Klomster

Point of Departure: World War II

Is it just me or did everyone simultaneously get job/university/life event overload and not being able to post anymore?

Or is it just me who checks all day long for updates since i have no job while in a different timezone from everyone?

Or both?
I would post, but there is just so much menacing looming you can do before those in front of you actually has to respond to it :P
(I'm not complaining, i guess i'm just impatient and want to see what happens.)

Point of Departure: World War II

@mrambo90 I got to ask.

Is there a reason you write "Are" instead of "Our" ?

Point of Departure: World War II

-"Kapitän zur See, we have the latest progress reports from the scout planes... we have spotted what presumably is the coast of south Africa."The young officer reported to captain Kunz Hoehner, with exited exhales due to him running to the bridge to report.

-"Excellent, is there anything of note in our way?" Hoehner asked not expecting any problems.

-"Well sir...... i don't know how to say this....." The ensign continued, clearly lost his initial enthusiasm and now feeling at a loss, almost embarrassed.
The sudden change in enthusiasm alarmed Kunz and he stared at the ensign intently before speaking, his gaze clearly discomforting to the man.

-"Well speak out son, i won't know what the problem is unless you report it." He let out in an irritable command more than a request.

-"Yes sir... the seaplane pilot reported taking a closer look over the mainland...." The ensign making a short pause, clearly expecting an outburst, but then carrying on.
-"During his closer pass he spotted some flags.... they are not the flags of south Africa." With that Kunz Hoehner became rather puzzled.

-"Not south Africa? Then is it the commonwealth alliance colours? Or the empire of Mexico?" Kunz was worried, if the commonwealth alliance had claimed the cape good hope the german hope of winning this war was severely undermined. He looked at the ensign and spat out.
-"Well speak up!"

-"Here's a picture of the flag sir, it's..... Orange white and blue with some stag or something...." The ensign spoke and showed a simple but accurate drawing of the flag.
This was clearly not the right flag, but not any commonwealth alliance flag either. Then what was it?
Perhaps there was a rebellion, and a new local government took over. But Kunz had never heard of any rebellious movements in south Africa before, so while it seemed weird it seemed the only logical choice.

-"It must be some sort of rebellion flag, took over the local government or something.... since its not the correct flag nor any of the surrounding countries flags. Our current course of action is still in effect, maintain radio silence.... and prepare for a show of force, we aim to blockade Cape town!" Kunz Hoehner spoke, and with salutes and acknowledgements the crew scurried into action.

To show force, you had to show pride, and as such all the colours were raised. warstore.co.uk/ekmps/shops/marlina/ima..
The imperial banner waving calmly in the light wind as it adorned the aft of Bismarck, along with the two banners along the sides of the superstructure.
As the two schnellboots were lowered into action, they as well held the banner of the reich on their vessels afts as they skimmed along the surface of the sea.

The main guns of the battleship were readied and held aloft in a thirty degree angle as testament to their contained fury. At just a moment the captain of the vessel could have them trained on a target, and that is what this was to convey to any onlookers.
The seaplanes were launched and held long banners with the red white and black of the empire along their cloth surfaces.

Forming a wall, with the battleship at the centre, flanked by the schnellboots with the aircraft roughly above them, the sight was magnificent indeed.
Kunz believed this should catch the attention of the locals.

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Meanwhile the republic of South Africa was getting the news of the sighting at sea to the correct authorities, this event was huge!

Nerevarine

The initial sighting lacked proper markings to recognize, since it was only a single seaplane. But seaplanes have a vessel carrying them and as such a vessel must be close, perhaps even several vessels! The seaplane was obviously german in design.

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@caliban22 Fan of Killzone are we ;P

I'll try to figure out a good introduction to getting to the Republic of south Africa. Or i'll just wing it, probably the latter.
It would be useful if Nerevarine had his/her nation sheet in the characters tab.

Oh, and @Queen Raidne I think it's funny i'm on the map, but not in the list of accepted nations :P

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I'm just a bit off on how far i've gotten towards africa, since there will be some important interactions there.... like my first encounter with a player...

I don't want to say "I get to africa 6 days later and start shooting kegs of beer at the locals." (Or whatever) and someone else had planned to invade japan and the timeline gets a bit mixed up..... further.

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I'm just a bit confused on how many days have passed, and thus don't really know how far i've gotten.

And if i should try to strictly adhere to a speed calculated from maps and real speeds, or go for a more storytellers view of things and get as far as i like as long as i keep the suspension of disbelief.

I never really got some of my questions answered on those accounts :/

Point of Departure: World War II

Somewhere north of South Georgia.
Onboard a fishing vessel.

Phil never liked these trips, fishing for tuna was a bothersome task with a large fishing vessel. With a small skimpy craft like this it was basically a nightmare.
Craft might have been a bit of an overstatement for their boat, some sort of dinghy with a roof on it as best.

Phil's uncle Paul was the owner of the "Valiant trueborn heart". And if he knew how much his nephew really hated his fine vessel he would have the little brat scrub the deck with a toothbrush!
And he would be sad, but Paul would never admit that.
Such a penalty would probably take only an hour or so anyway.

Paul was wrestling with some nets, and while doing so it got caught in his large mustache and comically large wading boots he wore for god know what reason. Phil was the one seeking divine aid for why he had been caught here with his stupid uncle instead of doing something of worth, he could perhaps have joined the army of the empire.
He reclined and dreamed of the red dress uniforms he had seen pictures of, those where the soldiers guarded the palace in London.

His dream of glory was cut short though by a bucket of fish entrails being dumped on his stomach.
-"Stop sittin' there son, we got some fish to catch!!" Paul was ultimately positive, almost at all times. Something which drove Phil even more crazy.

Phil had had enough and begun a heated argument with his uncle, who wouldn't let his lazy nephew dictate what was best for anyone as young as he was.
Phil did have some points though. The small boat had gone far off into the ocean, and was on dangerously deep waters. With only a pair of cods as a catch, one which they had eaten already, to say the 8 day trip had been less than successful was an understatement.

The argument had gotten rather heated when suddenly Paul stopped, and dumbfoundedly stared off into the distant behind Phil.
Phil thought this was some other of his uncles abhorrently poor jokes about seagulls or something and tried to keep his uncle from dodging the topic.
But when his nephew kept blurting on Paul got tired, and without even moving his eyes he took a firm grip with his rugged strong hands of Phil's head and jaw and literally forced him to watch.

Both were gawking, shocked into silence by the leviathan warship only 50 metres or so away.
They only regained their composure when the waves from the massive ship strewn with guns and armour almost tipped the "Valiant trueborn heart" over, and Paul barely held on, especially when he had to catch Phil and keep him from being dragged overboard.

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Onboard Bismarck.

-"Why haven't i been informed?" Kunz Hoehner was fuming. Not only was the sighting report barely made, the Bismarck had almost run the poor thing over as well.

-"Sir.... it appeared as simple debris sir...." a nervous radio officer reported.
Kunz was close to slapping the young officer across the face, but refrained. Partly since letting emotion through was not fleet tradition, and partly he didn't properly have the strength to do so because of his injuries.

-"Imbeciles, idiots." Hoehner muttered, but calmed down.

-"Why didn't the seaplane spot it?" He spat out.

-"Both seaplanes were undergoing routine maintenance." A quick reply came, Kunz didn't even bother to acknowledge who said it, he only shook his head slowly and widely so everyone could see.

-"That thing could have been a mine, or even a submersible Commonwealth Alliance assault craft, and the lookouts assessment of the situation was that it 'might be debris'?" The captains blunt expression was more puzzled than angry now, but his face was still red with fury and to say he was irritated was an understatement.
-"Make sure the lookout reporting this is disciplined, and in the future any strange findings should be reassessed and reassessed before being dismissed. And regardless of what we don't want to be running into it anyway." He kept going, with every word he calmed more and more.

Anger didn't suit him, Kunz knew that. But this situation had been exceptionally poorly executed.

-"So should we open fire upon the vessel?" One of the bridge support staff asked.
Kunz Hoehner just looked upon the officer who had asked the question with a weary tired look. Then he shook his head again.

-"No, just leave it. A civilian boat like this pose no threat to our ship, and we can assume it doesn't have any proper communications equipment to contact the enemy. Just leave it alone, it'll probably sink from our waves alone by the looks of it." Kunz rubbed his face.
-"I'll return to my quarters." The captain spoke in a broken voice, partly because of weariness but primarily because of his poor sleep the last few days.
He left the bridge.

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On the "Valiant trueborn heart"

The waves almost capsized the fishing trawler.... if you could even call it that.

Paul was scrambling in the cabin, he might be a poor fisherman, but he was a survival nut, and kept a radio at hand at all times.
He radioed home.
The message would doubtlessly go through a multitude of command chain layers, distances and the fact that a unsuccessful fisherman was the one that sent it, but the message goes.

To: the highest authority within the grand empire of great britain, my prideful home.
From: captain Phil Thomas of the Valiant Trueborn Heart.

My vessel has spotted a HUUUUGE!!! Ship! It's the size of two cargo ships, perhaps more, it's so large it even got ships hanging on its sides!
The thing tried to sink us but couldn't manage to hit us with its poorly aimed ram, but i knew it was after me. And i skillfully maneuvered out of the way!

I will be happy to provide all the details possible!

Info for britain. OOC stuff.

This info will go through all manner of places before reaching where it should, you know what kind of places. Doubting officers, etcetera.
And while this guy will happily provide information, he has actuall little clue of how vessels should act.

As a strange play of fate, while sitting on the deck with his legs splayed out like a vee and gasping in disbelief, Phil realized that he had the ugliest wolffish he'd ever seen in his grasp.
At least they didn't have to eat more cod, and this was truly a story to bring home.

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Hello everyone :D

I'm back from Visby!!! It was awesome.

And i've just read through what happened in my absence and from what i can tell.... or what matters for me. F**k all has happened.

Gm's. When i calculated roughly how long the journey would take i looked at maps and real speeds of warships and ran some math. Although seeing how this RP is running along i have little clue as to how long time have passed.
So i wonder if i could somehow get somewhere faster than logically, or should i just come up with something of my own along the way.

Since 7 days travel would probably mean like a month or something IRL. And that's not overly interesting just sitting around. And you can do only so much with nothing.

Hmmm, i've got it. I suppose players are allowed to "use" other nations assets to enhance roleplay, right?
So i will do just that.
Let's start the rumor of the existence of what might be the most powerful vessel on the planet shall we? :P

I'll just PM the player whom owns the nation i am considering.

Edit: Also, how do you make those pretty radio messages? i can't seem to figure it out.

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Battleship Bismarck. Somewhere north east of the Falklands isles.

-"Kipitän! Here are the latest reports from the lookouts for the past few hours!" Said one of the younger officers to Hoehner, handing him a paper bundle.
He knew the young officer was young and a bit taken by recent events, but as a captain Kunz also knew that keeping calm and making sure the people under him were occupied with work was the best way to keep people from worrying.

-"Excellent, now i need you to oversee the operations on the cabin personnel." Kunz Hoehner replied to the boy.

-"Sir..... ?" was the poor officers clueless response, truly this was a new order to him.

-"Since they won't be expecting an officer to oversee their work, since it has never happened before, they will be caught of guard and we will root out the laziness of the cabin personnel we all know is present. You will do this until you are ordered elsewhere." Came Kunz Hoehners rasping reply.
Literally scratching his head after the salute, the young officer left the bridge.
Kunz thought it better he ponders weird orders than to ponder about existential things.

Now he started actually reading the lookouts reports. No visuals..... at all.
Even the scout planes had been out for a few runs, and still nothing. Sure, these waters weren't supposed to be teeming with activity, but at least some vessels should be around.
What really confused him was the lack of commonwealth destroyers, they couldn't have gotten far, so they were still a very real threat to the ship, regardless of strange events saving the ship from them earlier.

-"Bring the ship to a sixteen knots cruising speed, i think we have cleared the primary threat for now. Let's just walk away slowly shall we? I would also order us to go into radio silence.... but since we all know that is fairly redundant, i'll just ignore that part." Kunz Hoehner ordered his bridge crew, whom went into immediate action with a few simple nods for confirmation.
Kunz had never really been a funny man, and his attempt at a joke wasn't really accepted with a cheering laughter, but then again it could be the current events reducing their morale.

Nah, there was no point in lying to oneself, I am no funny man Kunz thought for himself.
He'd have about 7 days to ponder about this, and other things as well before reaching Cape town. For now he announced himself as leaving for his quarters. If he was needed he would be notified.

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I have regretfully just remembered something.

Tomorrow, saturday. I will be going south to attend an event that is called the "Visby medieval week" or however it's translated.
This means i will be living in a tent in a medieval city and go around a medieval event looking at cool stuff for a week.

Some of you might even know what this event is. Otherwise google provides.

This of course means that i won't be able to post for a while.
If i get really bored i'll perhaps find a library or something to use a computer. But i doubt this will be happening since i will be in a city i've never been in, in a massive event i'm interested in, and loads of cool stuff to check out.

All in all. Won't be posting.
Although this doesn't matter that much since i am in a travelling sequence anyways and have no radios.
So i'm mostly uncommunicative at best.

But i'll make an update before i leave, stating a few of these things.

And i'm informing our dear Gm's so they know that i'll be away. Since this is a nice gesture.
So be seeing you, i'll look forward to reading all the awesome posts i'll have missed.

Oh, one more thing. Is there an official update speed in this rp, or is it just post as you feel like?
I'm curious since i don't recall seeing it in the description.