Dinh AaronMk

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Nah. Polekraine is a thing.

@Pepperm1nts

Yea, it's gotta stay a thing at this point.

@Dinh AaronMk

POLAN CAN INTO STRONK UNION WITH UKRAINE Also, any word on the lore discussion/changes for North America?

@Space Communist

I saw Byrd lurking. But he ain't turned on Steam. I'll corner him at some point.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Nah. Polekraine is a thing.

@Pepperm1nts

Yea, it's gotta stay a thing at this point.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

So, the war could still have got on; but, Poland didn't annex Ukraine. I mean, whatever is the best. You're the GM after all.

@Rare

No, political union would still have occurred. That's cannon. What's up in the air is the details of the war. How long it lasted, how deep Hungary got before Poland came in, and more importantly: why it happened. I think a few assumptions could be made about the status of Ukraine post-Empire. With the collapse of the Imperial regime in Moscow, Ukraine lost the resources needed to really defend itself. The fall of the Empire made them independent, but it didn't give them a foundation and it was sudden. Five years on and things aren't all that great for them with no foreign aid helping. So invasion happens and they get their ass whipped. At some point the situation gets so threatening Poland steps in to keep a regional balance of power. Being fresh they managed to reverse the Hungarian invasion, and supply the beaten Ukrainian militia-army enough they can do more. Together they throw Hungary out concessions are made, likely enforced by Poland. Presumably Poland having saved them from the dirty imperialist Hungarians would probably make union popular, and it happens in the events following the invasion. In all I imagine it could play out across a year or year and a half maybe with a few significant urban engagements before the fates re-align. Though probably not canonical anymore Ukraine briefly occupied the Moscow region of Russia but gave it up to the Republic in Yekaterinburg at some point. This could be framed in the context of before, during, or immediately after the war.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

By the way, if that guy (who is playing Brazil) comes on, I need to ask him about the war between Poland and Ukraine.

@Rare

Or you can just ask me, since I don't think Mihn was really involved. Or rather, everyone who was is gone now. Sorta. I could get the Ukraine guy back in, he - Tex - has been thinking about it. But hasn't done anything beyond that. But the general rundown is that I'm pretty sure it was brief. Or nothing special happened, just a lot of generic shooting stuff. As a player move the merger of Poland and Ukraine was sort of orchestrated as a move to keep one's nation out of the other people's hands by telling the Polish player he can have Ukraine as he left. The war was thrown together to validate it. It's so old and so under-written the details shouldn't matter. You can cobble them together on your own. EDIT - This is my 1999th post. I feel nostalgic for the nineties now.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Anyway, where should I post my nation sheet?

@Stale Pizza

OOC tab. We're using Character for character lists and post catalogs and other note-keeping things that's not the Wiki.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Well welcome back. Anywho, I would seek out Duck's new app and read that and see if it still applies for yours or not. The most significant change I can remember with it is Duck making the Black Hand a very significant part of his revised Serbia.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

I'm catching up on posts, and then I'll write. Byrd's also still not on.

Colonial

I figured I owed this thread a post. So I posted. Now to clean up other business.

Colonial

The sharp bitter smell of wood spirits filled the air. Even with the windows open the heavy smell of pine oil was considerably strong in the cool spring breeze. The floor had been swept, and the dishes cleaned. All the windows were thrown open for the spring air. Even the ragged thread-worn carpets and bed sheets hung outside on wooden racks to air in the cleanliness of spring. The only thing of note was to refinish the furniture. Of the few things Hugh had managed to learn in the sprint to prepare for spring was the preparation of wood spirits. Outside of Village walls within the hills to the north the village men had dug a great pit, lined with rocks. Here while clearing the land they had dumped the trunks and the saplings of their work. Having covered the clearing with moss and peat from the river-side they set it ablaze, smoldering the wood for its oils to drip down along the channel in the hillside until it dripped out the far end for it to be collected. For the several old farmers this was a regular practice, it had for them merely been a way to make extra money. But for the future it was decided it would be necessary for their survival. This was the simple trade of tar making. The patriarch of the house had taught him where and how to use use it. In finishing furniture to give it a protected sheen. Or on boats to prevent the wood from water logging. If men were to fish they would need tar, else the wood would become soaked and they would sink. And now he stood leaning over the table, applying with a filthy rag a fresh coat of varnish onto the rough ax and knife carved furniture. A mask of burlap wrapped around his face sealed his nose to the offensive odor as he vigorously applied the crude varnish besides the window. He'd gotten through the chairs, it was the table's turn. He ran the rag over the scratches. Filling the knots, the cuts, and the gouges with the watery oil. The wood soaked it in, going dark as he went. When the door opened he stopped. He looked up to the front door to see the wife of the family standing in the doorway. A simple gray and white dress hid her wide figure. Splotches of clay and dirt caked the front and bottom, a sign she had been working. “Hello.” she said nervously, stepping inside. She was a gentle woman in her homeliness. A round youthful face watched the monk, her apprehensive blue eyes darting from he to the varnish. “Good morn'.” Hugh politely greeted, lowering his head to continue refinishing the table. “You know, my husband would normally do that outside...” she whispered, dismayed. Hugh looked up, shocked. “Oh, I'm terribly sorry,” he stuttered, “Ms. Valouis. You see, I would have if I could carry it out the door...” he explained timidly, stepping back and nervously wringing the cloth between his hands. “No, no.” she sighed, “I guess it's alright.” she sighed, putting down her purse of gardening equipment down by the door. She looked over the house floor, and its over all cleanliness. “You really did a good job.” Ms. Valouis complimented. But her fervor was subdued, still shy. “Thank you, I had a good day to myself to do it.” “I'm sure, your honor. Have you seen my children?” she asked. Hugh shook his head, “I imagined they might still be out playing.” “Oh it's fair.” she answered with a soft breath, “Mr. McTrenkel, you've done some good work. Should you take the rest of the day off to catch your breath?” “I would m'lady. But I'm hardly done.” he said defensively, “Though if I could finish the table at least.” “I suppose you should.” the wife obliged, “You've done good, I don't want you exhausting yourself.” “Don't worry, if I haven't died yet then it has not been my time.” Hugh humbly replied, turning back to his work.

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