Bluetommy

Meta: The Second Generation.

I already have ideas but as Pyro's busy being a good-for-nothing SLUGGARD I guess I have to wait.

still love you though

Monsters and Men: A One Universe Comics Presentation

The Eternal Warrior

"Right... kaiju..." Gilad mumbled to himself as he took the blades from his chest and impaled them downwards into his neck for easier storage. He sprinted through the streets of New York, leaving a trail of blood. He mumbled to himself, thinking about ways to kill a kaiju. He'd done it before but... it had taken a lot more firepower than he currently had. As he rounded a corner he spotted a barbecue on top of a large balcony, and with it...

Two propane tanks.

He had his firepower.

Climbing up the building, he grabbed the propane tanks and fastened them to his hips with some pilfered nails.

Now he just needed a way to trigger them.

As if on cue, a police cruiser sped by. Gilad smiled, leaping from the roof with a grunt, and slamming down on top of a parked car. Kicking his way in, he hotwired it, and sped off after the cruiser.

With a little effort, he managed to get beside the cruiser. He kicked open the door, knocking the metal to the street beside, and leapt over to the cruiser. He climbed on top and kicked his way into the windshield. With a boot on one officer's throat, he relieved the other of his pistol just as the car crashed, spinning through the air and sending Gilad flying. He crashed into the asphalt and left a hefty amount of flesh behind as he burst back into a sprint.

Right, bomb and trigger.

He realized that the car probably had heavier weapons in the trunk, and momentarily turned back to grab a shotgun.

Bomb, trigger, and boomstick.

Now to get to Central Park.

He arrived a few minutes later on a pilfered motorcycle, which he swiftly crashed into a tree.

Oops.

He pulled himself to his feet, pulled a branch out of his knee, and examined the skyline.

He was just in time to see the kaiju fall to a massive metal golem.

That's new.

"Tina, fuck's that thing?"

"I honestly haven't the foggiest, it is fighting the kaiju, so maybe work with it?"

Gilad worked alone, Tina knew that. He wasn't just some slut who would fight alongside anyone at any time, a fight is like a kiss, you don't just go up to random people and kiss them now do you?

"'With' is a dirty word, Tina. Bad girl."

"I'm sure the other geomancers enjoy your playful flirting but I'm not in the mood right now, just do what it is you do."

Flirting? He wasn't... well whatever. He supposed that with the beast prone, now was his opportunity. From the small glimpse he got of the thing, he thought he saw an exoskeleton, which meant the joints were weak spots. Or it could be a shell, if that was the case he could get between the plates.

Well he had two bombs, why not try both.

He dashed over to where the massive beast lie prone. It was huge, that much was true. Not only huge, but shelled, and on its back. All the better.

He leaped in between a split-trunked tree and used that vantage point to get onto the beast's belly. Before he had time to think outside of a quick "time to move", he had shot one of the tanks with the pistol and tossed it at the beast's shoulder. He probably wasn't going to kill it immediately, but robbing it of its weapons would make that part easier.

Then he saw its massive red eyes, dead and staring blankly. Huge beacons that drew his eyes. Ugly, horrible things. He wanted to break them so badly.

So Gilad tore a tank from his waist and tossed it, drawing his shotgun swiftly. He held steady as it arced down, down, right towards the beast's head. Finally, it was just right, and with a blast of shells, the propane tank exploded, just as the one he'd tossed at the beast's shoulder also finally came to the end of its fuse, the pair of explosions launching Gilad off of the beast and off into the treeline.

Hopefully that did some damage.

He hoped, and kept hoping as his head hit a rock and his skull smashed like glass.

Meta: The Second Generation.

Meep

Monsters and Men: A One Universe Comics Presentation

Yes I did

Monsters and Men: A One Universe Comics Presentation

The Eternal Warrior

Somewhere, at Some Point

The pounding of fist meeting target.

The furious growling of the attacker.

The snap of bone being smashed to flakes.

The cold hard ground at his back.

Wait, what the hell?

Gilad was on the ground with a broken orbital bone, staring up into the lights above.

What had just happened? He didn't think he was that drunk.

He ran a hand over his bloodied face, his cold, clammy fingers being coated in warm blood from a massive cut in his eyebrow. It felt good in a way. He pushed himself to a seated position, his hand staining the canvas.

Right, he recalled entering a fighting cage.

Right before he blacked out.

Okay maybe he was that drunk. On the bright side, he felt pretty sober right about now. On a completely unrelated note that headache could be either a concussion or the result of that aforementioned drunkenness. Well he was up now. What was he even here for again?

"Gilad? It's Tina."

Oh, Tina's calling. Either that or the big hairy Japanese guy in front of him has a very high voice.

"Hey Tina," he responded out loud, much to the visible confusion of the bloody-fisted gentlemen in front of him, right before Gilad's fist covered his confused expression.

"Just calling to let you know about a big monster mash going on in New York, like... I'm talking big."

"Oh really?" Gilad responded, holding his opponent in a leg-lock and elbowing him in the head. "That's interesting... too bad I'm in... uh..." Gilad looked up at the room around him, spotting a few tattooed Japanese men with missing pinkies. "Japan, right now, definitely Japan."

"Oh I know, just letting you know. You know, just kaiju stuff, seems like something you wouldn't wanna miss out on."

Damn her correct observations.

"Fine, I'll see about making my way across the Pacific within the hour," he said, dragging his opponent's face along the cage and popping his shoulder out of place.

"No need!" she responded all bubbly-like. It almost sounded like she expected him to say that. "Just get to open ground and I'll toss you over."

That's strange.

He'd never had a geomancer do that before. He pondered why this could be as he drove the other fighter's head into the mat with a slam.

"Never knew a geomancer could do that."

"Oh yeah!" she said. Excitement seemed to be building in her voice. "It's supposed to be a last resort thing but whatever, you're immortal if anything goes wrong."

Well, she was right there at least.

"Alright you've convinced me," he said, holding the fighter in his arms like he was cradling an infant. "Just give me a second." He tossed the fighter into the cage wall, collapsing it and causing a few of the spectators to draw swords. Yay.

A not-very-interesting fight later, Gilad wandered out of the building with only two swords sticking out of his abdomen.

"Right... open ground."

"You're in the middle of Tokyo."

"Yeah... but there's no roof or anything."

"I'm going to open a hole through the Earth, I'd rather not accidentally sink the capital city of Japan, thanks."

"Don't seem like a very skilled geomancer if you can 'accidentally' sink a city," Gilad grumbled as he walked through the streets, ignoring the concerned passers-by as they attempted to get his grievous wounds taken care of. His interactions with the passers-by were simple, sometimes he'd just need to reassure them with a bored "I'm alright.", sometimes he'd have to knock out some police officers, the usual walk back from a day at the bar.

Finally, after walking for far too long, he exited the city.

"Right, I'm here."

Almost immediately after he said that, he fell, and kept falling. The air above quickly faded into a horrible stuffy heat, he couldn't breathe, his body burned, his lungs cried out in pain, and then it was done. It was impossibly quick but astonishingly painful.

And somehow a baseball-sized hole had been burnt into his torso. He could see right through himself.

"I see why nobody has ever done this before."

"Yeah, not a fan myself, oh well, you're here."

He turned, and yep, he was here, right outside New York City.

"Well, time to get to work."

Gilad ran into the city, prepared to fight and probably get drunk again.

Monsters and Men: A One Universe Comics Presentation

Damn kids, get off mah lawn.

Monsters and Men: A One Universe Comics Presentation

The Eternal Warrior

"Fight on, Warrior of Ur."

---

^{Ur | Babylon | Hellas | Zhao | Egypt | Macedon | Rome | Rashidun | Byzantium | Francia | Oda | Ottoman | Britain | America}

The Eternal Warrior

Birth Name: Gilad Anni-Padda

Age: Abyssal

Powers And Abilities:

• Immortality: Revived from death by his brothers with a device known as "the Boon", Gilad is immortal, having lived since the times of the city of Ur, thousands of years ago. Gilad's immortality is tied to the Earth itself, and he serves as an agent of her will. Gilad can be temporarily killed through severe enough damage, but will recover within a short period of time, ranging from a matter of moments to four hours if his limbs or head are separated. Gilad is slayable if separated from the Earth. If Gilad were taken to a magical realm, he would not be able to be revived if slain until brought back to Earth.
• Superior Strength: Thanks to the process that granted him immortality, Gilad is exceptionally physically strong, able to lift up to 2 tons. Gilad isn't the strongest being to exist, but he is one of the most capable of using his strength; in his millennia of fighting, he has come to understand his limits far better than any normal man.
• Millenia of Fighting Experience: Gilad has been fighting for longer than almost every other currently living creature has been breathing. If there is a weapon, Gilad knows how to use it, if there is something that doesn't work as a weapon, Gilad will find a way to use it as one.
• Legendary Cooking Ability: Gilad has eaten of the cuisines of most every culture to ever exist, and has combined aspects of each to form a palette enjoyable to pretty much every person on the planet who enjoys eating.
• Impossible Alcohol Tolerance: A side effect of immortality, Gilad can survive amounts of alcohol that would kill the average man, and it takes a truly legendary amount to get him any more than tipsy. One of his favorite party tricks is to drink a full bottle of rubbing alcohol.
• Astonishing Actor: Gilad has had centuries to imitate and combine accents, gestures, gaits, and quirks, to the point where he can disguise himself effectively from a person who had just spoken to him without actually disguising in the slightest. He knows exactly what pose to take at the exact right time, no matter the situation.

Origin And Backstory: A soldier of the City of Ur, Gilad Anni-Padda was the youngest child of three brothers. Always a rambunctious youth, Gilad proved to be an absolute terror to everyone around him as a soldier, often drunk and violent, and rarely just simply violent. He always meant well, but his drunkenness cost his family and city more often then it benefited them. And when combined with his even more prone to drunkenness brother Aram? Well, it was a miracle Ur survived as long as it did. Ur's fall came during an attack by an army of mystical creatures from every part of a magician's handbook. In a glorious battle, Gilad was slain. His brother, Ivar, ever the minder to his younger siblings, discovered Gilad's body. Overcome with grief, he used his magical abilities to transfer he and Aram to a realm beyond the normal.

After a long and arduous journey, the two brothers discovered a device, "the Boon", so it was called, that according to the shamans, would be capable of raising the dead. Ivar activated it immediately, and was overtaken with a flash of light. He and Aram would be tossed into the timestream itself, and though Aram would eventually be deposited in the modern age, just as immortal as his younger brother, Ivar would be sent careening through time, only staying in one period for short periods of... well, time.

In the material plane, a flash of light appeared in the center of Ur. In a moment, what remained of the city was turned to ruins in a moment, but Gilad was reborn. Connected to the Earth itself through an intermediary known as the "Geomancer", Gilad became the planet's strongest soldier. Gilad has fought on battlefields from Gettysburg to Nagashino, ever the heroic figure saving the day at the last moment. In between battles, he gets into petty fights and slays the odd monster, never existing as far as the modern world is concerned, but always having his presence felt.

Supporting Characters:

• Aram: Gilad's older brother. A transient who goes by the name Armstrong. Not as talented as Gilad, but far more in tune with new technologies, always looking to the future while his brothers look to the past.
• Ivar: The eldest of the three immortal brothers, known as "Timewalker". Ivar is stuck travelling through the timestream, though he can exist in one place for long, so long as he avoids dying. He has been known as Ivar "The Boneless" during a particularly long layover in the Middle Ages.
• Tina Daniels: An 18 year old college student who also happens to be the latest Geomancer, and thus Gilad's link to the Earth.
• Scheherazade: Wife of Ivar, magus in Egypt who was transported to the modern period by her husband in an attempt to keep the two united.

Sample Post:

"Loose arrows!" the roar of the Spartan cleaved the calm air, and the zipping of arrows swiftly followed. The battle had begun. Gilad leveled his spear and linked his shield with the hoplites beside him as the phalanx slowly began to march.

With this, the Persians would be driven into the sea, Greece would be saved, and the terror that the Earth had predicted would never come to be.

The hot sun beating down and the splashing of the tide calmed Gilad, and his eyes closed as he marched ever forwards. Forwards... forwards... forwards.

This bored him.

The phalanx was an effective tactic, but GODS DAMN if it wasn't the most boring thing to be a part of. Even in the middle of a life or death battle, a phalanx was a simple, boring thing. Wait for the enemy to impale himself and thrust the spear every now and again. He could do so much better than this.

---

"Let's see you do better!" roared Shaggy-Breeches. Apparently he had struck a nerve with the King of the Swedes. Ragnar looked almost about ready to spit up into his beard. Gilad chuckled and tapped at the sword at his belt.

"I probably could you know; I'm not just a pretty, beardless face," Gilad said with a mocking smirk that drove the king mad, he knew it.

"Then let's see how worthwhile you really are!" Ragnar said, dropping into a combat stance and drawing a blade. Gilad pursed his lips and shook his head. He wasn't quite in the mood.

"Now see, my king, this is your response to everything, get mad and fight. Remember when you went Viking? When you brought wealth in great amounts? Where is that Ragnar?"

Ragnar growled and tossed his sword, which Gilad deftly dodged.

"FINE! One last raid, the Angles in their Angle-land, you'll be wealthy, and I won't have to deal with your nonsense!" the king roared, placing special emphasis on the "nonsense" part. Despite the clear rage on Ragnar's face, Gilad couldn't help but smile.

"I simply cannot wait."

---

Climb the walls. Climb the walls, flag in hand. All that ran through Gilad's mind was the thought of planting the flag that he so tightly gripped. Explosions sounded all around him, swords clanged as the Turks funneled their way into Constantinople. Gilad felt blood pouring down his chin from an arrow he'd taken in the forehead. He'd be dead if not for the Boon, another reason of thousands to thank its creator should he find him.

The top of the walls was in sight. He was so close now, just a little longer. A black shape appeared atop the wall above. A pot, that was swiftly overturned. Unleashing what was sure to be boiling oil. All Gilad could do was hold the flag away, and hope that it wasn't stained.

The unbelievable pain from oil meeting skin was tempered by his desire to see the top, his flesh melting off of his bones wasn't enough to stop him, the spears poking through every little slit in the wall, impaling him like he were made of water weren't enough to stop him.

He reached the top, much to the shock of the oil-pourer. Gilad took the flag with both hands as arrows and shot entered his body, a soldier drove a sword through his spine, losing grip of his sword as Gilad kept going. With a whip, he pulled the flag in a circle around him, driving soldiers off of the walls and dropping the oil-pourer to the ground. With a mighty yell, Gilad pulled the flag up, and drove the pole through the man's chest. As he collapsed to the ground, Gilad looked up, seeing the first time that the Ottoman flag would fly over Constantinople.

---

"Constantinople? Really?"

"Fine city in its time, not a big fan these days, I hate it when cities ride off of their tourist appeal."

"Very true brother! Very true!"

Gilad and Aram clinked cups, concurrently taking shots and laughing greedily as the drink met their tongues. Meanwhile, a group of unconscious bikers twitched on the ground in front of them.

Monsters and Men: A One Universe Comics Presentation

Rather than just express interest without doing anything, I decided to make a sheet first! Hope it's good!

The Eternal Warrior

"Fight on, Warrior of Ur."

---

^{Ur | Babylon | Hellas | Zhao | Egypt | Macedon | Rome | Rashidun | Byzantium | Francia | Oda | Ottoman | Britain | America}

The Eternal Warrior

Birth Name: Gilad Anni-Padda

Age: Abyssal

Powers And Abilities:

• Immortality: Revived from death by his brothers with a device known as "the Boon", Gilad is immortal, having lived since the times of the city of Ur, thousands of years ago. Gilad's immortality is tied to the Earth itself, and he serves as an agent of her will. Gilad can be temporarily killed through severe enough damage, but will recover within a short period of time, ranging from a matter of moments to four hours if his limbs or head are separated. Gilad is slayable if separated from the Earth. If Gilad were taken to a magical realm, he would not be able to be revived if slain until brought back to Earth.
• Superior Strength: Thanks to the process that granted him immortality, Gilad is exceptionally physically strong, able to lift up to 2 tons. Gilad isn't the strongest being to exist, but he is one of the most capable of using his strength; in his millennia of fighting, he has come to understand his limits far better than any normal man.
• Millenia of Fighting Experience: Gilad has been fighting for longer than almost every other currently living creature has been breathing. If there is a weapon, Gilad knows how to use it, if there is something that doesn't work as a weapon, Gilad will find a way to use it as one.
• Legendary Cooking Ability: Gilad has eaten of the cuisines of most every culture to ever exist, and has combined aspects of each to form a palette enjoyable to pretty much every person on the planet who enjoys eating.
• Impossible Alcohol Tolerance: A side effect of immortality, Gilad can survive amounts of alcohol that would kill the average man, and it takes a truly legendary amount to get him any more than tipsy. One of his favorite party tricks is to drink a full bottle of rubbing alcohol.
• Astonishing Actor: Gilad has had centuries to imitate and combine accents, gestures, gaits, and quirks, to the point where he can disguise himself effectively from a person who had just spoken to him without actually disguising in the slightest. He knows exactly what pose to take at the exact right time, no matter the situation.

Origin And Backstory: A soldier of the City of Ur, Gilad Anni-Padda was the youngest child of three brothers. Always a rambunctious youth, Gilad proved to be an absolute terror to everyone around him as a soldier, often drunk and violent, and rarely just simply violent. He always meant well, but his drunkenness cost his family and city more often then it benefited them. And when combined with his even more prone to drunkenness brother Aram? Well, it was a miracle Ur survived as long as it did. Ur's fall came during an attack by an army of mystical creatures from every part of a magician's handbook. In a glorious battle, Gilad was slain. His brother, Ivar, ever the minder to his younger siblings, discovered Gilad's body. Overcome with grief, he used his magical abilities to transfer he and Aram to a realm beyond the normal.

After a long and arduous journey, the two brothers discovered a device, "the Boon", so it was called, that according to the shamans, would be capable of raising the dead. Ivar activated it immediately, and was overtaken with a flash of light. He and Aram would be tossed into the timestream itself, and though Aram would eventually be deposited in the modern age, just as immortal as his younger brother, Ivar would be sent careening through time, only staying in one period for short periods of... well, time.

In the material plane, a flash of light appeared in the center of Ur. In a moment, what remained of the city was turned to ruins in a moment, but Gilad was reborn. Connected to the Earth itself through an intermediary known as the "Geomancer", Gilad became the planet's strongest soldier. Gilad has fought on battlefields from Gettysburg to Nagashino, ever the heroic figure saving the day at the last moment. In between battles, he gets into petty fights and slays the odd monster, never existing as far as the modern world is concerned, but always having his presence felt.

Supporting Characters:

• Aram: Gilad's older brother. A transient who goes by the name Armstrong. Not as talented as Gilad, but far more in tune with new technologies, always looking to the future while his brothers look to the past.
• Ivar: The eldest of the three immortal brothers, known as "Timewalker". Ivar is stuck travelling through the timestream, though he can exist in one place for long, so long as he avoids dying. He has been known as Ivar "The Boneless" during a particularly long layover in the Middle Ages.
• Tina Daniels: An 18 year old college student who also happens to be the latest Geomancer, and thus Gilad's link to the Earth.
• Scheherazade: Wife of Ivar, magus in Egypt who was transported to the modern period by her husband in an attempt to keep the two united.

Sample Post:

"Loose arrows!" the roar of the Spartan cleaved the calm air, and the zipping of arrows swiftly followed. The battle had begun. Gilad leveled his spear and linked his shield with the hoplites beside him as the phalanx slowly began to march.

With this, the Persians would be driven into the sea, Greece would be saved, and the terror that the Earth had predicted would never come to be.

The hot sun beating down and the splashing of the tide calmed Gilad, and his eyes closed as he marched ever forwards. Forwards... forwards... forwards.

This bored him.

The phalanx was an effective tactic, but GODS DAMN if it wasn't the most boring thing to be a part of. Even in the middle of a life or death battle, a phalanx was a simple, boring thing. Wait for the enemy to impale himself and thrust the spear every now and again. He could do so much better than this.

---

"Let's see you do better!" roared Shaggy-Breeches. Apparently he had struck a nerve with the King of the Swedes. Ragnar looked almost about ready to spit up into his beard. Gilad chuckled and tapped at the sword at his belt.

"I probably could you know; I'm not just a pretty, beardless face," Gilad said with a mocking smirk that drove the king mad, he knew it.

"Then let's see how worthwhile you really are!" Ragnar said, dropping into a combat stance and drawing a blade. Gilad pursed his lips and shook his head. He wasn't quite in the mood.

"Now see, my king, this is your response to everything, get mad and fight. Remember when you went Viking? When you brought wealth in great amounts? Where is that Ragnar?"

Ragnar growled and tossed his sword, which Gilad deftly dodged.

"FINE! One last raid, the Angles in their Angle-land, you'll be wealthy, and I won't have to deal with your nonsense!" the king roared, placing special emphasis on the "nonsense" part. Despite the clear rage on Ragnar's face, Gilad couldn't help but smile.

"I simply cannot wait."

---

Climb the walls. Climb the walls, flag in hand. All that ran through Gilad's mind was the thought of planting the flag that he so tightly gripped. Explosions sounded all around him, swords clanged as the Turks funneled their way into Constantinople. Gilad felt blood pouring down his chin from an arrow he'd taken in the forehead. He'd be dead if not for the Boon, another reason of thousands to thank its creator should he find him.

The top of the walls was in sight. He was so close now, just a little longer. A black shape appeared atop the wall above. A pot, that was swiftly overturned. Unleashing what was sure to be boiling oil. All Gilad could do was hold the flag away, and hope that it wasn't stained.

The unbelievable pain from oil meeting skin was tempered by his desire to see the top, his flesh melting off of his bones wasn't enough to stop him, the spears poking through every little slit in the wall, impaling him like he were made of water weren't enough to stop him.

He reached the top, much to the shock of the oil-pourer. Gilad took the flag with both hands as arrows and shot entered his body, a soldier drove a sword through his spine, losing grip of his sword as Gilad kept going. With a whip, he pulled the flag in a circle around him, driving soldiers off of the walls and dropping the oil-pourer to the ground. With a mighty yell, Gilad pulled the flag up, and drove the pole through the man's chest. As he collapsed to the ground, Gilad looked up, seeing the first time that the Ottoman flag would fly over Constantinople.

---

"Constantinople? Really?"

"Fine city in its time, not a big fan these days, I hate it when cities ride off of their tourist appeal."

"Very true brother! Very true!"

Gilad and Aram clinked cups, concurrently taking shots and laughing greedily as the drink met their tongues. Meanwhile, a group of unconscious bikers twitched on the ground in front of them.

1918: The New War

Rossiya

The All-Russia United Front

Heads of Government:
Republican: Alexander Kolchak
Soviet: Yakov Sverdlov

Capitals:
Republican: Omsk
Soviet: Petrograd

The Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic

The European half of the former Russian Empire is controlled by the recently formed Russian SFSR. Ruled by Vladimir Lenin as head of government in theory, in fact the Socialist Republic is dominated by the triumvirate of Commissar Leon Trotsky, Chairman and head of state Yakov Sverdlov, and Commissar Joseph Stalin. This is as a result of a massive stroke suffered by Lenin after Dracula's horde shattered the Austro-Hungarian Empire and began making inroads into the western provinces, leading to his death mere days after. The power struggles between the three men are dominated by Sverdlov, once Lenin's right hand man, but Stalin is secretly receiving support from the Whites in the east, as fears of Trotsky's wishes for a continued revolution have driven them to work against him, and Sverdlov is seen as simply being a second Lenin as well as possibly having been responsible for the death of the Tsar.

Although in theory the more powerful half of the country, the Soviet state is poorly organized and ill-prepared for an invasion, having been driven back already by the surprise attack of the vampiric hordes. Their still vast manpower reserves are their only saving grace, and the death of Lenin may lead to a loss of stability that neither Russia needs.

The Military is lead by Jukums Vācietis, a Latvian crony of Trotsky and heavy believer in the value of riflemen. Vācietis has lobbied against industrialization of the army, believing that infantry are all that is needed to defend the Soviet state.

The Provisional All-Russian Government

The Asian half of the former Russian Empire is the domain of the Russian Whites, ruled by Alexander Kolchak as Supreme Leader. The Kolchak Government was widely unpopular during its initial days, his uncompromising stance on moderate leftists and reliance on western support harming his support base. The sudden emergence of Dracula and his horde was enough to make Kolchak compromise slightly. The initial Soviet demands of White submission were almost enough to make Kolchak abandon negotiations, but former Tsarist minister Sergey Sazonov was capable of negotiating an uneasy peace. Now seeing the Soviets at least as convenient allies, Kolchak's stance on moderates has eased, but many of these moderates worry that the growing centralization under the admiral is a threat to the new Republic.

The army of the Republic is lead by Anton Denikin, an excellent offensive leader who realizes the potential of motorization in an offensive army and has been instrumental in encouraging industrialization in the republic. He and the recent arrival Pyotr Wrangel, have reorganized the severely ailing Russian army, rearming it with Western aid and reforging it into a truly modern fighting force. Disagreements between the two men have lead to Wrangel volunteering to lead the White detachment fighting alongside the Red Army, a request which has been granted. Wrangel and his troops have proved much more effective than their Soviet allies, and have especially grown a resentment towards Commissar Stalin, whose brutality clashes with Wrangel's belief in honorable combat.

With the Soviets fighting against the Vampiric hordes, Kolchak and his advisors have begun looking for ways to gain an advantage for when their "allies" inevitably fell. Plans have been made to head south into Mongolia and Manchuria, with ambassadors also being sent to Japan to perhaps negotiate an alliance.

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