’ll provide my finest banners to the Emperor’s cause. This is final.” “Your Grace?” “The Emperor looks upon those favorably who supports his campaigns. Yes, we do indeed have much to gain, though also much to lose. Yet, we may be privy to the spoils of this land, and we may perhaps be given additional rights befitting of a loyal servant of the Crown. Maybe new lands to be added to the demesne of Suttre, hm.” “Only one way to find out if its worth it or not. Sir Geoffrey ready the men, this meeting is adjourned.” At the conclusion of this meeting, the disgruntled Archbishop had other plans in mind. He grumbled to himself, loathing the fact he had to do business with cowards like Adenin. He dusted off his robes, rose from his seat, bowed, and departed the chambers. Yet it was beyond Suttre’s hold, that he bumped into Sir Geoffrey, exchanging thoughts about the session. It was from Geoffrey that the Archbishop had a spark of inspiration. Over the course of the next few days, he would travel by road to the Capital. Rough and rugged, a bumpy ride by horseback, he trekked north. In doing so, he sullied his fine purple garbs, though, this was worth the risk. During this trip, he had much time to contemplate. Arriving at the Papal Palace, it was evident that he was immediately beholden to the Pontifex. Showing him great respect, kissing his hand several times over, as wrinkled as it was. “Your Holiness.” The aged figure, hunched, greyed, and covered with liver spots, smiled at the arrival of his friend, “Archbishop, why have you come to me on this day?” before the Archbishop could respond the Pontifex responds, “How fares the Archdiocese of Suttre, hm? Well?” “Yes, Your Holiness, it is well. But also no… Over the past months I’ve noticed a decline in fervor and dedication to our shared faith. Seems to me that people have forgotten the divinity of the Bright One… neglecting his supernatural powers… Of course, they know they need him, but they don’t grasp his benevolence… his mercy... “ “...A valid concern, yes. We’ll need to reinvigorate the faith. I may have some ideas, though, I’d like to hear your own.” “We need action. An enemy. His Imperial Majesty’s campaign to the north already highlights the evil of the dreaded forest. Yet none know of this, we must deliver the news to the masses.” “Yet how does this affect them? Last I heard His Imperial Majesty’s campaign fared well…” “We’ll need an outrage. An atrocity which will spur the good men into arms and faith.” “Such as?” The Archbishop coughed, speaking grimly well, “Well… Should the campaign fail?” “Do you expect it to?” “... It’s within the realm of possibility…” The Pontifex’s face turned grim, nodding, “I see. If such a tragedy were to befall us… yes, it would be indeed a rallying cry for our Faith…. I’ll make the preparations…” Yet, the Archbishop’s work there was not done yet. As departed the Papal Palace, he realized he had more business to settle. A staunch loyalist to the Crown, he could not sit idly by if Adrian were to pass and the throne would fall to the his slothful and incompetent son. Not while he still breathed, no. He made strides of haste, trudging through the disease riddled, noisy, and crowded slums of Souvois. He loathed making this journey to the upper districts. It also made him uneasy. He was an easy target for lowlives and scum who needed to make a quick buck. Yet, he found the security and the guard force in the lower districts readily sufficient. A pairing of soldiers usually found at the corner of every block put his mind at rest. Exhausted, he ascended thousands of steps to the top, reaching the Imperial Palace. He was a frequent here, all things considered. And he was acknowledged by the guards as a friend of the Crown, who waved him in with few questions asked. Slowing to a trudge, legs nearly giving out, he finally made it to the upper halls. He had arrived. The chambers of Adrian’s son. His second eldest. Francis. “Your Highness..” FINANCES AND ACTIONS Income: 302,000g (Base - 3k, 6 Economy Pts - 6k, Pop - 66k Resources - 6k, Merchant Guilds - 21k, Base Trade - 28k, Ports - 56k, Cities/Towns - 114k, Incoming Caravels - 1k, Manufactories - 1k) Upkeep: 23,000g (Army), 9,500g (Veterancy), 5,000 (Navy) =37,500g. +2,500 +2,000 from Royal Olympics Earnings [35,000g] Constructing 7 Farms [15,000g] Constructing 3 Settlements; Essec, Lochamp, Louvaines [0g] Upgrading Settlements Cours, Pervac, and Vellembert to Town [15,000] Upgrading Frigia to City [15,000g] Constructing Port in Gadebors [10,000g] Constructing Merchant’s Guild in Gadebors The Solar Church is not exempt from their wartime dues. By Imperial Decree, they are to send additional magi and adept auxiliaries. Constructing Cathedral in Souvois. [40,500g] General mobilization and recruitment. Notably, the Duke of Suttre musters many fine foot knights and men-at-arms; his forces being incorporated into the 14th Brigade [16,500g] Recruiting 1 Unit of T4 Knights of Ogrun [10,000g] Recruiting 1 Unit of Elite T4 Heavy Infantry [18,000g] Recruiting 2 Units of Veteran T4 Heavy Infantry [56,000g] Recruiting 7 Units of Regular T4 Heavy Infantry [3,000g] Recruiting 1 Unit of Regular T4 Crossbowmen [9,000g] Recruiting 3 Units of Regular T3 Light Infantry [2,000g] Recruiting 4 Units of Regular T1 Voulgiers A secure shipment of Gold is transported over the Roots to Numeria to procure additional magical mercenaries. [15,000g] Importing Moranese Wheat from the Kingdom of Danwent. [5,000g] Dupuis and his jolly band of sailors continue further west. 4,000 to treasury

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AVAR KHAGANATE RULER: IRRIK, KAGAN OF THE AVAR PEOPLES TRADE PARTNERS: Byzantium, Scirii, Vandals, Crimeans STANDING ALLIANCES: N/A Victorious Avar warriors returning with spoils from the summer raids Eastern Europe in past decades had hardly been a hotbed of major wars in insurrection. The Franks appeared to be losing their grip over much of their holdings. It is within this vacuum that the Avar peoples entered Europe, settling in the Pannonian basin. Led by their Khagans, the Avars have made well for themselves, establishing various settlements and farming communities. However, they were not destined for sedentary life. The Venetians would be the first to bear the brunt of an Avar raid. Descending upon the Adriatic Coast were hundreds of steppe horsemen, the likes of which haven’t been seen since the days of Attila. With bow and spear in hand, the Avars laid waste to the outlying settlements, brutally cutting down all that stood in opposition. An unstoppable tide of thundering hooves and a withering barrage of arrow after arrow. Endless as their volleys were, so were their riders and mounts. A true horde. Among their targets were fringe monasteries and chapels. Cutting down many a monk or deacon, they wondered what had they done to deserve such a fate. Brutalized, mutilated and desecrated. Some thought that the Avars were the punishment for mankind’s sins. One surviving monk came to regard them as the Scourge of God. Perhaps, rightfully so. The punishment they had inflicted was severe. The Avars made off with golden idols, statues, jewelry, and whatever they could carry with them, and leaving behind a wake of burning hovels and a trail of corpses. No doubt would the raids carry on again. However, they would alter their route… in search of more opportunity. FINANCES & ACTIONS Treasury: 4 grain Income: 16,400+5,000 from raids Total Available Funds: 21,400 14,000g Upgrading all Medium Horsemen to T3 Equipment 4,000 Upgrading all Light Horsemen to T3 Equipment 2,000 Upgrading Unit of Qhagan Guards to Veteran 1,400 to treasury 0 Launching raid against Epirus