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  1. The_Mad_Skylord

    [RP] Dawn of Divinity

    The ground, once good, dry soil, was so soaked with blood that it had turned into a veritable quagmire. So fouled was this land, the smell of the soul-ichor made even the Pati ill. Exitius could feel the spot, that unlucky place Marakarra had fallen, hewn in two by blood magicks beyond the ken of even the greatest the Kin Warmages. Divine magic had splintered divine magic here, and that distasteful residue lingered in the air, as the Lord of Dragons surveyed the lines of forts in front of him, considering the conundrum presented by that creature known as Mamo, he who dared to stand against the divine will of Exitius, he who dared to tend apart the scale and flesh of the God of Destruction's dragons, his most sacred imagery. The God felt little in the way of anger, simply a strange kind of curiosity. Clearly he must be a human of great will, to so use the gifts of Kaha-nu-Buhu. Still, he stood in the way of the great Venandi Legions, chiefest means of his amusement, and that would never do. Pondering the issue further, an idea came upon Exitius, and the Lord of Chaos soon found himself in the centre of the Royal Court of Archon, as god-touched nobility, guards and courtiers alike scrambled for weapons and arms to use against the great black Venandi now in their midst, coiled with vibrant red tattoos. Of them all, only Archon recognised his grandfather, and with an impatient gesture, the aging God-King quietened his court, as he fell to his knees in submission. For his part, Exitius quickly signaled the Court to rise - worship was not his primary motivation this day. "Against Carda you have marched, clashing violently with the Children of Kaha, her chosen faithful. Slaughter you have enacted upon her garrisons and her fortresses, butchering the wretched Pati like dogs and earning the pride which I feel for you - and yet you are turned back from that city by nothing short of a curate!" The displeased divine shook his head, while the others could but watch in trepidation. "It is not your fault, of course, that you cannot defeat Mamo, imbued with magicks beyond your ken, magicks that have existed since the first days of this world, when Yngbald filled the Void with that substance. You have done well, but the City still stands, and so long as it stands, the path north for the Venandi lies closed - muster your legions, Archon, and smash the First and Holiest of Cities as you would smash open a nut!" Exitius glared around the room, at faces too afraid to protest. Archon, however, was not the God-King of All Venandi for nothing. "Mamo slew one of my cousins, Grandfather, and routed her army - what use is there in throwing ourselves against those walls again, to be butchered by bolts of ichor?" The God watched his progeny closely, before nodding very slowly. "I will grant your armies two gifts, Archon, as I granted gifts to you at the beginning of your reign, and to Tyrannos himself at the beginning of his." With a flash of blinding light, an altar appeared before the court, set at the bottom of the Royal Dais. Powerful magic frizzled from the rough hewn marble, and there was a strange hum in the air, even as Exitius pulled a strange banner into existence and placed in upon the altar. "The first gift I give you is one of power! Each legion will, from this day carry a standard bearing a my dragon, as proof of your filial piety! Blessed with magical power, these standards shall serve as amplifiers to magic, and any legionary who fights under it will have their power increased drastically. A strange look came over the God then, as scale slowly replaced fur, and his eyes became serpentine and slitted things, colder and crueler than usual. "As for good Mamo, let it suffice to say that he has offered me great insult by slaying that which was not meant to be so easily slaughtered by mortal hands - your brothers and sisters shall feast on his flesh!" Exitius finished with a hiss, before disappearing altogether. Actions: -Create Artefact: To the Royal Court, Exitius gifts an alter made from stone, basic in appearance, but potent in design. The altar serves as a strange kind of conduit - upon it, Imperial Dragon standards, forged by the hands of Kin mage-smiths and each capped with a different variation of a dragon, are blessed and made into magical items. Specifically, the standards channel the power of the stone, and amplifies the magic of Warmages fighting underneath the standard by a fair proportion. 6 AP -Influence God-touched: Exitius calls upon the aging King Archon to once again rally his great legions against Carda in a huge campaign to conquer the city. 1 AP. -Influence God-touched: The Curate Mamo served not only as an obstacle to the Venandi, but as an insult to Exitius himself. He claimed the title of Dragonslayer, and the God of Dragons could feel the bestial fury of his dragons thrumming at the death he had wrought upon them. To this end, he summons his bloodthirsty children, the God-touched Great Dragons, and sics them upon Mamo, instructing the 11 of them to tear the Curate limb from limb, or at least weaken him enough to allow the approaching legions to finish him off. 1 AP
  2. The_Mad_Skylord

    From Ruination [FRP]

    ”The city of Ischyros has existed on her peninsula for over a thousand years, from her first days as a mere fishing village along the coast, to her life as a vast, sprawling metropolis, covering the Iris Peninsula from east to west. The history of Ischyrosi politics was, much like the history of Ischyrosi expansion, a convoluted and confusing affair. Ischyrosi politics can be said to have truly begun near 400 years before the Fall, in the days of the Town Council, which would, in time, evolve to become the Ischyrosi Senate. In her early days, Ischyros was ruled by a King, who was advised by the Senate. The last of these Kings, Parmenos, would become infamous in Ischyrosi history, and would be the primary reason for a violent hatred of royalty among the citizenry. Parmenos came to power in the Year 976, after the turbulence of the Fall of Symon had receded and Ischyros herself had already swollen vastly in size and power. He quickly established himself as a charming and charismatic ruler, winning himself many sycophants among the city’s Senators. He was, in reality, a cold and a cruel man, who would swiftly become famed for his debauchery and vice. Violence, murder, torture and worse, Parmenos’ opposition found themselves brutalized by the Tyrant, but he maintained his grip on power for decades, largely by ensuring the loyalty of the army. From this position of power, he forced the Senate into obscurity, often forcing Senators' daughters to become his concubines and relegating the great men of state to menial duties. Years of military campaign saw the tyrant King extend his rule of a vast sway of tribes and villages down what is now known as the River Isch, and to consolidate these gains and to protect his capital, Parmenos ordered the construction of a series of great fortifications. Around Ischyros, he constructed what would become known as the Parmenian, or the Tyrant's, Walls, buttressed by two major fortresses - Peismataris and Stoikos – and culminating in the citadel in the centre of the City, known as Kardiapolis. The final fortification to be constructed by the Tyrant was a vast fortress at the beginning of the Iris Peninsula, originally known as Parmenopolis, but known now as Kastropolis. The rule of the Tyrant would come to an end in the Year 1018 when, in a fit of rage, he ordered the Senate to commit suicide. Such an extreme step saw a glut of Senators join the opposition, led by the Senator Kastros, a man of iron will and godly fortitude. Rallying them in the benches of the Senate building, he enticed them to break the senatorial benches and to use the lumps of timber as clubs to beat their king to death with. What followed was a purge. The city garrison, largely loyal to the now rebel senators and the idea of a republic, threw their lot behind Kastros and executed many of Parmenos’ most loyal servants, sending his son and the few remaining of his henchmen fleeing from the city, to the half constructed fortress of Parmenopolis. There, they mustered thousands of men to retake the city and to declare Parmenos II as King of Ischyros. Their dreams were cut short when, at the head of a bare thousand men Kastros – given power and appointment by the newly revitalised Senate – sallied forth and, in a feat of pure military genius, brutally routed an army that had near thrice as many men as he. Parmenos II was slain, and Kastros ordered a series of crucifixions among the remaining soldiery and royal advisers. Kastros promptly returned to Ischyros in great glory, where he was given the first Ovation in the Senate, after he had declined the honour of a Triumph. Rather than seize power for himself, Kastros laid down the constitution of the Republic, becoming one of the first two Consuls in Ischyrosi history. Kastros would go down in history as the father of the Republic of Ischyros, and his legacy is forever immortalized in the fortress of Kastropolis. -The History of Ischyros, Volume 1, Chapter 6” The midsummer sun beat down on the cobbled streets as people bustled about their business in the heaving streets of Ischyros. Men, women and children scuttled around the cobbles, basking in the noon heat. Shouts, laughing and the general bustle of a huge city crowded the air and gave an upbeat, though claustrophobic air. This happy air blanketed Ischyros, and the many millions of citizens were oblivious to the heated arguments and debates raging close to them, high above in the colonnaded Senate Building. ”This Republic is built upon the backs of her people! Those people need, more than any condescending claims of national greatness, grain! The people need grain! And land upon which to farm it – land hogged largely by the land owning elite of this Senate, who own thousands of acres collectively, but prefer to employ vast numbers of slaves to farm luxuries, such as olives and oranges! Where is their concern from the national interest? Do they care nothing for the masses of this city, who fight the wars of the Republic and provide the majority of her tax income?” Thundering shouts and objections rang out across the floor, as men voiced either disapproval or echoed support. Sitting in their curule chairs, raised on a slight dais and facing the senatorial benches, the Consuls Aeropas and Koinos sat silently, offering none of their opinions. Aeropas was renowned as a leader of the Conservatives, while Koinos was famed for his sympathies with the Populists. Both were withdrawn from the debate, which had raged for days over the course of the session. ”This city is built upon the backs of her people – but it is financed by the purses of her senators! Over fifty percent of our taxes are raised from the incomes of the great estates, income born from the sale of fruit and oil, of grape and wine – are we to abandon these funds for the sake of mere grain? Already our coffers are forced to pay out vast sums of coin to give free bread to the people, what more do they wish?” Back and forth, to and fro went their arguments, one side desperate to enforce the limits of the state own land and to redistribute the vast estates to the Ischyrosi people, and the other eager to maintain their profits, upon which the entire Republic’s economy was primarily based. Senators, clad in their white togas, twice became so incensed of the argument that they had to be broken apart as they traded blows. ”Only a populist would believe dividing the estates to be the solution to a grain crisis!” Yelled one Senator, looking near fit to split his neighbor, who was loudly booing with the other men of the people. ”Perhaps we should let the citizens of Ischyros decide what they want? A plebiscite should be called by the Tribunes! Let us dispense with these formalities!” And finally, there was action from the Consuls, Koinos nodded his approval, but Aeropas stood, staring down upon the many hundreds of assembled senators, who had fallen silent under the gaze of their Consul. ”Since when has it been the policy of Ischyrosi Senators to bicker like angry children – on the very floor of the Senate, no less! Such actions are shameful, as are the suggestions of some that they should subvert the authority of this body which, though not laid down in law, acts often as the very voice of our people.” The Consul Aeropas gathered his purple toga and descended to the floor, while Koinos watched with narrow eyes. ”We are not so far gone that we cannot afford to be reasonable – most of our citrus fruits and our olives come from the south, while all of our grain is produced in the north. Here is what I propose – we will divide some of the northern estates for the benefit of the people, and leave the great coin earning estates in the south intact.” There was no explosive applause, but there was nothing in the way of massive objection either, and the bill of the Consul Aeropas was passed, in the Year 1500. Construction: -Merchant’s Guild – 10’000 gold -Censor’s Offices (Merchant’s Guild) – 10’000 gold Treasury: -Starting Funds – 30’000 gold -Expenditure: --Upkeep – 3'000 gold --Fortress – 2’000 gold --Buildings – 20’000 gold Total Remaining: 5’000 gold
  3. The_Mad_Skylord

    From Ruination [FRP] [OOC]

    Nation Name: Ischyros BRIEF History: Ischyros began as a small city on the banks of the Eye, a fairly unimportant part of the Symon Empire, which relied mostly on river trade to flourish. With moderate industry and better than average craftsmen, Ischyros came to prosper over the years, leading it to slowly grow as the rivers and the roads pumped life into the city. Somewhat ironically, the fortress of Kastropolis had existed many years before the foundation of Ischyros, and it provided the urban centre with a great deal of protection – a situation the politicians of Ischyros would soon come to be thankful for. Ischyros remained neutral as civil wars raged throughout the Symon Empire, quickly becoming the focus point for large bands of refugees and immigrants desperate to escape the turmoil of a collapsing Empire. What had once been a small fishing city on the banks of the Eye swiftly blossomed into a great and sprawling urban centre, and perhaps the largest city in a by now crippled Symon Empire. Unfortunately, this was taken as an insult by some, who used conflict and disorder to launch raids and attacks on the city, usually being turned back at Kastropolis, but succeeding in sacking the city more than once. This state of affairs led to the rise of the only King of Ischyros, a warrior by the name of Parmenos. A hard man, Parmenos quickly extended his sovereignty well down the river and almost to the coast, while fortifying his capital city against further incursions. However, the harsh nature of his rule soon led to his assassination, and gave the people of Ischyros a certain distaste for royalty. Parmenos, however, had left one thing of note behind, the massive fortifications known as the Tyrant’s Walls. Nation Culture: The Citizens of Ichyros are a proud and reliable people, well versed in the arts of trade and of making money. While they are not particularly over zealous in religious thought, they do make up for this with copious offerings to their chosen God of Magic, mainly so they can swiftly forget about him again. A people of middling height and olive skin, it is often the thoughts of invaders that the people of Ischyros are ill suited to war, a thought quickly remedied. Fiercely protective of their independence, the Citizens are as liable to support the conquest of a potential threat as they are to allow its continued existence. Human Or Humagi (Describe Humagi): Human Nation Government System: Ischyros is a democracy, in a rather strange and backwards fashion. Power, in theory, lies with the people of the city to make decisions, however the Peoples’ Assemblies often accept the advice of the Senate – in theory a body with no legislative power, in reality a body with extreme influence over legislative power – a group of men who held their positions by means of their wealth and their election to public office. The Senate and the Assemblies were, in turn influenced by the Council of Sorcerors, a group with no right to interfere in political matters, but who interfered so often and so extensively that it seemed they did. Economy: 4 Economically, Ischyros has an extremely strong economic base, and by rights should be absurdly wealthy from the amount of tax that poured into the coffers. Unfortunately, the citizens of Ischyros were an awkward and contrary bunch, and much of this coin is paid back out on things such as public works and the grain dole. Ischyros cannot, unfortunately, boast of great wealth as she squandered more than half of her yearly treasury. (30’000 gold) Education: 4 On average, education belongs to he who can afford it in Ischyros. Most of the upper-lower classes can read and write, a status afforded to them by the wealth of their parents. On occasion, one may find a few lesser citizens who are literate, reading is not usually considered an essential skill for those of the lesser occupations. Size (include rough area on map): 8 Ischyros controls sparse territory, but has an unbelievably dense population. Millions call the vast city their home, and it is undoubtedly the greatest urban centre in the world. The great lake known as the Eye is the beating heart of the city, and it is common for whole families to live and work on the lake, while there are many farms along the banks, there is, however, no urban concentration comparable to the City of Ischyros, all other settlements taking the form only of small villages and towns, made to make fishing and farming easier. Of a population of 4’500’000, all but 500’000 live within the walls of the city itself, the rest scattered over the limited territory occupied by the City-State. https://imgur.com/a/d1LexC2 Military: 4 While not a massive military power, Ischyros boasts a fairly strong army and a strong series of defenses. In the city itself, the Tyrant’s Wall protect much of Ischyros, along with the three Great Fortresses spread along the city’s perimeters. To the immediate south of the city lies Kastropolis, a large fortress designed to act as the first line of defense for Ischyros. A strong army is maintained by means of the Citizen-Levy – an onus placed upon each man of a certain age to maintain arms and armour in defense of his homeland. Typically, men are expected to serve for five years, to then be dismissed back to a civilian life. Interestingly, only the better off classes join as the Ischyros Comitatenses, well trained and equipped regular infantry, while the lower classes join the army as Limitanei and skirmishers. 3’000 Medium Infantry(Comitatenses), 3’000 Archers(Limitanei), 4’000 Light Infantry(Limitanei) Mysticism: 1 Religion and magic play a moderate role in the City of Ischyros. While the Council of Sorcerors wields much influence over the Senate and the Lower Assemblies, most citizens think but little of magic, preferring to perform the basic acts of piety and to continue on with their lives, leaving the tending of the God of Magic to those who actually practice magic. Key Figure 1: Aeropas, an influential senator and general, rival to Koinos. Key Figure 2: Koinos, an influential senator and general, rival to Aeropas. Key Figure 3: Tyrimmas, an ancient scholar and head of the Council of Sorcerors. Unique Unit: Palatini Comitatenses Extremely well trained and disciplined infantry, the Palatini Comitatenses represent the absolute cream of an Ischyros Legion, and find themselves well led and equipped. They are professional soldiers, unlike the citizen-soldiers of the Ischyros Army, and it is a status that shows. ((Replaces heavy infantry, nothing particularly special except great discipline.)) Hidden Fruit: Lichi
  4. The_Mad_Skylord

    The Disunited States of America

    OHIO -The Ohioan Army adopts a new standard issue firearm – the M1863 Springfield Rifled Musket. -The Ohioan Army is expanded by a further 16’000 infantry and 4’000 cavalry, many of them officers and troops formerly of the Hoosier Army. In addition, several regiments of artillery are created – 40 rifled cannons, 40 24pdrs, 40 Gatling guns and a further 80 12pdr Napoleons are distributed to the new batteries. -The Cincinnati League is officially former, with both Ohio and Indiana surrendering their foreign policy and military powers to the League, along with many economic and civil powers, essentially forming a new union. -Michigan is “invited” to join the Cincinnati League.
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    [RP] Dawn of Divinity

    EXITIUS, LORD OF DRAGONS Time twisted and turned, always turning, never ceasing. The Creator and the Concept had long been forgotten to the minds of mortals, and even Gods had pushed ponderings about time to the back of their heads, always there but rarely mentioned. But time flowed onwards, changing the lives of the mortals and warping the great canvas that was the World-Sphere, always effected by the games played by the Divines, a constant chess board of moves and counter-moves, actions born from planning or born from vitriol and spite. Occasionally even born from a strange form of incestuous infatuation. For endless millenia, violence and innovation, debauchery and charity, life and death had reigned supreme over the World-Sphere, arguably beyond the actions even of the few all powerful beings of divinity. The world had settled into a pattern – perhaps that had been the intention of Ao, eons ago, for now even the Gods playing their games were a part of this great game of creation. But such games were tiring, and the Lord of Dragons was weary, desirous not of more world altering action, but of rest. And yet, his ears were never closed. Powerful muscles rippled beneath his scales, as Exitius idly sailed across the world he had helped to build. The Mountains of Madness, near the chasm of Ixthalizzum, called to him – his home since the Destruction of the Great Mountain on Exitium, and the planting of his Venandi creations upon the Great Continent. There was a cave, in those mountains, where he would lay his weary head and rest for a few centuries, until plots called his attention once more. For now, his son Tyrannos had work to do, to unite the tribes and to fulfill his destiny. At least, that had been the intention of the Dragon God, until the cries of a dying dragon drew his eyes and his will towards her. She lay bleeding, her organs torn and ripped from the sheer effort of her exertions. Exitius peered into her nest, hoarse breath expelled from his nose as he sniffed the air, surprising himself with what he discovered. For her part, the she-dragon vainly struggled, desperately trying to haul herself to her feet to defend the very thing that had killed her – her eggs. For a long moment, Exitius simply admired her courage and her love, and considered saving the Mother but her soul already lay in the grasp of the Lion Vu’u, and it was not proper to interfere in such matters. Instead, the Lord of the Great Serpents offered comfort. ”Pass in peace, my child, for your eggs will know no harm so long as I protect them.” Surprised, the mother-dragon considered her Lord for the brief seconds remaining in her life, before passing to the realm of Kaha-na-Buhu. It fell now to the God of Destruction to indulge in the principals of Ixthalizzum. The irony of a God of Death adopting a nest of dragon eggs was somewhat overwhelming, even to Exitius himself. Examining the eggs brought more surprise – most nests only had one to three eggs, and the Mother-Dragon had laid a huge brood. Scale slithered over scale as Exitius coiled himself to gawk and to ponder. A brood of ten eggs. Ten gods had laid the foundations of this world, and surely this must be a consequence of the ever fluctuating threads that made the World-Sphere spin. This was a brood deserving not only protection and survival, but also blessings. Centuries would pass in this cave, as the Lord of Dragons (and now apparently the God of Adoption) raised his brood. The hatchlings, basking daily in the divine power of a god quickly showed attributes somewhat different to typical dragon young. They quickly proved themselves faster, stronger and far more intelligent than their fellows. Exitius watched their growth with not just the interest of a curious god, but also the interest of a fond father. Each year showed the little dragon hatchlings grow at thrice the rate of a normal dragon, until it became time to cast them from the Nest. And cast they were, sent by their regretful father into the wider world, with greater gifts than even the strongest of dragons. They were blessed, not just with greater strength and size, but also great speed and intelligence near that of a sentient race, with a natural affinity for the cruder and more elemental forms of magic. They grew thrice the size of other dragons, but the power with which they had been bathed had created negative effects. All dragons were ageless, but typically were not fast breeders. These few children of Exitius would never have eggs of their own, and they would feel great blood thirst and treasure lust, prompting them to raid and slaughter as they willed it. They would, over time, come to have names outwith the thoughts of their fellow dragonkind, known to mortals as Morrigan, Arawn, Banba Catha, Camalus, Gywnwas, Epona, Myrrdin, Taranus, Fianna and the greatest of their number, Dagda, known collectively as the Great Dragons. For these many decades and centuries, Exitius had rested himself, enthralled at the prospect of raising his young hatchlings, but now the God uncoiled himself and left his nest, to continue his plotting anew. Long centuries had gone by, and long had his dear son, Tyrannos, been dead. His grandson, Archon I - who history would come to know as Archon the Great - would experience the full benefit of his favour. It was late in the night, when the Lord of Dragons appeared before his offspring, cast in the fur of Venandi, rather than the scale of dragon. Archon, for his part, woke swiftly to gawk at the intruder, who seemed nearly to burst with magical power. “You are my flesh and my blood.” a voice thundered through the mind of the young God-King. ”For this, you shall receive my divine favour.” the voice was followed by a violent flash, that exploded across the eyes and mind of the God-Touched, rendering him near unconscious. ”You may use this gift as you see fit, Child, but know that i crave some form of amusement for my troubles. I suggest you experiment with my generosity on your nearest neighbours – in Carda.” And then, as if it had never happened, Exitius was gone and Archon I was left alone to ponder what he had been given. ACTIONS -Exitius adopts and raises a young brood of orphaned dragons. Growing up bathed in his divine power, however, changes them. These dragons, known as the Great Dragons, become God-touched with an unusual thirst for blood and treasure. They possess great power, but cannot have hatchlings of their own. Bitter and violent, as well as extremely intelligent and dangerous, these dragons cannot be tamed, and it will be a brave mortal that attempts to slay them. 8 AP to make god-touched. -Exitius grants to his Great Grandson, Archon I of the Venandi, and the Venandi in general, a great inspiration and talent for military organisation. Archon will lay the groundwork for incredible military systems and organistions over the course of his reign, revolving around what will become known as the Venandi Phalanx. 4 AP for gift of technology. -Exitius instructs the King of the Venandi, Archon I, to make full use of his gift, going so far as to suggest he launch a true invasion of Carda. 1 AP for influence god-touched. 2 AP
  6. The_Mad_Skylord

    1912; The Great War

    -The Naval Bill of 1919 begin, and the Royal Navy begins to decommission the 50 pre-dreadnoughts still in service. The process is done deliberately slowly, to allow new ships to be built in their place. 8 Revenge-class Dreadnoughts and 4 Queen Anne-class Dreadnoughts are the first ships produced to replace the pre-dreadnoughts. In addition, the Royal Navy announce the brand new Britannia-class Dreadnought, and 5 are laid down in 1919. The new Britannia-class: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/N3-class_battleship -The Colonial Rearmament Bill of 1919 is also announced, and the British Raj, and the Dominions of South Africa, Australia and New Zealand begin active campaigns to expand their militaries. In South Africa, an army of 40’000 mounted infantry is planned, capable of moving quickly and efficiently across the African Veld. In addition, a further 200’000 natives are recruited into Native Colonial Divisions. In addition, the British Raj expands the British Indian Army from 500’000 men, to 600’000 men. The ANZACs are once again established, with 100’000 men being the target for active forces. -A Naval Reform Committee is sent to the Russian Union, headed up by Admiral Jackie Fisher and consisting of prominent officers, engineers and designers from within the Royal Navy. In addition, all member states of the Russian Union are guaranteed a discount in British Shipyards. -The Gibraltar Garrison is once again reinstated in full force, and a new Mediterranean Squadron once again sets sail for Gibraltar, remilitarising the Med. 3 dreadnoughts, accompanied by 2 battlecruisers, 10 heavy cruisers, 6 light cruisers and 24 destroyers make their base at the Rock.
  7. The_Mad_Skylord

    [RP] Dawn of Divinity

    EXITIUS, LORD OF DESTRUCTION Rock shifted deep in the mountains, as a great scaled body twisted over itself. Scale like diamond glittered and danced in the limited light, scraping rock and leaving light gouges as it passed. The sound of heavy breathing filled the space, and a low chuckle issued forth, as Exitius surveyed the work of his fellow Godlings. Red eyes shone, cutting through the darkness, and magical power roiled off the avatar, as the God of Chaos considered his next plan. The Dragon descended the mountain, powerful wings propelling him downhill. For several weeks, he flew overhead, looking for something, but also for nothing. After his long search, he came across a band of Kin practicing their arts in a forest clearing, performing magic and blood ritual, forging the weapons for which they were famed. Descending, the Avatar took on a different form altogether, and soon stood not as a dragon, but as a huge Venandi, coiled with scale and black as pitch, and covered with red tribal tattoos. As soon as he entered the clearing, there was silence and hostility. No word was spoken, no gesture was made, as Kin quickly assembled a semi-circle around the Lord of Destruction. Without so much as a warning, they struck, magic exploding from their bodies. Without so much as a second passing, they were broken, crawling in the mud, their heads in their hands and screaming silently, words incapable of escaping their mouths. Eventually, Exitius grew tired of their screaming, and fixed the minds he had broken without so much as an ounce of effort. As they crawled and begged his mercy, for now they knew he was their Lord and they feared his wrath. After a few moments of basking in their worship (or perhaps it was a few hours, immortality did confuse one’s notion of time) Exitius displayed to them his will. ”You are mine, but I am a loving master, and upon my faithful I have deigned to grant two gifts.” Their squirming stopped, and now they watched the black Venandi with extreme interest. “The first gift I shall bestow upon you is one of knowledge. To you, my faithful, I give the knowledge of my favoured creatures, the Great Serpents – known to you as Dragons.” With another violent flash in their minds, and some more tortured screaming, Exitius planted his gift of technology – the Venandi and the Kin would hence forth know how to tame dragons, enabling to ride them and to use their shed scales and other such things in crafting. A cold smile came across the features of the God, as the Black Venandi pointed his claw at the youngest and fairest of the Kin present. “My second gift is one that will unite the Venandi clans. You will bear a child – my child - and he and his descendants shall be blessed with my favour and my power, to rule forever as the Kings of all Venandi.” If the young Kin was horrified or shocked, it did not show – Venandi chose their mates for strength and power, and none could match the power of their Creator.... Actions -Exitius commands his avatar to give the knowledge of dragon taming to the Venandi/Kin. 4 AP -Exitius fathers a line of “demi-gods” who will unite the Venandi clans into a single kingdom and rule them as their monarchs. The first of these God-touched is the first Venandi king, King Tyrannos the Progenitor. 8 AP 1 AP remaining.
  8. The_Mad_Skylord

    The Disunited States of America

    10am, Sunday, 10/05/1863 - Day One of the Battle of Andersontown - 6 miles from the City BG McCook’s Division HQ Leather creaked as men shifted uncomfortably in their saddles, watching as General Edward M. McCook stood silently on the gentle slope, surveying the long lines of the Hoosier defences, a myriad of trenches, earthworks and low walls, curving around the strategic hub of Andersontown. He wasn’t the only man watching, as Generals Keifer and Quantrill looked over the field themselves, and the various colonels underneath them did the same. There were low murmurs of complaint as they continued to observe the defenses. Finally Quantrill, tired of the silence of his divisional commander, deigned to comment upon their apparently hopeless task. “He’s mad. Roberston is mad - there’s no way in hell we can take that position. There’s got to be fifty thousand men down there, and at least a couple hundred guns! He’s going to charge us straight into those lines, and they’ll cut us down like dogs! We oughta make a complaint to General Sherman.” McCook was apparently used to the attitude of his subordinate said nothing, but Keifer clearly couldn’t resist making a comment. “Mad or not, he’s our commanding general, and General Sherman is miles away, we’ll have lost this battle long before we can make a complaint.” The two men, obviously not friends, began to bicker then, in low voices to begin with. Slowly, General McCook lowered his binoculars and straightened his uniform coat, scratching his face for a long time as he turned to watch the first of the skirmishers and the last of the cavalry arrive. It was General Kennedy, arriving with his staff and his general’s banner that finally prompted McCook to break his silence. “Gentlemen, I want skirmishing lines. Divide your brigades by regiment and then by company and deploy them against the enemy. General Robertson wants to know the ground and their dispositions, so I want mounted and dismounted skirmishers, offering support to General Kennedy’s Brigade.” long cigar was plucked from his jacket pocket then, and cut to shape. He struck a match, lit it and, taking a deep puff exhaled the smoke. “Step to it now, boys, I’ve got to make a report to the Lieutenant-General when he arrives - I’d like to have something to report.” Salutes then, and scrambling into saddles as generals departed with staff, leaving General McCook to continue staring down at the field, smoking his cigar. “Mad bastard indeed.. What on earth is he thinking?” He muttered gently, shaking ash into the breeze. If his staff had heard him, they said nothing, but those words hung there in that breeze, lingering in the air, as artillery was drawn up and into positions, infantry arrived and the first rifle cracks were heard out yonder, as the cavalry and skirmishers began to engage. 11am, 5 miles from the City, 1st Ohio Cavalry “Captain Simmerson!” Called out the loud voice of the bombastic George A. Custer, commanding officer of the 1st Ohio Cavalry. “Take your company to the left and dismount to skirmish!” With a loud “Yessir!” Simmerson was off, black clad cavalrymen peeling off and falling in behind him, sabers rattling and clattering as they hastily hauled Sharps Carbines from holsters on their saddles. The rest of the 1st, formed up largely on open ground, stood at ease, watering horses and lounging in saddles, as Custer stood high in his stirrups, staring intently at enemy movements. The skirmishing had been unusually bloody, and Custer knew for a fact that Colonel James S. Robinson of the 2nd Sharpshooters had been nearly decapitated by an enemy sabre. The Hoosiers had cavalry on the field, trying to chase down Ohioan sharpshooters and skirmishers, and Custer had orders to do the same to their cavalry. The bulk of his column had formed up behind a small lip, partially concealed to a charging regiment. The Colonel peered through his looking glasses. “Sabres!” Called out the young Ohioan, as he whipped his own out of his scabbard, and began wheeling it around in the air. Simmerson was running, having fired enough shots to draw a brigade of Indianian cavalry down on him like a flock of wolves. Hooves thundered across the fields as Hoosiers descended upon Simmerson, steadily catching up with the junior officer and his company. But that had been the plan, and already Ohioan cavalry were scrambling back onto their mounts, sabres glittering in the May sun as the regiment formed up to charge. Custer waved his sword, clearly happy with himself. “Cavalry will advance to walk!- B-att-al-ion! Walk!” As one, the lines moved forwards, Custer sat in the centre, preening like a buffoon. His uniform, made for him by his own tailor, was far more splendid that that possessed by most of the generals. Fine cotton, wool and silk, golden buttons, and leather boots polished to the highest shine. He made another flamboyant gesture with his blade. “Cavalry will advance to trot!- B-att-al-ion! Trot!” The Indianians were close on the tail of the Simmerson now, and one could almost imagine the sweat on the Captain’s face, as he imagined the sabre that could be entering his back at any moment now. “Cavalry will advance to canter!- B-att-al-ion! Canter!” Custer was coming in fast now, glancing over his shoulder to check the condition of his regiment. For their part, they streamed happily behind their colonel, as eager as he to get into the first major action of what would be a major battle. Judging his moment, Custer rose his sabre from his shoulder, and booted his steed, the blade now quivering at its full extent in his hand. His cry was so loud it could near be heard by McCook, over a mile away on his little hill, watching his division engage and waiting on General Robertson. “CHAAAAARRRGGGE!” 12:30pm, 6 miles from the City LG Robertson’s Army Headquarters It was near noon when the last of the first Corps arrived, and Robertson, the commanding general himself, had been standing on the small hillock McCook had occupied for nearly three hours as troops arrived. Aforementioned McCook was behind him,flanked by Harrison, Kautz, Ewing, Hickenlooper, Grant and Sheridan. Only Grant and Hickenlooper looked half-ways happy stood there - of all the command staff, only they had advocated continuing the advance, and even Grant was beginning to look green as he was forced to stare across that wide empty field, with two corps of enemy troops heavily dug in around the city. Idly, Robertson took to scraping out and lighting a pipe, jamming it into his mouth and quietly puffing away, as he stroked the long red beard in thought. Eventually he turned away and strolled down the gentle slope, to a camping table set up underneath a tent with the sides removed. Removing the pipe from his mouth, he wet his lips, and to the amazement of everyone present, began to smile. “Gentlemen.” He drawled in a strange mix of a Scottish and an American accent. “It’s perfect - we’ll crush them here and then march on to Indianapolis.” General Sheridan openly gawked at his commander, while General Harrison’s mouth moved without sound, eyes bulging as he vainly tried to protest through his shock. Who was this man, to make a claim such as this? A claim such as this in the face of a position like that, no less! But Robertson didn’t notice, or rather, paid no mind to Harrison’s objections - he had heard it all before. Caution, caution, caution! Caution! Caution didn’t win wars! Audentes Fortuna iuvat! The pipe returned to the General’s mouth as he smoothed out the map and began pointing out positions. “General Ewing, focus your artillery along the Indianian left - I want you to blast those bastards out of their positions. Bring every gun you can to bear - pulverise them! You may begin as soon as you have enough ammunition brought up, I want your guns firing till nightfall. General Harrison, you’ll position your Corps I along our left, opposite their right - take your time in deploying and make it obvious, I want them preparing for an attack on their right.” Here Roberston paused to take his pipe out of his mouth again, tapping the butt of the pipe gently on the table. “General Hickenlooper, you’ll form up your divisions in the center - you are the reserve, I want you ready for when I need you.” Hickenlooper actually disappointed, desperate as he had been to participate in the attack. Eyes began to look to Kautz, the only man left who didn’t have orders. Again, the Lieutenant-General seemed oblivious to the tension in the room, eyes drawn down to the map again. “General Kautz, you will form up your divisions on our right. I want you to spend the rest of the day studying the terrain and the defences.” Kautz went a very delicate shade of white, already understanding what Robertson intended, and Harrison went a very bright shade of red, looking as if he were about to burst, but still Robertson went on, ever the man in command. “You will attack, Kautz, in the early morning. Ewing and Harrison will draw their attention with their bombardment and demonstrations over the rest of today, and you will go under the guns at first light in the morning. Harrison will follow you on the left once you have engaged.” Standing straight and stretching out his back, Robertson turned to ask questions when Harrison finally snapped. “By Christ, you’re mad! We can’t take that position with forty thousand men - it isn’t possible!” Robertson looked at him for a long time, the beard hiding much of his facial expressions. “Benjamin.” His voice was soft, and he wasn’t angry, but he was firm. “We can, and we will.” Harrison simply stared, open mouthed, and finally nodded, as the assembled generals dispersed back to their individual commands, and Robertson returned to staring across that wide field, thinking, as the first batteries of cannon began to fire. A thick smog covered the field, as hundreds of cannon blasted each other, long red flashes as guns discharged and heavy thumps as cannonballs struck the earth. That smoke, however, did little to hide the movements on the Ohioan left, as Harrison assembled his divisions and brigades and began deploying them to their positions. The drums rattled, the pipes played and the flags fluttered as the ranks of black clad Ohioan infantry paraded before the Indianian forces, clearly massed for an attack but never advancing. Finally night began to fall, and the tired Ohioan soldiers made camp, while their generals and officers fraternized with each other, each anxious for the coming fight - and all believing their commanding officer to be a reckless and incompetent madman… 6am, Monday, 11/04/1863, Day Two of the Battle of Andersontown, 4 Miles from the City Kautz’s Corps, on the Right The first rays of golden sunshine began to appear over the horizon, when the peaceful morning was shattered by a sound the Indianian troops knew all too well - but it was a noise coming from the wrong flank. “Form up the division!” Thundered Ulysses Grant, as his men shuffled to their positions, the rattle of the drums following them all them way. Tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch tch-tch tatatatatr tch-tch tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch tch-tch tatatatata tch-tch. The lines quickly formed, infantry forming their ranks and their lines, banners fluttering in the breeze, while Kautz looked silently onwards, before finally giving the order to advance. The cry went up across the field, ordered by one man, and then echoed in that thunderous repetition by thousands of others. “F-o-rwards m-arch!” Across the flank, the shout went up again, and forwards went the men of Corps II, of Kautz’s Corps, across that long and empty field, onto those trenches and stakes. Grant, now commanding a division, was forced to watch his forces advance from a distance at which he could adequately observe to command - the same could not be said of his subordinates, Generals Hayes and Crook. Hayes, leading the attack, strode at the fore of his brigade, sword drawn and flourished in the air. Drums rapped as the infantry advanced, precise ranks of black clad infantry, carrying their rifles on their shoulders. Hayes adjusted his hat, somewhat nervously, each step bringing he and his men closer to the enemy line. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Step after slow step. How easy it was to send men to death. Hayes turned slightly, checking the advance of his men. Half a mile now. The Hoosiers had to be waking up, they had to. Ten thousand men weren’t quiet, they had to have heard the advance. Clearly they hadn’t, Hayes noted anxiously, for no guns fired and no muskets cracked. They were going to make it. A quarter of a mile. Should he give the order for double quick? No, no, he had to hold his nerve, they were nearly there. He could see movement now, Indianians scrambling out of bed, hasty musketry cracked out, but little hit. His men kept coming, their sergeants forcing them to remain in their formations, not to give in to the blood lust. He could give the Hoosiers a volley now. No, it was too far still, he had to hold his nerve. They had advanced into short range, and shots were starting to hit now, Ohioans went down and a lucky blast of a cannon raked the line with cannister. But too late! Ohioan infantry stood near toe-to-toe with their Indianian counterparts, and Hayes raised his sword high. “Bri-ga-de! Halt! Make ready!” A hasty halt, followed by thousands of men pulling back the cock on their muskets. “Present!” As one the brigade pointed their muzzles straight into the face of panicking enemy infantry. “Fire!” The Hoosiers disappeared into blood and smoke, many of them simply mowed down by a point blank volley. “Fix bayonets!” Steel slivered out of scabbards, and unsteady hand hastily fitted them into position, before charging their firearm. “Charge!” Robertson, near a mile away, watched and waited, having declined his breakfast to observe the opening actions of his infantry. He glanced to an aide. “Major Dennison, my compliments to Generals Harrison and Ewing, but they may begin preparations for their own attacks.” The Major, a young nephew of the Governor of Ohio’s, galloped off, to deliver the orders that would send thousands of men to their dooms. 8am, 6 Miles from the City MG Harrison’s Headquarters Kautz, it seemed, had made it. Harrison stood staring across at the opposite flank, though he could see little now in the smoke and dust thrown up by the heavy fighting. He turned his attention back to his own Corps, as Ewing’s guns began continuing their long range bombardment, smashing the Hoosier forces with accurate gunfire and all but suppressing their guns. A messenger arrived to Harrison’s position, chest heaving from the distance he had needed to run - clearly thrown by his horse. “General Ewing’s compliments, Sir, but he instructs me to tell you that you will need to attack now, before he depletes too much ammunition to offer you support.” Harrison glanced over to him and grunted in ill humour. “My compliments to my divisional generals - they may begin their advance.” The poor messenger nodded and hastily hurried off to deliver the message, as Harrison turned back to his looking glasses. Not long afterwards, blocks of men began to advance, and Harrison had no choice but to watch his troops advance across the field into what was almost certainly death, and to his mind, total defeat, but orders were order. After near an hour, the General ordered his horse saddled, and rode down the field, to get a spot he could perhaps see from. Reports had been flowing in for a long time now, reports of Hoosiers being forced back and back and back. The day went on, and gradually cannons fell silent as they depleted the ammunition in the front baggage, but the infantry kept onwards, forcing the lines back ever further. General Harrison, surprised and somewhat regretful, rode close to the lines, shouting encouragement and being on hand to give fresh orders to his troops. Eventually, night began to fall and the muskets began to fall silent, and ragged and battered regiments began to make camp again, the battle for the day over. 8pm, 6 miles from the City Robertson met his staff that evening, tired looking men who were awkward in the company of the man they thought totally clueless. “We’ll drive home the attack in the morning, gentlemen. Harrison and Kautz will continue to push their successes, and General Hickenlooper will drive the victory home by advancing on their centre.” This time, there were no objections and the general staff filed out quietly, clearly beginning to regret their doubts about General Robertson’s mental faculties. For his part, Robertson simply sat, rocking backwards and forwards in his rocking chair. In the morning, he would shatter this enemy army and strike down the road to their capital. 7am, Tuesday, 12/05/1863, Day Three of the Battle of Andersontown, 6 Miles from the City General Robertson’s Staff Little time was wasted on reengaging, and early in the morning, Robertson watched as Kautz and Harrison swept forwards, supported by Ewing’s guns, to finish the battle. Time dragged, hour after hour of constant, bloody combat. “The enemy are holding their ground better today.” Hickenlooper remarked idly to General Robertson, whose divisions were the only ones not yet engaged. Hickenlooper, eager to be in the fight, simply nodded, as the men descend back into silence. Hours of combat went by, and finally Robertson, yet again peering through his binoculars, turned to his aide. “The time, Dennison?” The young major, startled after such a long period of silence, fumbled a gold pocket watch out and hastily checked the time. “Three o’clock, sir!” Robertson, nodded for a moment or so. “Very well, mark 3:05pm as the time General Hickenlooper was ordered to engage.” Hickenlooper glanced to Robertson in surprise, the Lieutenant-General offered his hand to shake. “Godspeed, Andrew.” Shaking it vigourously, HIckenlooper let out a great cry and galloped to his command. “A clear road, Major Dennison, we have a clear road to Indianapolis.” ----- -An ordnance and logistics corps is founded. -Expansion of Ohio’s civilian industry occurs, with an especial emphasis placed on steel production. -Excess supplies and ammunition is sent to NY via Virginia. -News of the victory at Andersontown is plastered in every paper in Ohio, intended to create support for the army and the government. -Rockefeller is sponsored in his attempts to find oil in Ohio. -Ohio sends a military delegation and an attaché to New York
  9. The_Mad_Skylord

    1912 (OOC)

    APPLICATION Discord Name; The Mad Skylord GREAT BRITAIN AND HER EMPIRE https://youtu.be/akbzRuZmqVM The British Empire, upon which the Sun never set. Stretching from America, to Europe, to Africa, to Asia and to Oceania, the British Empire was the single largest Empire yet to exist upon the face of the Earth. Economically and industrially, she reigned supreme in the face of all challengers, before the turn of the century, at least. In 1900, the Home Islands were, for want of a better description, sick. The lives and conditions of the poor were ghastly, and the nation was rampant with diseases such as cholera. Unfortunately for Great Britain, a healthy people is required to fund such a vast global Empire, and her industrial and military sectors struggled with such poor recruits and employees. One third of Boer War volunteers had to be turned away by reason of being medically unfit for service. However, the Empire prevailed. A series of social reforms were passed by both Liberal and Conservative governments, centred upon the all important National Insurance, from which workers were provided their sick pay. This recovered the state of the nation somewhat, and by 1912, Great Britain remained the leader of the world, ruling her colonies and the oceans by means of the vast Royal Navy, without doubt the greatest fleet ever built. The dreadnought, which first came into service in 1906 (literally HMS Dreadnought), would become the beating heart of that great fleet. The Germans, desperate to eclipse British Naval Power, or at least challenge it through Tirpitz's Risk Theory, attempted in vain to outproduce British shipyards. Even as it stands, after the Great War, the Royal Navy still commands as many dreadnoughts as both the American and the German Navies combined - the Kraut will have to try harder, if he intends to catch up still. 1914 saw the beginning of the Great War, and it was here the Empire faltered. Set upon from all sides, with her Russian allies in a Civil War and her French Allies proving incapable of halting the German menace - Britain lost many of her overseas territories. But it is not the end, for the Royal Navy still rules the waves and the Kraut broke his armies upon the gates of France! The German Empire may have stolen swathes of British colonies, concessions might have been made to the Italians, and to the Austrians, but it was not the end! Britain may have been defeated, but the Central Powers broke their armies in their lust for colonial power, and the Imperial Lion lurks across the Channel, ever ready to reclaim her Empire - for the colonies are nothing, whether they are held or lost matters little, so long as Brittania Rules the Waves, she rules the World! Nation’s Government Type and Leader/Party; Constitutional Monarchy, the Conservative Party under Stanley Baldwin. Nation’s relative army/navy statistics (If you can’t find any pm me); 30 dreadnoughts, 50 pre-dreadnoughts, 9 battlecruisers, 110 heavy cruisers, 25 light cruisers, 140 destroyers, 80 torpedo boats and 80 submarines. The British Army remains small, as standing armies go, but extremely professional. In addition to the British Expeditionary Force, there are the Colonial Forces, the Indians, the Anzacs, the Canadians, the South Africans and the African Natives - all saw service in the Great War, and all will see service again.  
  10. The_Mad_Skylord

    [RP] Dawn of Divinity

    And so the Venandi waged war against all who opposed then - Warpacks and Warbands roving far and near in that ceaseless thirst for blood, Great Chiefs and Kings rising and falling, oft to the very swords they led for a time, constant, brutal conflict, with little to show for it. The nature of this battle displeased Exitius, who had expected more from his creatures than a pointless lust for blood. Oh, for sure, there were great kings and generals among their numbers, leading their warriors to incredible victories over their does, but it was bland, and constant. Achieving victory simply delayed the inevitable defeats. The Venandi could win, but lacked the power to capitalise on those winnings. Part of the God of Destruction wondered if it had been his fault, his fault for not providing enough talent for magic and ingenuity. That could be fixed, though, with a little tinkering. And so, over the course of decades, Exitius blended into the numbers of the Venandi in their own form, rising to power not as a general, but as a great practitioner of the magic he had helped to create. War Sorcerer, Battle Mage, the Venandi called him, and in his desire to fix the flaws of his creations, the God gave them power. Over the Venandi, great magical power was wielded. He searched, ceaselessly, for those baring the spark, for either magic or creation, and twisted their talent to greater levels. And then, in a cruel ceremony of blood magics, Exitius created the first of the Kin. Identical to Venandi, save for the dragon scale curling around their forearms and lower legs, the Kin were created to fulfill the needs of Venandi society. Great Sorcerers and Craftsmen, they wield magic marked by the hands of Exitius, benefitting Venandi society by either following Warpacks to battle as War Sorcerers, or forging arms and armour imbued with their own peculiar magic. The Kin, however, can only be created by another Kin. Snatched at the first sign of a Spark, Venandi pups are subjected to brutal and cruel trials, and finally transformed upon reaching puberty in a ritual that is like to kill as much as change. Satisfied with this, Exitius turned his eyes to other matters, as he pondered his Great Serpents and the uses he had for them. Returning to Exitium, the Lord of Chaos began to reforge that which had been destroyed, carving bone, tendon and sinew from the very air into which it had been blasted. Again, Exitius gave flesh to his Godly form, inhabiting the Great Dragon with a shard of his soul, and setting off to the Mountains near Ixthalizzum's chasm, to watch his creations grow... -Creation of a sub-race, the Kin, Venandi blessed with magical abilities not apparent in their lesser brethren. 5 AP -Recreation of the Great Dragon, Exitius' avatar. 5 AP 3 AP remaining.
  11. The_Mad_Skylord

    [RP] Dawn of Divinity

    A mournful Exitius stalked his lonely kingdom, now a shattered realm. Most of his dragons fled, his mountain destroyed and his creations broken. He came upon a pack of cowering Venandi, who had hidden underground while the Battle had raged, clearly thinking the Underway safer than the wrath of two deities. Looking upon his children, Exitius felt pity, and so he willed into them greater power, status, greater life. For millennia, these creatures had hunted using their savage wits and wicked weapons, and that gift would serve them well now. Of all the creatures to roam the earth, the Venandi would be the most savage and warlike - but also the greatest tacticians and strategists. From their ranks would spring warriors of myth, and generals of legend. Furthermore, Exitius removed his race from Exitium, scattering them across the World-Sphere to begin their new born civilisation, with many rivals to choose from. -Create Race - 10 AP 5 AP remains.
  12. The_Mad_Skylord

    1912; The Great War

    EMPIRE OF BRAZIL Late 1918 + Early 1919 THE IMPERIAL BRAZILIAN NAVY With the ever growing status of the Brazilian Navy, the powers that be officially change their focus. Upon the completion of the fourth and final dreadnought, as well as the completion of the last two armoured cruisers, the Brazilian fleet will stand at 4 Dreadnaughts, 12 Cruisers, 33 destroyers and 25 torpedo boats. Following this, the shipyards are instructed to construct 2 Battlecruisers, a further 7 destroyers, 20 light cruisers and 35 torpedo boats. The hope is that these ships will be ready for 1920-1921. In addition, a campaign to modernise the ranging and targeting gauges on the fleet's guns goes underway - the Brazilian Navy prioritises extremely long range accuracy, and a significant amount of money is invested into improving devices to allow this, which will give the IBN a significant advantage over the enemy. Finally, the fleet begins extensive manoeuvres, practicing copiously to push their engines and mobility to the limit, all the while emphasising accuracy and precision in gunnery - especially over long distances. THE IMPERIAL BRAZILIAN ARMY As German arms continue to flow into Brazil, attempts are made to improve the quality of Brazilian troops. Serbian officers from the Imperial Military Academy are tasked with drilling and inspecting troops, improving things like discipline, hand to hand combat, gunnery etc. In addition, the cavalry is formally disbanded, having proved useless in the previous conflict. Their horses are used to provide the National Guard with mounts, and the rest are issued to the artillery and logistics forces. Finally, the army is expanded to a grand total of 200’000 men, from a previous force of 175’000. In addition, limited conscription is brought into being, with a grand total of 500’000 men being the goal of the reserves, trained in small batches over a short period each year. THE ECONOMY In an effort to cope with such expansion, taxes are raised by 1%. Meanwhile, with Brazilian industry in the main coastal cities now extensive and concentrated, efforts go to industrialising the newly sprung up inland cities. Mines especially receive a high priority, while factories and the like are also considered a key requirement in the Brazilian industrial machine. FOREIGN POLICY In Guiana, troops are committed to rooting out insurgents - heavy shelling is used to drive out insurgent groups, straight into the arms of waiting Brazilian troops, in a kind of stationary creeping barrage. In addition, Dutch settlers who betray Brazilian column are interned and French settlers are expatriated back to their mother land. The natives are obviously left alone, often free to simply assume the property of interned or banished European colonists - they are also provided Brazilian citizenship. A trade deal with Italy is made. Colombia and Peru, both small states with micro navies - are approached by the Brazilian Government. Brazil, with the 8th largest fleet in the world, and the largest in South America, offers to guard Peruvian and Colombian shipping in return for a contribution to the Brazilian Naval Budget. In addition, Brazil offers contracts to aid in the expansion of both nation's Merchant Marines. Peru is already an ally and under the protection of Brazil, but Brazil also offers to Guarantee the Independence of Colombia, pledging to defend their close neighbors. Bolivia, land locked and also under Brazilian protection, is offered exclusive docking rights in a medium sized Brazilian coastal city, and Brazil offers to create a Merchant Marine for Bolivia - which Brazil will protect in return for a contribution to the Naval Budget. Actions -Naval Reforms -Army Reforms -Economic and industrial reforms -Italian trade deal -Internment of Dutch paramilitaries and potential insurgents, expatriation of French dissidents and military action against enemy troops in Guiana. -Deals offered to Bolivia, Peru and Colombia. -Brazil begins to refit some of her field guns. Tear guns are adapted to fire in a much flatter ark, allowing them to hit a target near to them. Additionally, they are adapted to fire a smaller version of ship armour piercing shells - the goal is a gun that will be perfect for destroying tanks.
  13. The_Mad_Skylord

    1912; The Great War

    THE EMPIRE OF BRAZIL WAR WITH THE NETHERLANDS As the war in Indonesia picked up steam, Brazil officially declares war on the Kingdom of the Netherlands, in support of her close ally, the Empire of Japan. This declaration of war is followed by immediate naval actions against Dutch ships and shipping in the Eastern Atlantic Ocean, along with an invasion of Dutch Guiana. FRENCH GUIANA As the French Civil War continues in all its terrible fury, a decision was made deep in the Imperial Palace in Rio de Janeiro. French Guiana, long a mistreated and misruled colony, is occupied by Corps III of the Imperial Brazilian Army, numbering 40’000 men. Advancing swiftly along the coast, the 3rd Corps engages any French colonials and simply attempts to bring the main population centres under Brazilian control. Additionally, food and medical aid are distributed to the populace, long victims of European greed. INDUSTRIAL DEVELOPMENT Brazilian industrial development continues, with increased funding being set aside for development of mining and industry in reclaimed rainforest, as well as for the continued development of industry in the coastal cities. FRONTINISM The Brazilian Ideology, Frontinism, has not stopped or slowed down despite the failure to seize power in the latest election. Speeches, rallies and events are held daily in Brazil, and the Frontinists publish an economic plan, the 4 Year Plan, which largely operates around continued industrialisation and a renewed focus on social responsibility. The Frontinists coin the term “A strong Brazilian is a strong Brazil.” and begin to promote strong militant nationalism. All across South America, the Frontinist movement begins to grow, with a rise in Pan-Latin nationalism and South American militarism, as more and more propaganda is churned out and the movement continues to expand, with the focus being placed on a strong, united and indivisible South America. ----- -Declaration of war on the Netherlands. Invasion of Dutch Guiana. [MOD] -Occupation of French Guiana. [MOD] -Full Brazilian citizenship granted to the people of Guiana. [MOD] -Continued industrialisation. [MOD] -The rise of Frontinism. [MOD]
  14. The_Mad_Skylord

    1912; The Great War

    -Economic endeavours continue. [MOD] -Military development continues. [MOD] -Industrialists from Spain, France and Sweden are offered Brazilian citizenship should they leave their civil war torn nations and invest into Brazil. In addition, they are guaranteed heavy subsidies for five years, massive tax cuts until substantial profits are being made and cheap sites for factories. [MOD] -Scandal topples the Brazilian Government, and an election is called. While most parties remain the same, the Frontinist movement gathers steam behind Almirante Pedro Frontin, and using Unidade e Fraternidade as their manifesto, Frontin attempts to use his status as a Brazilian war hero to launch his National Unity party into power. [MOD] https://docs.google.com/document/d/1W8S5pShnjrfjuoiBry8vwodZiXLCZcGpxoERkDWWBFs/edit?usp=drivesdk -Pedro Frontin also sponsors the creation of Frontinist movements across the South Americas, using his own fortune to help the parties to form. These parties all attempt to contest their national elections in Bolivia, Peru, Chile, Colombia, Venezuela, El Salvador, Guatamala, Ecuador, Paraguay and Uruguay. Like the Brazilian movement, they are proponents of Unidade e Fraternidade.[MOD] -Economic endeavours continue. [MOD] -Military development continues. [MOD] -Industrialists from Spain, France and Sweden are offered Brazilian citizenship should they leave their civil war torn nations and invest into Brazil. In addition, they are guaranteed heavy subsidies for five years, massive tax cuts until substantial profits are being made and cheap sites for factories. [MOD] -Scandal topples the Brazilian Government, and an election is called. While most parties remain the same, the Frontinist movement gathers steam behind Almirante Pedro Frontin, and using Unidade e Fraternidade as their manifesto, Frontin attempts to use his status as a Brazilian war hero to launch his National Unity party into power. [MOD] https://docs.google.com/document/d/1W8S5pShnjrfjuoiBry8vwodZiXLCZcGpxoERkDWWBFs/edit?usp=drivesdk -Pedro Frontin also sponsors the creation of Frontinist movements across the South Americas, using his own fortune to help the parties to form. These parties all attempt to contest their national elections in Bolivia, Peru, Chile, Colombia, Venezuela, El Salvador, Guatamala, Ecuador, Paraguay and Uruguay. Like the Brazilian movement, they are proponents of Unidade e Fraternidade.[MOD]
  15. The_Mad_Skylord

    The Disunited States of America

    THE STATE OF OHIO THE EASTERN TRADE PACT In an attempt to foster free trade and continued prosperity, New York, Virginia, Pennsylvania and Ohio have announced a policy of free trade with each other, allowing goods in vast quantities to flow between the States. Connected either by rail it by water, the Pact is a key step in interstate relations in the North. THE OHIOAN ARMY With the shattering of the United States and of the Federal Army, the fractured shreds of the Union Army and the various Ohioan militia bands were the only forces available to the State of Ohio. William Dennison Jr, Governor of Ohio, quickly realised that these forces were totally inadequate for the defense of his state, swiftly gave the executive order to organise, equip and train the Army of Ohio. With an abundance of effective officers, the call is swiftly put out to call men to arms to provide a line of defence for their fair state. Factories are ordered to produce arms and cannon, and the beginnings of units are organised and trained. Appointed as Secretary of War is Major-General William T Sherman. THE INFANTRY The 1860 Ohioan Army Bill, passed in the Ohio Congressional House, decreed that a total of 32 regiments of infantry, each numbering a thousand men - for a total of 32’000 infantry - was to be raised in the name of providing an army with which to protect the recently independent State of Ohio. Organised into 8 brigades, each containing four regiments, a standard uniform was set, for both regular Ohioan infantry and the Scottish volunteer brigade. The Springfield Model 1842 Musket is the designated service arm. In addition, a single brigade of skirmishers are raised - 4’000 men organised into four regiments. These men are armed primarily with rifles, the service rifle being designated as the Sharps Rifle. “The Ohioan Infantry” “Ohioan Scots Volunteers.” 1st Infantry Brigade - Brigadier-General Benjamin Harrison 1st Ohio Infantry - Colonel Ulysses S Grant 2nd Ohio Infantry - Colonel Phillip Sheridan 3rd Ohio Infantry - Colonel Daniel McCook Jr 4th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Edwin Stanton McCook 2nd Infantry Brigade - Brigadier-General James B. McPherson 5th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Jacob D. Cox 6th Ohio Infantry - Colonel James A. Garfield 7th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Anson G. McCook 8th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Robert H. Hatton 3rd Infantry Brigade - Brigadier-General William Rosecrans 9th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Bushrod R. Johnson 10th Ohio Infantry - Colonel William McCinnley 11th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Robert Latimer McCook 12th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Charles Clark 4th Infantry Brigade - Brigadier-General George Crook 13th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Russell Alger 14th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Phillip N. Luckett 15th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Robert Allen 16th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Quincy A. Gillmore 5th Infantry Brigade - Brigadier-General Alexander McDowell McCook 17th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Jacob Ammen 18th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Joseph Bailey 19th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Henry B. Banning 20th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Kenner Garrad 6th Infantry Brigade - Brigadier General Rutherford B. Hayes 21st Ohio Infantry - Colonel John W. Fuller 22nd Ohio Infantry - Colonel John Beatty 23rd Ohio Infantry - Colonel Samuel Beatty 24th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Robert S. Granger 7th Infantry Brigade - Brigadier-General John S. Mason 25th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Edwin S. McCook 26th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Charles C. Harker 27th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Nathan C. McClean 28th Ohio Infantry - Colonel Charles Griffin 8th Infantry Brigade - The Scots-Ohioan Volunteers - Brigadier-General William Robertson 29th Ohio Highland Infantry - Colonel James W. Forsyth 30th Ohio Highland Infantry - Colonel Andrew Hickenlooper 31st Ohio Highland Infantry - Colonel William W. Burns 32nd Ohio Highland Infantry - Colonel Ormsby M. Mitchell 9th Infantry Brigade - Brigadier-General Robert P. Kennedy 1st Ohio Sharpshooters - Colonel Joel A. Dewey 2nd Ohio Sharpshooters - Colonel James Sidney Robinson 3rd Ohio Sharpshooters - Colonel Orlando Poe 4th Ohio Sharpshooters - Colonel Augustus V. Kautz THE CAVALRY In addition to the formation of the Ohioan State Infantry, the Ohioan State Cavalry is formed as a part of the 1860 Army Bill. 6 regiments of cavalry, organised into three Brigades - for a total of 6’000 men - begins to equipped and trained. The M1840 Cavalry Sabre, the Colt Dragoon Revolver and the Sharps Carbine are the service equipment of the cavalry. 1st Cavalry Brigade - Brigadier-General Edward M. McCook 1st Ohio Cavalry Regiment - Colonel George A. Custer 2nd Ohio Cavalry - Colonel Otto F. Strahl 2nd Cavalry Brigade - Brigadier-General William Quantrill 3rd Ohio Cavalry - Colonel Roswell S. Ripley 4th Ohio Cavalry - Colonel Eli Long 3rd Cavalry Brigade - Brigadier-General Joseph W. Keifer 5th Ohio Cavalry - Colonel Edward N. Kirk 6th Ohio Cavalry - Colonel John Pope THE ARTILLERY The final division of the Ohioan Army is that of the Artillery. The 1860 Army Bill organizes artillery by grouping them into batteries of ten guns, and then organises regiments by grouping together four batteries. The Army Bill calls for the establishment of a brigade of artillery, comprised of three regiments. The standard field gun is declared to be the 12 Pounder Napoleon, and the lighter 3 and 6 pounder cannons are ordered melted down to cast more Napoleons. 1st Artillery Brigade - Major-General Hugh Ewing 1st Ohio Artillery - Colonel Charles Ewing 2nd Ohio Artillery - Colonel Thomas Ewing Jr 3rd Ohio Artillery - Colonel Charles C. Doolittle ----- In addition, the Ohioan Army forms the Ohio Logistics Department, under the command of Major-General Don Carlos Buell. The task of this department is to secure supplies, supply routes, to produce arms and equipment and to organise the outfitting of the new Ohio State Army. THE OHIO DOLLAR The State of Ohio, now independent, is now without the the backing of the Federal Gold reserve and the National Treasury Department. Thus, Ohio establishes her own Treasury Department, along with a National Gold and Silver reserve - while Ohio continues to use the Greenback, it attempts to back it with a reserve to prevent a currency collapse. ----- -Free trade pact established. [MOD] -Ohio Army established. [MOD] -Former Federal arsenals are instructed to continue ordinance construction. [MOD] -National Ohio Gold Reserve and Treasury Department established, to preserve the value of the 'Ohio’ Dollar. [MOD]
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