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T H E R E P U B L I C



Red Lotus Hotel - New years eve Gala
Zang-Quin, Yandar - 10th Day of Winter, 10th year after the assassination of the Emperor



The Red Lotus hotel in Zang-Quin, was the most lavish Establishment of its kind in all of Zengrav. Bought by an Sairish company, it had made its name, by catering to the taste of the elite of the city, offering international luxuries in the war-torn country, as well as discretion for all kinds of affairs, bribery and other mischief. It was here, where the yearly New years eve Gala was taking place, and the rich and powerful of the republic would gather, be it for amusement or politics! For if one was looking, one could find both in exess among the people at this party.
Plantation-Owners walked next to captains of industry, who in turn shaked hands with politicians, diplomats and envoys, generals and Officers. Senators mingled with rising singers and moviestars, journalists with arms-dealers and shareholders. Even some of the most powerful bosses of the Uzra-Zagra in the Capital, had amassed enough goodwill among the powerful to be invited.
Among them, where those who they called the Dandy-Clique, due to their lavish clothing, expensive tastes and mostly beautiful companions. In their mid, was the Chancellor Heegon Wu ever present, always the one laughing the loudest, constanly having his glass refilled, while endlessly talking to the mass of sycophants surrounding him.

"No, i do believe that there is no chance that the nationalists ever will pose a threat again. Some border trouble, mayhaps, but nothing to worry about! Yes...yes, i am aware of Lavania but i got to ask, what do they wish to gain from it? No, my dear friend, i am most certain, that we will have nothing to fear from that regard anymore! The real enemy are the Royalists! And then later...well, i dont say that at some point we do have to deal with the damn red but...well, we all know it, dont we? I do hope for a diplomatic solution, but that red brother fella? He aint nothing but trouble i tell you!"

A whole army of valets and butlers was rushing among the many groups, always making sure that the glasses were full, while the big-band on the round stage in the middle was putting on a slower song, as a gorgeous beauty from the vershelleen Colony of Sarish was slowly walking on state, towards the microphone. Moments later, the dark skinned beauty would lure the room in, with a voice in the melodic accent of homeland. Nothing in this room would even hint at the fact, that this were the leaders of a nation at war...


T H E R E F O R M E D N A T I O N



An Bingal Temple, destroyed by war, Headquarter of the Nationalist Army
Eastern bank of the River, Delsai - Last Day of Winter, 10th year after the assassination of the Emperor




Yesui Olya´s nails were digging into the Scabbard of her sword, which she never put out of her hand, as she was sitting on the chair on the top of the long table. Her once fine face, had been painted with make-up, so thick that every movment of her muscle made parts of it crickle off. Her single cold eye was resting on the hall, where the leaders of the Nationalist army were buzzing around, like a swarm of angry hornets. Everyone could feel the tense knowledge of the coming battle in the air, yet it was also mixed with the sweetness of the promise of vengeance against the royalists who had once brought them to the bring of defeat.

"Wehh..cross...at dawn! There will be no...merchyyy" Her once powerful voice was just a whisper now, yet still it could be heard among the mass of people, as she stared at the map, speaking to nobody but herself. "We g..guttt them...burn...them...and bury...their ash with horse-shit.." Raising from her seat, her legs were shivering, as her nails digged deeper into the Scabbard. "YOU H...hhhear me...No...merchyy..." The room was silent for a moment, before a loud voice broke the silent. "WE WILL KILL THEM ALL, GREAT LEADER! UNITY ABOVE ALL!" Salutes and cheers followed, and for a moment, a grim grin moved on Yesui´s face, which took half her mouth, the part that was not just painted onto scared flesh, where once a lip had been. For just a moment, she kept standing, before sinking back into her chair.



T H E P E O P L E S R E P U B L I C



The fourth Congress of the United Front
The Palace of the people , Siban-Tan, - 45th day of Winter, 10th year after the assassination of the Emperor



The air was stale in the room, as the discussions had raged on for hours without end. Syndicalist met with social-democrates, Totalists with anarchists and all argued with the wise old brother. He had defended his purges for the better part of the day, as a necessary step to saveguard the people of the new republic from the counter revolution and to punish the vile murder of the red father. An single accusation had been flung at him, by an anarchist, who had dragged out by the ever-present Revolutionary guards of the red Turbans.

The man on the stage, a slim student with big glasses, who´s voice was meek, as he read out loudly international letters of support, barley got any attention, as the congress already had went on for twenty hours, and most had already resorted to talk with others, as the seats were split up among the many factions, the frontlines clear cut by banners, armbands and sometimes even signs of protest. Above all, the wise older brother and his clique was sitting well protected in their own little corner, armed red turbans keeping all who had no offical buisness or the approval of the wise brother in some distance...

T H E H E A V E N L Y E M P I R E



The eight birthday of the emperor
Zur-Han, the old imperial Palace Quzou - 17th Day of Winter, 10th year after the assassination of the Emperor




"ALL KNEEL BEFORE THE SON OF HEAVEN, EMPEROR OF ZENGRAV AND ITS PEOPLE, KHAGAN OF ALL MINGA, KING OF THE QUIN , SCOURGE OF ALL BARBARIANS, PROTECTOR OF PEACE, GUARDIAN OF THE ANCESTRAL SHRINES, SOLE HEIR TO THE THRONE AND DEFENDER OF THE REALM! ALL KNEEL BEFORE HIS HEAVENLY MAJESTY OTGONBAYAR THE V."

The young boys steps were the only sound in the room, as he slowly made his way down from his throne, towards the kneeling mass of people. Holding onto the golden silk, he did his best to look like an emperor, yet those close enough could see his hands shiver, as he slowly made his way through the kneeling crowd.

"Bedtime for an emperor..."

The whisper spoke out what most people kneeling thought, yet it was silent enough, that nobody would raise a word about it. And so, the little emperor, slowly left the throne-room. Finally, the heavy doors fell shut, and the mass of people was allowed to rise again. The Lord Field Marshall Bede Sukh, was the first to make his way up the stairs, high enough that he could be seen by all in the room. "A TOAST TO THE EMPEROR AND TO VICTORY! THE HEAVENLY EMPIRE SHALL ENDURE EVER STRONGER! LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR! LONG LIVE THE HEAVENLY EMPIRE!" Cups of fermented horse-milk were quickly given out to the people in the hall, and voices were raised to join into the cheering. And as the people disbanded from the places they had kneeled, the Lord Field Marshall remained in place, looking down at the mass, a grin moving onto his old face.
P R O L O G U E



Bartan Kahmir - Captain of the 203th Detachment of the Great Northern Army
Eastern Delsai-River, Delsai - 1st Day of Spring, 10th year after the assassination of the Emperor




The constant shelling had been worst for the horses. The loud noise, the smell and the feeling of the ground shaking after a nearby explosion has torn on their nerves. Multiples time, they had torn off their bounds, and stormed away, some even jumping into the river in the east, swollen the the spring water from the north, and turned into a roaring current. They drowned and were swallowed whole by the waves, in an blink of an eye. They had lost seven horses that way, before Bartan Kahmir, sixth son of he Baron of Ulaar, had given the order to slaughter all of them. They thin beasts, yet for his starving men, it was a feast, as some barley could wait for the flesh to be roasts over small fires of wet wood. The red meat of the horses, was still a found memory in the mind of Kahmir, as he once more glared at the picture on the wall, in this small, makeshift bunker, so close to the roaring river, that he could hear the loud orders shouted on the other side. The nationalists had no need to be silent...

His fingers moved over the picture of his family, his two young boys, who he had not seen for six years and his pale wife, clinging to his uniform, her eyes still red from crying, after hearing that he would leave. Back then, things had been so different. It had been just the noble cause of the Heavenly Empire, against the vile traitors on the coast, corrupt goons of the decadent Commonwealth, leeching of the riches of Zengrav. Now, the war was so different. Yet little changed it for him. If he fought the blues, he fought the blues! If he fought the reds, he fought the reds, and if he fought the whites, he fought the whites...and the iron men of Lavania. Yet he could not care less, who the emperor was, and where he would place his royal ass, for him, it was about the future of his children. He would allow these goons to take away their future of Minga-Nobility!

Another artillery shell shaked the ground below, and a little bit of dirt rained down onto the Mingas head, as he picked up the picture, once more hiding it away in his uniform. Another shell, hit far off, and this time, it was followed by loud screams, making it clear, that this time one of the many trenches had been directly hit. By now, they had run out of clean bandages, and a clean cut to the throat was a lot more merciful, then the horrible fate of infection. His heart was pounding, as he pulled out his revolver from his, checking the hammer, before looking into the cylinder.

Four bullets!


Intellgence had claimed, that the nationalists could no cross the river for at least another month, yet for the last past week, they had shelled them without any break. Even they didnt had endless ammunition, and Kahmir knew, that they would cross that river, either tonight, or tomorrow or after, but the Whites would come, and the great northern army wouldnt be able to stop them.
They had been able to hold them in Saraat, when the lavanian army had attacked them with airships, tanks, mechs and their feared Iron Infantry. They had not been able to hold them in their countless attempts to block their march north, pushed futher and futher, until they had to spend the winter in this cursed swamp land. At this moment, three armies already had marched through it in just a few months. The no more food left to confiscate, and with the bridges blown up, by the retreating nationalists, none came in. It was this hunger, that was more deadly then any bullet, and that could even turn the strongest man into a monster. Captain Kahmir had seen men, once proudly marching, begging for food, hanged deserters for cannibalism and eaten rats himself. He himself had lost so much weight, that the felt like a stick in his uniform and it costed him so much strength to walk tall in front of his remaining men. They could see their brothers in arms succumb to hunger, yet the moment they would see an Minga officer falter, their moral would shatter like a mirror falling onto the ground. This, would be the end of it.

It was in this moment, that the captain realized, that the bombardment has suddenly stopped, for the first time. His heart was pumping, as closed his eyes. "Ancestors...protect my family when i am gone! Let me ride with my father and brother over the endless green planes.." His hands formed fists, to stop them from shivering, as he could feel a hot current move up his throat. A deep breath, and it was gone, as he reached for his whistle. The nationalists where coming!




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@Vaklu
Come join us in the discord! Free beer and porn waiting there!
@Vaklu

Welcome aboard! take it you play a Nationalist?
@silver or lead

Great content in the sheet so far, but for the love of god...please put it in a hider!
@Tylonius
Hey mate, welcome on board! You in the discord?
@Zurajai welcome on board!
Plenty of room! We kinda have enough Royalists for now, with blues and whites needed


Chisholm Trail or Thereabouts
Constantin LeBlanc



A calm went through Constantin as he raised his rifle around, aiming at the growl before firing away into where he suspected the beast to be. He could not tell if his shot had connected or not, and truth be told, he cared little. In contrast to humans, animals were hard to read in combat, as sometimes they would run after a shot, but other times only get infuriated. His hand quickly went to his bandolier, as he did not wait for a confirmation of a kill to reload. "SHOT THE FUCKING THING!"
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