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The Kingdom of Soroya
1907
1907
Crisis in Salardia
After recent news of the coup lead by Henri De Savoi, President Kevin Notles gave an official address to the current situation in Salardia and her ally Aontas’ actions. “It saddens me to see a peaceful nation such as Slaradia fall into political and military strife. How any responsible nation can recognize this blatant power grab is beyond me, to openly accept a military dictatorship as a member nation, to have them represent your own ideology.
Is this the kind of men we can expect to see leading the Imperial Restoration? Mad men craving power, and suddenly seizing it when their enemies are at their weakest? Can the world not see that this is the kind of people Imperial Restoration not only promotes, but advocates for. I honestly don’t know what to say.” President Kevin Notles stopped for a second, feelings conflicted over the current situation. He had no idea that the restoration would commit such a monstrous act such as this.
“I do know this. Whether through peace, or by force, I will recognize Sociatatem’s goals. War should never be a first choice, but it is a choice. On this day I ask Soroya, no, I ask the nations of the world that promote the ideals of freedom and democracy, please stand by me. Help me stop these warmachines. If it means beating them at their own game, then so be it, but I give in no more. Every move I make will be to promote these goals. Stand strong, the worse has yet to come.”
The crowd cheered, but his face was full of discontent. Every small victory, lead to a crushing defeat. Something Kevin Notles had never imagined six years ago. The world looked on with a judgemental eye, looking for the faults in Sociatatem’s practice at every turn. Nations such as Kalpia and Deltora, questioning motives or reasoning did not strengthen this bond. It was the Imperial Restorations inherent lack of criticism between member states that made it so strong, though Notles saw the cracks.
crowd gathered for Kevin Notles speech, circa 1907
Faresian Relations
After the recent events in Salardia, Kevin Notles was convinced at preventing it from occurring to another independent state. Sending a message throughout Faresia’s neutral nations excluding Yamarano and Xian:
To the respective leaders of Haegye, Manyeong, Wataraoi, Heoryong, Sarihae, Basai, Nasong, and Nakashisaki,
Recent events in Salardia and Serranthia worry me about the future stability of not Varius, but of the world. The Imperial Restoration has been accused of numerous accusations from forging claims, unlawful occupation of territory, military coups, and puppeting sovereign nations. These are the ideals of the Imperial Restoration. Rapid expansion into neighboring countries and the acquisition of strategic locations and resources.
I fear this warmonger's allies have similar feelings. Xian, specifically, neighbors the majority of you. Aided with foreign weapons from the Survaekom Army, he shows more than just plans to remove my territorial claims from Faresia, but rather to claim the entire continent for themselves. A frightening prospect to say the least.
Please, if you are a free thinking democratic people’s I ask for your open support. That you allow open relations within our two nations. Even if it does not mean joining Sociatatem, then by aiding us in our goals for a free world.
Sincerely,
Prime Minister of Soroya, Kevin Notles
Let the games begin
As of January 6th Soroya announces the Ekonian games. A grand sports tournament held in Ekonian lands nearly 1000 years ago, it was rediscovered two years ago by a group of archeologist just outside of the city of Ekon. The sport itself originally hosted a series of competitions such as swimming, marathons, and various other competitions to prove one's own physical prowess.
A group of entrepreneurs after this discovery quickly began funding this project, before the Soroyan government themselves began funding development, creating the first ever stadium in Sikea, Soroya just last year. The stadium itself seats nearly 50,000 attendees expected to come from all over the world.
The first ever competition will begin on June 1st and will last until June 18th. Forty three different sporting events have been announced, including track-and-field, gymnastics, swimming, cycling, wrestling, weightlifting, fencing, and shooting. The top three performing athletes will receive a bronze, silver, and gold metal respectively as a reward for their athletic performances. Soroya officially invites any and all nations interested in attending, whether Varian, Serranthian, Sarelian, Faresian, or Vakellian, all nations are welcomes to participate.
First ever modern day Ekonian games stadium
Old Mans Corner
As Robs and Oaf finally arrive, they witness the raging inferno inside the Old Mans Corner. Oaf, somewhat cowardly, began to back away. Though Robs knew Oaf had no intense fear of fire, he had the brain of a small child making the situation overwhelming. The mercenaries slightly nervous began to look at each other, and whispered softly behind Robs back. “Afraid of a little fire are we gentlemen? Last I checked I hired warriors not cowards, prove that I didn’t waste that money.”
Out of a sense of pride the five mercenaries quickly began to get to work. Each began carrying small buckets to help extinguish the blaze. Almost completely overtaken by the scene Robs noticed the broken piece of palisade in the south, realizing that must be where the perpetrators of the event escaped.
“Oaf, looks like me and you have to handle a few wasteland thugs trying to flee the scene of the crime.” Personally he wasn’t truly expecting to see anything, but he wasn’t keen on taking any chances, plus the alternative was heading towards the fight, something he wasn’t exactly looking forward to.
As they left he noticed large tracks from what assumed to be a large animal. Not exactly what he was expecting, but not hard to follow. “I think if we follow these tracks it may lead us to our culprits Oaf, what do you think?”
“Bear?” He happily shouted.
“I’ve heard of a lot of nasty things in the wasteland, I truly hope it’s a bear.” Though Robs wasn’t entirely sure who was behind these attacks, he knew whoever caused this damage must have been skilled. “This much damage, I wonder who could have done this Robs? Looks like the work of thirty people, or an elite squad. Damn, I hope we don’t run into brotherhood folks.”
Oaf simply happily jogged while shouting “Bear, Bear, Cuddly Bear!” Though he never seen one in real life, stuffed bears had always been so cuddly in Oaf’s childhood. He knew that real ones were much bigger, but in his eyes he didn’t see the potential danger or threat of a large animal.
@Letter Bee
Ivan’s Brew
The bar was packed today, the slavers seemed to have been celebrating a recent victory. Of what he could only guess, but he heard news of a recent attack on Liberty Island. It wasn’t impossible to assume they had been responsible for it.
An armored man, a Slaver by the looks of it, walked up the bar and ordered a drink. “Whatever you are looking for we got it, only here at Ivan’s brew.”
The man gave gleeful smile and shouted “Give me the best shit you got. I’ve had a long day, and I want to unwind.” Robs simply smiled and handed him a bottle of Ivan’s Specialty Brew. Before he even managed to take a single sip however a loud explosion was heard in the distance. The entire bar went silent, something Robs hadn’t seen a single day of his life.
A man ran inside the building and yelled “The Old Mans Corner is under attack, someone just blew up the barracks.” Nearly ¾ of the customers seated quickly jumped out of their seats and began piling out of the building. Those who remained burst into idle conversation and slight panic.
Robs looked over at Oaf who was silently standing in the corner doing his usual business before he shouted “Oaf get over here. I want to see what all the fuss is about.” Oaf being somewhat reclusive in frightening situations reluctantly agreed. Though he didn’t mention it, the Old Mans Corner was the majority of his business, making this not only a huge threat to his business protection wise, but economically as well.
When they finally arrived outside they could see the flames from Ivan’s Brew, and Robs heart sank. Oaf somewhat obviously began to point only saying only two words “fire bad”. However for Robs it was worse than bad, it was terrible. He wasn’t going to be able to run a business under these circumstances and slightly panicked. Soon after he began motioning to the leader of the mercenary group working under him.
“I want half of your men to accompany me to the Old Mans Corner. It seems we have an issue to deal with.” The man silently agreed and five of the ten hired mercenaries began to leave Ivan’s Brew. Once they had gathered they quickly followed Robs and Oaf to the Old Mans Corner. Each mercenary was armed with an assortment of weapons from rifles to shotguns, while wearing sturdy leather armor. Not exactly an elite force, but it was the best Robs could ask for.
@Boop_Im_A_Dragon, as your characters are outside Old Man's Corner, what about reacting to Par and the others' rampage?
Alright sounds good to me. Was trying to figure out what to really do or say. XD
Ivan’s Brew
The seats were packed and not a single man was going without a drink, this for Robs was a slow day. At a capacity of about thirty, they saw men from all corners and ways of life. However, traditional policy meant they could not refuse them service. For a few caps, Robs would probably sellout everyone in the bar, man, woman, or child, he didn’t care. Business was business in his mind.
Oaf silently stood off in the corner doing what he did best, absolutely nothing. His mind was about as empty the wasteland, Robs sometimes wondered if it was emptier. Suddenly two men walked up to the counter, looked to be raiders, but it didn’t really matter. With a somewhat disinterested look Robs asked “What would you two…” he paused for a second “gentleman like from our fine establishment.”
“We hear you have the best damned bear around, something we would like to test ourselves.” The man gave a somewhat sinister smile. “Don’t disappoint.” Lucky for him he wouldn’t. Before his father had died he left his secret brew, a special mixture from a prewar cookbook. Along with it came a series of instructions to make other alcoholic beverages from martinis to bloody marrys. However the lacked ingredients to most.
“We will be right with you.” He went into the back and grabbed a bottle of old Sunset Sarsaparilla bottles filled with Ivan’s Brew. The labels had been crossed out and replaced with the words “Ivan’s Special Brew” written with a crude black sharpie. When he returned Robs simply remarked “Trust me, this is the best you will get in miles. Other places scavenge their whiskey, we take the time to make it.” The men left pleased, and he continued on his day.
Name= Robs Bowers and Alex “Oaf” Bowers
Age= 25 and 20
Looks (picture optional)=
Robs: He is around 5’6 so shorter than your average guy, but his looks are far above average. He has suave facial features are accompanied by dark brown, clean cut hair, with blue eyes, while wearing a black suit, white undershirt, and red tie.
Oaf: 250 lbs. of muscle and standing close to 6’8, his facial features are what could be described as average at best. With his hair shaved clean off, his only truly redeeming quality is his uniform matching his brothers.
Personality=
Robs: Robs is an egocentric man who doesn’t care about anyone or anything beyond his “brother” Oaf, whom he cares deeply about. He likes to pretend, especially when Oaf is present, to be skilled in many trades, often which he knows nothing about. In the end, he will try to talk his way out of any situation no matter who gets hurt because of it.
Oaf: Oaf isn’t the brightest lightbulb in the room, in fact out of all the lightblubs left in the world his isn’t shining at all. He loves his brother, and doesn’t truly care much for the world outside of that. He gets overly attached to new friends, often times refusing to leave them or separate. He has trouble understanding new things or leaving old things behind. If his environment suddenly changes he is prone to mental breakdowns or temper tantrums.
Faction= Wasteland
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Robs
Strength-4
Perception-6
Endurance-3
Charisma-10
Intelligence-4
Agility-8
Luck-6
Oaf
Strength-10
Perception-4
Endurance-10
Charisma-2
Intelligence-1
Agility-5
Luck-10
Backstory=
Robs was abandoned at a young age, his parents either left him or were killed, when he was come across by a woman named Marjorie. Either out of sorrow or pity she quietly took him into her own home and raised heim, along with her husband named Ivan. While Marjorie raised Robs, Ivan payed the bills working a small bar just outside of the Old Mans corner called “Ivan’s Brew”. He lived his life in content, with what he knew to be his mom and dad, ignorant of the truth.
When he had turned four Marjorie was pregnant with Oaf. During this time, his life had changed drastically. Ivan began to give Robs more and more responsibility, as his younger brother Alex was given special treatment. By the time Robs was ten, Alex had already begun showing signs of being slower than average child. Though larger than most children his age, he had trouble speaking to others beyond single words or very simple sentences. Robs’ jealousy of Alex’s special treatment turned severe as he began to bully his younger brother out of spite. Calling him things such as “idiot”, “retard”, and “oaf”. As Robs worked the counter, Alex got to sit around and “read” books, none of which he understood.
When Robs turned thirteen life took a terrible turn, a local group of raiders angry over the poor service turned violent and attacked the bar. His mother killed and Ivan close to death, left alive only to continue running the bar in exchange for weekly payments. Soon enough both Alex and Robs had begun working, often times barely making payments and going hungry. As both boys grew older Robs’ hatred for Alex slowly turned to compassion realizing that he truly had no one else.
When he finally turned twenty Ivan had died of a heart attack, leaving Robs as the rightful owner of the bar. After much consideration he decided to leave the name as is, and began to bring in business his father would have never imagined. Years of serving tables he picked up a charismatic charm around others convincing customers to stay. Alex even began to serve as a bodyguard within the club due to his large stature and build, often time intimidating the customers who would make a mess. Raiders came and went, but as long as they were served they never troubled the two brothers.
Now the age of twenty five and twenty respectively this is their day to day lives. Robs works the counter, Alex, somewhat innocently, just stands there intimidating those who enter. When the business truly began to bring in more customers they hired two serving girls named Ansley and Miranda.
Weapon choice=
Robs: 9mm Pistol and a 12 Gage hunting shotgun
Alex: A pair of brass knuckles and 9mm Pistol
Any other info not included in the above=
-Alex is illiterate
-Robs always refers to his brother as “Oaf” a term that has stuck around since they are children
-They currently are paying a group of mercenaries for protection from raiders for ¼ of the bars current profit
-The bar’s name is Ivan’s Brew (though mentioned I would like people to have an easy place to see the name)
-Robs has a gambling addiction and loves to play games such as caravan and black jack to pass the time. (both of which are provided at the bar)
-Located just outside of the Old Mans Corner, and often see business from Slavers, Raiders, and other unsavory types.
Age= 25 and 20
Looks (picture optional)=
Robs: He is around 5’6 so shorter than your average guy, but his looks are far above average. He has suave facial features are accompanied by dark brown, clean cut hair, with blue eyes, while wearing a black suit, white undershirt, and red tie.
Oaf: 250 lbs. of muscle and standing close to 6’8, his facial features are what could be described as average at best. With his hair shaved clean off, his only truly redeeming quality is his uniform matching his brothers.
Personality=
Robs: Robs is an egocentric man who doesn’t care about anyone or anything beyond his “brother” Oaf, whom he cares deeply about. He likes to pretend, especially when Oaf is present, to be skilled in many trades, often which he knows nothing about. In the end, he will try to talk his way out of any situation no matter who gets hurt because of it.
Oaf: Oaf isn’t the brightest lightbulb in the room, in fact out of all the lightblubs left in the world his isn’t shining at all. He loves his brother, and doesn’t truly care much for the world outside of that. He gets overly attached to new friends, often times refusing to leave them or separate. He has trouble understanding new things or leaving old things behind. If his environment suddenly changes he is prone to mental breakdowns or temper tantrums.
Faction= Wasteland
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Robs
Strength-4
Perception-6
Endurance-3
Charisma-10
Intelligence-4
Agility-8
Luck-6
Oaf
Strength-10
Perception-4
Endurance-10
Charisma-2
Intelligence-1
Agility-5
Luck-10
Backstory=
Robs was abandoned at a young age, his parents either left him or were killed, when he was come across by a woman named Marjorie. Either out of sorrow or pity she quietly took him into her own home and raised heim, along with her husband named Ivan. While Marjorie raised Robs, Ivan payed the bills working a small bar just outside of the Old Mans corner called “Ivan’s Brew”. He lived his life in content, with what he knew to be his mom and dad, ignorant of the truth.
When he had turned four Marjorie was pregnant with Oaf. During this time, his life had changed drastically. Ivan began to give Robs more and more responsibility, as his younger brother Alex was given special treatment. By the time Robs was ten, Alex had already begun showing signs of being slower than average child. Though larger than most children his age, he had trouble speaking to others beyond single words or very simple sentences. Robs’ jealousy of Alex’s special treatment turned severe as he began to bully his younger brother out of spite. Calling him things such as “idiot”, “retard”, and “oaf”. As Robs worked the counter, Alex got to sit around and “read” books, none of which he understood.
When Robs turned thirteen life took a terrible turn, a local group of raiders angry over the poor service turned violent and attacked the bar. His mother killed and Ivan close to death, left alive only to continue running the bar in exchange for weekly payments. Soon enough both Alex and Robs had begun working, often times barely making payments and going hungry. As both boys grew older Robs’ hatred for Alex slowly turned to compassion realizing that he truly had no one else.
When he finally turned twenty Ivan had died of a heart attack, leaving Robs as the rightful owner of the bar. After much consideration he decided to leave the name as is, and began to bring in business his father would have never imagined. Years of serving tables he picked up a charismatic charm around others convincing customers to stay. Alex even began to serve as a bodyguard within the club due to his large stature and build, often time intimidating the customers who would make a mess. Raiders came and went, but as long as they were served they never troubled the two brothers.
Now the age of twenty five and twenty respectively this is their day to day lives. Robs works the counter, Alex, somewhat innocently, just stands there intimidating those who enter. When the business truly began to bring in more customers they hired two serving girls named Ansley and Miranda.
Weapon choice=
Robs: 9mm Pistol and a 12 Gage hunting shotgun
Alex: A pair of brass knuckles and 9mm Pistol
Any other info not included in the above=
-Alex is illiterate
-Robs always refers to his brother as “Oaf” a term that has stuck around since they are children
-They currently are paying a group of mercenaries for protection from raiders for ¼ of the bars current profit
-The bar’s name is Ivan’s Brew (though mentioned I would like people to have an easy place to see the name)
-Robs has a gambling addiction and loves to play games such as caravan and black jack to pass the time. (both of which are provided at the bar)
-Located just outside of the Old Mans Corner, and often see business from Slavers, Raiders, and other unsavory types.
Name= Robs Bowers and Alex “Oaf” Bowers
Age= 25 and 20
Looks (picture optional)=
Robs: He is around 5’6 so shorter than your average guy, but his looks are far above average. He has suave facial features are accompanied by dark brown, clean cut hair, with blue eyes, while wearing a black suit, white undershirt, and red tie.
Oaf: 250 lbs. of muscle and standing close to 6’8, his facial features are what could be described as average at best. With his hair shaved clean off, his only truly redeeming quality is his uniform matching his brothers.
Personality=
Robs: Robs is an egocentric man who doesn’t care about anyone or anything beyond his “brother” Oaf, whom he cares deeply about. He likes to pretend, especially when Oaf is present, to be skilled in many trades, often which he knows nothing about. In the end, he will try to talk his way out of any situation no matter who gets hurt because of it.
Oaf: Oaf isn’t the brightest lightbulb in the room, in fact out of all the lightblubs left in the world his isn’t shining at all. He loves his brother, and doesn’t truly care much for the world outside of that. He gets overly attached to new friends, often times refusing to leave them or separate. He has trouble understanding new things or leaving old things behind. If his environment suddenly changes he is prone to mental breakdowns or temper tantrums.
Faction= Wasteland
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Robs
Strength-4
Perception-6
Endurance-3
Charisma-10
Intelligence-4
Agility-8
Luck-6
Oaf
Strength-10
Perception-4
Endurance-10
Charisma-2
Intelligence-1
Agility-5
Luck-10
Backstory=
Robs was abandoned at a young age, his parents either left him or were killed, when he was come across by a woman named Marjorie. Either out of sorrow or pity she quietly took him into her own home and raised heim, along with her husband named Ivan. While Marjorie raised Robs, Ivan payed the bills working a small bar just outside of the Old Mans corner called “Ivan’s Brew”. He lived his life in content, with what he knew to be his mom and dad, ignorant of the truth.
When he had turned four Marjorie was pregnant with Oaf. During this time, his life had changed drastically. Ivan began to give Robs more and more responsibility, as his younger brother Alex was given special treatment. By the time Robs was ten, Alex had already begun showing signs of being slower than average child. Though larger than most children his age, he had trouble speaking to others beyond single words or very simple sentences. Robs’ jealousy of Alex’s special treatment turned severe as he began to bully his younger brother out of spite. Calling him things such as “idiot”, “retard”, and “oaf”. As Robs worked the counter, Alex got to sit around and “read” books, none of which he understood.
When Robs turned thirteen life took a terrible turn, a local group of raiders angry over the poor service turned violent and attacked the bar. His mother killed and Ivan close to death, left alive only to continue running the bar in exchange for weekly payments. Soon enough both Alex and Robs had begun working, often times barely making payments and going hungry. As both boys grew older Robs’ hatred for Alex slowly turned to compassion realizing that he truly had no one else.
When he finally turned twenty Ivan had died of a heart attack, leaving Robs as the rightful owner of the bar. After much consideration he decided to leave the name as is, and began to bring in business his father would have never imagined. Years of serving tables he picked up a charismatic charm around others convincing customers to stay. Alex even began to serve as a bodyguard within the club due to his large stature and build, often time intimidating the customers who would make a mess. Raiders came and went, but as long as they were served they never troubled the two brothers.
Now the age of twenty five and twenty respectively this is their day to day lives. Robs works the counter, Alex, somewhat innocently, just stands there intimidating those who enter. When the business truly began to bring in more customers they hired two serving girls named Ansley and Miranda.
Weapon choice=
Robs: 9mm Pistol and a 12 Gage hunting shotgun
Alex: A pair of brass knuckles and 9mm Pistol
Any other info not included in the above=
-Alex is illiterate
-Robs always refers to his brother as “Oaf” a term that has stuck around since they are children
-They currently are paying a group of mercenaries for protection from raiders for ¼ of the bars current profit
-The bar’s name is Ivan’s Brew (though mentioned I would like people to have an easy place to see the name)
-Robs has a gambling addiction and loves to play games such as caravan and black jack to pass the time. (both of which are provided at the bar)
-Located just outside of the Old Mans Corner, and often see business from Slavers, Raiders, and other unsavory types.
Age= 25 and 20
Looks (picture optional)=
Robs: He is around 5’6 so shorter than your average guy, but his looks are far above average. He has suave facial features are accompanied by dark brown, clean cut hair, with blue eyes, while wearing a black suit, white undershirt, and red tie.
Oaf: 250 lbs. of muscle and standing close to 6’8, his facial features are what could be described as average at best. With his hair shaved clean off, his only truly redeeming quality is his uniform matching his brothers.
Personality=
Robs: Robs is an egocentric man who doesn’t care about anyone or anything beyond his “brother” Oaf, whom he cares deeply about. He likes to pretend, especially when Oaf is present, to be skilled in many trades, often which he knows nothing about. In the end, he will try to talk his way out of any situation no matter who gets hurt because of it.
Oaf: Oaf isn’t the brightest lightbulb in the room, in fact out of all the lightblubs left in the world his isn’t shining at all. He loves his brother, and doesn’t truly care much for the world outside of that. He gets overly attached to new friends, often times refusing to leave them or separate. He has trouble understanding new things or leaving old things behind. If his environment suddenly changes he is prone to mental breakdowns or temper tantrums.
Faction= Wasteland
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Robs
Strength-4
Perception-6
Endurance-3
Charisma-10
Intelligence-4
Agility-8
Luck-6
Oaf
Strength-10
Perception-4
Endurance-10
Charisma-2
Intelligence-1
Agility-5
Luck-10
Backstory=
Robs was abandoned at a young age, his parents either left him or were killed, when he was come across by a woman named Marjorie. Either out of sorrow or pity she quietly took him into her own home and raised heim, along with her husband named Ivan. While Marjorie raised Robs, Ivan payed the bills working a small bar just outside of the Old Mans corner called “Ivan’s Brew”. He lived his life in content, with what he knew to be his mom and dad, ignorant of the truth.
When he had turned four Marjorie was pregnant with Oaf. During this time, his life had changed drastically. Ivan began to give Robs more and more responsibility, as his younger brother Alex was given special treatment. By the time Robs was ten, Alex had already begun showing signs of being slower than average child. Though larger than most children his age, he had trouble speaking to others beyond single words or very simple sentences. Robs’ jealousy of Alex’s special treatment turned severe as he began to bully his younger brother out of spite. Calling him things such as “idiot”, “retard”, and “oaf”. As Robs worked the counter, Alex got to sit around and “read” books, none of which he understood.
When Robs turned thirteen life took a terrible turn, a local group of raiders angry over the poor service turned violent and attacked the bar. His mother killed and Ivan close to death, left alive only to continue running the bar in exchange for weekly payments. Soon enough both Alex and Robs had begun working, often times barely making payments and going hungry. As both boys grew older Robs’ hatred for Alex slowly turned to compassion realizing that he truly had no one else.
When he finally turned twenty Ivan had died of a heart attack, leaving Robs as the rightful owner of the bar. After much consideration he decided to leave the name as is, and began to bring in business his father would have never imagined. Years of serving tables he picked up a charismatic charm around others convincing customers to stay. Alex even began to serve as a bodyguard within the club due to his large stature and build, often time intimidating the customers who would make a mess. Raiders came and went, but as long as they were served they never troubled the two brothers.
Now the age of twenty five and twenty respectively this is their day to day lives. Robs works the counter, Alex, somewhat innocently, just stands there intimidating those who enter. When the business truly began to bring in more customers they hired two serving girls named Ansley and Miranda.
Weapon choice=
Robs: 9mm Pistol and a 12 Gage hunting shotgun
Alex: A pair of brass knuckles and 9mm Pistol
Any other info not included in the above=
-Alex is illiterate
-Robs always refers to his brother as “Oaf” a term that has stuck around since they are children
-They currently are paying a group of mercenaries for protection from raiders for ¼ of the bars current profit
-The bar’s name is Ivan’s Brew (though mentioned I would like people to have an easy place to see the name)
-Robs has a gambling addiction and loves to play games such as caravan and black jack to pass the time. (both of which are provided at the bar)
-Located just outside of the Old Mans Corner, and often see business from Slavers, Raiders, and other unsavory types.
The Kingdom of Soroya
1906
1906
The Cost of War
The people silently watched as Prime Minister Kevin Notles stood on a podium. His face full of glee and a younger look on his face. After nearly two years in colonial conflict with the Anvegadian forces the chances of winning were not the best for Soroya. However, strategic planning and Anvegadian hesitance had won the day.
“It is an honor to say that as of today, July 3rd 1906, that we have officially defeated the Anvegadian troops in Soroyan Faresia. After a long and bloody campaign we had pushed them out of Kedris, killing nearly 12,000 of their forces and capturing close to 40,000. Soon enough their only remaining army was surrounded in the port city of Anor, low on food and supplies. It was then when they surrendered to Soroyan forces and peace was made.
I hope this comes as a message to those who doubted Soroya’s presences and strength. The enemies that lurk in the shadows waiting for a moment to topple our grand Empire. Unfortunately for them, that was not today. Today we look to the future. A future with a strong Soroya. A strong Varius. A strong Sociatatem.
It was not without its loss however. The dead must be mourned and remembered. So remember this, they died for Soroyan honor. An honor intact to this day. They did not die in vain. Peace be with you. Peace be with all of us.”
President Kevin Notles, Circa 1906
The Scramble of Vakellia
After much political debate within the country in itself, Prime Minister Kevin Notles had officially approved a colonial expedition into the Vakellian Continent. The lands are ripe for the taking, and the Soroyan government had full intention to exploit that the best they could. Some expressed joy and feelings of nationalism at the idea of an empire spanning five continents, others expressed worries that we spread our Empire thin. Even after the recent success against Anvegad, people worried that it may not be the same a second time.
Message to Kelric
Dear King Marina van der Deun,
It hurts me dearly that we had to surrender territory to the aggressor Mille-Sessau. A notion that I fully understand you were not fond of. After much thought I have decided it might be best to help you expand your political influence inside of Varius by offering nearly 20 Billion GNP to use at your discretion. Though I feel that it would be best used for colonial territory.
With sincere regards,
Prime Minister Kevin Notles
The Kingdom of Soroya
1905
1905
Soroya at war
The Efos, Sikea
President Kevin Notles despised the idea of war. The blood of every soldier in his mind was precious, a man of peace, Soroya’s current political position was disastrous, almost hypocritical if you listen to the whispers on the streets. The people grew restless, where these the wise battles to picked? Are these for the greater cause? Some argued that it was but the desperate actions of a man trying to win the votes of the nationalist. The hardliners who wished to assert Soroyan authority into her colonial territories and neighbors.
“Sir the troops stand ready. Should I send orders to begin operation death’s mercy?” Naut Ranervelt stood silently. He was certainly not the tactical genius the other generals often displayed, but in the safety of the homeland’s he was competent and collective.
“Indeed. Send telegrams to Admiral Alfring, Woltersom, Nijerees, and General Heun immediately. Operations will begin on January 10th and will last until the dates specified. If the Zellonian-Kalpian war has taught us anything it is that no matter how superior the force, without supplies they are nothing, but cannon fodder.” President Notles gave a sly smile. The plan was not overly complicated, but there was no need. Recent reports of the Anvegadian battle fleets shows that they simply can’t put enough firepower into their fleets to defend both Faresia and Varius at the same time. A false victory no more, this plan will succeed.
Kedris, Faresia
The trenches were dug deep. Several hundred miles of men entrenched along the Yamarano, Xianese, and Anvegadian border. A day did not pass where a man was not frightened of being shot or of a mortar shell hitting him. General Heun made sure that no man was not prepared. Days and Nights passed in the relatively quiet border, but the men were awake. They were ready. Waiting. Silently waiting.
Several miles out on the second Anvegadian front in the contested region, some Soroyan’s have begun to call Imioyos, meaning “Hell” in Soroyan. Not because of the bloodshed nor the intimidating enemy force, but due to constant drilling from Soroyan commanders. Troop morale was not at its peak, but it was “sufficient” according to Heun. The men on this front have begun grabbing supplies to move back. The front at the moment was to dangerous to hold, and the men and commanders knew that.
Soroyan Troops retreating from Imioyos, circa 1905
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