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431 BCE - An NRP of the Peloponnesian War

I'll get a map and some information up soon.

The Great War Rises (1914 RP)

Prime Minister H. H. Asquith read the morning paper with a steely gaze, one gloved hand allowing him to sip his tea, only in order to spit it out again once he saw that the Tsar of Russia had died in mysterious circumstances - his position taken over by a 'Regent', a man that he and the Crown did not know. There had been revolutionary mumblings within the Russian territories, this he knew to be fact, and in his keen mind he wondered which side this Dmitri Pavlovich, a Grand Duke apparently, was on? Who knows, Pavlovich might even have had his own monarch's cousin assassinated! Heaven forbid, but in these times of uncertainty one never quite knew what to expect, and the case was apparently still being investigated.

With another sip of tea to replace the one he had just wasted, and one should never waste tea, he returned swiftly to the business of running an empire and the Commonwealth within it; it was nice to have an empire, he had always thought, a British Empire at that, and it continued to amaze him how so few regular military forces could keep it all under control. He was of the liberal party himself, a man of and for the people so he liked to think, but one had to admire the way in which the dominions had been held down and linked to the motherland over so many years.

"Sir?"

Oh yes, he had entirely forgotten the man standing silently before him. Oddly enough, this man - though he could never remember his name, so had taken to calling him 'John' - had come to make sure that all the treaties between Russia and Britain were still in place.

"Yes, yes, tell this Grand Duke that all will remain as it is between our two nations."

"I hear word that President Poincaré himself shall be attending the funeral of the King's departed relative, sir."

"Will he now?! Can never underestimate the French, John, never. They have never liked us, nor we them, you just remember that."

"I shall sir, I shall, but how are we to respond to this? We cannot have Great Britain absent from proceedings, it would cast us in a most unflattering light."

"You do have a point, John," admitted the Prime Minister, "you will leave for Russia immediately therefore, taking with you a letter which I shall write, and joining the mourning. Agreed?"

Reginald Smithe internally flinched at how he was treated by this man, a man he saw as inferior to himself in every way, but readily agreed to leading a diplomatic expedition to the other side of the world. Anything to get away from Asquith!

Meanwhile the wheels of empire kept turning, people rose and slept, business went on as usual, most nations now looked to Russia to see what would happen next; Britain herself was not overtly worried, and would retain all current treaties, for now.

Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)

Posted, final chance, board or die really.

Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)

@Kingfisher@Durandal

Horatio Drake, having satisfied his bloodlust for now, was so close to ignoring the cries of help from some fleshy wench - eager to be back aboard his own vessel, back into space, and back on course with his entire life! - the only problem being that he did know the name Blissponis and, while the rest of the Blissponii were no longer with the living, making this...girl...more of an outcast than anything, she could be useful in some capacities. Not only this, but there were now a number of seats free on his shuttle, although she would likely take up two of them.

"You," he called to one of his Armsmen over the sounds of violence all around, "set your vox-unit to amplify, and hand be that receiver."

After being given the receiver by his voxman, and with as haughty a tone as he could manage, Drake was pleased to hear his own words cut through the surrounding noise.

"You, fat lady! If you and your companions wish to accompany me, then please waddle over here immediately." For a moment he thought again, glancing at other isolated figures spread across the platforms of the space port, gesturing for his voxman to turn the volume up as he spoke again, continuing to backpeddle toward his shuttles open ramp even as he yelled, "if there are those that wish for freedom, and possibly life, make your way over here with all haste! This is your final chance."

That was it, there was no more to be said, he looked about to make sure his Navigator was with him - luckily he was, although apparently in no fit state for any further combat - and then waited impatiently at the open rear of his shuttle. From time-to-time he picked out targets that revealed themselves, picking off those that showed their ugly faces with relish, and waiting for those that would come.

Deathwatch: Operation Osiris

@Karos I'm actually somewhat ill the moment, but I'm still about, so I apologise for not assembling others just yet. I'll get there though.

Of Gods and Men - A Deity RP (CLOSED)

@Apokalipse She has no grave, but I'll take it! :)

Everyone else...where you at?!

Operation Shade: Hunting the Hunters (Supernatural Creatures RP)

@PajkaNight I shall do so, so keep that CS handy!

Noble Savages: A Tale of Many Tribes

Gracias, EH, muchos gracias.

Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)

No, I'll get a post up tomorrow! Scouts honour.

The Great War Rises (1914 RP)

WWI, a historical setting everyone is familiar with, therefore you get many people. :)