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With Machine Gun and Sword: The Age of Warlords

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With Machine Gun and Sword: The Age of Warlords

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"A single stab with a knife, ended a dynasty that has ruled since the dawn of time. A murder, that will set Zengrav aflame.."

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tl´dr

Play a Warlord in an Russian/China-esque dieslpunk country, fighting for Nationalism, Monarchy, Communism or Democracy in an great internal war inspired by the Boshin, the Spanish, the Russian and the Chines civil war! You are a member of a greater faction, with the potential of rising through the ranks, gaining International support and even ending up taking the nation for yourself! Glory awaits, comrade!

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Ten years have passed, since the last Heavenly Emperor was murdered on the steps of his palace. Ten years, that have seen the most deadly war, this world has ever seen. The Heavenly Empire has fractured into hundred of small realms of petty warlords. Even the crownation of a new emperor, could not end the unleashed madness of war, brought about by the end of the heavenly dynasty.
Ten years of bitter fighting later, four factions have emerged from the ashes, all with a new vision for Zengrav, determinate to shape the nation into their ideal state...

The four factions

-The Whites [The Nationalists]:
Founded during the White-Shirt uprising in the capital city of Zang-Quin, the Whites have been considered all but defeated, after their catastrophic loss in the steppes near the border city of Saraat, by the Royalists. With most of its leaders either executed or forced to endure the horrible "two-sides" torture, salvation came, from an unlikely source. The fascist state of Lavania sized the City in one quick sweep, liberating the Whites inside, and providing them with arms, equipment and training. Owning the least amount of territory, the Whites had a whole winter, to regain their strength, and muster the best equipped and trained army of all the four factions.
Yet, with Yesui Olya, their great leader, turned into an morphine addled mutilated shadow of her former self,by the vile blades and glowing irons of the blacks, the once so united White-Shirts begin to wonder, who may take her place, should she succumb to her injuries

Will they restore Zengrav to old glory, reforge it to a modern nation, lead by the principles of fascism and nationalism?

-The Blacks [The Royalists]:
The old Minga nobility has mostly rallied to the banner of the newly crowned child emperor Otgonbayar the V. Holding the most land, their grip is loose, as their support by the people is dwindling, as ideas about new ways spread. But their Banners, award to them during the golden age of the Heavenly Empire itself, still inspire men of honor to join the cause of the empire, and while others rely on outside help, they still hold the armories of old, fortresses build in days of glory and thousands of minor nobles, ready to take up the sword, to defend the honor of the emperor to fight a war in the age of Machine guns?
Their main weakness lies in their own squabbles, as many of the more powerful warlords themselves harbor ambitions for the thrown, able to provide a claim, just as legitimate as the child emperors himself. Will they unite behind the old banner of the Heavenly Empire? Or will they cruble to the tide of new ideas?

-The Blues [The Republicans]:
During the decline of the empire, many looked at the nation of the world for inspiration of reform. Called "the blue vests" they were mostly students of minor nobility and the merchant class, reviving educations in the universities of the world. The idea of democracy spread with them, and soon "Blue-Idea clubs" would form all over the major cities of Zengrav. The crumbling empire was in no state to stop them, and with the death of the emperor, they saw their chance. Storming the old academies and newly build Universities, they began to proclaim the "United Peoples-State of Zengrav", with the young and charismatic Heegon Wu, elected as first chancellor of the new republic.
And while the nations of the world are skeptical over the legitimacy of the election held in the territory held by the blues, many intellectuals, artists and students all celebrating Chancellor Wu, and an endless stream of donations and volunteers have arrived, forming the Liberation Brigades to bring the light of democracy all over the ruins of the heavenly empire!

Will their struggle end in the formation of a modern republic, a beacon of light in a world driving towards the conflict of freedom and order?

-The Reds [The Communists]:
Zengrav was humiliated during the time of the unjust treaties, and few deny that it what finally lead to the decline of the empire itself. Yet, the League of seven still enforces its power with an iron grip, demanding its payments and sizing major cities along the Zeng-Sea as international territory. It was this step, that provoked the radicals of the blues to split off, and form their own faction, the reds. Following a radical Ideology under the leadership of the "Wise old Brother" Reg-ahn, their Red-Turban uprising took control of the heavily industrialized three river region, nationalizing outside factories and plantations.
Split between countless factions, with the red turbans believing in empowering the worker and soldier unions, while others believe in the "Wise old Brother doctrine", proclaiming an total control of all means of production by the peoples state. Radicals, Anarchists, Syndicalists and Communists alike are following the call to arms and the Reds can rely on a huge mass of international support.

Will the workers, farmers and sailors of Zengrav finally be liberated from their chains? Will the people rise and bring the nation into the future as a peoples Republic?

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So whats the base idea?

Great that you ask, Jimmy! Base idea is an nation rp, in which you are not playing a nation! You are playing a clique, a warlord serving a greater cause. There will be an NPC leader above you, a bigger fish, able to cut you off from your supply, should you decide to go fully against your factions will!

-Does that mean i am just a grunt with no free will?

Not at all! You still play a sub-faction, with substantial power inside your faction. Dont get the wrong impression, even the Blues are far from unified and the chaos that Zengrav is in, is a breeding ground for ambition. Over the length of the rp, your clique will gain more and more influence inside your faction, have to deal with rivals and may get to a point, at which it may even take over.

-What will the Setting be? Fantasy?

The setting will be a 1920-40s world, quite similar to ours in a few aspects, with a few exceptions! There are no elves, dragons or the like. Fauna and Flora can be different from our world, but please, keep it in the realm of reasonable! (Yes, Mammoth and other mega-fauna cavalry can potentially be a thing...)

- Radio, newspapers and cinema already have conquered the cities of the "civilized" world, and as such, recordings of the Zengravi Civil War are common around the world.

-Will i have no amount of liberty to make my faction unique?

Oh Jimmy, you are in for a treat! Zengrav has twelve distinguished people for eight i will provide lore and background, with the rest are left open for grabs by the players. You are more then welcome to create a sub-people among them, unique to your faction!

Who is your warlord? Where does he come from? Who follows him and why? How is his army armed, how are they payed? Where is his base of operation? All that, i leave up to you, the player!

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Anyone interested?

Deadlands - A Supernatural Western

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The smell of fresh bread was in Constantins nose, as he made his way down the stairs. The house was old, yet still in good shape, yet most importantly, all his! His homestead and place to hang his head, to settle down from a life of blood and death. Roxane had already been awake it seemes, preparing a breakfast for a loving husband.
He kept her in this believe, and while not in love, he had to admit that he held some affection for the widow, who fully seemed to have fallen for the rugged charm of an traveler who had seen the world and came home with full pockets. The locals could glare all they want, he was now a landowner himself, and rather happy with the life of a simple farmer. He would try his luck with fruits, already having a contact with a local can producer. "LeBlancs Canned Peaches" had a nice ring to it, even through that greedy rat still wanted to press his own name onto the can as well. Futher negotiations would have to follow in that regard...
Stepping into the kitchen, Constantin layed his eyes on the back of his wife, standing near the stove, the fresh bread already on the table. Maybe it was this that had him made leave China, where future riches and exotic pleasures were still to be discovered, the lack of a feeling of home..

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Chisholm Trail or Thereabouts

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His two companions would feel a sudden shiver running through the frenchman, as she suddently opened his eyes, sitting in the cramped inside of the carriage, grunting in displeasure over the sudden realization, that he was not home in france, with a loving wife preparing him breakfast, but countless miles away, in a continent he hated the moment he had left the ship...America!
Cursing under his breath, the Mercenary would rub his hand over his face, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes, as his whole body felt stiff from the ride, and his legs ached to leave this cramped carriage. [b]"Kaufman, pass me the water..." Three strangers they were, but at least with Kaufman he had a bound of trust and an old debt to pay back. The Englishmen on the other hand, was just another white face for him, whom he had mistrusted even when he had met him in Sedan, and his sentiment had changed little in the mean time.
With an sigh, he would guide the skin of water to his lips, before taking a hearty sip from it. The humid heat was more bearable inside the carriage, yet still in no way pleasant.
Returing the skin back to Kaufman, he would sink back into his eat, before looking at the englishman, his eyes narrow and with an cold look in them. "So Rosbif, remind me again, why are we marry band of comrades on the way to this Selina? Could we not have performed what every business you had in mind in Doge City?"

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

There is nothing broken with it! People just need to post, thats all...

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

@NecroKnight

Revolution must come to the Commonwealth! I am still here!

Deadlands - A Supernatural Western

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STATS:

Agility: 6

Smarts: 4

Spirit: 4

Strength: 6

Vigor: 5

SKILLS:

Climbing 1

Fighting 3

Gambling 1

Intimidation 1

Persuasion 2

Riding 1

Shooting 4

Stealth 1

Survival 1

GEAR:

-Gras Model 1874: The dream of every Mercenary, and taken from the dead hands of a french soldier. One of the best rifles of its time, the single shot bolt action rifles is loving cared for by Constantin, who has given the gun the name "Amelie"

-1872 Swiss revolver: Won from a Swiss merc during a game of cards in Timbuktu, the six-shot revolver is a loyal sidearm, who has proven its worth, be it in the damp jungles and deserts of africa, or in the dusty fields of china.

-Ida Sword: A personal thropy, taken during contract with Zanzibaran Slavers, Constantin adores the blade he uses as a melee weapon. A strange weapon for an European eye, it has an strange weight in ones hand, and at time, people claim that the blade would whisper...

BACKGROUND:

Story Time

Constantin Hector Leblanc was born in a small village in the Normandie, France. His mother, Maria Leblanc, was a young peasant daughter, while his father was a false wandering preacher, abusing the deep religious devotion of the rural population, for his personal gain and would vanish quickly, as Maria´s pregnancy was noticed. Raised in his grandparents house, Constantin learned quickly what it meant to be an bastard, and both his family and his fellow children would not miss a chance, to torment him because of his birth. Yet Constantin was blessed with a grim temper and a strong physic, and before long, not a single child in his village, dared to call him a bastard, in fear of losing their teeth. The simple beauty of violent solutions was among the first lessons Constantin would learn in his life. Moving out of his grandparents house, as his mother hunted a local huntsman, Constantin would learn a second lesson, that would mark his life.
His new step-father, whom Constantin took an early liking to, took the boy with him, and would teach him how to load and fire a rifle, as soon as he was old enough to hold it. Enjoying both the thrill of the hunt, as well as the ability to help his new father to feed his family, fate took a turn for the worse, when his step-father, would die in a tragic hunting accident.
Widowed, Constantin, barley fourteen at the time, took up the rifle his step-father left him, and took to poaching, to provide for his sickly mother, who would pass away from a fever a years later. Orphaned, Constantin continued his poaching for three more years, until he was caught red handed, and arrested. Facing a deportation into the prison colonies, the Franco-Mexican war broke out, and Constantin was drafted into it.
Shipped into a conflict on the other side of the world, which ended in an disaster, would turn out to be a stroke of luck for Constantin. Able to distinguish himself as an capable soldier, he was promoted to the rank of sergeant, and remained in service, even after the humiliating defeat, that saw the installed emperor shot like an common criminal. Still, he returned to France with full pockets, a secure income and a reputation as more then just a bastard. For single, blissful year, Constantin enjoyed a trouble-free time in Paris where he was garrisoned, before the Franco-German War broke out.

Joining up, like any proper soldier would, Constantin would met an Austrian, whom he would develop a friendship with, and a sneering Englishman, whom he would develop a mutual rivalry with. Then Sedan came, and the dead rose from the ground to feed on the living. With Chaos all around them, and no help in sight, the three were on their own, as they tried their best to escape the nightmare around them. It was in this chaos, that a shrapnel would hit his chest, grievously wounding him. Expecting to be left behind, and even cursing Franz Kaufmann to leave him behind and save himself, the Austrian took his remove the shrapnel, and bandage his wound, saving his life from certain death in the ruins of Sedan. Hiking to Paris, the three were able to get their just pay, even through Constantin almost had to break a mans arm for it. Released from his duty, Constantin saw his homeland crumble into chaos and disgusted by the new republic, would leave for the colonies, to make a living on his own. He invited the Austrian to join him on his travels [...]

The next seven years, Constantin would cut a bloody path through the world. In Africa he would break bread with slavers and petty officals, willing to fight for the colonial powers against the natives, now strengthen by new allies from beyond for the right price, until he beat up an Belgian gentleman in Congo, for calling him a bastard, earning himself a bounty and a reason to leave the continent. In south america, he would happily crush uprisings of local workers, while earning a pay from the local plantation owners, before also being forced to leave, after earning himself the hate of an influential Cattle-Baron, after being caught in bed with his wife. Leaving for Asia, Constantin fought both in the Dutch East Indies as well in the Taiping Rebellion. Once more caught in an argument with an Taiping Officer, this time over a prostitute, Constantin drunkenly beheaded the rebel, before switching sides, and taking Quing coins as payment. Joining the "Ever Victorious Army", he took part in multiple lootings of ancient temples, and, after being denied payment, would sack a local palace, before deciding, that with a bag filled with golden trinkets, it was time to return home.

Paying for a passage back into France, and buying a small plot of land in the champagne, Constantin was, while far from wealthy, alive, which was more then most mercenaries could say. He began to court a local widow, with plans set to marriage, before a familiar Austrian would enter his home, talking him into one last adventure...

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

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We are awaited! Lets ride!

Your previous life.

Go ahead, mate!

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

CPLA - Day One

Peoples Liberation Radio

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... "Oh, moin Dieu! Breaking news! Today, a family of poor Wastelanders was cornered by the Power Armored Thugs of the Brotherhood of Steel! Yet, oh my how brave, a small patrol of the glorious Peoples Liberation Army found them, and intecepted the Brotherhood goons. Outnumbered and outgunned, they fought like cornered Lions, to allow the Family save escape! Said family has now a new save home, welcomed by the Chairman himself, who personally salueted the heroic soldiers, and pardoned them for their break of orders. Mhh, only i have yet to met them...anyway, Ladies and Gentleman, the Chairman!"

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"People of the Commonwealth! It is me once more, your humble Chairman, once more offering up my thoughts to the hard working people of the Commenwealth, the proud backbone of our revolution! And like always, i am just humbly asking, for a moment of your precious time!

Today, i want to talk with you about the Future!

I ask all you parents out there, to look at you children! Are they playing? Are they working? Or are they sleeping in your arms? Now, tell me, do you think they will have a better future then you? Do you think, that they will have the life you would wish them to have?

If you answer with yes, Comrade, i applaude your optimistic spirit! It will be people like you, who we will rely on, to plan a better future, yet also people who can see the world as it is! For NO, is the answer to this, with a few selected exceptions maybe, like wicked folk in the Upper-Stance!

But what, if someone could turn this clear no, into a resounding yes! What if someone was able to tell you, that he has plans for a better tomorrow, where your children will not have to struggle each day to surive, but become doctors, engineers or officals to represent the people? Well, worry not! For the Chairman has the answer! The glorious five year plan!

These are not just empty words! For some of you already have read my little red book, where i have written down my plan, the "Five Year plan". A great and final struggle, to turn the Commonwealth into a better place for our children!

Year One, shall be a great war against the most vile enemy of all. Hunger and his cowardly ally, Thirst. We shall fight this war on the farms, the pens and the rivers. Collected and united, we shall march into the farms, to support and help out our brothers and sisters already fighting this battle. We will bring in new tools, ideas and techniques to increase our production tenfold!

Year Two, shall be dedicated to infrastructure! Roads shall be cleaned, Outposts build and hubs settled. For, now that we have the food, we shall make sure that it finds it way to all the plates in the Commonwealth! We also shall see, in what state the railroad of old is! For i promise you, Comrades, the days of the Iron Horse are not over!

Year Three, shall see that ever woman, man and child, shall enjoy a home. And i am not talking about some ransack shack, build from trash and tears. No, i am talking about a solid and noble home, with a bed for everyone, a warm fireplace and a GOD DAMN TOILET!

Year Four, we shall eradicate the plague that is the lack of education! We will build schools and acadamies, for the bright young minds of tomorrow, yet every Comrade shall learn how to read and write? How else, should you otherwise understand my little red book?

Year Five, shall be our most ambitious and glorious effort! For the silent forges of the Commonwealth shall roar once more! There is more then enough scrap metal laying around, so that we can rebuild a solid commenwealth, arm our noble comrade soldier with the best of weaponry and give Comrade farmer tools of Rust-free Steel!

I ask you, people of the Commonwealth, who else can offer you this future? Who else even cares about your children?

Only we do care! Only we want a better future for them and for you! So join us! For we need the victory first, before we can start our five years plan!

This is Chairman Jones, signing off...

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"..it seems,like i am not permitted to met said family! How rude! Be aware, rude man, i will talk to the Chairman about this!
Until then, some more music!

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The Chairmans Office, Vault 81

...hard to ask people anything, when they fire lasers at ya, chief.." The bandaged Soldier was once more pressing his hand into his side, where the laser had strived him, setting his cloths ablaze and leading to a small, yet rather nasty burns. The bandages had been rather lose, as the medic had little time to stitch him up, before the Chairman wanted to see him. Disgruntled Jones glared at the man, sitting at his desk, brooding over his signature cigar, as his finger strived over his black mustache, with strings of grey slowly fading into it. "Have they understood what you were saying, Comrade?" The Soldier cought out in anger, wincing as he once more held onto his bandage. "FOR CHRIST SAKES, CHIEF, THEY WERE FIRING A.." A kick in his knees send him flying onto the ground, as Lieutenant Combes had quickly ended his angry screaming. "You are talking to the Bloody chairman, Comrade! Dont you dare screaming at him!"

With a raising of his hand, Jones ordered the Officer back, before getting up, walking around the table, towards the soldier. "I..i am sorry, sir! We..we really wanted to deliver that message but.." Jones got down onto one knee, before placing his hand on the soldiers shoulder. "What messsage? There never has been a Message! You, Comrade, are a hero! Rescuing a family from the clutches of the vile hands of the Brotherhood, who would have shot the men and done horrible things to the child!" The soldier looked in disbelieve, as Jones simply gave him a pat. "You can leave now, Comrade-Corporal!" The suddently promoted Soldier, still seeming confused, quickly rose from the ground, rushing towards the door. After Jones heard it closing, he let out a sigh, before taking a long puff from the cigar. "See to it, that all members of this squad have double rations of booze, cigarettes and sugar for the rest of the week! And that they keep the new truth! Also, be so kind, comrade, to send for Commissar De Luca and for the Leader of the Youth-Battalion!"

The Chairman could see Combes swallow, as he called for his daughter. "Dont worry, Comrade, i will not send her out! She is far more useful in educating the youth into bright young guardians of the Revolution, then she would be on combat duty! I just need her to find a volunteer, to deliver a message to an old friend! As for the Commisar, tell he that i need two Demagogues for a mission to Diamond City and Goodneighbor! "

[A few hours later, in front of the Vault]

"I am so proud of you my boy! Your bravery knows no bounds, and your chairman salutes you!" Jones slowly turned around towards the child, before handing him the later, looking him straight into the eye. The blond boy, wearing the red scarf around his neck, kept his eyes straight, once more giving credit to the education in the Youth Battalion. "Now, you know what to do?" The boy quickly nodded. "Deliever the letter to the vile capitalist traitor Colonel Church! Do not stay to chat, just wait for a response!" Smiling with approval, the Chairman handed the boy the letter, before tapping his forhead with two fingers. "Dont get yourself killed out there! Remember, your Chairman trusts in your abilities! Dont make us regret picking you up from the outside, my boy! Now off you go!" Watching the boy running off, made Jones question his chances for a moment, yet once more, his priorities were elsewhere anyway.

@CaptainBritton

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Chairman Jones Letter

Dear John,

I wont waste ink, nor time, asking about your health, or wishing good one to you. You know that i never liked you and that you share these feelings towards me. So i will be honest, as you still may know me to always have been.
I do respect you, as a minutemen, you were a bloody good soldier and few could drill the living shit better out of cadets like you. It seems like the later parts, is one of the few times of you being an insufferable asshole actually paying off! Anyway, i am not here to insult you. I am here to offer you a deal, and i do hope, that you are clever enough to accept it.

You may be aware, that i have plans for this commonwealth, turning it into a better place, for everyone inside it. And in contrast to the ideas of the minutemen, who were noble, if stupid as hell, my plan can and WILL work. If you find time, you may want to tune in to my radio show, hearing something that may make you think for a change.

My offer to you, is an pact of non-aggression for a start, for as much as i dislike you and would like to shoot you personally, i dont see any reasons why our lads should do any of that. Minutemen should not shoot fellow minutemen, be it just for old times sake. Secondly, i offer you a deal that i know you will need time to think, be it just to grind your teeth over it, and keep cursing the day away. We can produce guns and ammunition, which i am willing to trade for capable soldiers to whip some green farm-boys and soft vault dwellers into shape. Think about it for as long as you need, for if i have one thing, it is time

Regards,
Chairman Jones, Commonwealth Peoples Liberation Army