Elgappa

The Fumes of War

P R O L O G U E

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The Heavenly Emperor
Zur-Han, the old imperial Palace

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The monkey picked up his sugary fruites directly from the hands of the emperor himself, in a way that always amused the little boy. Giggling with joy, he watched the animal scuttle away from him, before chewing on the red meat of berry, carefully eyeing the son of heaven, as he sat on the marble floor. "You want some more, my little friend?" Reaching below his silk robes, he produced another berry, before holding it towards the monkey. With a cry of joy, the animal reached out, but this time, the emperor was fast enough. Pulling the berry back, he broke out into laughter over the angry face that the small monkey made, rolling onto his back, before slowly sitting back up. The monkey still stared at him, now with a face that looked sadly at him.

For a few moments, the emperor looked at the monkey, before he was reminded of the chain around his neck. The animal was a prisoner in this room, chained to his own amusement, a gift from the wise uncle Sukh, to keep him company in his own cage, that were the royal quaters inside the palace. "I am sorry, little friend. I didnt mean to hurt you by my thoughtless actions." The emperor slowly reached out, this time truly giving the berry to the animal. Seeing him devour the fruit once more filled the young boy with a strange happiness. "Uncle Sukh says, that the war soon will be won. Then, i can show you my empire. The servants told me so much about it. First i am going to visit the sea. Did you knew that there are cities that have a hundred multiplied by a hundred people in them? Even more! Millions of people. I cant wait to see them all." The emperor slowly moved his hand, trying to reach for the monkeys head, but the animal screamed at him, before quickly rushing back onto the crude imitation of a tree, made from wood, jade and gold. A sad sigh left the mouth of the monarch, as he slowly rose from the ground, before bowing before the animal. "Good night, dear friend. I hope, i can bring you more sweets tomorrow."

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T H E R U I N E S O F A N E M P I R E

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"To uphold the law, does not simply require submission to its demands. True obedience to the law, means the total acceptance of a new truth, which is the eternal authority of the almighty law. And if the law states a falsehood, its nature, shall make its a truth!"

_{Baskya Hana "Ethics of Enlightened Legalism"}

White Shirt Han
Southern bank of the Laugan River, Delsai - Last Day of the Nationalist Delsai Offensive
200 Miles north of Zur-Han

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Even in the freezing cold of the water, Han knew that it was a body that his feet were stepping on. The water was around his chest, roaring and furious. The river had become a beast awoken, a monster of ancient days, eager to sate its hunger on the small ships that had dared to try to cross it in the middle of the night. But there was no darkness, for fire and fury had brought the day back onto the world, as shells from the other bank ignited in the sky, falling down like meteors, basking the world into a yellow dim, that mixed with the red of the fire, the white of the snow and the burning fires of the flamethrowers.

Han did not know, how he did not drown, in his attempt to reach the bank. Cold water, mixed with mud and blood filled his throat, as his hand digged into the wet clay of the other side, he himself remaining blind, deaf and disoriented. Stronger hands then his own grabbed him, tugging him out of the water, into an ice-cold day, before he felt a hot breath onto his face. His hands burned from the cold, as he tried to clean his face of the mud and blood, his belly emptying the cold water he had swallowed. Rolling he pressed his hands against his ears, slamming his fists against them, trying to regain some sense of hearing. Somewhere, very close to him, something terrible hot was shot from the water, onto the bank near him. Slowly, his ears regained their capability of hearing, only to hear the screams of the burning royalists, louder than anything else. Han was sure, that he once had a gun with him, but as he reached over his shoulder, he found nothing. Then, there were the hands again, pushing him down, but this time, Han could see a face with them. A Lavanki, shouting words that he did not understand, before dragging him forward. Han had no choice but to stumble forwards, pulled on by the still shouting soldier.

It was an eternity, that Han felt he half-stumbled, half was dragged onto the bank. Then, finally he was pushed down a small slope, into what looked like the remains of a trench. Once more, he spat out water, before finally being able to raise his head. Turning, he looked back onto the river, in awe of the spectacle that unfolded on it. The other side was bleeding men onto small boats, rafts and all kinds of vehicles, attempting to cross the roaring river. What had planned to be a well organized surprise attack, was unfolding as pure chaos, as shells and machinegun fire was still being poured from the other side, the side Han and his Lavankian companion were now on. The whole scene unfolded strangely distantly and Han was almost unable to take his eyes from it. Turning, he saw the Lavanki leaning against the wall, trying to reload his rifle with shivering fingers. "Where are the rest? I am Whiteshirt Han from the 23th company of glorious liberation! Where is the combat line?" The Lavanki tilted his head, before croaking out another swarm of words, which Han could make no sense off. Cursing his luck, the White-Shirt looked around, before realizing, that the two must have already made it into the enemy lines. A lucky shell, must have cleared off this section of the trench, allowing the two of them to slip into it. It seemed like the Lavanki had reached the same conclusion, as the two suddenly heard shouts coming from the side. In turning, they could see the royalists coming their way. Without a second thought, Han turned to the side. Gesturing to the Lavanki to follow him, the first resounded loudly in the narrow trench, as the Lavanki´s shoulder was turned into a red mist. Dropping his rifle, Han reached for it, yet the high-pitched scream of a woman made him look up, as he saw her charge at him with a lowered bayonet.
He picked up the gun, no time to put a bullet in, but instead he used it like a club, to meet the charging woman. The Minga was upon him in seconds, stabbing at his chest with a blade that glittered sharply in the light of the trail of the artillery shells and the flamethrowers. For the second time, in less than ten minutes, Han was fighting for his life, evading the sharp steel, while the woman shouted blue murder from the top of her lungs.

An explosion near the trench tossed both from their feet, yet Han lacked the strength to get up in time. Coughing and shivering, he stared up at the Minga woman, her long braid hanging down the back of her head, while the rifle was pointed right at him. Swallowing, Han felt his heart exploding in his chest, as he let out an groaning plea. "Wait...please..wait." Then, a flash of light, the sound of an automatic weapon being unloaded at close range. The Minga fell in a way, that reminded Han of a crude parody of a dance. "You, get that rifle and get up! You are attached to this combat unit, whiteshirt." Han stumbled back onto his feet, as he looked at the group of whiteshirts jumping down into the opening of the trench. Finally, he was able to collect his breath, before picking up the rifle from the dying hands of the minga. "Unity above all! Onwards Brothers!"

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Fallout: A World Set on Fire

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The Fumes of War

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THE RUINS OF THE HEAVENLY EMPIRE

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|Natural Resources:| Is your country blessed with a surplus of various supplies, and where are main deposits of this supply located? Obvious resources would be crude, iron, coal, lumber, but anything you can come up with that a country might need can be put here. I will determine if this is fair, with the understanding that imbalances will happen.

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|People & Culture:|

|Population:| The civil war makes a census of the population of Zengrav impossible. The last census has estimated a population of 298 million people six years before the start of the of civil war. Estimates about the human cost of the war are yet to see true credibility.
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The people of Zengrav

The Quin (60%)

60/1
The Quin: Making up the vast majority of the people of Zengrav, the Quin are the inhabitants of the fertile land near the great Zang sea. Forming the first Kingdoms of Zeng, the Quin have willingly accepted Minga overlord ship, and prospered under it. Working mostly as farmers and plantation workers, it was for a long time a capital crime, for a Quin to carry a sword, a law enforced with brutal efficiency by the Minga overlords.
Smaller then the Minga, the Quin are sturdy, with lighter skin then most of the other people, and dark hair.
With most of them living now under republican or communist rule, the Quin are the backbone of the "peoples" ideologies, as many students are of Quin origin, belonging to the rich merchant class of the cities, while the vast majority are farmers, factory workers and artisans.

The Minga (4%)

64/2
A nomadic people from the north, the Minga conquered Zengrav 2.000 years ago, and caused the people that would become the Geisel, to leave the country, while subjugating the rest of the realm, forming the heavenly empire, and building up a ruling cast of warrior-nobility.
Proud and warlike, the Minga still hold many positions of power, while their language have become the sole accepted tongue under white-shirt rule. Lean and broad people, with grayish hair and dark eyes, the minga bind their hair into knots and braids. Touching another persons hair, is a great show of trust and can be taken as an horrible insult if done without permission.
In the racial hierarchy enforced by the nationalists, the Minga are seen as the perfect people, who are destined to one day rule the world. Claiming, that all people of Zengrav have some Minga blood in them, they are seen as just one step below them in this very order. Almost all nobility is part of this class, and every emperor was of Minga blood.

The Uzra (6%)

70/3
Tribsmen of the northern riverlands, the Uzra were ancient enemies of the Minga, and subjugated in their conquest of Zengrav. Banished the riverlands, yet also from riding horses taller then a mans shoulders, these people had to settle down in the rough northern country, building up a reputation as dishonest and vile, due to their old rivalry with the Minga people.
Still discriminated, many Uzra have left their homes in search of a better live, since the heavenly empires time. As such, many cities in this world have an Uzra-District, as well as seat of their despised criminal network called "Zagra", named after the Minga tradition to brand criminals onto their foreheads. Ironically, the Uzra remain loyal to the monarchist cause, due to a, from the Minga, carefully cultivated racial conflict between the Quin and the Uzra.

The Gailzri (7%)

77/4
People of the cost of the Zang-sea, the Gailzri are a proud if isolated people, that share an origin with the nordmen. Tall, fair-skinned and with bright eyes, they follow the faith of the Dinnin, yet in the "Gailzani" sects way. Thriving for a long time under Minga rule, a failed uprising for independence saw great repression and tyranny coming their way in the last 50 years of the Heavenly empire.

The Zeh (3%)

80/5
The traditional boat nomads of mighty rivers of the Zang Sea, the Zeh are people of the water, living in thight-knit communities of massive river barges, worshipping water spirits, and holding a pacifistic tradition of non-leathal duel-combat between champions, to settle disputes. During the war, horrible acts of violence have been commited against them, as they are seen as a welcome scapegoat for an impoverished population. With the republic unable to stop such atrocities, many have left the boats behind to join the communists.

The Bashur (2%)

82/6
Living in the far nother of Zengrav, as traditional herding people, the Bashur are most notable for their worship of the Dinnin faith. Hailing from the native Binga people of the area, they intermixed with Conclave settlers and missionaries, staying Isolated for hundred of years, paying lip-service to the heavenly empire.
During the great Internal war, they were offered independence by the royalist for their serivce in the war. Fearless warriors, the Bashur are fanatical in their devotion, and are counted among the best soldiers the royalist can muster, with the sole exception of Minga troops...

The Bingal(2%)

84/7
Called after the mocking Minga term for "Walking" (literal: He who falls from horse/He who can not ride), the Bingal are traditional bison and yak herding people of the norther steps of Zengravi. Similar to the Uzra, they were forbidden by law to ride horses by the Minga invaders.
Traditional enemies of the Bashur people, and their faith which annexed most of their settling grounds, while brutally repressing their ancestor worshiping faith. Many harbor great resentment against the Royalists, knowing about their offer of an independent Bashur Republic, which most likely will include ancient Bingal land. Many harbor sympathies for the nationalists, who openly proclaim support for the loyal Bingal people...

The Jorguk (2%)

86/8
The Jorguk are a large ethnic group primarily found in the provinces of Delraat, Quzuo, and Kotgai. Due to the wide range of landscapes in which the Jorguk traditionally inhabit, ranging from the open steppe, thick marshes, and rolling highlands, the Jorguk developed a form of simple terrace farming capable of being practiced throughout the region. Typically known as a diligent people by other Zengravian ethnic groups, most folktales about the Jorguk involve their work ethnic being abused to trick them out of wealth or prestige. In addition to their diligence, or perhaps because of it, the Jorguk are also typically seen as hardy folk who make the best of their homeland's more harsh climbs and sprawls. They are, as well, not known for political interest and generally prefer to be left to their own devices. In the current conflict the Jorguk have remained mostly neutral beyond minor clan-government disagreements with Royalist conscription. As of yet, no violence has sprouted in the region as a response but growing tensions have begun to see the fissure between the Jorguk clansmen and the Royalists developing.

The Kāzé (3%)

Making up a small localized ethnic group to the west of the major Yaar mountains and directly south of the Minga lands. Primarily farmers and other lower class professions the Kāzé can be found in isolated communities throughout the Northwest regions although there is only one region where they are the majority, and particularly only one major city of a majority population. The Kāzé have lighter hair then either the Quinn or the Minga although their skin color is quite similar to that of the Quinn.

Pre-Mingan conquest the Kāzé had been ruled by a Kāzé-Quinn Kingdom of distant relation to the Zeng having been conquered by some ancient King of that dynasty. Under Mingan rule the Kāzé have been slowly displaced by Quinn populations in no small part to their sometimes resistance to the Minga’s overlordship and the Quinn encroaching numbers.

The Tu'wa

A traditionally-pastoral “Mingalic” people sharing heritage and some linguistic ties with the former rulers of Zengrav, but strong cultural-religious ties to the Dinnin. They form a majority in the open grasslands to the Southwest of Commune, but the vast majority of Tu’wa globally have always lived in lands now part of Belzarov. Historically, the Tu'wa had many independent Khanates to the West of Zengrav with shifting dynasties and territory, and at various points served as either subjects or allies to the Minga. Starting a millenium ago, Conclave missionaries convinced Tu'wa elites to move away from their old shamanist faith, though to this day they retain many syncretic elements and a highly mystic interpretation of the Conclave religion. Over the last three centuries, the Tu'wa Khans were subjugated -and later deposed- by the expanding Tsardom of Belzorov. Their role in the Revolution there would earn them limited national self-determination in the "United Tu'wa Autonomous Oblasts."

The Belzari

Once subjects of the Minga, the realm of the Heavenly Empire has always included a great ethnic group of the dominant ethnic of Belzarov. With the socalist revolution, many royalists and other enemies have fled into their neighbors land, once more increasing the number of Belzari in Zengrav.

The Yaar (0.2%)

Isolated Mountain people, the Yaar are deeply religious in their worship of the giantic mountains of Zengrav, which they see as visual gods. Pacifistic in spirit, most try to remain out of the conflict, while wandering from mountain to mountain in their yearly pilgrimages, crossing borders and battlefields alike.

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The four factions

-The Whites (The Nationalists)

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+ Lavanian Support:
The Whites can rely on a steady stream of supply, weapons, planes, tanks and mechs from Lavania. While their army may at this time be the smallest of all factions, it is by far the best equipped and trained.
+ United under the Great Leader
Yesui Olya, the leader of the White-Shirt uprising is a hero for all nationalists in Zengrav, and her endurance under the torture of the Royalists has only build more of her legend. Few would dare to make a move against her leadership at this time, making the Whites the most stable faction in term of infighting...for now!
+ The Great Delsai Offensive
Crushing was the victory over the royalist forces on the whole fornt, grim was the vengance delivered onto them. The great spring offensive, named after the mighty Delsai river and the similar named region, has seen them regain all their lost territory and make great gains into royalist land.

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- No successor for the Great Leader:
While Yesui Olya position as leader is for the moment unquestioned, should she die to her wounds or assassination, the whites will face a crisis of succession, with no clear successor in sight, and an bloody struggle for dominance inside the faction almost inevitable.
- Exaughsted Troops:
With the conquest of the Delsai province and vast ammounts of new voleenters flocking to the nationalist banners, the army of the twelve people star finds itself exaughsted from battle and overstreched in its lines.
- Looming conflict:
With the Royalist about to be crushed, the united front of the communist and republican forces to the south form a looming threat for the nationalists they may not be ready to face, after the exaughting Delsai offensive.

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Just a year ago, the whites were seen as all but defeated, crushed by the royalist warlords near the border-city of Saraat. With its army shattered, most of its leaders captured and no more territory held, few believed that they would survive. The movement, born from the white-shirt uprising in the streets of the capital, was always the smallest of the four factions, sometimes even overlooked in the word news. With it leader, Yesui Oyla, a former leader of an communist volunteer brigade, turned nationalist, enduring weeks of nightmarish torment, rescue came, from an unexpected source. The powerful nation of Lavania, lead by the all powerful "Primus Populare", the elite Iron guard broke the unexpected royalist forces, and sized Saraat for the Nationalists. Liberating all prisoners, the Whites returned with a vengeance! Supported not only by an industrial power, but also by the local Gailzri people, most of whom lost their livelihood in the terrible war. With fresh troops, trained and equipped by Lavania, the Whites are looking forward, to collect overdue debts with an interest in blood.

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Total Number of soldiers: 1.120.000 (additional 50.000 Lavanian "volunteers")

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The Nationalist army has been rebuild from the ground up, by Lavania, using seasoned veterans as instructors and their modern equipment, to turn the once roaming mob into an impressive army. Under Lavanian officers, the nationalist have archived multiple victories and pushed the elite northern army northwards. Armed with modern equipment by Lavania the Nationalists are at an comeback. Tested by fire and fury during the Delsai offensive, the nationalist performed heroically against their enemies, while their army expanded rapidly, taking in new levies in the "liberated" provinces and recruiting P.O.Ws from the royalist army.

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-The Blacks (The Royalists)

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+ The old Banners :
The Blacks can call upon the old banners of the heavenly empire, and with that, thousands of minor-minga nobility, who themselves can levy huge amounts of troops. The royalists have by far the largest army of all factions, lead by men and women, trained their whole lives to be leaders, yet be it, with tactics that may be outdated.
+ Ten thousand cups of gold
The forces of the Royalist have made sure to secure the vital gold and silver mines of Delraat, as well as the royal treasury. Able to pay for equipment and weapons with an secure currency, their supply, brought in by daring airship captains, is secure for now.
+ The Sixty Forts
The Royalist hold onto the ancient Sixty Forts, massive fortification complexes, build into the mountains of central Zengrav, to pacify the region. Ancient and mighty, they have been hastly modernized and still are nightmarish barriers for any would-be conqueror to cross.

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- Enemies on all sides:
The Royalists are forced into a two front war, with the Republic/communists in the south, and the Nationalists in the east.
- Feudal Army:
The royalist army is a feudal army, based on ancient laws of birth, rather then merit. As such, potential capable minds are locked away from command, while incompetent commanders may lead their men from one defeat into the next, without fear of removal. The countless screams for reforms are mostly ignored by the royal palace.
- Impending Desaster at Delsai:
The Delsai offensive has been the greatest desaster in

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The Heavenly Empire, once was the most powerful entity in this world, collecting tribute from all nations surrounding it and leading the world in technical innovation. A great plague, followed by a horrible civil war and social unrest would end this golden age and lead to an era of Isolationism, which was broken by a coalition of empires, calling itself the Legaslation. The age of humiliation and shame followed, leaving the old warrior aristocracy of the Minga powerless and disgruntled.
The death of the emperor and the fracturing of the realm, lead most minor Minga lords to rally their banners, becoming feudal warlords in a modern conflict, that would see millions dead. It took years of internal struggle, before the Blacks formed, accepting the child emperor Otgonbayar the V. as the rightful emperor of Zengrav. The true power in the party lies with Lord Field Marshall Bede Sukh, a grim and cruel warlord, with imperial ambitions of his own.

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Total Number of soldiers: 300.000 men

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Shortly before the murder of the old emperor, the Heavenly Empire began an ambitious project of reforming its army to match the modern age. Forced to buy from the Commonwealth and to pay in gold, for older equipment, the sixty forts soon were filled with weaponry, vehicles, tanks, mechs and planes. Plans for a reformed new army were made, to replace the old levy system. These reforms died with the assasination of the emperor, yet the arms of the new age, still found its way to the Royalist armies. Even ten years after the war, they still make up for the strongest military faction, yet they know, that with every passing year, their equipment gets more and more outdated, and every tank, plane or mech lost, can hardly be replaced.

The war has turned on the royalists with the Delsai offensive, seing their northern army annihilated and many stores of equipment and supply taken over by the nationalists.

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-The Blues (The Republicans)

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+ The true Republic :
With the exception of Lavania, all nation of the world recognize the United Peoples-State of Zengrav as the only "real" government in the country, even allowing them to hold a seat in the league of nations. This provides them with a massive prestige and diplomatically edge.
+ Wealth of Trade
With the Injust treaties loosened for the duration of the war, and in control of the majority of plantations for silk, tea and spices, an incredible ammount of wealth is flowing into the Blues pockets on a daily basis, allowing them to pay for modern equipment, mercenaries and experts from all across the globe.
+ Volunteers from abroad
Thousands of young men and women are coming to Zengrav to fight for what they see as the "newest republic" and the "struggle against ancient tyranny". Recorded by hundred of cameras and reporters, they form the "volunteer brigades", much needed manpower for the war effort.

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- Ludicrously corrupt:
The lure of endless wealth, with the lack of an efficient supervision has lead to a level of corruption that the world has seldom seen before. Few members of the new republic are able to resist, as many enjoy the luxuries of the Western Quarters, be it fast cars, mistresses, horse-races or lavish feasts. The president alone pays himself a wage, that could feed 10.000 common farm workers. The chancellor himself, is little better, as he is famous for his lavish tastes in commonwealth wines and fast cars.
- The Commonwealths grip:
After the White-shirt uprising, and the massacre in the streets of the capital, which say hundred of foreigners dead (mostly colonial personal of the commonwealth, in truth only nineteen commonwealth-born people were among the victims), the Commonwealth has sized six major cities, maintaining military personal and their fleet in them. Unable to protest, the Republic has lost much face simply accepting this occupation of their own capital.
- Conscription Crisis:
Two times, the Republic has tried to change their volunteer army to a conscripted army, yet two times, violent riots in almost all cities have quickly ended these plans. Heavily supported by communist and syndicalist demagogues, a third time seems unlikely to change this, and while the volunteer army so far is able to hold its own in terms of manpower, few doubt that a longer conflict will need an greater army.

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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!

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Total Number of soldiers: 400.000 to 600.000 men

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The republican army was shortly founded after the declaration of its existance, rallying the Quin soldiers to their banners, promising promotions of merits and fair pay. Motivated civilians would swell the ranks in the first two years of war against the monarchists, before slowly the euphoria of a new age, faded, and the grim realization took place, that the war would not end quite that soon. Still lacking a proper military acadamy, nepotism is ripe in the republican army, as plantation owners, rich sons and daughters and even movie-stars can buy themselves into the ranks.

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GMs note: As a Republican, your army is dependent of the Commonwealths arms and the support of the people. A volunteer army, the republicans have to be careful with mass offensives and human wave attacks as the people are tired of war, and long for peace! Mercenaries are abundant for those who can afford them, as are dependable mechs, tanks and planes, what ever the money of the plantations can buy.

-The Reds (The Socialists)

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+ Sized the Means of production :
In the great red-turban uprising, the heavy industrialized regions of Hankhan and Kubon were taken by the reds with little republican resitance. Holding 1/3 of all Zengravi Industrial capacity, the Socialists have quite an edge in terms of self-reliant production of weaponry, tanks, planes and mechs.
+ A uneasy truce
Even through the red-turbans have taken a great chunk of valuable land from the Republicans, clever negotiations by the Red-Father Lee have lead to an non-aggression pact between the two factions. With tensions high, and skirmishes common, the question remains how long the peace will last...
+ Volunteers from abroad/Partians everywhere
Thousands of young men and women are coming to Zengrav to fight for what they see as the "socialist utopia" and the "struggle against ancient tyranny". Recorded by hundred of cameras and reporters, they form the "volunteer brigades", much needed manpower for the war effort. At the same time, demagogues spread the words of the socialist all across Zengrav, and in almost every village they find ear ready to receive their rebellious ideas.

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- Purged leadership:
After the assassination of the Red Father Lee, Reg-ahn has lead a violent purge against "the traitors in the own ranks", killing thousands in a violent reprisal. Many question how many of these traitors really were conected to the murder and how many were just in the way of Reg-ahn. Losing many skilled engineers, officers and politicians in the process, the reds are crippled for the moment.
- Lack of food:
The reds find themselves in a crisis of supplying their population with enough food, which is heavily used by all other factions as anti-socialist propaganda. The truth is, that the region their sized always was quite reliant on food import from the fertile land of the coast, which is still held by the republic, who, while still trading with them, does its best to limit the amount of send food to weaken their uneasy ally...
-Risks of fraction :
Almost all factions have parts of them with differing views of the future. Yet few differ as much as the Socalists. While some more conservative members dream of an social democracy, they still fight shoulder to shoulder with radical communists, syndicalists, anarchists and the growing totalist movement, lead by the Wise-Brother Reg-ahn.

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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, brought in by smugglers and hidden railways into their territory. A fragile peace reigns between the reds and the blues, yet future conflict seems inevitable.

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Total Number of soldiers: 600.000 to 800.000 men

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The army of the revolution has grown quickly, arming themselves with the newly produced weapons meant for a reformed army, while refitting civil vehicles and mechs for their own goals. With many Quin NCO´s and Junior officers joining the cause of simple man, their military could see great victories early on, before the Royalists could form a proper resistance against the Socialist menace. Using the whole might of Zengravs most industrialized region, the revolution is a waking giant, ready to take crush the old order.

|Ruler:| Current leader of your country, or leadership in the case of a senate/group of people.
|Volksgeist:| The inherent spirit of your nation. What do the people stand for and want? What is the national identity, and how strong is it? This is where you give us several paragraphs about the culture of your people.
|Religion:| How prominent is religion in the country, and which faith(s) do they worship?

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|History:|

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|Armed Forces:|

Armory

Infantry-Weaponry

Standard Issue Rifles:
-Lue-Brothers National Guns "Imperial grace" Mk.1 [Zengrav/Produced/Ubiquitous] The first modern rifle to be produced in the Heavenly Empire, the Mk.1 is an aged and outdated weapon, but one that is easy to produce, maintain and repair. All factions in the civil war make heavy use of this weapon, while trying to slowly replace the weapon with more modern models. Countless variants exist, be it carbine, scoped or even supressed versions.

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Grenades:
- Spear-Grenade Mk.1 [Zengrav/Produced/Common]

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|People of Interest:|

POV characters. A short description as well. Feel free to update this as you want to.

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|Starting Tech:|

You start with four points to spread out throughout the tech tree. Each point equals a single box, and you can invest them any way you'd wish.

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NPC NATION: LAVANKIA

E M P I R E O F L A V A N K I A

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|Geography:|

|Geographical Location of Country:| Where your country is located in Idiea. Simple as.
|Country Size:| Roughly, how big is your country? Square kilometres or miles is fine, just make sure there’s a clear distinction. For reference, each square pixel of the map is around 256 kilometres, or 16x16 kilometres.
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|Natural Resources:| Hot, humid and dry, Lavankia still hold consideral value and merit in its natural resources. Springs in its Valleys allow for productive terrace farming of many kinds of leans, beans and hardy barley. But the wealth of the nation, lies in the rich iron and coal deposits inside its mountains.
Trying to rapidly turn from an agricultural to an industrial society, has left its scars on Lavankia, yet the cities of Hotaan, Dynos and Hestos are now vital centers of industry.

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|People & Culture:|

|Population:| Last census of the population of Lanankia has given out an estimate of around 17 million people
|Demographics:| Lavankias demographic are mostly made up of the Lava-Quin, close ethnic relatives of the Zengavi-Quin to the east. A minority of Dinnin lives in the new territory to the north, but their number is dismiss able.
|Government:| Lanankia used to be a oligarchic republic, made up of wealthy land owners and city representatives, yet the "Summer of sharp blades" ended the system. Every since, Lavankia is ruled by a fascist dictatorship of the great generalissimo Mozunnans.
|Ruler:| While still maintaining a Senate, the true power lies with the generalissimo Mozunnans, who hold absolute power over the military and new bureaucracy.
|Volksgeist:| Lavankia is still in the wake of the tensions that came to a fatal finale in the "Summer of the sharp blades". The brutality of the revolution and the reactionary crackdown under the generalissimo have left the nation shocked, but also relived, seeing the days of chaos in the past. Still, the problems of old have not been solved, as the "great days of the empire" proclaimed by the government, seem to turn more and more hollow each day.
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|Armed Forces:|

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1.Infantrist of the 13th Hotaan, 2.Guardsmen of the 1st Guard of Honor, 3. Zengarvi Expeditionary Force "Volunteer" 4. Militaman of the 23th Provincial Levy 5. Outrider of the 7th Dragoons, 6. Officer of the 13th Hotaan 7. Guardsmen of the 1st Imperial Guard

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The army of the Empire has been vastly increased, since the generalissimo took control of the nation. A futher increase followed, as the neighboring giant of Zengrav descended into anarchy and civil war. A last, not as extensive expantion as the former ones, took part when Lavankia intervened into the civil war on the side of the Nationalists.

|People of Interest:|

Generalissimo Mozunnans

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The great Generalissimo, Tranca Mozunnans, was an unremarkable figure for most of his life. Born into a family of wealthy landowners, he seemed to lack both charisma and wit, becoming more renown for his appetite than his desire to study. In hopes that the world would change him, he studied at multiple academies abroad, yet would see the credible degrees his family had hoped for. Quite embarrassed, he instead was bought into the army, a dead end in Lavankian society. But here, Mozunnans found his calling, as an witty organizer and good horseman. Rising through the ranks, he reached the rank of Colonel in remarkable time

His military career was flawless, yet nothing particularly outstanding. Border raids, skirmishes with bandits and clashes with the Dinnin in the north hardly were the tales of heroism a soldier would hope for. Yet, fate would have it, that he would be the right man at the right place at right time. The summer of the sharp blades began with the people's revolution, led by Leon Holst, threw Lavankia into chaos. The capital of Hotaan was seeing scenes of violence unheard-of in its history, as the revolt got out of hand. In this chaos, with the population turning away from the "revolution" towards a strongman to restore order, Mozunnans hour came.

Retaking the city under a cheering crowd, the then general showed no mercy as he drove the revolution from his homeland. Hailed as a hero and with great popularity, Mozunnan was given a five-year dictatorship, to rebuild and calm the nation. Five passed and another extension of ten years war granted. Few doubts, that when this extension runs out in a few years, another extension will follow.

|Starting Tech:|

You start with four points to spread out throughout the tech tree. Each point equals a single box, and you can invest them any way you'd wish.

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StarLordess: The War between Banana and Terriblue

This terrible assault, can not be left unanswered!

Fallout: A World Set on Fire

@Prizrak Happy to have you! You are still in the discord?

Fallout: A World Set on Fire

The Peoples Liberation Front

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"People of the Capital Wasteland. My name is Eric Jones, but many of you may know me as "Chairman Jones". This is my hour, the hour i take, to speak to you, and spread my inspiring instruction into your lives, hoping that i can convince you, to see things my way, the way of the people."

I am here to ask you a single question today, to all mothers and fathers of the capital wastelands. What are your little ones doing right now? Sleeping in your arms, playing in front of a fire or are they eating, the scraps you could wrestle away from this harsh and brutal land? Now look at them, and tell me, are you seeing a future for them?"

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The Peoples Congress, Wagon 4 "Chamber of the People" / Somewhere between Hagersruin and the capital wasteland

The chairman pressed down the beetle, that had annoyed him for almost half an hour now, as he looked down the table, at the four other figures, while the familiar sound of the tracks below was breaking the silence, left behind by his order. Dunwitch was sitting to his right, still smoking, the bald head of the general secretary glittering with sweat, even in the cold of the train compartment. He silently stared with the chairman at the slim figure of the speaker of the united workers and farmers union, a thin man named Johnas Pincher, who looked like a stick tugged into a coat. Next to him sat the general, Evertt, his stripy van dyke beard grey, as he tugged his uniform coat tighter. "Scrappers keep pushing from the north, but our boys can hold them off. Chances are, that they wont start another move for the Pitt, until the winters over and with spring, we can make another collection call, drafting new meat up and sending them straight to the frontline." Like always Dunwitch said nothing, just calmly making notes. "Other raider activity? Mutants? Ghouls?" Jones looked over the table, until he found the pack, taking out another cigar. "Raiders aint gonna try anything funny again, after what we did in Morgantown this summer. No, Boss, there are no major threats, outside of the Scrappers in the north, so from my side, yeah, we can start our push into D.C."

Nodding to Everett, Jones turned to Pincher, who coughed into his hand, before smearing the content onto the cloth of the table. Noticing, the eyes of the chairman on him, he blushed in the deepest red, before quickly trying to cover the stain. "Well, as you may have already witness, chairman, our havest last year has been potentially able, under certain conditions to maintain a potential offensive of a limited period of time, if we are..." The cold glare of Dunwitch brought him out of his concept, as he stopped in the middle of his sentence. "Yes or no, Speaker. Take all the time you need." Jones could hear the man swallow, before he nodded. "Yes, we can economically support an intervention in the capital wasteland."

Clapping his hands, Jones rose from his chair, walking through the wagon with a content smile on his lips, before lighting his cigar. "Gentleman, today will go down in history. Today, the PLF will finally push to reconquer the capital of the old world, to use it to rebuild a new one!" Turning around, he raised his hand with the cigar in it, the smoke forming a straight line behind him. "For the people and the revolution..." "...AND THE CHAIRMAN!"

"There is not a child in the captial wasteland that has anything remotely that could look like a future. Do not lie to yourself. What prospects do your son and daughter have? Farming, to be raided, raped and killed by the marauding scum of the earth? Peddling jet and other poision, to fall victim to their own needle? To sell themselves in the flesh bazzars of Rivet City, to earn enough for another day, only to waste away? ENOUGH OF THIS!

Under the red banner of the Peoples Liberation Front, we do not talk about a future, WE.CREATE.IT! All able bodied men, are called to rally neart the SatCom Array. Three meals a day await you and the chance to one day tell your children, that you build their bloody future!

This is chairman Jones, signing off..."

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SatCom Array NN-03d / The Capital Wasteland

The night was bitter cold, as they huddled together in blankets around the fire barrels inside the three towers. Most soldier feared the sound of the door opening, meaning that another watch would be called, out into the infernal cold. The reeking smell of unwashed bodies, powder and wet cloth was almost unbearable, yet at least, inside it was somewhat warm. But all O-dog could feel, was the heat and the fires of the Pitt, as he looked down on the huddled dirty mass, that were the glorious army of the revolution. At least that was what they called themselves, yet for him, they were just meat. Just like he was. Meat to be spend and used, bled and stewed.

O-Dog had been in man strange places in his life, tossed around like a bottle inside the patomac, yet this had to be the strangest gig of them all. Yet, the chairman had already calculated his next move against Wernher, for which he would need more then just the scraps of slave-meat he had. No, he needed badass, fullmetal raider rapid killermachines like O-dog. And O-Dog was happy to be just that, if it would mean he would spared to be torn apart by the slaves eager for raider and slaver blood.

It all seemed to incredible long ago, as he pulled up his gloves, put on his ushanka and closed his pattered coat. Walking towards the door, a groaning voice came from his side. "Coperal, where you think you going?" O-Dog did not turned, before grunting out bored. "Hunting for meat. Will be back soon."

With that, he left the tower.

Fallout: A World Set on Fire

The Peoples Liberation Front

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"Unity! Labor! Socialism! Trust in the Chairman and trust in the Liberation Front. Onwards, Comrads! Victory awaits!"

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Your Sheet

Name: The Peoples Liberation Front (Commonly known as "PLF" or "The reds")
Location(s): Since the glorious second revolution under the leadership of the Chairman, has the Pitt been under the peoples rule, forming the heart of the PLF. Using forced labor and the spirit of the revolution, a great push forward was made by the Chairman, who commanded that the City of the Pitt would be turned into a place of labor, while the "Line of the People", along the train tracks towards the Capital Wasteland, was formed. Multiple settlements were created in the tunnels below, thriving under the wise and benevolent leadership of the Chairman and the red party.

The Long Red Trail is the name of this new "nation", is a lose conglomerate of small towns, outposts and stations, that run from Fort Kai to the Pitt itself. The PLF is thinly spread along it, yet still able to maintain a presence along the tracks and protects it settlements and main base of power, in the form of the Pitt itself.

History: Years ago, the Capital Wasteland would see the scourge of the Lone Wanderer, who would bring devastation and chaos in his wake. Yet, in the Pitt, his name is still praised to this day, for he was the leader who broke the chains. But the revolution inside the Pitt had been cooking for years, with multiple factions long having formed among the slaves, united in their desire to be free. Among the slaves were two, who´s names would shape the Pitt for years to come.
Eric Jones, had been a Commonwealth Minutemen, rising to the rank of Captain. A man of great ambition and plans, a failed move against General Becker would cost him dearly, forcing him to flee for his life, south, until one dark night, an ambush saw him in chains, marching to the Pitt.
The other would be a young water Trader named Anthony Dunwitch, who had been captured by smugglers in the swamps of Point Lookout. Beaten to an inch of his life, he had endured a long and painful journey, that finally saw him ending up in the Pitt.

Jones, always having an eye for talent and for organization, even among chains, took Anthony under his wings, protecting him from the wolves among the slaves. And while he found his desire for a certain artifact of his family unerving, he could not deny the cunning and intellect that Dunwitch possessed. Soon, the two men lead the "reds", a gang among the slaves, to which Jones preached his final ace in the hole. During his youth, he had been locked away for four months, inside the Diamond city jail, with nothing to read, but an half-rotten edition of "The Chinese Army: Special Ops Training Manual". After the year was over, the young man had no need for it anymore, as its content had been stored away in his mind, as rooted as an oak.
With Dunwitch, Jones had a capable right hand, able to organize and secretly arm his men, while being ruthless enough to maintain discipline among the red. Yet, the Revolution would not be their heroic deed, but rather be trusted upon them, forcing them to act. And while the Reds performed valiantly, their contribution was waved aside, as the masses hailed the "heroes" of the uprising. Wernher, the turncoat and former lapdog of Ashur, Midea, the cowardly wench and the Lone wanderer, who had found delight in the chaos that the end of Ashurs reign would bring. Leaving the city, the lone wanderer would bestow an uneasy throne to Ashur, with Jones not willing, to not just accept his place as a council member of the new Regime under Wernher, who used Midea as his popular puppet.

Half a year, the uneasy peace lasted. By then, the rift ran deep in the Pitt, with one third firmly in the hand of the Reds and the other two-thirds forming the "loyalists" of Wernher. The council by then was little more than a facade for the power struggle between Jones and Wernher, who made no secret out of the fact that he soon would purge Jones and his reds. Running out of time and options, Dunwitch acted quickly and decidedly. Taking the initiative, he ordered the reds to swarm out, using their superior training to secure weaponry and strategic positions inside the city, before thrusting the radio into Jones hand. Moments later, Jones declared the second revolution.
It was a bloody three days for the Pitt, until Haven fell for the second time. Under the cheering of the Reds, Wernher was hanged from a lampost. Jones had made plans to pardon Midea to gain the support of the broad mass, yet when send his men to look for her, Dunwitch claimed, that she had resisted arrest, and he had to kill her.

What followed was a period of purges, trials and political restructuring. With his position still in danger, Jones had to use an heavy handed approach to maintain both order and stability. Uncaring for the calamity that befell the distant wasteland however, by the end of the year 2278, the Pitt was pacified and Jones rule was stable. He evacuated all he deemed "loyal" to his cause, while damning all "traitors of the people" to a lifetime of servitude to pay for their crimes. The forges of the Pitt would continue to supply the forces of the Chairman, who in turn, would supply the forges with fresh flesh, for there was never a lack of traitors and enemies of the revolution.
Using the Radio, Jones was able to reach a broad audience, luring them towards the newly formed settlements along the line south, which would form the new lifeline of the rising nation under the red flag. Refugees from north, south, east and west, all were welcome...after their loyalty could be proven. At this point, the old reds had been disbanded, replaced with the "Red Vanguard" and "The peoples Commissariat", both lead, by the party secretary Dunwitch.

Now in the year 2281, the PLF is an industrial powerhouse, yet also beset on multiple fronts. Both Jones and Dunwitch hold ambitions and plans for the wastland, yet in the North, a powerful enemy, by the name of the Scrapper Union, has forced the PLF into a bloody conflict to defend the seat of their Industrial power.
Leadership:

Chairman of the Peoples Party Eric Jones

The Chairman is inescapable in and around the PLF. His face is on propaganda pictures, his voice in every radio and his ideas spread out in pamphlets. A strong cult of Personality has formed around the Chairman, that still will need a few years to bear its full fruits, but its effects can yet be felt. Many fear the Commissars of the Party and its militant arm, yet few deny that they revere the Chairman himself. Like most who have spend time in the Pitt, he suffered from the effects of the city on his health.

Party Secretary Anthony Dunwitch

A hard man to like, with little charisma and a grim temper, Anthony is a man with a seemingly unnatural ability to suppress his own emotions and pains. The right hand of the Chairman, there is little doubt that one needs the other. Anthony lacks the charisma and the leadership abilities that Jones has, while Anthony´s cunning and ruthless efficiency, is the only thing, that keeps the red Trail united.

Economy:
With the forges of the Pitt behind it, the PLF has an mighty asset in its hand. Able to pump out ammunition and small-arms, it is easily able to supply a large levy army. But here, the flaw clearly shows. The PLF may be able to produce better than many, yet the quality is heavily lacking. The few slaves that knew how to operate the machines were killed in the second revolution. Other machines were heavily damaged by the fighting, and left abandoned for the trogs. Should the PLF find skilled scientists and craftsmen, to restore the Pitt to its full potential, it would easily outproduce and outclass the current production tenfold.
Outside the Pitt, the PLF upholds a scavenging operations and collective farming along the red trail, yet nothing that could even get close to the importance of the Pitt itself
Technology:
Jones never had kind words for the Lasermusket, preferring honest bullets to fancy energy weaponry. At least, this is what he proudly proclaims over his radio. Lacking scientists and skilled craftsman, the PLF had to start from scratch, to refit and reuse the resources and supplies it had at hand, as well as the products of its forges. A crude kind of innovation has taken place among the PLF, leading to interesting, yet not overly effective constructions like the "Peoples Train", made out of Metro carts, fueled by crude Coal and Wood engines.
Or the abundant "Rifle of the People", adoringly named "Canner", which is the main firearm of the PLF forces.

Military:
The main fighting force of the PLF is the levy infantry, it is conscripted from the population of the red line. Armed and trained by the Red Vanguard, it has long stopped being just a militia for defense and become a capable fighting army. Their equipment is reliable and in much supply, yet compared to a power armored Soldier with a laser rifle, does a PLF solder look like a relique from a long bygone era. They are led by elected officers, who have to be approved by the people's commissariat. Said Commissars are also present to ensure moral remains high and political education and loyalty remains solid.

The veterans of two rebellions, form a small but hard core of the PLF, able to call favors to gain the best equipment and supply. Along the Red Trail, they are the instrument of the parties will.

War Never Changes

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Thunderfoot Interstate 15 - Towards Vegas

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Salt Lake City burned bright in the darkness of the morning, as the 80s left the city. Thunderfoot knew, that in a year or two, the ash would have given birth to a new city, growing rich of the trade. But today, he had sacked and plundered like his father had, leaving behind nothing but a feast for the crows in his wake. His host had grown, but still would be no match even for a single Khan army. The fall of the city had been a mixture of luck, cunning and the underestimation of the Khans. This would be a mistake Papa Khan would not repeat. Thunderfoot knew, that the old Jackal would never forget the slight he had suffered by the son of Thunderbird and his death would be long and painful, should he fail. Yet he also knew, that his death would mean the end for the 80s as a people.

They rode slower than ever before, now that thousands of slaves were walking with them and the carts and trucks filled with loot. Driving past Shinji, he could see him laughing and shouting, his hand wrapped around the young woman, he had taken for himself during the raid. "Shinji, that is my name. Named after the greatest and wildest rider that ever lived. He rode to the north and south, making the whole world his highway." The woman either didnt understood, or didnt wanted to talk, but Shinji kept talking, as if there was one topic he never grew tired of, it was his own name. "While others climbed mountains, he rode up on them, like a true 80. Traveled the whole world, just to find a mountain to ride up on. Now he rides with all our ancestors and feasts in the halls of the painted host and the freckled maid." Thunderfoot knew that the girl could have found a worse owner, but most likely also a better on. Shinji would not abuse her, but then again, still take her freedom from her. "Would you like to be chained? Never to ride the highway again?" The words of the slave once more resounded in his head, as he swallowed. But his host needed slaves, for it was his peoples way.

Pushing his feet into the gas, Thunderfoot pushed on, away from his host, onto the empty highway in front of him. The air rushed past him, as his hair flew open in the wind. Faster and faster he pushed on, his red bike below him roaring loudly to a cheer of his 80s behind him. For a bit, he feared that Shinji would give chase, but Thunderfoot knew, that he would not tempt a race he could not win.
He was alone, the highways in front of him was his. The sun rose in a deep crimson in the dusty and hot air of the young morning, yet Thunderfoot felt as refreshed by it, as by a cool shower of rain. He was alive, against all odds of the last few days. He could feel the Immortality once more, as he closed his eyes. His heart beat faster as he opened his arms, before shouting out loudly. A long cheer. He had not failed, not died and not forsaken his people. The path was long and dangerous, but he had withstood the first hurdle in his path.

The next challange would be the crossing of the border into legion territory, yet Thunderfoot had his hopes. The legion was fighting a war on the other side of the sacred highway, and he brought gifts and hostages. He had send his trusted slave forward to negotiate a deal for secure passage through legion land, with a promise of peaceful intentions.

T H E C H U R C H O F S T A R R Y G L O R Y

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Prioress Cabot New Vegas, The Church of the Starry Glory, Westside

The sermon was running like clockwork by now. A warm communion of the faithful, with the common masses down below, firmly pressed together in the limited space, yet still comfy enough not to cause panic of fear. "So many of you are afraid of what tomorrow brings. So many cant stay wake without worries, seeking the thrill or escape, just not to fathom another thought of the worrisome yet inevitable." The young handsome preacher was standing on a balcony, multiple lights shining at him. His cut hair and sharp suite made him look like a salesman, yet there was a honesty in his voice, that was so rare in vegas, as snow. "But here we are, united to find solace in the embrace of a caring community, warm and welcome. We withstand the tide of sorrow and loneliness. How? By embracing what we are. Stars, bright, glorious and strong. A pillar, who can not be harmed by the aeons. We are unbreakable, unshakable...we are one!" Countless voices became one, as arms were raised, forming the knot with their fingers. "WE ARE ALL ONE." There were a few seconds of silence, as the layman once more raised his voice. "Faithful... enlightened... ambitious... brethren, united in this void of purpose, fear, or duty... we shall at long last be free!

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The Prioress was watching with a smile, up in the highest loge. There was a hint of prominence already present, yet her tree had yet to grow. It was a delicate matter, an intricate game of chess, she had to play, but if a Cabot had one thing in plenty, it was time. The layman preaching had been one of her first converts, a young and talented showman, hoping to strike it big on the strip, but lacking the instinct nor guts to really make it. She had picked him up, before the city would have destroyed him. Now, he was her voice, soon to create other voices. The plant was growing, slowly but steadily, stronger and stronger each day. "Behold the concept, the idea of enlightenment. For a sign will come one very day, that will grant us all a new insight into all the secrets of the universe. A glimmer of immortality. For immortality of our very being, our essence, this is true freedom. All our struggle for material goods, for prestige and recognition is just a childish delay to our true purpose. A purpose that one day, will become abundantly clear."
It was a root, carefully planted in the minds and hearts. The cult had done so before and would do so again countless other times. A root that would grow more and more, preparing the soul for true enlightenment.

She could feel the glow of the piece of the monolith so far below, calling her. For hours, she could look upon it, and lisen to the voices it woke in the back of her mind. How foolish of her brother, to dig in the desert for clarity when it was just here, waiting for him to be understood, not to be found. "Ready your mind, ready your heart and ready your soul. For the day may come, when each one of you, will be required to make a choice. To choose the happiness and eternal satisfaction of true enlightenment, or the pitiful and pathetic existence as a slave to once own cruel and limited reason? Why, i know what i will choose. To be part of a community, to be part of us. The unity that welcomes all!"

The prioress wanted to clap, but instead just sipped her water with ice, before hearing the knock on the door. Nodding to one of her guards, the door was opened. Lead by another guard, the prioress smiled warm, as she spotted the new fertile ground, for the plant to root in. "Miss Rockwell, i am so glad you could make it. Please, take a seat and have a drink. The sermon has just started and my dear friend Mister Howard has such a moving homily prepared for us. I would be most pleased to introduce you to each other afterwards. We host a modest meal afterwards and would be most happy if you, as a new friend, would join us!"

Fallout: A World Set on Fire

Communist Pitt here! Ready to bring the revolution to the wasteland