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T H E R E P U B L I C


Siege of Kaifeng


Zengravian Democratic Front




The Imperial Palace had been the jewel of Kaifeng.

Now it was little more than a smoldering ruin.

Its ornate façade crumbled under the constant barrage of heavy explosive shells and machine gun rounds, its garden’s trampled under jackboots, and hand carved furnishings used as makeshift barricades by the palace’s defenders.

Colonel Cai Xi ducked his head back, a cascade of rifle fire pounding the area where his head had just been. A Blue Guard answered with the bark of his submachine gun while a second shocktrooper stepped out from the corner to hurl a grenade down the hall and towards the drawing room. The grenade made it past an overturned table, the defenders had a moment to realize just what had clattered at their feet, a scream came before the sound of the roaring explosion cut them off.

Cai Xi moved slowly down the pockmarked hall, according to the plans he had of the palace, the throne room was coming up and resistance had been steadily growing to the final crescendo. Over the bodies the Zengravian’s advanced, bloodied but ready to continue. The brigade had taken nearly forty percent casualties between the bloody tunnel fighting and the storming of the Imperial Palace.

The Blue Blood that had been spilled had not been shed in vain, as Cai Xi stormed the Throne Room, a second company was raising the Republican flag over the palace’s battlements. Yet the prize of the Duke would continue to elude him. Cai Xi was disappointed to find naught but an empty chair defended to the death by a loyal cadre of doomed servants and life guards.

The bullet ridden bodies lay scattered throughout the room. Cai Xi stepped forward, mounting the dais to the Throne and sat.

For a moment, he allowed himself to dream.

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If it was one thing that Liu Shao was good at, it was evaluating the worth of a potential investment. Kaifeng had been captured – or would be in complete Republican hands shortly. The outer districts had received damage but nothing that could not be fixed. The population had been spared and with that work force as its engine, Kaifeng could be a bastion for the Republic.

The bloom of explosions and pop of gunfire still hung in the air but the conclusion was foregone. The Republic had achieved its first victory in a decade but it hadn’t come without a caveat. Strange reports of riots in the capital had reached Shao. The President had expressly forbade him from returning, no doubt in order to ensure that the Governor General couldn’t start any trouble.

No matter who the culprit was, Shao had bigger problems. His army was tired and bloody, it would need to be re-equipped and consolidated. While the Nationalists fought the Royalists in the North, it did not mean that the Republicans would be immune to retaliation.

Perhaps the true battle for Kaifeng was just beginning.
T H E R E P U B L I C


Siege of Kaifeng


Zengravian Democratic Front




The Siege of Kaifeng began not with a direct attack on the city itself but Republican air raids on Northern railway lines and bridges that would cut Kaifeng off from the outside world. The low howl of dive bombers filled the air as Lieutenant Chen guided his bomber down at a steep angle. He could feel his breakfast threatening to secede from his stomach but he brought it under control – as he did with his aircraft.

The JL – 88 suddenly felt lighter as the five hundred pound bomb released from its underbelly went hurtling down towards the bridge. Chen saw little ant figures scrambling to get away but his real focus was on the trajectory of his bomb. The massive boom that followed and the sight of the bridge beginning to disintegrate as he pulled his aircraft up and away into the sky filled him with joy.

Six more JL – 88’s followed, pounding distant rail lines and strafing targets.

Another round of sorties would follow in a few hours to insure that no food or reinforcements got in or out of Kaifeng.

For Lieutenant Chen, one of the few ethnic Zengravian pilots flying in the Volunteer Wing, the sight of the Republicans finally beginning to advance was thrilling.

Chen tipped his wings to his squadron mates and then banked south for friendly territory to re-arm, re-fuel, and then continue the attack.

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As Republican planes pounded Royalist targets to the North, thousands of Republican troops had begun to stream towards Kaifeng. The rail lines were used to bring men, equipment, and supplies forward. Massive lumbering artillery guns had been brought up from factories in Haidan. The blue banners of the Taiyang movement flapped in the breeze hanging from the trains.

Colonel Cai Xi stepped off the rail car and took stock of the controlled chaos that was going on around him. He received the haphazard salutes of a half dozen officers that had been assembled to greet him. The troops of the 10th Infantry Division under the self-declared General Ma-Auroit after being sweetened by bribes and additional promises that Xi didn’t want to know of would be assisting in the advance.

Nevertheless, Xi found the man detestable.

Fat and slovenly with equal poor taste in women and curiously ice cream.

‘’ Colonel Xi, welcome to the front. ‘’ Auroit said with a wide sweep of his fat hands.

‘’ You’ll find that it is quite different from the restive south. Nothing but fighting men here! ‘’ The General boasted, his voice like nails on a chalkboard.

‘’ General Shao has ordered me to make an inspection of your men and report on your general state of readiness to advance. ‘’ Xi said, a subordinate stepping forward to light a cigarette for him.

He blew the resulting smoke in Auroit’s face if only to silence him for a moment.

After the fat man’s hacking cough had subsided, the pair began their tour.

Much to his shock, Xi was pleasantly surprised.

The troops were dirty as their commander but their rifles were clean, the bayonets contained no hint of rust, and the men behind the rifle knew how to use them.

Ma had made these soldiers grand promises and despite the General’s blubbering, Shao had probably come along at the right time to save this pencil pusher from a mutiny.

‘’ We start at once. ‘’

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The roar of heavy machine guns was enough to make Cai Xi’s ears bleed. Troops advanced, rifles cracking as they cleared buildings and houses. Smoke drifted in the breeze as the Royalists retreated back towards Kaifeng with the Republicans launching a slow pursuit.

Xi observed the advance from an overlooking hill.

It wasn’t just troops fleeing but civilians, some armed with little more than the clothes on their back.

As cruel as it was, it was part of the Colonel’s plan to put as much pressure on the Duke as possible.

He wanted Kaifeng hungry and cruelty was the only way to accomplish that goal.

The initial skirmishes had been a back and forth affair but when the Royalists had stiffened their resolved and fought, the Volunteer Air Wing appeared to strafe and hammer the formations on the ground.

‘’ They’re on the run. ‘’ Major Wei said smugly, raising a pair of field glasses.

‘’ For now. ‘’ Xi murmured.

The storming of Kaifeng would be much worse than these pin pricks they were inflicting on the enemy.
T H E R E P U B L I C


Zengravian Democratic Front




The fire roared as Liu Shao fed more documents to the flames, each page to the naked eye would be an innocuous letter. But with the correct cipher, it would certainly be enough to have Liu Shao placed in front of a firing squad and shot. He did not intend to let that happen. Each message from his contacts within the Nationalist and Communists causes were carefully memorized before he destroyed them. His fellow Republicans had never understood the necessity of intelligence gathering, which is why the Republican’s found themselves still clinging to a strip of the coast instead of governing from the Royal Capital after a decade.

The news of the Nationalist offensive had not surprised Liu Shao, he had been hearing rumbles from his contacts for weeks now. Such a massive number of men and supplies could not go unnoticed for long. What had alarmed Liu Shao was the news of the impending Nationalist success. He had not thought it possible for the Nationalists to seize a bridgehead on the River so quickly, let alone overwhelm the Royalist forts on the riverbank.

It was an opportunity that the Republicans could not afford to miss.

A truce with the Communists and the Royalists distracted by a full-fledged Nationalist offensive meant that the warlords had to act.

Now was the time for the application of pressure on all fronts.

Of course, getting that moron Chancellor Heegon Wu to endorse any kind of major offensive would be a challenge. Not with the Commonwealth pulling the strings from behind the scenes. While the Commonwealth had recognized the Republic as the legal government of Zengrav, Liu Shao knew that they quite enjoyed the current situation in Zengrav. It was out of this maelstrom of chaos that they could exert the most influence. A united and industrialized Zengrav wasn't just a threat to the Commonwealth but to the balance of power of the entire world.

It didn’t mean the situation was hopeless. Liu Shao had spent years building allies within the Zengravian Republican Party and across Republican territory, having helped finance a number of them.

Money bought influence and he intended to use it like a club tonight.

Carefully worded messages by secure couriers had been sent across Zang – Quin, requesting private meetings during the gala at the Red Lotus Hotel.

One such message had been sent to his old friend and colleague, Governor Xiong. If there was anyone that Liu Shao could trust on the Republican side, it would be him.

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The city of Zang - Quin stretched out before Shao like a cancerous tumor. Everywhere one looked you could find the bright lights, the towering buildings financed by the Commonwealth, airships gliding through the sky, followed by the growl of motor cars.

It was also a place of crushing poverty if you lacked the money. The homeless lurked in the dark corners, moved on by hamfisted policeman. Prostitutes and hawkers alike beckoned, the hardened citizenry already so used to ignoring them.

Yet the building infront of him was the perfect metaphor for the state of the Republic.

The Red Lotus Hotel was opulent as it was decadent. Yet it was painted over rust, a sick man that didn't realize he was dying.

There was no specter of war here.

The only massive booms that lighted the night sky here wasn't from mortars and artillery shells but fireworks that projected an atmosphere of peace and prosperity.

Nothing could be further from the truth, it was a fantasy.

Liu Shao entered, a short pudgy herald announcing his presence. '' The Esteemed Governor - General of Haidan, His Excellency, Liu Shao. ''

A few turned to acknowledge his presence, lifting half filled champagne glasses. Liu Shao surveyed the crowd, trying to decide who would be the easiest ear to bend.

The army of valets, the constant flow of liquor, and the booming cackle of Chancellor Heegon Wu cut through the din of conversation like a knife through butter. Liu Shao had begun his rounds, working the room, quietly bending an ear here and there. While Heegon Wu boasted to his clique, Shao was lobbying to build an army of support from those warlords he could approach at the party.

Shao had always styled himself as a politician more than a soldier. He had spent his life going to parties such as this and building a web of information on the dirty secrets of the men who filled this room.

Intrigue was its own form of combat and Liu Shao was a master.
I'm down if we're still taking players.

Full Name: Janos Meszaros
Date of Birth: (Current year is 1801) 1775
Nation Affiliation: (Denzgraad or Merenia). Denzgraad
Position: (This is where your character ranks in the nation. : Citizen (Organizer)
Bio: (Bio is a simple past to give your character more life. Chances are that this bit won't affect the character, but it’s fun to know.)

A former Captain in the Denzgraadian Army and of minor noble stock, Meszaros was one of the first to volunteer to fight against Constantine. He resigned his commission in the regular Denzgraadian Army and joined the steady stream of irregular volunteers that were being sent by Emperor Michael XI. Yet the volunteer force, poorly equipped and trained, only tasted defeat on the battlefield. It wasn't long before Meszaros and his unit were captured by Constantine's soldiers and Meszaros found himself in a prison camp and abandoned by their sovereign.

It was here that Meszaros was to receive his first taste in the Revolutionary ideals of Tarantine, the books and literature which spoke of ideals such as liberty and fraternity. It was here that Meszaros began to question everything that he knew. It was only with the intervention of his Uncle Andras Meszaros, a wealthy banker, that Janos was ransomed and returned to Denzgraad.

Yet he has not re-adjusted well to Denzgraadian high society and has gained a reputation for his fiery oratory skills and manifestos, often written under a false identity, that criticize the monarchy. With the seed of revolution planted in his heart, Janos has a mind to spread it further to Denzgraad's citizens.

[ not sure if this was what you meant by organizer, if not I'll adjust my revolutionary firebrand character. ]
I’m interested, Denzgraad for me.
I'm interested!

Regional Power

Republic of Jouran

President Joichum Van Rossum
Serene Empire of Tara


It was a rain soaked day that Prince Fredrick was crowned Emperor. The sudden death of Empress Lillana, even as Fredrick arrived nearly three weeks later had left its imprint. A newspaperman would later say in an editoral that even the skies wept for the passing of the Empire's great Queen. Yet for Emperor Fredrick, moreso than the rain, it remained the most nerve racking day of his life.
Two squadrons of cavalry in all their shining heraldry marched down through the streets. Behind them came the car carrying the Prince and soon to be Emperor. He was followed by hundreds of soldiers, sailors, and marines. A band played and despite the atmosphere the people had come out in their thousands to if not cheer then stare curiously at their new ruler. To the populace, Fredrick was mostly an unknown figure. His exile to Settumu had ensured that he had been kept well out of the public eye.

The Cathedral of Saint John towered above him. Angels and gargoyles acting as their own sort of grotesque honor guard stared down at him with hard marble eyes. For a moment, the stairs to the cathedral might have been a mountain, impossible to climb. The robes of state suddenly felt heavy and his chest seized. Gritting his teeth, the Prince mounted the stairs. An Imperial Guardsman flanked him at every step, the great doors of the cathedral swinging open to reveal a packed hall. Some of them old friends, some enemies, and all in love with the sheer spectacle that the crown represented. The Abbot waited, in his hands, the Crown of Tara....and on the dais... the throne that Fredrick would occupy as one of the world's most powerful monarchs.

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P.M. Riddick Pushes for Military Reforms:
Concerned by the crisis unfolding on the continent and the political turmoil in Violette, Prime Minister Riddick is expected to propose a budget increase of the army of four million pounds. The increased budget is expected to cover the costs of expanding Tara's pool of reservists from 137,000 to 200,000 men. With the active military expected to be expanded by an additional 50,000 soldiers. The bill is expected to be debated before Parliament and would be paid out of existing budget surpluses. The Prime Minister has stated his aims to keep the tax rate the same for 1901 for all brackets of income.

Rigour Conference:
In an effort to set aside mounting tensions over the political realities of the colonization of Serranthia, Emperor Fredrick has called for an international conference. The Great Powers of the Continent are expected to be invited to the event and it will serve as the Emperor's first major foreign policy initiative. The Conference was spearheaded by Prime Minister Riddick and has received support from the Conservative base in Parliament.
Serene Empire of Tara


Empress Liliana Dies: Nation in Mourning:
The nation was plunged into mourning as the Imperial Palace announced the death of the young Empress Liliana. The Empress, long known for her delicate health, struggled in the last year in a bout with a recurring illness and kept out of the public eye. Imperial Chancellor Montclaire has announced a one month period of national mourning. Prince Fredrick, Duke of Everux, and Viscount of Retz has been recalled from his post in Settumese Tara as Imperial Governor to assume the Opal Throne. Chancellor Montclaire called for 'national unity' and for the country to unite behind Prince Fredrick in this time of 'continential turmoil'. The Prince, first cousin of the Empress, has been serving in Settumese Tara for the last three years.

Intervention Possible?
The specter of possible Taran intervention was raised by Foreign Secretary Gabriel De Marin who condemned the growing chaos on the continent. In a recent comments to the Daily Star, the Foreign Secretary condemned '' Tyro-Antari aggression in all its forms against a sovereign state. '' The public comments are the strongest yet and when asked on possible Taran intervention, the Foreign Secretary could would only say that the '' government was evaluating all of its options in ending the fighting as swiftly as possible. '' The Foreign Secretary is expected to travel to Violette as soon as next week.

War in Settumu:
The Meung invasion of Xiang has caused a massive spillover of fighting into the nation of Dun Nam. Large pockets have fallen under the sway of Xiang Warlords who have occupied several large towns. Meung Imperial troops have launched an offensive to evict them from the town of Can Tho. The fighting has raised the possible fear of spillover into Taran territory. General Alessandri, commander of all Colonial forces in Settumu Tara has warned that he will not tolerate any incursions into Taran territory. Hundreds of additional troops are expected to be dispatched to the border. Prince Fredrick prior to his departure has promised '' additional resources and manpower '' for the colony. Deputy Governor Francis Ballard has been named acting governor in Price Fredrick's stead.

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Aboard the HMS Victory

Three years have ago, Fredrick Valois, first Cousin of the Empress and next in line to the Imperial Throne had been a popular officer in the Imperial Army and known somewhat as a dandy at court. He had friends in high places and with his Royal Blood that made the Prince dangerous to an Empress in a fragile state of health. Thus, the young Lieutenant Colonel had found himself drummed out of the Army on a 'medical discharge' and sent as far away from Tara as possible.

Settumu Tara was about as far away as Chancellor Montclaire could send him without putting him in the grave, though Fredrick had his suspicouns that Montclaire would've liked nothing better. Officially, it had been a promotion, an opportunity for the Duke to show his mettle. In reality, his presence was one primary for propaganda purposes, a royal face for the camera. He spent his days meeting with locals, colonists, and shaking many a soldiers hand. The actual power had been concentrated in the hands of Deputy Governor Ballard and General Alessandri, leaving the 'Governor' with few actual decisions to make on a day to day basis.

A second, more severe bout, of ill health for his cousin had dramatically changed things for the Prince. He had known of his cousin's health for weeks and how close she was to deaths door. Montclaire had no choice but to send for him, even elements of his own party clashing with him. The arrival of the Cruiser HMS Victory to bear him home should have felt like freedom. Instead, in the confines of his cabin, the Prince soon to be Emperor of Tara felt as if he had exchanged one prison for another.

He was returning to a nation that had lost its Empress, a massive war on the continent who's death toll had begun to spiral into the tens of thousands, and a rabid political base that was eager to spread Taran influence throughout the 'uncivilized world'. The Prince struggled to light another cigar, his head pounding from a hangover. He had drunk himself into a stupor the past three nights with the ships officers and the rocking of the sea was not helping him keep his dinner down.

In some small way, he wanted this purgatory to go on forever.

But he knew that it would not.

Duty beckoned after all.

With a groan, the Prince pushed himself from sweat stained bedsheets, like a soldier prepared to storm the breach once more.
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