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William Fraser


Location: Port Annan
Skills: Seduction (Court) and Seduction (Street)



William's face was a smiling mask as his eyes moved across the members of the small group. The lady, Millicent, was clearly jumpy, although whether that was due to her supposed sickness, a weak temperament or something more... sinister, William couldn't be sure. Egerton seemed like a fool, too eager to please, and William dismissed him from his focus, at least for now.

It was Rutherford that seized William's attention. He was a man of contradictions himself, so he was all too familiar with the clashing of emotions that flickered across Rutherford's face in an instant. There was a darkness, and a cruelness to the man, but there was love there, or at least tenderness for Millicent. His offer to attend their wedding had a duel purpose. He certainly relished the opportunity to perform, but something un-nerved him about this pairing, and some half-forgotten emotion of empathy and chivalry stirred within his heart. The bruises he could glimpse across Millicent's arms and face only further cemented his decision as he waited for Rutherford's response.

Phoenix Rising Entertainment
"Don't Settle for One Reality"


The System 1 was the pinnacle of everything Sakuma Katsumoto had dreamed of since he was a child, decades before, but as he pulled the headset from his face, blinking slightly against the bright lights of his office, his dreams only got more fantastical. Despite the smile playing across his face, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, some part of his dream alluded him. Just moments before, he had been walking in the shade of forests, listening to the calls of species long extinct, before that he had been fighting in the pouring rain against a warrior whose armour and weapon had seemed as real to him as the desk in front of him now. The System 1 didn't just offer a second reality, it offered thousands of them, but thousands weren't enough, not for Sakuma, not for his vision.

While other's pedaled drugs, or weapons, Phoenix offered dreams, memories of a time before the skies clouded over, before greed became the only emotion people could feel. Pressing the intercom button inset into the arm of his chair, Sakuma spoke softly, and the reply came quickly. He smiled again, turning his chair so he could look out over the glittering lights of Tokyo, spread out beneath his office like an outlandish constellation. The people craved an escape, and like the Phoenix, he would help them raise from the ashes.
@Ferrettouch While I'm not the authority on it, I think you're going to need to provide a bit more information to really coax people in. Take a look at other RP's currently running, or other past RP's, and see what their opening post's look like. Take them as examples of what works.
"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Spring of 1800




1st of March

King Lucious, of The Redcliff Empire, is dead. The exact circumstances of his death are never entirely clear, but the news is spread to every corner of the Redcliff Empire, and to every corner of Europe as well. The throne passes to his nephew, the newly crowed King Marino, acts quickly. His uncle is barely cold before he issues his first commands, all too aware of the dire situation which the Redcliff Empire finds itself in. His first act is to issue a declaration to The Echyan Empire, ensuring an end to the hostilities and dropping the crusade for reparations, even issuing a public apology for his predecessors actions. Unsurprisingly, Echya accepts this, and the tension along Redcliff's eastern borders quickly cools.

3rd of March

The Empire of Rubrus takes a controversial and radical step. The universities scattered across the nation are ordered, by the Empress herself, to open their doors to female students. This is an unheard of step at such a scale. While there has been a scattering of female's passing through universities, in some cases dating back centuries, opening all universities to both sexes is a old stroke. Unsurprisingly, this is met largely with staunch protest from the established patriarchal communities, but they can hardly argue against orders from the Empress. University is still an expensive prospect that only the elite can afford, but a slow stream of young, ambitious women begin to seize the new opportunity.

6th of March

Outside of Europe, The Republic of Toubres continues to colonize almost relentlessly. With The Western Territories of Toubres established and thriving under their new relative independence, Toubres continues to follow the tried and tested methods. A colonial expedition embarks from Toubrian Getares, sailing west and founding the new colony of Toubrian Valente with no difficulty.

7th of March

Continuing his slew of new policies, King Marino, of The Redcliff Empire announces a controversial symbol of goodwill. Sending a ragtag merchant and civilian fleet as transport, the King summons all of the Redcliff colonists, and the remaining Redcliff garrisons of the colonies, back to the homeland. With this gesture, he abandons Redcliff's empire, knowing that the newly formed nation of The Naziim Kaliphate will quickly move in to take control of the new land. He also outlaws slavery, freeing the handful of slaves that Redcliff still own. Through this action, he ensures at least the relative safety off his people, and although it weakens Redcliff's international renown, with far more pressing issues at home, few complain.

10th of March

The Republic of Toubres continues it's militarization by launching a recruitment program. With the recent resounding success of Toubres against the historically military powerhouse of The Redcliff Empire has been greeted with celebration across the Republic, and the patriotic fervor that has consumed the Republic leads to thousands of men signing up. With colonies across the known world, and already an intimidating naval force, this swelling of the Republic's ranks is a clear sign of intent.

13th of March

Finding themselves at the mercy of The Kingdom of Aontas guns, the invading force of The Kingdom of Ubren begin constructing a series of trenches, attempting to give themselves some cover from the bombardment while tunnels are dug beneath the cities defenses. Despite the naval attacks, the Ubren army still hugely outnumbers the garrison that faces them, and before long, the city falls. With the Ubren flag raised, Inversen becomes a refuge for the Ubren forces while they plan their next move.

15th of March

Across The Empire of Attolia, a sweeping social policy is adopted. With the influx of new immigrants, citizenship is freely given in exchange for an embracing of Attolian culture. The stream of immigrants does begin to slow, citizens of The Redcliff Empire tentative as they wait to see the further actions of their new king, but in the newly-seized province of Centrix, this exchange is well-used, the people keen to embrace their new rulers culture.

16th of March

Larymnas falls. With it's walls breached, and the citadel standing as the last bastion of defiance against an overwhelming enemy, there was little hope for the defenders of The Kingdom of Sescos. Like his father before him, King Pieter Mรกtyรกs dies defending his people. He is finally gunned down, deep in the heart of the citadel, with a musket clutched in his hands, and valor burning in his heart. With the Sescosi capital in The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar hands, the Kingdom of Sescos is suddenly on the brink of surrender. Only one city remains in the capital province, the city of Hodov. If Hodov falls, then so does Sescos.

17th of March

Diplomats of The Three City's Republic of Ianian travel to The Republic of Oflua, seeking to offer assistance for their payment of reparations to The Kingdom of Sescos. However the recent developments, and the seemingly imminent downfall of Sescos, makes Oflua hesitant to engage in any economic scheme for payments, so the diplomats return home empty-handed.

19th of March

Across the territories of The Three City's Republic of Ianian, the Ianian Foreign Legion is formed. The force, operating largely independently from the bulk of the Ianian army, quickly takes on a romantic ideal, seemingly promising a life of adventure across the globe, and to rub shoulders with men from all across Europe, and the world beyond. Several thousand men quickly sign up, seizing the opportunity before them, and undergoing the rigorous training.

21st of March

Continuing to strengthen their hold in the far east, The Empire of Attolia sends colonists on the short journey south-east from New Caledonia, and settle the new colony of Java. There is an undeniable sense of trepidation in the air, as the combined fleet of Attolia and The Three City's Republic of Ianian draws ever closer, it's arrival expected within a month.

25th of March

The city of Avedua is quickly proving itself an imposing obstacle. Marines of The Three City's Republic of Ianian join the offensive, supporting the army of The Akkadian Empire, but The Redcliff Empire garrison is resolute. The Ianian Marines begin organizing night attacks, inching through the darkness and using explosives to damage the walls of the city. This is certainly successful, but wherever the walls are damaged, soldiers of Redcliff willingly fill the breach with their bodies and muskets. This will be a long siege.

26th of March

With it's borders threatened, The Redcliff Empire recalls the army of Melezio Parenti. Relieved to be returning home after their bitter defeat, the army makes quick time, The Echyan Empire giving them passage as a sign of goodwill. With all of Redcliff's forces returning to the Empire's homeland, their position is steadily growing stronger, as they still possess one of the most powerful forces found in Europe.

28th of March

The Kingdom of Vendsyssel siege of The Kingdom of Claidor city of Batko continues. With neither side having allies rally to their call yet, both armies are tentative, and the siege becomes more of a waiting game than a prolonged conflict, as both are wary of committing their forces too soon. However armies are still being raised in their respective homelands, and the conflict is on the verge of escalating into a maelstrom of war.


Phoenix Rising Entertainment
"Don't Settle for One Reality"


CEO Name & Age: Sakuma Katsumoto, 63
Headquarters: Tokyo, State of Japan
Major Industries: [Virtual Reality]
Minor Industries: [Media] + [Artificial Intelligence]
Starting Trait:
- Private Wealth: Company starts as a Close Corporation and with +1d50 Billions

Brief History & Description: Sakuma Katsumoto is undoubtedly a genius. A creative spirit since childhood, Sakuma was always striving to create his own fantasy worlds, desperate to immerse himself in a world far away from the harsh realities of real life that he saw around himself. As he grew older, Sakuma continued to try and create a fantasy world for himself, but after inheriting his father's cast fortune, he found that he suddenly had all new tools to build this world with. What initially began as a personal project, as his dream began to realize itself, Sakuma found himself with a burning desire to spread this new-found joy that he had found. It is from there that Rising Phoenix Entertainment was born, as Sakuma attempted to create a Second Reality, so that other's can escape the real world, even if only for a few hours.

"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Spring of 1800




2nd of February

The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar, while it's armies continue to wage war abroad, begins an intense industrialization process. Perhaps inspired by their neighbors to the north, The Akkadian Empire, Dashkatar attempts to abandon it's old, traditionally agriculturally founded industry, and instead invest heavily into the most modern technologies that their Engineers are able to get their hands on. It quickly becomes clear that every nation is attempting to embrace the new century, abandoning the ways of old.

5th of February

The outer walls of Larymnas are breached, the forces of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar flooding into the city itself. Somehow, King Pieter Mรกtyรกs rallies the remaining garrison, fighting ferociously for every inch, and making a desperate last stand in the solidly build citadel. The capital of The Kingdom of Sescos burns, and the guns of Dashkatar pound relentlessly on the one surviving strong-point, but the thick walls of the citadel, and the iron will of the defenders, continue to stand resolute. For now. The nation cries out desperately for aid, from any who will listen.

6th of February

The defending army of The Holy Territories of Edoniras, still bracing itself in the province of Salid, has it's ranks swollen. Thousands of fresh troops, proudly marching under the flag of the Holy Territories, make the journey west. The position of Edoniras is greatly strengthened, any counter-attack quickly becoming more and more daunting for The Redcliff Empire.

10th of February

General Andrei Obnizov, marching at the head of the force of both The Republic of Oflua, and The Kingdom of Ilastiri, takes a moment to compose himself, before moving in pursuit of the army of The Redcliff Empire. Although the enemy is broken, Redcliff still possess a sizable force, and one that cannot be allowed to linger on the borders of the Republic. The sizable army begins it's slow chase.

13th of February

Continuing to promote their self-founded European Trading League, The Three City's Republic of Ianian extends an invitation to The Echyan Empire. Unsurprisingly, due to the two nations already sharing a strong bond, Echya accepts, and the League's influence, and power, only continues to grow.

15th of February

Once more, the Nalci Strait becomes a battleground of roaring spray and cannon fire, as the fleet of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar and The Echyan Empire collide. The Echyan's are outnumbered but they fight with a burning fury that shatters a sizable portion of the Dashkatar fleet before they can bring their enemy can bring their numbers to bear. The Echyan fleet fades away as quickly as they appear, leaving the damaged ships of Dashkatar to limp back to safe ports.

18th of February

In the first battle of the war between The Kingdom of Claidor and The Kingdom of Vendsyssel, it is Vendsyssel that strikes first. Rallying an army, General Kobus Lennips marches from the province of Rogosz, over the border and into the Claidor province of Lahoya, calling on their allies The Kingdom of Aontas to support them. The army has only marched a few miles before they collide into an army of Claidor. Although fairly evenly matched, the men of Vendsyssel are fierce warriors and, spearheaded by their legendary cavalry, shatter the Claidor army. The province opens up before them, and they march for the nearest Claidor city, Batko.

19th of February

The two nations of The Empire of Attolia and The Empire of Rubrus announce the opening of naval trade lanes, hoping to establish a closer relationship between the two. However the threat of war between Rubrus and The Kingdom of Aontas casts a shadow over this agreement, as those same naval lanes could quickly find themselves closed by Aontas ships.

22nd of February

The fleet of The Three City's Republic of Ianian, ferrying the army of The Akkadian Empire, quickly finds itself facing it's first hurdle. The only path to their destination of The Redcliff Empire lies through the Nalci Strait, a war-zone stalked by ships of both The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar, and The Echyan Empire. While Echya has openly sided with Ianian, and Dashkatar with Akkadia, it is the reverse that is not so clear. Will Echya allow Akkadian soldiers to rampage through Europe, and will Dashkatar allows European ships to sail, unobstructed, through their waters. What follows is quite possibly a diplomatic marvel, as the two nations cease their skirmishes to allow the Ianian fleet to sail through the Strait. Perhaps some clandestine meeting ensures their safe passage, or perhaps it is simply an unwillingness for any of the involved parties to make more enemies than they need to.

24th of February

The Kingdom of Aontas, faced with an overwhelming force of The Kingdom of Ubren literally at their gates, is forced to react. Still possessing a powerful navy, Aontas brings it's full arsenal to bear. Even while the Ubren army throws itself against the walls of Inversen, the Aontas fleet begins a relentless bombardment of the besieging army. With no navy of their own, the Ubren forces have little to counter this new threat, forced to instead continue focusing on attempting to break the cities defenses.

27th of February

The army of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel reaches The Kingdom of Claidor city of Batko. Both sides dig in for a long siege, cannons roaring out a thunderous crescendo. But the balance of the war is tipped in favor of Vendsyssel, for now. How the two nations allies react may well decide the very fate of the war.

28th of February

With their path cleared, the forces of The Akkadian Empire land in the province of So Tren. But for once, the garrison of The Redcliff Empire is prepared to defend their homeland. Although they are once again outnumbered, they are unbroken, well supplied, and determined to clear the name of the Redcliff Empire, and cast the invading heathens back into the sea. The Akkadian's attack the Redcliff coastal city of Avedua, an imposing port that dominated the Mediterranean Sea in a bygone era. They are faced with well built defenses, and iron-willed defenders.

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside -> Grand Vestibule (B7)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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The atmosphere of the group changed in an instant. The armed guards had put Cobalt on edge since the moment he'd arrived, but he'd assumed they were simply there to ensure the safety of the guests from whatever horrors stalked the shadows of the forest, and ward off any unwanted visitors. But the threat laced into their greeter's booming voice was clear, and the distinctive sounds of gun hammers being pulled back, cutting through the still air, made it crystal clear. The snarling and gnashing dogs at his back, and no doubt several fingers stroking gun triggers, was all the motivation that Cobalt needed. Forcing a smile, Cobalt could only hope that Madam Mauve had taken his arm as he strode forwards, towards the manor house.

Several other of the guests had already climbed the short flight of stairs and stepped through the heavy wooden door, but Cobalt didn't concern himself with being first. He was focused on not being the last. His entire body was coiled like a spring, ready to react at the first crack of a gunshot, or the first cry of pain, or tearing of dogs teeth into flesh. If Mauve had taken his arm, his grip is gentle, but firm, ensuring that she did not lag behind.

Stepping through the doors, and into the manor proper, Cobalt allowed himself a slight sigh of relief, but he did not relax. It was clear that their hosts had no qualms with slaying those who would fall behind. The 'accident' of the train suddenly took on an even more sour note, and Cobalt carefully glanced around the room, although he didn't see anything out of place. Glad to be out of the cold at least, he made his way across the length of the impressive room, until he stopped a dew feet from a blazing fire, burning in an ornate pearled encrusted fireplace. He turned to face the figure that had led them inside, feeling the heat of the fire beginning to thaw the chill that has clung to him since he had first set foot inside Shadowell Forest.


William Fraser


Location: Port Annan
Skills: N/A



William willingly raised his glass to join the toast, smiling widely before taking a drink of the whisky still in glass. It took a lot of his social poise to stop himself from raising an eyebrow as the young lady pushed away her drink. The concern in her fiance's voice as he turned to her, cupping her chin, seemed genuine, and indeed William had no reason to think it wasn't. He smiled politely as Lord Rutherford rose and made his way to the bar, turning back as Lord Egerton spoke. At the mention of Soulless attacks, his ears pricked up slightly. He had gone so far as to open his mouth, eager to inquire, and find out more about these attacks, when he caught Millicent's reaction out of the corner of his eye. The question died on his lips. He smiled at the woman as kindly as he could as she spoke, her voice faltering.

He turned as he heard footsteps approaching the table, seeing that Rutherford had returned. The air seemed to chill slightly as Rutherford spoke, addressing Egerton, and William found himself questioning the strength of the relationship between the two. He wished he had been more perceptive during their exchange already, blaming the atmosphere for dulling his senses slightly. He vowed to watch the two men more closely in the future, as Rutherford had seemed to chastise Egerton, no doubt defensive of the fragile nature of his soon-to-be wife. William couldn't help but feel a slight tug at his heart, and although he knew it may not be his place he determined to do what he could to calm down, or at least distract, Millicent. Turning to her, he smiled again, leaning forward slightly.

"I a truly sorry to hear of your loss, Madam. I've lost family of my own to the Soulless, and I remember how raw the wound was when it was fresh. I assure you, the pain of grief will fade, time is the greatest healer, and you can use the strength of your new husband, as well as your own!"

Straightening up again, William resolved himself. The showman in him had been itching to perform ever since he had first stepped amongst the crowds within the tavern, and the scratch had become increasingly difficult to ignore. Rising to his feet, William placed his nearly-empty glass down on to the table. Looking to Rutherford, taking him as the de facto leader of the group.

"Your romance has inspired me. If you mean to wed soon, it would be my honor to join with you both, and lend my own talent to your celebration. I have my fiddle with me, and it would be a privilege to attempt to capture such love with music."

"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Spring of 1800




1st of January

As the new century dawns, war continues to consume Europe. The army of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar reaches the walls of Larymnas, and for the second time, the capital of The Kingdom of Sescos is besieged. King Pieter Mรกtyรกs takes command of the defense, calling for aid from those who have already condemned Dashkatar at the Conference, even while he rallies his own soldiers. He also sends a messenger to the army of The Redcliff Empire, still in the lands of The Republic of Oflua just to the east, imploring them to abandon their self-serving war and instead join against the threat of The Eternal Hadeen. The garrison is experienced, and determined, but the formidable defenses of the city still bear the scars of the First Siege, and the Dashkatar army is hungry for a quick victory.

3rd of January

A colonial expedition of The Three City's Republic of Ianian embarks from the nation's homeland. Their voyage will take them along the same route as the fleet that set off just a few months earlier, skirting the southern coast of Africa and to the far east. But while the fleet sailed in full support of The Empire of Attolia, this colonization could almost be perceived as a threat, settling lands in what is quickly becoming Attolia's colonial stronghold. Regardless, the journey will take some months, but the bright-eyed voyagers are full of hope and trepidation.

6th of January

While the army of The Redcliff Empire continues to languish, seemingly without orders, the forces of The Kingdom of Ilastiri is not so idle. Rallying the armies of The Republic of Oflua to aid him, it is General Andrei Obnizov, of Ilastiri, that takes command of the defense. The Redcliff army has only faced a heavily-outnumbered, and weak force of The Echyan Empire during their march. But the soldiers of the Kingdom of Ilastiri are not weak, they are hardened warriors, led by a experienced and decorated general. This will not be such an easy fight.

7th of January

Seeming to awaken slightly from their slumber, The Kingdom of Aontas readies it's soldiers to defend their homeland. They begin a rigorous operation to root out the spies of The Kingdom of Ubren, executing those they do find with a ruthless efficiency. With the rot purged, the garrisons of the province's city dig in, preparing themselves for the coming Ubren army.

9th of January

Despite the ever-present threat of The Redcliff Empire on their borders, The Echyan Empire continues to try and avoid war on it's lands, instead opting to lend it's considerable navy to the Conference's pledge against The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar. The Echyan fleet takes a moment to prepare itself, before sailing along the coast. Their navy is the greatest weapon in the Echyan arsenal, but they have yet to be bloodied, so are keen to prove their worth, as well as to hopefully appease the war-hungry Redcliff.

12th of January

With their other rivals otherwise occupied, The Kingdom of Claidor grows brash. With the full backing of The Empire of Rubrus, Claidor continues ever-escalating troop movements along the border with The Kingdom of Vendsyssel. Perhaps inevitably, one of these patrols eventually collides with a Vendsyssel patrol. With tensions already at a boiling point, a shot is fired, and a skirmish breaks out. The truth of which side fired the first shot is lost forever, but both nations use it as the spark to ignite the flames of war. The two nations prepare to go to war, officially declaring war on each other. What the rest of Europe will be watching for, is how The Kingdom of Aontas, The Republic of Toubres and The Empire of Rubrus will respond.

13th of January

Perhaps as a sign of intent, or perhaps a random coincidence, but the day after the deceleration of war between The Kingdom of Claidor and The Kingdom of Vendsyssel, Claidor's closest ally, The Empire of Rubrus, begins a strenuous training regime for it's forces. Spearheaded by General Vadim Rogozin, the training focuses on how best to bring the formidable strengths of the nations infantry and cavalry to bear as one concerted force. With war erupting, this training could be put to use far earlier than anticipated.

15th of January

Larymnas is a city on the brink. The Kingdom of Sescos is hard-pressed on every side by The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar, the garrison outnumbered, and forced to defend a city who's outer defenses had been breached before the siege even began. There is only a glimmer of hope, that the armies of the Conference, that pledged their support against Dashkatar, will march to their aid. The meager force of Sescos that is still stationed elsewhere, rally themselves and begin daring raids against the Dashkatar siege camps, but they do not realistically believe they can break the siege, just as the defenders do not believe they can sustain it for long.

18th of January

Pledging their armies under the command of General Andrei Obnizov, The Republic of Oflua seizes the initiative as The Redcliff Empire continues to seemingly wait for instructions. The Redcliff army has made camp on the outskirts of the Ofluan village of Kirosyt, and histories will remember the following conflict as, perhaps unsurprisingly, The Battle of Kirosyt. The combined army of Oflua and The Kingdom of Ilastiri numbers nearly ninety thousand men, and for the first time, the Redcliff army finds itself heavily outnumbered. As dawn breaks, the two sides collide. In what is by far the bloodiest battle that Europe has witnessed in living memory, the great military power of Redcliff is truly tested for the first time. Redcliff's general, Melezio Parenti, is a phenomenal commander, undoubtedly one of the greatest to ever live, but he is no god. On the back foot, outnumbered and on unfamiliar territory, his legendary offensive tactics count for little. When the smoke finally clears, thousands of men lie dead, and the Redcliff army is shattered, forced to flee back towards the relative safety of The Kingdom of Sescos.

20th of January

In a shocking move, Centrix, a province of The Redcliff Empire, secedes to The Empire of Attolia. With the tide seemingly turning against Redcliff, morale continuing to plummet in the face of high taxes, a string of defeats, and a lack of any garrison in the province, the population almost unanimously agrees to pledge it's allegiance to Attolia. How Redcliff will respond to this, is yet to be seen.

21st of January

The European Trading League continues to grow, as The Three City's Republic of Ianian invites The Republic of Toubres to join the swelling ranks. Toubres is quick to accept. While the move does bring more trade into all involved nations, some question Toubres' apparent desire to be exempt from the Strait Tax, despite their commerce being little affected by it. Only a handful truly understand the true motive.

23rd of January

Just to the south of Centrix, in the newly-conquered province of Salid, the army of The Holy Territories of Edoniras digs in, preparing for a defensive campaign against any counter-attack from The Redcliff Empire. Edoniras knows that Redcliff is wounded, but a wounded animal can be the most dangerous.

25th of January

Ships of The Three City's Republic of Ianian arrive into the ports of The Akkadian Empire. With the Redcliff threat to The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar effectively wiped out, and The Kingdom of Ilastiri committed to their own campaign against The Redcliff Empire, Akkadia commits a sizable portion of it's forces to their allies. Over fifty thousand Akkadian soldiers embark onto the ships of Ianian, ready to go to war.

26th of January

The forces of The Kingdom of Ubren continues it's slow but steady advance through the biting cold of the winter that has descended over The Kingdom of Aontas province of Torrik. The present garrison of Aontas is horrifically outnumbered, more than ten to one, but they dig in nonetheless, grit and determination steeling their will. The Ubren army reaches the city of Inversen, and digs in, beginning a siege of the city. Although the city is strongly built, it's garrison is woefully outmatched, and few believe they can hold the city for long.

28th of January

The fleets of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar and The Echyan Empire clash for the first time in the mouth of The Nalci Strait. Although it is only a relatively small skirmish, it shows the prowess of the Echyan navy, as they break the Dashkatar force, forcing them to retreat back into the relative safety of the Strait, and the larger Dashkatar fleet.

29th of January

The Holy Territories of Edoniras reinforces the province of Sul. The move raises some questions among the observers of the developing war. Do the Holy Territories fear action from The Empire of Attolia, or even plan actions against the Empire themselves? Or is it simply further strengthening the forces they can bring to bear against The Redcliff Empire? Only time will tell.

30th of January

For the first time, The Republic of Toubres truly weighs in on the conflicts consuming Europe, and tests its radically reinvented army, officially declaring war on The Redcliff Empire. Sailing with the protection of a formidable arm of the Republic's fleet, the army moves through the Mediterranean Strait, and descends upon the Redcliff island of Resdian. The garrison of Resdian is still badly bloodied from it's attempted crossing, and they offer little resistance. Although they are highly trained, their morale is low, and they are facing a well-prepared and well-equipped invading force that heavily outnumbers them. Wherever the Redcliff garrison attempts to dig in, the Toubres ships turn their cannons. In less than a day, the flag of Redcliff is torn down, and replaced by the flag of the Republic.

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Grounds : Seat R -> Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt could hardly ignore the hulking figure that occupied the seat beside him, but with his shoulders turned, he thankfully had his back to him. This, however, did apparently not dissuade the man from interjecting. Cobalt glanced over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow slightly beneath his mask. Perhaps the man was as thick-headed as his frame would suggest. He'd hoped his extended hand to the woman on the other side of him would have been clue enough to who he was addressing, and the idiom that followed was one that he had admittedly never encountered before. Regardless, he ignored the man, turning back to the woman as she spoke.

He smiled, nodding his head politely as she introduced herself. He couldn't help but smirk slightly at her name, hoping that the emotion of the same name was at least leaving a pang within the heart of his earlier companion. This feeling, of course, was turned on it's head as Cobalt glanced over his shoulder again, looking past the impressive bulk of 'Titian' in time to see another man quickly take their seat beside her. The only boon he could take from the sight was her name. Madam Mauve.

His own neighbor, Envy, began to speak again, and Cobalt turned back to her, smiling politely. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, but their transport suddenly burst to life, jerking forwards and quickly building speed as it carried the seated guests through the frigid evening. The cold air whipping past, and the roar of the engine itself, drowned out any hopes of conversation, and Cobalt reserved himself to sitting back and pulling his coat around himself against the chill. When the manor did come into view, it certainly did not disappoint.

Rising to his feet, keen to actually make it to the manor itself, and inside away from the dark and the cold, Cobalt hesitated, turning to hold out his hand to help Envy up.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Madam Envy"

He paused long enough for her to take his offered assistance if she so desired, before turning back to the Manor entrance. Several of the other guests had also alighted from their transport, and he found his eye caught by Mauve yet again. Taking a sharp breath of the cold air to clear his head slightly, Cobalt began to stroll forwards. Having to walk nearly the length of the train to reach the foot of the steps, he took a moment to inspect the other guests. In particular, he found himself inadvertently looking at the particularly stubborn gentleman from earlier. It seemed that he had become more lax about his seating convention, and indeed even seemed to be drawing the particularly striking woman sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. Cobalt smiled. Most intriguing. Regardless, he did find himself stopping beside Mauve, holding out his arm as he grinned.

"Care to walk with me? I wouldn't want you falling again"
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