Andreyich

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N.E.O. - New Earth Oracle

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>>>Wednesday January 16, 1991

>>>UN

As the Brazilian speaker finished his speech the different members of the Soviet delegation looked between each other, and almost as one erupted into laughter, several Warsaw Pact comrades joining in the guffawing. Rules of etiquette were thrown out the window as one of the delegates asked for Fyodor Vladimirovich through his giggles to quietly send a message to the Warsaw pact and other brotherly nations to not make any objections to this, to let the Brazilians have their infantile fun. The only one unhappy amongst the group was the military attache, Maxim Konstantinovich. His face was somewhat grim and thoughtful as he started to write notes to later send to the Premiere. The Brazilian satellite wasn’t even a potential nuisance, let alone a threat. But that was the exact problem. The Americans had their own space program that was a far greater threat and it was quite likely that NASA was having the same reaction of condescending laughter. This was an expensive toy that would take away a great many resources from Brazil’s reasonable defence of its borders from the Americans and Washington would know this very well. So too would ordinary Brazilians who would look to the sky to see a great sink of money that might just make them decide maybe the Americans couldn't be much worse than this. The man shuddered. He knew they had to be spoken to about this but Maxim also knew that much like chihuahuas and other breeds of those insufferable tiny dogs it was the small nations that had the greatest pride which would be wounded when one pointed out their follies. The fall of Brazil would be a very dire event for Soviet geopolitics as it would insure all of America’s attentions could be put towards Cuba and the other oases of anti-American thought. This would need a great deal of attention from Soviet leadership.

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>>>Wednesday January 16, 1991

>>>Soviet-Afghan Border

Holy shit it was fucking hot. Gabriel Antonescu had heard it could get this bad and he believed it but he did not think it would feel like this. Moldova was warm enough, the whole nation having a wondrous tan there that many lower class Soviets went to try and receive as well. But here along the border with Afghanistan was truly something else. If he could just about weather the climate as it was by itself there was also his gear. Oh the Soviet Union in its military reforms had spared no expense even for the greenest of conscripts as himself. But whether or not that was a good idea was a question he was more and more intent on raising. On his head was a heavy helmet with goggles upon which he was yet to put on the designated camera and low light goggles. But of course before that he was to take it off and don his balaclava and active headset. Back in the training fields in Northern Russia the kit was heavy but felt nice keeping him warm, but here along Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan it felt as if his brains were boiling inside the kettle of his skull and gear.

His chest felt rather ironically to be the best of it all. The water cooled suit given alongside the heavy armour was very heavy but it also kept him mercifully cold. Of course there was also the armour itself, a composite solution of soft and hard armour covering his arms from the elbows and knees up alongside his torso from both front and back with thick plates to make bullets and shrapnel alike strike harmlessly. That was far from the whole story of course as he was given an AK-74M with optics, folding bayonet, laser and flashlight combination, and grip. For a sidearm was a modernized TT chosen over the Makarov derivatives for the renovated pistol from the world war’s greater ability to defeat soft armours so often worn by the illegal stalkers crossing the border. The two weapons insured that the rig built into his armour had a total of a dozen magazines in it in combination with his multitool and grenades

There were then his gloves, his boots, so on and so forth that even in the air conditioned barracks made Gabriel feel as if he had all his bones broken, and now mended was still covered in a sweaty cast.

When he tried to take these concerns up with his Colonel he called him a faggot. Then to add injury to insult he made him also carry a backpack of ammunition for his squad which they were of course thankful for. But they were absolutely not thankful when the Colonel said that for the next patrol the air conditioning in their IFV would be turned off “for diagnostics”, the machine’s logs showing if they tried to disobey the order once they were deep in the wild.

The good part was that the Officer was also watching a movie on his TV, and in an eagerness to shoo the offending conscript away had not forbidden him and his team from setting on top of the vehicle. Though he had initially thought of this work-around to save himself, the looks from his comrades made it clear he would be driving the BMP while they enjoyed the fresh air.

Thus far the squad had not seen much on its patrols, the worst they dealt with was a shoot out between some sort of smugglers that had turned into a bloodbath as the explosive shells from the vehicle’s 50mm cannon turned them into puddles of red. They had then agreed to not drive up any distance to examine the scene because they enjoyed their dinner staying inside their stomachs.

In general none of them wanted to see conflict and if they heard noises akin to gunshots they tended to drive slightly around them. Indeed in this evening mist they reckoned coming upon trouble was an impossibility.

But not everything could be avoided. As they approached the border village of Aradlik, shots rang out. One of the men snoozing on the roof of the vehicle cried out as they struck him. Absolutely nobody in the squad had been paying attention and in a panic two of the soldiers fell off the vehicle, while others struggled to scramble over one another unsure of where the shooting was coming from. Though the bullets that hit the vehicle would not have any chance of hurting Gabriel the rattle of metal and the sound of panicked cries broke his nerves in an instant.

He swerved and several more men fell off of the vehicle who were rather lucky to not be flattened by it. As muzzle flashes illuminated the landscape to contrast the darkness of the setting sun, it was revealed that the gunmen were hiding behind some boulders parallel to the road. It was hard for Gabriel to actually hear anything with the man that was shot accidentally activating their mutual mic contact, and screaming in it. It was nevertheless hard to stifle a laugh when it turned out the man hit was Garik the Georgian, and none of the bullets had actually gone into his flesh instead flattening upon his armour. But his laughter very quickly ended when something explosive hit the outside of his vehicle. Four shots struck directly whilst two detonated nearby. “Grenade launcher!” Cried out Niklaus. He was an odd fellow, a bit obsessed with the military shite and knew more than any of the other conscripts about what was out here. Indeed, he was the only one who had not slept through half of the training lectures. It was said the Karelians were built different.
Rather narrowly the vehicle was missed by a rocket that curved its path, the guided missile only failing to hit its mark by the panicked and erratic movements of Gabriel. Along with the rest of his squad went down into a ditch by the rode where they would be covered from the enemy’s assaults.

Conscript Styopa peered over the edge of the sand a bullet grazing his helmet after a few seconds. “You fucking idiot get down!” Gabriel said over their line. Hopping into the vehicle Stjopa looked to Gabriel for a moment before getting to the vehicle’s electronics. “Stalkers. A lot of them. High end gear. We didn’t see them they should have avoided us. Something has them spooked. I’m calling the Colonel.”

Though Gabriel knew this would result in a massive arse-chewing with punishments like using their tooth brushes to clean toilets, it was clear this was the best move. Thus he only nodded, and patched the vehicle through to the command center of the Soviet base. A video feed opened with the Colonel who was looking very angry. Still in the corner of the vision was a hastily moved beer bottle still visible in the foreground along with the glowing embers of a cigar and a movie the man was watching placed on pause. “What do you want? There’s important administrative work being done here.” the Officer demanded, the edge of his mustache still coated in some indeterminate sauce.

“Sir we got ambushed!” Stepan pleaded. “Rockets, grenades, there’s a lot of them.” The Colonel was about to call them out on them spouting nonsense, but something about the fear in the conscript’s voice got to him. The Colonel was a middle aged man who was approaching an informal retirement into a roll like working in the academic field, in his weariness he was oft obtuse and unforgiving to the young men under his command, but he wasn’t a bad man and as a god fearing person he knew he’d die of a stroke in a decade if he let these boys with hardly any facial hair die on him.

He scrambled on his desk, knocking over a lamp and his bottle to put on his cap before rolling his chair over to a terminal. “I’m dispatching a drone. Yuri, get over here!”

The officer’s adjutant ran into the room cleaning a contact lens, cursing under his breath as he failed the first try to get it in. “Get in the seat! The guys are in trouble we’re sending a Yastrib.”

“Yes Sir!”

“Now where the hell are you?” the Colonel asked, inputting coordinates into his program when Stepan replied. The nearest active drone was brought under the man’s control, and its engine roared unheard to get it towards the location of the squad. Very quickly it made out the foe with its infrared scanners.

Though the enemy wouldn’t observe it, the soldiers looking expectantly towards the sky all cheered.

Except nothing.

“Someone throw a grenade.”

“Wh-”

“We don’t have authority to use a missile from the drone if it isn’t worth it. Throw a grenade. It won’t reach them in the middle but it’ll force them back nice and clustered, then we can launch.”

It seemed moronic to the men but they didn’t have time to argue. The Colonel applauded their enthusiasm as they all grasped the frags about their person and threw them until none were left. The vast majority were not nearly close enough to have any effect but to make the enemy laugh at the conscripts, however just enough landed close enough to make the enemy run back.

“Launch.” Came the command, and a single rocket was launched from the drone. It was an anti infantry one with shrapnel in such volumes that some pieces whistled over the heads of the conscripts. Amongst the Stalkers it left a bloody mess of fingers and limbs strewn about. The Colonel of course promptly ordered them to investigate.

The foe did indeed have high end gear with many instances of Western arms, armour and tactical equipment. “Take photos.” the officer demanded. Though who was here was clear, it was still a mystery why they had decided to take this fight.

Fortune insisted that they find out soon. As the men returned back to their vehicle the mist started to clear and they saw coming from the road towards the Afghan border village they had been driving down to a sight brought by the clearing mist. There were perhaps hundreds of them, Afghan tribals that looked… different to how they were typically taken to appear. They had paint on their faces, their clothes daubed with all sorts of nonsense that looked even more like nonsense to the men than Afghan or Arabic.

“Colonel!” Gabriel cried through the still open line. The Colonel had been doing paperwork for the launched missile, and looked up into the feed from the drone. He stuttered momentarily as Yuri zoomed in on the procession coming towards the squad. He started to say something three or four times each attempt stopping before any words truly formed. He knew what was there, he was briefed on the cult many times before. The poor conscripts of course weren’t and the better for them. “Fuck it. Yura, launch the Ad missile.” the man said, rubbing his forehead.

“Yes Sir.”

It flew in a flash, and it left a flash in the corneas of the squad. The Soviets had long spearheaded military thermobarics and the introduction of NLCs into combat Engineering was a rather joyous day for them. More greedily than any earthly flame the shining heat expanded across the landscape such that even the camera of the drone was momentarily rendered useless. But just as the fire came, so it disappeared. There was nothing left of the hundreds of Afghans save a charred landscape with a few bits of promptly formed glass here and there.

The Colonel once again took over control of the drone and flew it some distance towards the village. There they were, drawn on the roof of the small Mosque now desecrated by the cultists; the thousand eyes. With a sigh the Colonel opened the six remaining rocket pods of the drone and launched each one to leave no trace of the village’s existence. Gabriel who had observe the event from the roof of the vehicle fell off of it onto his knees, and promptly vomited as anxiety struck at him like a brick.

“Get back to the base. Now!” It was going to be a tough few years before retirement for Colonel Ruslan Kazimirko. The Afghans most certainly would not be happy about one of their villages being vapourized, and the reasoning for this happening he would have to explain to leadership. He’d get a lot more rather nasty responsibilities in the area as there was confirmed cult presence in the border in addition to growing Stalker incursions and the slow expansion of the zone. He closed his eyes, before opening them and shooing Yura out. All this nonsense was later, he had a movie to finish.

Of Petty States: A Warhammer NRP

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Of Petty States: A Warhammer NRP

To God I speak Tilean, to women Bretton, to men Classic, and to my horse - Riekspiel.
~ Mattheus I (disputed)

Hey fellas, its your boy Andy here with the promised Warhammer NRP. The aim of this RP is to create a very contained but active environment. Within the bounds enclosed of this map you can find dwarfs, skaven, empire, vampires/necromancers, greenskins, beastmen, wood elves, brettonnians, and chaos cultists. I will allow people to take regions outside of this map, but only if either 1) the map is more or less entirely populated or 2) they make a very compelling case, and the group they want is located adjacent to an already filled claim.

It is important to note you do not play civilizations here so to speak. In the year 2501 of his Holiness the first Emperor Sigmar you will not play all of Athel Loren or the Empire. Instead you play as a smaller ruler and their immediate domain. Good examples would be the Duke of Quenelles, the Imperial Governor of Helmgart, the King of Karak Ziflin. Indeed you don’t even necessarily have to hold any static territory. You may represent a family of vampires infesting Brettonnia working both their soft power in covertly corrupting the nobility and their hard power amassing undead legions. You can likewise be a roving band of beastmen or forest goblins. Encounters will be created with me rolling for events for each player and picking the corresponding number from a list. Every time a good event is taken from the list of events, it will be replaced with a bad one. Every time a grand event is taken, it will be replaced with a minor one. Both have their contrapositives true.

The meta rules will be typical NRP ones: do not meta-game, contribute to the RP more than once a month, do not be a dick. If you need clarification on any of these I don’t want you here.

Nation Sheet

Faction Name: what is your played group called internationally

Flag: preferably one in lore but you may design it yourself

Held territory: for now simply draw it upon the provided map, and describe it with words. Bonus points if you go into details i.e. if you are the governor of Helmgart describe how as one goes deeper into the pass the territory becomes… disputed with Brettonnia, or if you are a Dwarf Karak then mention how deep and wide in the underway your patrols go, how far your miners can delve safely, how far on the surface rangers insure safety for Dwarfdom, etc.

Ruler: I am going to allow some leeway here. In a lot of cases you will make this up, but in some cases where the ruler of a place exists you may replace them or take “creative liberties” with them. For example King Rorek Granitehand of Karak Ziflin doesn’t have too much on him, so you may freely describe him and his Kingdom if you play him or replace him in entirety (though, preferably with his son or something of the sort). Here I want you to give a quick description of your ruler. How old are they, how competent and experienced are they, what is their international reputation, what do they look like, what are their flaws and excellencies. You may follow a defined CS for your ruler here, just insure that you give us a good idea of this person. I’d also here like a quick rundown of what trouble your ruler has to manage, what are their problems. Perhaps there’s a nascent chaos cult making alliance with beastmen in the forests. Maybe embezzlement from a previous treasurer is leaving you nigh bankrupt albeit with some suspicious well made villas in the countryside. It’s possible there have been a lot of sightings of rodents of unusual size.

Economy: Describe how your nation gets its money, how much of it there is, etc.

Resources: Similar to the above and very heavily inter-related, this is important here because money can’t get you everything. You can have a pile of gold but it won’t be able to raise you regiments if you lack the bread to feed them. So, describe here what your nation produces be it iron from rich mines or food from rolling fields. Then, describe what it lacks and is forced to import. All nations will have some measure of autarky as in being cut off from trade just by itself will not collapse you, but there will be serious repercussions that your detractors may take advantage of.

Active Service: Here describe what forces are immediately under your command that you may send whenever and wherever you like. For Helmgart/the Empire, this will be State troops, your governor’s greatsword bodyguard, perhaps a wizard and/or witch hunter in your service, and members of resident Knightly Orders’ Chapter Houses. For some factions this will be very small, i.e. for a Dwarf Karak this will be more or less solely just your ironbreakers and hammerers, miners, rangers, and your air corps. However such nations will be able to draw upon their reserves far faster. Preferably describe this as regiments, but that is just a cherry on top. Try to also mention who is deployed where.

Reserves: Your reserves are what you cannot call to battle right now but first need a mustering to call upon. For the Empire/Helmgart these are your huntsmen, your free company, your pistoliers, as impromptu forces. There are more elaborate and elite ones too however such as your for example a detachment from the Imperial Engineers with Hochland long rifles. For some nations your reserves will be the bulk of your army, for example the Dwarfs relying on their warriors, quarellers, thunderers and longbeards who are in practice militia that need to drop their everyday jobs to first grab their weapons before they join your forces.

Garrisons: What forces protect your various holdings. Try to again be detailed i.e. mention how sixty guardsmen are in a village near your holdings of Helmgart with twenty bearing crossbows and forty bearing a spear, everyone of them having a breastplate, helmet and sword for sidearm. Your garrisons cannot be used offensively unless you transfer them to active service which bears a lot on your treasury.

Regiments of Renown: These are special formations that are particularly elite despite being modelled on other more mundane ones. I will let you begin with only one but as time goes on and RP events happen I will gift you some or allow you to simply raise new ones. This can be anything from your ruler’s epic special bodyguard, to say some warpstone touched mutants with very unique changes like shooting green lasers from their eyes.

Foreign Policy: Describe what your faction’s plans are for their neighbours be it conquest, trade, or something more elaborate. What are their attitudes like to the rest of their civilization, how often does it meet with your “racial leaders” so to speak and under what terms, who can you expect to come to your aid in war and who can you expect to take advantage of your weakness.

Culture: Every faction taken here will have quite some variance from the rest of their “racial median”. Describe what sets your’s apart. The more detail the better. For example, if someone took Nuln as their nation describe how they are the most technologically advanced part of the Empire and how this reflects on the people’s behaviour and customs.

Notable locations: Describe your “main” holdings within your held territory. For example if you are Helmgart then describe the city itself (think in context of everything outlined above, describe its economy, its defences, its size, its political situation, etc.) and then the surrounding villages and forests.

Here is an example CS for Nuln (which will not be played here, at least not at the beginning).

Nuln

Faction Name: The City of Nuln.

Flag: Pretend it is here

Held territory:
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The Governor of Nuln administrates the city itself along with several villages and smaller areas near it. His authority within the region isn’t disputed de facto or de jure though many may grumble about it in the evening. Patrols of Hunstmen regularly move about as does a river guard, though Imperial troops have to retreat further and further back from the West as assaults of beastmen continue.

Ruler: Heinrich von Stirlitz is a rather elderly statesman. He has seen two Emperor come and go within his lifetime and it looks like a third now as well. He is a great supporter of both the Empire and Wissenland and though formally loyal to his Countess he feels very little warmth to her often interpreting her demands as creatively as possible. Though a decent man with the numbers his age is starting to show. The nobility have learned of his creative interpretations of the Countess’s words and have started to apply the same to what he demands of him. The Guilds and Imperial authorities remain firm under his grasp but the merchants slowly undermine him. The commoners are largely ambivalent with a slightly more favourable view of him in the city whilst its surroundings hold a slightly more negative one.

Heinrich is faced with a dilemma in keeping the growth of his great city ongoing as it drains its surroundings. The growth of the city demands more resources but there are less resources if they are drained by the leviathan that Nuln is. Already the emergency grain stores are every so often tapped into such that great feasts or overnight projects may be done. The lavish life of Nuln has attracted the eye of many malefic forces, though thankfully those who would stop them too. Beastmen have been emboldened on the region’s edges and there are a great many inquiries from the Witch Hunters. The fact Heinrich fails to solve this problem in the long term creates useful rumours for his naysayers.

I am going to allow some leeway here. In a lot of cases you will make this up, but in some cases where the ruler of a place exists you may replace them or take “creative liberties” with them. For example King Rorek Granitehand of Karak Ziflin doesn’t have too much on him, so you may freely describe him and his Kingdom if you play him or replace him in entirety (though, preferably with his son or something of the sort). Here I want you to give a quick description of your ruler. How old are they, how competent and experienced are they, what is their international reputation, what do they look like, what are their flaws and excellencies. You may follow a defined CS for your ruler here, just insure that you give us a good idea of this person. I’d also here like a quick rundown of what trouble your ruler has to manage, what are their problems. Perhaps there’s a nascent chaos cult making alliance with beastmen in the forests. Maybe embezzlement from a previous treasurer is leaving you nigh bankrupt albeit with some suspicious well made villas in the countryside. It’s possible there have been a lot of sightings of rodents of unusual size.

Economy: Nuln’s economy is almost entirely base on its industry. Cannons, clocks, rifles, and attempting to reverse engineer the steam-tank give Nuln quite the source of revenue. It is a rather wealthy city getting transit from much of the Empire, its surrounding villages thus likewise earning much money as stops for traders and other travellers. It’s economy is also very optimized with the city being one of the least corrupt of the Empire. However it has very little in the way of reserves as the city must constantly reinvest its revenue to keep its way of life ongoing.

Resources: There is very little in the way of natural resources in Nuln proper. The villages surrounding Nuln have some good soil for farming, but in truth the ultimate resource of Nuln is its people. Some of the most intelligent denizens of the Empire and indeed the whole of the world reside there. Nuln also has a great amount of political capital being the favourite city of Emmanuelle of Wissenland and it is rarely a good idea to invoke her wrath.

Active Service:
Nuln has quite a considerable amount of people under active service stationed within its official territories largely because of its ability to locally produce its own weapons en-masse.

The mainstay of its force are handgunner state troops. These men are armed with wheellock rifles more reliable than the flintlocks elsewhere in the Empire and bearing the new rifled barrels along with a steel helmet and cuirass. They are armed with a small dagger for a sidearm, though they are expected to shred the enemy with bullets long before they can strike in close combat. The 9th Nuln rifles are deployed to the village of Gronheim where they on an almost daily basis repel attacks from basements together with the local militia.

1st Nuln Rifles - 90 men
2nd Nuln Rifles - 90 men
3rd Nuln Rifles - 90 men
4th Nuln Rifles - 40men
5th Nuln Rifles - 40 men
6th Nuln Rifles - 40 men
7th Nuln Rifles - 40 men
8th Nuln Rifles - 150 men (these men are rather uniquely equipped with bayonets upon the ends of their handguns learning from the Dwarfs and other parts of the Empire).
9th Nuln Rifles - 120 men
10th Nuln Rifles - 60 men (these are armed with repeater rifles instead of the typical handguns)
11th Nuln Rifles - 60 men (these are armed with Hochland long guns rather than the typical handguns)

The Nuln halberds are but two regiments each of 100 men, but in addition to their namesake weapon they are clad in full plate armour with an arming sword for a sidearm.

As a bodyguard the governor maintains a unit of 30 greatswordsmen clad in full plate and bearing rapiers for sidearms.

Under the command of the governor is also a division of cannons. It has 4 platoons of 6 cannons each staffed by a crew of 10 men with a sword and pistol for sidearm in addition to their breastplate, and two barded horses — one to tow the weapon, one to toe a cart with its munitions. Auxiliaries to this division are platoons of Helstorm rocket batteries, helblaster volley guns, and mortars that are identical save for their main armament.

There is also a formidable unit of outriders within Nuln
1st Outriders - 120 men with breastplates and repeater rifles
2nd Outriders - 40 men with grenade launchers
3rd Outriders 40 men with Hochland long rifles


Reserves: Your reserves are what you cannot call to battle right now but first need a mustering to call upon. For the Empire/Helmgart these are your huntsmen, your free company, your pistoliers, as impromptu forces. There are more elaborate and elite ones too however such as your for example a detachment from the Imperial Engineers with Hochland long rifles. For some nations your reserves will be the bulk of your army, for example the Dwarfs relying on their warriors, quarellers, thunderers and longbeards who are in practice militia that need to drop their everyday jobs to first grab their weapons before they join your forces

The City of Nuln itself can raise rather readily about 80 pistoliers from its nobility armed rather uniquely with a brace of repeater pistols rather than the traditional flint and wheellocks. They have a breastplate and helmet with a rapier for a sidearm, whilst their horses head will usually bear a head-plate of barding. The city of Nuln can reliably raise about 200 Free Company warriors armed with whatever they own. Every village around Nuln can raise around ten of such pistoliers along with around forty Free Company and about a dozen huntsmen with whatever the tool of their trade is.

If they manage to convince them the threat is dire enough, then Nuln may also in battle call upon its more specialist professions. A shadow and a light wizard, three Sigmarite Warrior Priests along with an Ulrican, two Witch Hunters, and about a dozen Engineers who may bring all sorts of inventions from pigeons with bombs to mechanical horses into the fray. Sixty of their students may also be called to arms with their Hochland Long rifles.

Garrisons: What forces protect your various holdings. Try to again be detailed i.e. mention how sixty guardsmen are in a village near your holdings of Helmgart with twenty bearing crossbows and forty bearing a spear, everyone of them having a breastplate, helmet and sword for sidearm. Your garrisons cannot be used offensively unless you transfer them to active service which bears a lot on your treasury.

Each village has a guard of about twenty people armed with variant gear, though mostly chainmail, an arming sword and a pistol. Nuln itself has a much more substantial defence with a hundred guard bearing full plate and longswords, whilst seventy more bear half plate and rifles with a rapier sidearm.

There are also a little more than a hundred mounted huntsman devoted to patrolling the roads between the various elements of Nuln’s civilization. Further there are about five large rowboats with swivel guns and a single large barge piloted by guardsmen to keep the waters free.

Regiments of Renown: The powdered guard are a division of flagellants hovering at around a hundred and fifty men. Their name comes from each of them carrying a bandolier of a wet chemical concoction they make sure to alight with their dying breathe to take out their last enemy before expiring having once seen the Engineer Slayers of the Dawi for inspiration. Their main armaments will typically be working tools like calipers, crowbars, and wrenches that they flail with maddening ferocity.

Foreign Policy: Though the governor of Nuln has much sympathy for the rest of the Empire, the hysteric nature of his Countess usually prevents him from doing much to express him. However he maintains very good relations with Altdorf and carefully balances his relationships with all of the different institutions of the Empire from the Cults of Sigmar and Ulric to the Colleges of magic to the Witch Hunters, treasurers, and so on and so forth. An unfortunate event where a firefight broke out between Dawi and Asur at a party the governor has once held has left the man rather prejudiced to the races and this is strongly expressed in his work.

Culture: Nulners are what many predict the future of the Empire to be. A fairly hard working people, they are also somewhat spoiled by their wealth. Further, technology has eased their lives to the point many would call decadent, the Witch Hunters ever alert for the wandering eye of the prince of pleasure. They are very individualist and mercantile with the industrial slums of the city being slices of hell, even if rather small ones.

Notable locations: The city of Nuln doesn’t have walls or a gate per se but it is built in such a way that the buildings around it can be easily commandeered as impromptu fortifications with great cross-fire overseen by guard towers not too far behind them. Closer to the core of the city are then found the buildings of the service industry for trade; taverns, warehouses, inns, bazaars. Further within the city are where the guilds, artisans and lesser faiths do their work from bakers to butchers to carpenters and blacksmiths. Further, it is here that most of the city’s armed forces are garrisoned such that they may readily respond to threats both internal and external. Finally comes the inner parts of the city where the high-borne live, along with the temple of Sigmar, the Engineer’s guild, and the administrative buildings of Imperial and Wissenland authorities.

There are also several villages near Nuln under the administration of the governor. By the woods near the Mountains is Gronheim from where a night infinite horde of beastmen seem to be coming from, where larger and larger resources must be devoted to keep them at bay. Just outside of the city is Breucken, a village that seems to be having ever more difficulty supplying the demands of the city both by virtue of Nuln’s own growing populace, and the emigration of its people to the big city. To the South-East of Nuln are the twinned villages of Urlitz and Fahlberg. Very close to one another Urlitz has a rich iron mine within whilst Fahlberg’s fields allow it to both supply its neighbour and the city. All of these villages are connected to the city with a cobbled road, and each rout is patrolled by about a dozen mounted Huntsmen. There are also two small villages and a Hamlet connected to the region’s cobbled roads through dirt ones. The Hamlet Karlsbad serves simply as a stop between Nuln and the Reikland wherein rest may be had, the place consisting of little more than a tavern and its workers. Little Grissenland is a village along the river once under the administration of the city of Grissenland, but the growth of Nuln demanded more resources for it and after some bureaucracy it was decided that it would be under the dominion of Nuln. Finally in the West there is Snorrisheim, a village with a very large Dwarfen minority largely making its life off of trade with the kin of the diaspora.

Though it is not necessary to be a massive lore expert of WHFB, you should at the very least be acquainted with the basics of the setting and be ready to learn more.

With that, I hope to hear interest from you my fellows, and I invite you to the discord for any questions, comments, and concerns you might have.

Of Petty States: A Warhammer NRP

Hey fellas, its me your boy Andy again coming at you with an NRP. This one is to be set in the Warhammer Fantasy Battles setting. Perhaps different from other fandom NRPs this one won’t take place in the “whole world”, but rather we are to be constrained to a rather small area, but a very diverse one! I was largely inspired for this by Total War Warhammer even before the announcement of the third installation in the series but this will I hope create hype for this NRP.

The aim of this RP is to create a very contained but active environment. Within the bounds enclosed of this map you can find dwarfs, skaven, empire, vampires/necromancers, greenskins, beastmen, wood elves, brettonnians, and chaos cultists. I will allow people to take regions outside of this map, but only if either 1) the map is more or less entirely populated or 2) they make a very compelling case, and the group they want is located adjacent to an already filled claim.

It is important to note you do not play civilizations here so to speak. You will not play all of Athel Loren or the Empire. Instead you play as a smaller ruler and their immediate domain. Good examples would be the Duke of Quenelles, the Imperial Governor of Helmgart, the King of Karak Ziflin. Indeed you don’t even necessarily have to hold any static territory. You may represent a family of vampires infesting Brettonnia working both their soft power in covertly corrupting the nobility and their hard power amassing undead legions. You can likewise be a roving band of beastmen or forest goblins. Encounters will be created with me rolling for events for each player and picking the corresponding number from a list. Every time a good event is taken from the list of events, it will be replaced with a bad one. Every time a grand event is taken, it will be replaced with a minor one. Both have their contrapositives true.

The meta rules will be typical NRP ones: do not meta-game, contribute to the RP more than once a month, do not be a dick. If you need clarification on any of these I don’t want you here.

Though it is a work in progress, here is the character sheet we will likely abide by; when the main thread goes up this will most likely be accompanied by an example sheet of Nuln.

Nation Sheet

Faction Name: what is your played group called internationally

Flag: preferably one in lore but you may design it yourself

Held territory: for now simply draw it upon the provided map, and describe it with words. Bonus points if you go into details i.e. if you are the governor of Helmgart describe how as one goes deeper into the pass the territory becomes… disputed with Brettonnia, or if you are a Dwarf Karak then mention how deep and wide in the underway your patrols go, how far your miners can delve safely, how far on the surface rangers insure safety for Dwarfdom, etc.

Ruler: I am going to allow some leeway here. In a lot of cases you will make this up, but in some cases where the ruler of a place exists you may replace them or take “creative liberties” with them. For example King Rorek Granitehand of Karak Ziflin doesn’t have too much on him, so you may freely describe him and his Kingdom if you play him or replace him in entirety (though, preferably with his son or something of the sort). Here I want you to give a quick description of your ruler. How old are they, how competent and experienced are they, what is their international reputation, what do they look like, what are their flaws and excellencies. You may follow a defined CS for your ruler here, just insure that you give us a good idea of this person. I’d also here like a quick rundown of what trouble your ruler has to manage, what are their problems. Perhaps there’s a nascent chaos cult making alliance with beastmen in the forests. Maybe embezzlement from a previous treasurer is leaving you nigh bankrupt albeit with some suspicious well made villas in the countryside. It’s possible there have been a lot of sightings of rodents of unusual size.

Economy: Describe how your nation gets its money, how much of it there is, etc.

Resources: Similar to the above and very heavily inter-related, this is important here because money can’t get you everything. You can have a pile of gold but it won’t be able to raise you regiments if you lack the bread to feed them. So, describe here what your nation produces be it iron from rich mines or food from rolling fields. Then, describe what it lacks and is forced to import. All nations will have some measure of autarky as in being cut off from trade just by itself will not collapse you, but there will be serious repercussions that your detractors may take advantage of.

Active Service: Here describe what forces are immediately under your command that you may send whenever and wherever you like. For Helmgart/the Empire, this will be State troops, your governor’s greatsword bodyguard, perhaps a wizard and/or witch hunter in your service, and members of resident Knightly Orders’ Chapter Houses. For some factions this will be very small, i.e. for a Dwarf Karak this will be more or less solely just your ironbreakers and hammerers, miners, rangers, and your air corps. However such nations will be able to draw upon their reserves far faster. Preferably describe this as regiments, but that is just a cherry on top. Try to also mention who is deployed where.

Reserves: Your reserves are what you cannot call to battle right now but first need a mustering to call upon. For the Empire/Helmgart these are your huntsmen, your free company, your pistoliers, as impromptu forces. There are more elaborate and elite ones too however such as your for example a detachment from the Imperial Engineers with Hochland long rifles. For some nations your reserves will be the bulk of your army, for example the Dwarfs relying on their warriors, quarellers, thunderers and longbeards who are in practice militia that need to drop their everyday jobs to first grab their weapons before they join your forces.

Garrisons: What forces protect your various holdings. Try to again be detailed i.e. mention how sixty guardsmen are in a village near your holdings of Helmgart with twenty bearing crossbows and forty bearing a spear, everyone of them having a breastplate, helmet and sword for sidearm. Your garrisons cannot be used offensively unless you transfer them to active service which bears a lot on your treasury.

Regiments of Renown: These are special formations that are particularly elite despite being modelled on other more mundane ones. I will let you begin with only one but as time goes on and RP events happen I will gift you some or allow you to simply raise new ones. This can be anything from your ruler’s epic special bodyguard, to say some warpstone touched mutants with very unique changes like shooting green lasers from their eyes.

Foreign Policy: Describe what your faction’s plans are for their neighbours be it conquest, trade, or something more elaborate. What are their attitudes like to the rest of their civilization, how often does it meet with your “racial leaders” so to speak and under what terms, who can you expect to come to your aid in war and who can you expect to take advantage of your weakness.

Culture: Every faction taken here will have quite some variance from the rest of their “racial median”. Describe what sets your’s apart. The more detail the better. For example, if someone took Nuln as their nation describe how they are the most technologically advanced part of the Empire and how this reflects on the people’s behaviour and customs.

Notable locations: Describe your “main” holdings within your held territory. For example if you are Helmgart then describe the city itself (think in context of everything outlined above, describe its economy, its defences, its size, its political situation, etc.) and then the surrounding villages and forests.

Though it is not necessary to be a massive lore expert of WHFB, you should at the very least be acquainted with the basics of the setting and be ready to learn more.

With that, I hope to hear interest from you my fellows, and I invite you to the discord for any questions, comments, and concerns you might have.

I need at least 4 people including myself to start this, at the moment I have 3/4.

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N.E.O. - New Earth Oracle

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>>>Tuesday January 15, 1991

>>>Stavropol Krai

"Pull, pull!" The ropes tugged harder, and so the staues went down one by one. First Dzerzhinsky, then Frunze, then Marx, until finally reaching Lenin and Stalin. Most just had their plaques crowbarred off, but as if to add insult to injury one was replaced with a crude but discernible cast of Krasnov, Shkuro, Wrangel.

The Marxist-Leninists weren't happy but their opinion hadn’t mattered when they had won barely a tenth of the vote in all of Stavropol; surveys revealed that even this paltry vote was almost entirely to be a product of internal migration from elsewhere within the USSR. All other parties had to be content with single digits or less, the People's Collective Party having won more than eighty percent of the local vote. It was a good name of course, and an accurate one. But it also belied the full truth. It was the party of the Cossacks, the natives of the region. They of course had to operate within the framework of the CCCP, claiming to have the variant of socialism they followed owing to the ancient and democratic Cossack collectives. Socialism with Cossack characteristics! But to their electorate they made clear their disdain for the Marxist. When speaking on national television they of course explained that this was because the Russian people could not be forced to take on this strange Anglo-German brand socialism — this would be Imperialism! Why, weren’t those foreigners the very people who made fascism and now pursue the most hedonist and decadent forms of capitalism? But to their electorate they made clear they were the ones who would react. They were the ones who would melt the star into a cross and the hammer and sickle into a Cossack’s saber. They would be the ones who would make the Leninists and Stalinists pay for the de-Cossackization that so many in Moscow were eager to sweep under the rug. Today was just the beginning. The history books stamped by the Leningrad cretins would forget the indignities inflicted upon the Cossacks but the sons of the Don vowed they would not.

But they had acted too fast, they knew they had overestimated the discretion of their base. This wouldn't have mattered if not for the delicate timing. Today Spartak Leningrad had went up against Dynamo Stavropol, the more practiced Southerners taking the match 5-3 with a local referee making decisions that erred on the blatantly biased. The Spartak fans were angry and since their tickets to return home were largely only for the next day the football fans from the Marxist-Leninist core of the RSSR roamed the city very, very angrily. Then of course a delegation of students from different faculties had landed a few days earlier largely from Primorski Krai, the area being one of the most loyal to the main Communist party.

The success of the PCP had emboldened the locals leading to their little citizen initiative with the statues but it was not without opposition. Of the local enemies to the cause of the PCP there weren't many. Of them most were too afraid to do much knowing they had friends in every part of Stavropol from administration to police. To anybody with all the facts of the situation the outcome of the day would not be as surprising as it was to most of the Soviet Union and indeed the world at large.

Nobody could be sure who was the first to form what locals dubbed the “red mob”, and it likewise wasn’t quite clear who threw the first blow.. But as one the local red activists grouped together with the Primorski Krai students and the fans of the Spartak Leningrad football team at the sight of the old statues being brought down.

Some organized in smaller groups around the smaller monuments in the area, and these perhaps ironically had the best fate only being shoved about to clear the way for the destruction of history.

The largest of the happenings was along the administrative building, just outside where the regional party members convened. The people surrounding the Lenin monument were quite numerous and for some time they felt as invincible as they looked. Workers trying to get to the site were pushed back, but they were soon replaced with far more insistent comrades. The Dynamo Stavropol fans forgot their smugness over their football team’s victory over the nemesis when they saw this very same nemesis defending one of the greatest villains of their history.

The football hooligans would have been enough to simply beat back the people surrounding the statue, but when the rest of the local people came forth a riot consisting of two mobs fighting one another very slowly turned into a stampede. First the Priests came to support the locals, then members of the militia claiming to be “impartial” came forth from within the administrative building beating upon the people surrounding the monument.

The event only got more horrible as one of the Spartak fans shoved a youth in grade school down into the ground such that the child’s ear was scraped bloodily; an injury that would heal in a day, but to see one of their children bloodied by these folk from elsewhere roused the Cossacks. More violence yet came from the recognition of the Koryo-Saram and other Asian peoples amongst the Primorski Krai students. The Sino-Soviet split though now healed geopolitically, but its propagandistic impact was still in the minds of the people of Stavropol in particular who had lost much wealth during the great reduction of trade with China reducing demand for the agricultural machinery manufactured there. Particular cruelty was shown towards these Koreans and other students with bottles being first smashed to be vicious blades before being used to strike. Yes, these weren’t Chinese, but were not those people all friends and - when we got down to it - all the same?

The violence entered its fatal stage as fans of the Football Club of Yessentuki arrived. A smaller town and even more distant from the ideologues in Moscow and Leningrad they had suffered far more than the men of the capital at the hands of the people who’s incarnations they saw surrounding the great statue. They had a rivalry with Dynamo Stavropol but they were more than happy to make a truce to kick these fools off of their lands. Whereas the locals had only gone for the defenders of the statue with whatever was at hand like bottles and stones the FC Yessentuki fans and their friends came far more prepared with petrol bombs and clubs one man having even brought along a pistol according to some sources. Angry shouts turned to frightened and pained screams as great blood was drone and burning petrol hit flesh.

For the participants it may have seemed like an eternity but the whole even took less than half a day to be done. By the end there were more than two hundred with varying degrees of injury and nineteen dead, three of whom were locals. Of the injured nine would expire on the way to the hospital with a further two comatose. All after the statue went down and a new one was erected all the Stavropol natives ran like the winds as they realized the possible legal ramifications of the day, while for their part the OMON and other Militia members roused did not seem very enthusiastic in the chase that they gave to their local kinsmen instead reserving their strength to beat the visitors and arrest them for having “incited and participated in a violent riot.”

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>>>The Moscow Kremlin

Premiere Anatoli Pavlenko closed the file, standing up to look outside the windows of the Kremlin. It was a theatrical gesture but he felt that for some reason the members of the Supreme Soviet assembled at the desk expected it of him. Behind him were arguing Tikhonov with Ryzhkov along with several other figures, and as a crescendo was reached of overlapping voices Anatoli once more sat down.

“What have you told the newspapers to say.”

“I have told them to be quiet Sir.” Ryzhkov said.

“Mmmmm. Have any acted out of line?”

“We rectified the few cases that have.”

The Premiere said a nasty word.

“Drop the muzzle order. Now!”

Anatoli wiped his brow, shaking his head.

“I take it our Eastern partners have by now heard of this news.”

“They haven’t said anything, but it is inevitable.”

“Tell the Stavropol militia if asked about the ethnicity of the victims to reply that they do not know.”

“It is just a few Koreans. Met a few of their kind with Brezhnev. It’s not a big deal Premiere, nobody will really care after a day passes.”

Brezhnev.

“Perhaps Councillor, perhaps. But if not for our Eastern partners abroad we need to at least look at what our comrades in Primorski will say.” the Premiere said, suppressing another nasty word in direction of Ryzhkov.

At this point Anatoli turned away from Ryzhkov wanting a… different opinion. “Mitrovich, any word from the East?”

“Errr, not quite. Some. The governor of Primorski went to us but the Koryo-Saram councils sent messages right to Stavropol demanding answers.”

“What was the reply?”

“A well written rendition of ‘fuck off’.”

“Of course it was. Can you deal with it?”

It took Mitrovich’s best efforts to not look flabbergasted at having been told to single-handedly prevent a simmering ethnic conflict spanning two continents.

“Good. What of the parties?”

“Most condemn today’s events but only a few are going against the PCP directly. For now anyway.”

Anatoli sighed, it was a better result than previously expected but not by much.

“We should crack down on the Stavropolites. The PCP needs to be put in its place my dear comrades.”

“No, it cannot. We cannot be seen taking away what we gave so recently. All the little parties say they want something to be done about Stavropol’s ‘insolence’ but the moment we do something they will all cry out in anger at us abusing our powers and our new oppression. Now then, if that is all let us go meet them.”

The assembled Soviet leadership left the meeting room and went down to meet the Congress of People’s Deputies still arguing amongst itself. At the portal to the auditorium one of the Clerks was waiting to open it for them to pass through, the little man sweating profoundly. “Is everything alright in there?”

“They’re fighting, Comrade Premiere.”

“Who?”

“Stavropol’s PCP representative, Nikolai Pavlovich.”

“With whom? What did he say?”

“With a lot of them.” The Clerk looked to a transcript he was typing on his computer, which after a moment he turned for the Premiere to view. The Premiere pushed it back after realizing it was a list of slurs, shaking his head. “Let’s go.” he said, repeating it a few times under his breath.

They opened the portal and went to their seats, keeping quiet as they listened to the argument between Stavropol’s Antonenko arguing with Moscow’s communist party deputy. They came in at the tail end of the conversation, but it did not bode well for the Union’s stability.

“A-ha-ha! Oh you little bitch you dare threaten me?” the Stavropol representative laughed without any humour. “If not for Stavropol you Marxist, Stalinist degenerates would be starving decades ago. After university I went right to work on the farm, when have you worked with the people? No you little worm you’re the bourgeoisie of the Soviet Union, and you dare cry these lies of the Cossacks not knowing socialism. Seventy years ago you tried to destroy our people. The Cossacks still stand, but everybody forgot about your Marx, Lenin and Stalin. But know, just like you tried to destroy us we will destroy you Leninist, but we will not fail.” By the time Anatoli had ascended the steps to his seat Nikolai Pavlovich had taken off his shoe and was moving over to strike the Moscow representative with it. The Premiere clasped his hands as security came and a different topic was broached. Being Premiere was different to his expectations. The sheer amount of delegation he was to do only gave him a feeling of powerlessness as the chilling words of Antonenko echoed in his head. These would be interesting times.

N.E.O. - New Earth Oracle

CCCP

Name:
The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

Flag:

Government:
The Soviet Union is best described as a socialist anocracy. There are some democratic elements within the country such as localized and even Federal elections. However, the chances of someone who does not submit to the Supreme Soviet of winning are carefully made sure to be asymptotically approaching zero. There is some private ownership that in theory can be no larger than a single factory, but which in practical means is starting to show the monopolies of capitalism with various men controlling more than one enterprise through proxies such as friends and relatives. Likewise there is far more freedom of speech within the Union than in its past inception but one could hardly say there is true liberty of expression within the USSR. Education, retirement, healthcare, and many other aspects of life are entirely socialized albeit once again at the expense of many liberties; people who do not work or have jobs deemed "useless" by the state are labelled social parasites and made to work harsh labour almost as intensive as that which prisoners must endure until they can find themselves a "real job"; though a harsh system unpopular with foreigners in particular it has at least insured effectively no unemployment within the Soviet Union. Perhaps most interesting to note is the Soviet Union largely surrendering the idea of socialist internationalism. Though they still prefer to deal with other socialist governments and organizations, they are now very eager to work alongside capitalist and other "reactionary" nations so long as it benefits the Warsaw pact. Many more dedicated socialists both within the Soviet Union and abroad say that the Soviet Union is now a traitor to the revolution and the people, however such naysayers tend to have a life expectancy akin to a jellyfish in a pool of lava.

Territory:
The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics officially controls the territories of the nations of Armenia, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Estonia, Georgia, Kazakhstan, Kyrgizia, Latvia, Lithuania, Moldova, Russia, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Ukraine and Uzbekistan.

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History:
The full history of your nation isn't necessary; Most have been around in some form for hundreds - if not thousands - of years. To keep it simple, it's better to answer the following prompts:

• Pre-Visitation: The USSR was one of two superpowers on Earth. Their armies were feared across the world and their nuclear weapons insured nobody would ever touch their territory after the glorious victory over the fascist menace in the second world war. The most recent test of the Union was the invasion of Hungary. The extreme unpopularity of the communist regime amongst Magyars forced the Soviets to invade such that they could preserve their satellite state, a short term goal that was accomplished.
• The Visitation: Like all the nations of the world the Soviets were astounded by the Visitation but of all nations they were arguably the best prepared. Some claim that Yuri Gagarin saw the very arriving aliens coming to Earth, though this claim is heavily disputed by historians. Regardless, their indisputable supremacy in space technology at the time let them warn the rest of the Warsaw pact and other allies to prepare for the world to change in entirety.
  
  The visitation naturally turned life upside down. Premiere Hrushev passed away from an aneurysm supposedly having come from a reaction to Langium, and a great many areas became claimed for the great number of "zones" within the USSR. However their emergency preparations for what was to come as well as the vast territories of the largest state on Earth insured - in comparison to other nations - a relatively smooth transition to the post Visitation world. Cities along with their factories were evacuated in feats reminiscent of the evacuation of industry to the Urals in the war against the fascists. The military assisted in construction of new housing for people displaced, and a head-start on learning to work with Langium was insured for the Union. Indeed, they were very soon able to begin assistance to the Warsaw pact and other international allies. Total catastrophe had been avoided thanks to the alliance of the labourers!
• Recent History: The recent history of the Soviet Union is very complicated. In the immediate terms the Soviet Union was hit arguably the least of all nations. But soon after there were secondary ramifications of the Visit that would become very apparent. With the death of Hrushev the Soviet political apparatus soon found itself very much divided, and though minimized the upheaval the Visitation created in displacing people and changing their ways of life created opportunists at every corner. The satellite state's populations accused the Soviets of not helping their supposed brothers in the internationale, and when assistance was sent the populace of the USSR complained that the government cared more for foreigners than its own citizens. Cracks in the Soviet system emerged as they could not keep their totalitarian suppression of dissident politics particularly in the regions around the Baltics, Caucasus, and the Urals.
  
  Further, though the state planned economy of the Soviets insured they had unparalleled capability to respond to the Visit's effect on the country in the immediate terms it made fitting into the new normal ever more difficult. If this was not enough the Sino-Soviet split was only getting harsher, and the Americans with their Imperialist allies were getting ever rowdier to distract from the problems of their poorly managed nations, but the Union would persevere!
  
  The reaction of the Soviet Union was facilitated by Alexei Kosygin who promptly became the new head of Premiere and head of State with some assistance from sympathetic KGB members loosely working off of the last words of Hrushev. However, few would anticipate how he would take on the Hrushev thaw. Beset by all sides Kosygin had to create a great many compromises that many would call the second Russian revolution. Reforms were made to all sectors of the Soviet Union and by extension the Warsaw pact. Parties apart from the Soviet Union were once more allowed to operate and participate in elections so long as they abided by the fact the USSR was a Union indivisible, it was Soviet (Councillary), Socialist, and a set of Republics. The economy was liberalized with a great reintroduction of private ownership of smaller assets such as a restaurant going as large as a factory or a Press. The same liberalizations were applied to the Soviet satellite states and an invitation was sent out to the many White Russian and other diasporas to return to the USSR without any fear of reprisal as the above reforms went even further once met with initial success.
  
  Things were looking bright for the Soviet Union as it made good use of its head-start on the research of Langium, its people were pacified and their living standards rising partially in thanks to this new esoteric substance.
  
  The USSR entered a small golden age that is now coming to a close, and only time will tell if yet another one comes like a phoenix or instead a stagnation or collapse comes. Kosygin's unexpectedly worsening health forced a retiring to have him replaced by the promising but extremely (for a politician) young General of the KGB who's rise to Premiere is shrouded in mystery: Anatoli Mikolaevich Pavlenko from Western Ukraine.
  
  Once more malcontents seek to take advantage of the upheaval of Kosygin's retirement. Many demand even greater liberalizations from Budapest to Vladivostok. At the same time though the USSR had a great headstart in the research of Langium their research was largely theoretical and in how to work with Langium by itself, their research into NLCs being only slightly above the global average; this is fundamentally a problem as the increasing commonality of NLCs have made the previously massive demand for Soviet natural resources ever decreasing. Further, the greater freedoms of press have made many people complain at the great militarization the USSR has maintained. Why must T-88s be in Mongolia when they are our comrades, it is asked every day.
  
  For now the people of the USSR are optimistic of the future particularly when contrasting to many of the other countries of the world. But this may change radically. The problems the USSR faces are all undergoing many solutions with a recent breakthrough in oil-based NLCs possibly being a bonanza of wealth. But this is just a stepping stone on one of the hardest paths the Soviets have faced yet.

Pressing Issues:
The USSR faces many issues. In many republics it has found that the people it gave newfound freedoms to only spit upon them demanding more leading to only more anti Soviet sentiment. At the same time the many decades of political leadership being educated abroad has left many unwitting fifth columnists in Soviet government. At the same time the growing power of the Senate has been at the expense of the Soviets with ever fracturing parties insuring little to no change can be made save that which garnishes more power yet for the Senate. Furthermore, the introduction of Langium has insured that demand for Soviet raw materials ranging from titanium to oil has drastically dropped; there is a race against time to develop new and better NLCs to insure that the riches of the Earth within the Soviet Union are not forgotten.

Budget: