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Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room β‡’ Joyous Corridor
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt was quickly losing his patience with the four men. Their quips and sarcasm had been almost charming at first, but it was quickly grating on him. He didn't respond to their jibe about his name, simply returning their sarcastic glances with a cold one of his own. He watched Amaranthine turn to look at him, but her attention quickly shifted over his shoulder, and a cold gust reminded him that the hidden doorway was still half-open. He looked back at himself, frowning for a moment before shrugging. It had somewhat lost it's draw for him, and besides, he had far more ...he struggled to find the right word... interesting matters close at hand. As if on cue, the voice of Mauve echoed around the room again.

He smiled at the bitterness in her voice as she spoke to the four men, clearly she also wasn't entirely fond of the unusual quartet. In truth, Cobalt couldn't fully remember why he had left the charming woman in the first place, although clearly she had been busy in their time apart, his eyes flicking to the blood staining her sleeve again. But regardless, the pointed look she cast his way could hardly be misconstrued, and he'd been tiring of the present company anyway. Almost as suddenly as she had arrived, Mauve seemed to resolve to leave the room again, making her way back towards the main doorway. If Cobalt had been still deciding on his next course of action, the wink that Mauve cast back his way more than helped make up his mind. Cobalt burst to life himself, striding across the room, addressing Amaranthine and Swamp as he did so.

"Chanteuse, Doctor, it has been a pleasure. I'm sure I will see you both again."

As he walked past the four men, presumably musicians, he maintained his easy smile, but his eyes were cold.

"I look forward to seeing you perform, gentlemen."

With that, he had reached the door, and stepped through it after Mauve, glancing around for her.


William Fraser


Location: Annan
Skills: Charisma



William smiled as Millicent took the weapon from his outstretched hand, and he had half turned away before she spoke. Glancing back, William couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he saw that the weapon had been quickly concealed, presumably within the young woman's dress. An impressive feat, considering the size of the dirk, and the slightness of Millicent's figure. Very curious. Although in all honesty, William spent far more time trying to remove dresses, rather than conceal anything within them. Realizing that he hadn't replied to Millicent's words snapped him back to the present, and he smiled slightly as he started after her, towards the nearest of the bodies. His voice was low when he did speak.

"You have my word, m'lady."

William crouched beside the nearest Soulless corpse, kopis ready in his hand to pry open the jaws of the creature. He hesitated as he looked properly at the Ryne's face for the first time. Or rather, where the face should have been, for the body at William's feet was headless. He couldn't help but smile at the sheer macabre absurdity of it. Glancing around, he caught sight of the head, a few feet away, and he had half risen to his feet when he heard Millicent speak again. The smile was gone in an instant.

He quickly glanced back to where Rutherford was standing, crouching down again as he leaned closer to Millicent. Watching her face, his voice low, William asked the question that had been plaguing him since he had seen the first shimmer of fear in Millicent's eyes.

"What should I be running from?"
Could I please have my latest post removed.

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/156373-soulless-regency/ic?page=40#post-4825336

Thanks in advance.
"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

Winter of 1801




2nd of December

The Empire of Attolia launches an extensive propaganda campaign, attempting to condemn The Kingdom of Ubren even further. In particular, they suggest that the case of Josua Hasselmann, the Ubren citizen supposedly beaten and falsely imprisoned by the Attolian Sentinels, is merely a hoax. The Attolian newspapers cry out that Ubren is a nation of warmongers, rejecting Attolia's peace proposal, earning the condemnation of the Pope himself, and that the peace-loving nations of Europe must rally to the just cause of the Empire of Attolia. As Attolia is beaten back by Ubren on nearly every front, this called for aid cannot come soon enough.

3rd of December

As their armies march to war, the vast war machine of The Kingdom of Ubren is stoked into life. The Military Arsenal, in the nation's capital, is a formidable logistical weapon, and it is pushed to it's full capacity. Army recruiters embark to every corner of the nation, fire and brimstone in their voices as they whip the people of Ubren into a nationalistic frenzy. This same frenzy spills over into The Hastel Dominions, a nation who's people are still disgusted that they do not march to the aid of their allies. Protests evolve into riots, the provinces of Westrich, Bruchval and even the capital province of Weidingen, all grind to a halt, as the people demand that the Dominions honour their word.

6th of December

In the shattered ruins of The Kingdom of Sescos, there is at least a spark of hope. Following the truce, The Empire of Attolia offers a more substantial treaty. The agreement is certainly far-reaching, establishing open migration and trade between the two nations, free labour in the form of Attolian prisoners, the adoption of Attolian currency to stabilize the struggling economy, and a formalization of their alliance in the form of marriage between King Ciro Malas and the Emperor's younger sister, Princess Bela. There is three challenges that this treaty faces. The first, is that the Attolian army, the greatest symbol of the two nations bond as it stood in defence of Sescos on the border with Dashkatar, has abandoned it's post, and marched north. The second, is Attolia's war with The Kingdom of Ubren, for any alliance with Attolia now may draw the wrath of Ubren and their allies. And the third, is the fact that Ubren, and their half-ally The Redcliff Empire form an impassable barrier between the two nations, preventing any serious migration, or any trade that avoids the tax of The Three City's Republic of Ianian. King Malas is a weak and frightened man, and his blind fear of war with Ubren leads him to ignoring the treaty, preferring to hide behind his castle walls. Thankfully, it is not King Malas that truly holds the power in the Kingdom of Sescos. Dimos Zaros, the bastard son of King Bakos MΓ‘tyΓ‘s, the half-brother of King Pieter MΓ‘tyΓ‘s, is at least a shade of that great bloodline, and in his distant relatives name, he agrees to the treaty, signalling a new age of hope in the Kingdom of Sescos.

7th of December

It is remarkable that The Empire of Attolia city of Nartoise has withstood the siege from the army of The Kingdom of Ubren for as long as it has. Outnumbered more than ten to one, the garrison has dug in, and gritted it's teeth, praying that aid arrives quickly. For Ubren, they continue to hammer the city walls, the cannons rarely falling silent.

9th of December

All too aware that it's supply lines and trade routes are almost relics, The Hastel Dominions launches a massive project, intended to rejuvenate their infrastructure. With the budget given to it, this should be a success, but due to the riots and protests still gripping the nation, it simply sputters out before it can ever gain any traction. The people of the Dominions are baying for blood, but if it not not the blood of The Empire of Attolia that they are allowed to spill, then they may start looking closer to home. While Emperor Erhard Hastel maintains his stony silence on the issue of their allies war, not marching to the aid of The Kingdom of Ubren, these riots will only continue to grow.

11th of December

Keen to fully secure their colonial hold in the region, a party of colonists hailing from The Three City's Republic of Ianian colony of South Iberia, embarks to the north. South Iberia itself is only recently established, but there are still a brave group who readily take the opportunity to further extend the Republic's colonial holdings. It could also be that rumours of the colonial fleet of The Empire of Attolia, embarked from Antillia almost a month before, has reached the people of the Republic, and they are keen to secure their own claim on the land. The colony of North Iberia is born.

14th of December

Finally, The Kingdom of Aontas acts. Their colony of Suveren has become a chaotic wasteland, and it is this scene that the fifteen thousand soldiers of Aontas see as they arrive. Led by General Iric Herjolfsson, and supported by a substantial portion of the Kingdom's fleet, the soldiers are quickly put to work to restore order on the island. The mercenary captains are seized and executed, but the mercenaries themselves, the men that had butchered and pillaged the Aontas people, are simply sent back to their homelands, and given their full pay. The land that the small army reclaim is a barren land, tens of thousands lie dead, the settlements are in ruins, and in truth, the colony will take years to recover. For now at least, a tentative peace is restored.

16th of December

General Janik Tillich makes his move. Even as the bitter winter weather makes the waterlogged conditions even worse, the almost legendary commander of The Kingdom of Ubren cannot sit idly by while a glimmer of resistance from The Empire of Attolia remains in the province of Belgae. Although he sends word to the force at the city of Houte to join him, the flooded ground makes the progress of the message slow and sluggish, so he endeavors to push on without their support. With forty thousand men at his back, the general begins the difficult journey to join the Ubren army already besieging the city of Nartoise. It is good fortune that he does not need to cross any of the major rivers that run through the province, their banks now burst and their bridges in ruins.

17th of December

The majority of the European Trading League, The Three City's Republic of Ianian, The Republic of Toubres, The Echyan Empire, The Holy Territories of Edoniras and The Republic of Oflua all condemn the nations of both The Kingdom of Ubren and The Empire of Attolia for warmongering. As a gesture to encourage the nations to come to the table for peace talks, they announce a trading embargo. Considering the fact that the group of nations include some of the strongest economies in Europe, this is a serious injury to the two nations affected. It is a saving grace for Ubren that The Redcliff Empire did not join, and trade continues to flow between the two nations.

19th of December

The province officially handed over to The Redcliff Empire, the force of The Kingdom of Ubren under the command of General Fritz Hecker withdraws from Centrix. Only hours later, soldiers of Redcliff march in to take control, ensuring that it will not repeat it's grievous error of leaving it's territories undefended. The arriving soldiers are greeted on the streets like liberating heroes. The Redcliff Empire that the province voted to leave was a crumbling power beset on all sides by enemies and crippled by debt, but the Redcliff Empire that welcomes them back into the fold is once again a major European power, and one that only continues to grow in strength. The significance of this 'gift' from Ubren to Redcliff, will certainly come to be seen in the coming weeks and months.

20th of December

The time for sitting back and amassing it's armies is clearly over for The Empire of Attolia. It is General Joel Keskitalo that is first given the orders to advance. With a force of more than fifty-five thousand men at his back, as well as several thousand mercenaries, Keskitalo marches for the city of Nartoise. The race to the city is well and truly on. One pressing problem presents itself, the extensive flooding that plagues the province of Belgae does not only act as an obstacle to The Kingdom of Ubren, and while the Ubren army does not need to cross a major river to reach the city, the Attolian army does. A decidedly flooded major river now. The land surrounding the river has been turned into a marsh, and the river itself, all but the most sturdily built bridges swept away, is a raging torrent. Crossing the river is slow, painfully slow.

22nd of December

Admiral Kai Kauppinen is finally granted the freedom of the seas. Sailing to join Admiral Antti ErkkilΓ€, the two men, with the whole of the naval strength in Europe of The Empire of Attolia at their back, goes on the hunt for any supply convoys of The Kingdom of Ubren. What they find is sorely disappointing. Any burgeoning naval ventures that Ubren had been making since establishing their own coastline for the first time have already been stifled by The Kingdom of Aontas, and the fleet of Attolia finds itself with little to do. Perhaps it is this boredom that leads them to eyeing up the city of Iversen itself. With no navy to oppose them, the fleet begins darting raids upon the city. In truth, the admirals do not have the tools for the jobs, their frigates and sloops poorly suited for attacks against the formidable coastal fortifications of the city, but they do what they can.

25th of December

It is clear that Admiral Topi Valtonen does not intend to linger within The Tadahisa Shogunate. Offering whatever payment works, whether it is gold, trinkets or weapons, the fleet of The Empire of Attolia gains fresh crew, and rudimentary ships. Once satisfied, Valtonen sails south, vengeance burning in his heart, intending to catch the fleet of The Shuren Dynasty off guard, and to attack the capital of the Dynasty itself.

27th of December

Winter has truly fallen, it's grip like a vice all across Europe. Leaving the mass of his army behind, General Janik Tillich of The Kingdom of Ubren has ridden hard through the flooded lands of Belgae and reached the army besieging the city of Nartoise, the garrison somehow continuing its defence. The relieving army of The Empire of Attolia can be seen, just a few miles away from the cities walls, still wading through the marshland, and Tillich realises that there is no time to lose. His strategic brilliance is so great that merely his presence makes an immediate difference. Focusing the heaviest guns of Ubren on one region of the city walls, Tillich successfully creates a breach, and once the most elite soldiers of Ubren are within the city, the day is won. Although the garrison fights almost to the last, praying that the Attolian army will arrive in time, by the time the Attolian army does reach the city, the Ubren force is within, and so the Second Siege of Nartoise begins just hours after the First Siege ends.

29th of December

In the midst of the war between The Kingdom of Ubren and The Empire of Attolia, an announcement is made that sends shock waves throughout Europe. The interrogations of the Tribunal in The Holy Territories of Edoniras have been growing increasingly intense, bordering on torture at times, but finally, there is a breakthrough. One of the spies, a man who gives his name as Joel BΓΆrngen, finally breaks. The confession drawn from his lips is a simple one. The small fortune with which the spies were funded with, instructed to infiltrate the province of Belgae, came from a source. The Kingdom of Ubren.

30th of December

General Eerikki Klemetti uses his easy charm to rally several thousand mercenaries to his cause, and those soldiers of fortune, along with three thousand cavalry troopers of The Empire of Attolia, cross the border into The Kingdom of Ubren province of Obertal. Once there, they begin a string of hit and run raids, focusing their attacks on the numerous supply lines running into the newly conquered province of Belgae. They do what they can, but they can only do so much, forced to retreat from any sizable Ubren forces that are sent after them, and General Klemetti is really no great general, even in this he is out of his depth. Regardless, the raids continue.

31st of December

The main fleet of The Empire of Attolia descends upon the capital of The Shuren Dynasty. Although Admiral Valtonen is correct that the Shuren fleet is celebrating their victory, the natural defences of the capital, the narrow channel that any approaching fleet has to pass before they reach the port itself, mean that the fleet receives ample warning. Once again, the two great fleets collide in a roar of cannons and spray of seawater and blood. The Attolian sailors fight with a burning determination, but they have sailed into the lion's den, coastal defences on all sides. They reap a bloody toll upon the Shuren fleet, but Admiral Valtonen quickly realises that if they prolong their attack, they could all too easily be caught within the large natural harbour and be utterly destroyed. So the Attolian's are forced to retreat and lick their wounds as they return to the relative safe harbour of The Tadahisa Shogunate, hoping that they are not hounded by pursuers.

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt was glad that his lapse in judgement hadn't seemed to cause too much outrage from any of the group in the room, but he was certainly surprised that it was the doctor that came to his defence first. An olive branch perhaps, a peace offering almost, from the beak-masked man, and not one that Cobalt was going to squander. He smiled at the other man, nodding his head slightly in thanks. But before he could reply, the doctor continued, and what he spoke next was far from an offer of peace, it was a threat. Cobalt couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, his gaze flickering across to where the four men still stood.

If they were phased by the threat, they certainly didn't show it, simply calling for introductions to be made. It was the first time that Cobalt realised none had already been made. In the heat of the moment they had all seemed to skip past the common courtesies and pleasantries. Chanteuse Amaranthine certainly seemed to remember her manners at least, introducing herself to the men. Cobalt didn't want to come across as any more rude that he had already, so he nodded.

"Justice Cobalt. Or at least that is my name for the evening."

As he had been introducing himself, a movement caught Cobalt's eye, another figure moving into the room. His eyes wandered, and he couldn't help but smile as he saw that Madam Mauve had joined the group in the room. Her movements were graceful as she stepped into the room, but that wasn't what caught his eyes. What caught his eye was the blood on her sleeve. His smile faded slightly, it appears that the woman had been busy since last they met. He tried to catch her eye as he bowed his head towards her slightly in greeting.

"It is good to see you again, Madam. I hope you have been enjoying your evening."
"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

Winter of 1801




1st of November

While Europe seems to be descending into chaos and war, at least in the far reaches of the world peace still appears to reign. A colonist party embarks from Toubrian Coviria, sailing along the coastline until it until they reach the very southern tip of the continent, founding the colony of Toubrian Tavira. As is becoming expected, The Republic of Toubres announces the formation of a new self sustaining group of colonies, the South-Western Territories of Toubres. With it's capital in the oldest colony of the region, Toubrian Bravas, the South-Western Territories serves as a middle ground between the established South Territories and West Territories, and trade is good.

2nd of November

It becomes clear that The Empire of Attolia will not be fighting it's war against The Kingdom of Ubren alone. Quick to stay true to the promise they made with the Continental Alliance, The Kingdom of Aontas officially declares war on Ubren. And they also make it clear that this is no empty threat. The majority of the Aontas fleet sails from the successful siege of Rogosz and begins patrolling the northern coast of Ubren, the territory that belonged to Aontas just years earlier. They are a deterrent more than anything, as Ubren still commands no fleet of their own, but it is still a clear sign of intent.

4th of November

While The Kingdom of Aontas is quick to come to it's allies aid, The Hastel Dominions is slow to come to theirs, in fact they seem resolved to leave The Kingdom of Ubren standing alone. Unsurprisingly, this delay is met by uproar within the Dominions. A mere glance at the history books show that the two nations have been brothers in arms for centuries, and yet now that Ubren finds itself at war again, the Hastel Dominions sits idly by? Protests become a common sight across all of the major cities in the Dominions, demanding that Hastel honours their pledge to Ubren, and joins the war. Although the war does not seem to be a pressing concern for Emperor Erhard Hastel, warfare still is. The Dominions pours money into the development of military technologies, hoping to develop new artillery, even if it means throwing money at the problem until it goes away.

7th of November

The Empire of Attolia makes its first move in the war. General Joel Keskitalo is a man that will no doubt find himself often on the front line of the coming war. A grizzled man with the stubbornness of a mule, Keskitalo has earned his rank through decades of service to the Empire. While he is a far cry from the tactical flair of most of Europe's generals, there are few men who can be better trusted to hold the line. For now, he has been tasked with mustering Attolia's armies. From Calae, he summons soldiers of the Empire to him, and thousands march to his call.

9th of November

Protests continue to rage across The Hastel Dominions, clamouring for the Dominions to march to the aid of The Kingdom of Ubren, and again, the actions of the Emperor serves to both appease, and further inflame the protesters. A recruitment effort is launched, the recruiters travelling all across the Dominions, calling on the sons of Hastel to sign up and fight the nation's wars. And yet the Dominions continue to sit idle, not moving to their allies side.

10th of November

The Three City's Republic of Ianian is clearly keen to continue building relations, despite the war that's spreading through other nation's of Europe. Continuing to strengthen the bonds in the European Trading League, the Republic proposes an idea to The Redcliff Empire, that officers of the Empire's armies 'exchange' with officers of the Republic's navies. The Redcliff Empire, still vying to improve their still burgeoning navy, open their arms to the proposal. Not only do the officers represent a respective strengthening of the two nations weaknesses, it also represents a new and growing friendship, the officers immersing themselves into the culture they now find themselves in, helping break down the stereotypes and labels that had previously marred relations.

12th of November

The Kingdom of Ubren marches to war. But it is not the province of Belgae that trembles before an advancing Ubren army, not this time. General Fritz Hecker is a man better known for his defensive exploits, but that is not to say that he has only one use. As with all of Ubren's generals, he is a leader almost without equal, and he cannot ignore the opportunity presented before him. With twenty thousand men at his back, he crosses into The Empire of Attolia province of Centrix. The province he finds is woefully under defended. A solitary division of Light Infantry are tasked with defending three Attolian cities against an army that outnumbers them almost seven to one. Unsurprisingly, this is an impossible task. Commander Pierre Leclère, the man who has found himself the impromptu commander of the province's defence, decides that his best chance is to hole himself into the provincial capital, Centrix itself, and hope they can prevail until relief arrives. The province's other two cities, Vilset and Avirault, are taken without resistance, and the Siege of Centrix begins, the Ubren forces keen for a quick victory.

13th of November

While war threatens to consume their heartland, further afield The Empire of Attolia still seems to have it's focus elsewhere. From the colony of Antilla a heavily defended and well protected colonisation fleet sets off, the colonisers defended by no less than six thousand Attolian soldiers as they embark. The journey ahead of them is formidable one, their intended destination on the west coast of the north-western continent. The man tasked with steering the fleet, Commander Renaud Fournier, had liberated for a long time over the course to take, whether to risk the northern passages freezing around them, or brave a stretch of water that strikes fear into the hearts of all sailors. Eventually, the weather forces his hand. A biting cold has latched its icy fingers onto the north, and so the colonising fleet turns south. The voyage ahead is immense, and will take months to complete, but they are on their way.

15th of November

While one fleet of The Empire of Attolia is just beginning their journey, another is, thankfully, coming to the end of theirs. The fleet of Admiral Topi Valtonen, in truth the majority of Attolia's naval strength, even if it has been badly battered in it's fleeing from The Shuren Dynasty, approaches uncharted land. The string of islands they encounter clearly share a cultural bond with the Shuren Dynasty, but they are also something entirely new. The language barrier is of course inescapable, but the Attolian fleet is cautiously accepted into an impressive port, and their gold and silver are accepted as payment for supplies. Over time, they learn that this land is The Tadahisa Shogunate. The Shogunate have enjoyed their isolation from the European powers until now, but they too are concerned about the strength that the Shuren Dynasty now wields, and there is certainly no love lost between the eastern powers. For now they agree to shelter the fleet, in return for continued payment of course.

16th of November

Across The Republic of Toubres, there is a celebration of everything the nation represents. Across every province of the Republic's homeland and across every one of the formidable number of colonies that Toubres now rules. The Western Territories, the South-Western Territories and the Southern Territories all hold lavish and extensive celebrations that last for days, showcasing the best and brightest that the colonies can possess. And in Amzores, the Republic's capital, there is a Grand Expedition, a symbol of a vast wealth and power, followed by a city-wide celebration that seems to never end. The cost of this celebration was colossal, but in what is the two hundred and fiftieth year since the Republic was formed, it is a sign of wealth, and it does wonders in inspiring the people who call Toubres their home.

Unsurprisingly, the other effect that this celebration has is on a colony of The Kingdom of Aontas. Separated by only a narrow strait of water, the people that are currently oppressed, butchered like animals if they so much as speak out against the conditions they have been forced into, are forced to watch their cultural brothers celebrate and laugh, respected subjects of a powerful nation. This seems to push them even further across the tipping point, any who can take up arms, do. The island becomes a war zone, the populace against the mercenaries. The garrison finds itself caught in the middle, resolving to simply bar themselves inside their own fortifications. Several, however, take up arms alongside the populace. The colony is a boiling pot that's been left to overflow.

18th of November

Admiral Kai Kauppinen is slightly surprised when he receives his orders. Rather than being ordered to sail out and bring fiery ruin to The Kingdom of Ubren, the officer of The Empire of Attolia is instead instructed to remain in the capital province, rallying the people and offering Letters of Marquis to any Attolian citizens who wish to take up arms against the advancing Ubren army. A variety of reasons combine to make this idea fall flat. The first is that Admiral Kauppinen is poorly suited to the task, a still young and impetuous man, he loathes being trapped on land for too long, yearning instead for the sea. The second is the fact that those who wish to fight Ubren have already largely joined the Empire's armies and navies, there are a few that do take the offer, quickly adapting their ships to vessels of war, and sailing off, but they are little more than common crooks and rogues already. The effort eventually fades into nothingness, and Admiral Kauppinen gratefully returns to his ship.

21st of November

Again, The Kingdom of Aontas shows that it is committed to supporting The Empire of Attolia, even if chaos is reigning in their territories further abroad. The army previously assigned to watching the Kingdom's border with The Empire of Rubrus, under the command of General Fastulf Arnisson, begins the long journey across the length of the Kingdom, moving towards the province of Kienne. It is a formidable journey, through the bitter winter, but when they arrive, they will almost be withing sight of the northern coast of The Kingdom of Ubren.

22nd of November

The military campaign that The Kingdom of Ubren has launched in the province of Belgae is an extensive one. The formidable army under General Janik Tillich divides into three prongs, each prong marching with the intent to capture one of the provinces three cities. The main force, commanded by General Tillich himself, moves to the provincial capital, Belgae itself. Even without almost fifty thousand men at his back, Tillich is a phenomenal general, undoubtedly one of the greatest strategists alive in Europe. But with an army at his back, he is the stuff of nightmares for The Empire of Attolia defenders. It is in Belgae that the majority of the survivors from Ubren's initial attack have retreated to, but they are still woefully outnumbered. More than eighty Ubren cannons open fire, and few think the garrison can hold out for long.

23rd of November

While one prong of The Kingdom of Ubren army has descended upon the city of Belgae, the second prong find themselves with a far easier task. Marching north, a force of more than thirty thousand soldiers makes for the city of Houte. The closest city to the Ubren border, it is unsurprisingly not only one of the centers of the rebellion in the province, but also The Empire of Attolia city who's garrison was most brutally effected by the Ubren cavalry. Only a few hundred Attolia soldiers made it back to the city, and with the approaching Ubren army, the people rise up, throwing open the gates, and throwing the Attolian soldiers out before the conquerors. In a surprisingly merciful move, the Ubren soldiers spare the Attolians, even going so far as to ensuring their safety from the angry mob that has gathered. However it happened, Houte is firmly under Ubren control.

24th of November

The largest of the three The Kingdom of Ubren prongs is the one that marches furthest to the west. All to aware that it is the city of Nartoise that will likely receive reinforcements from The Empire of Attolia, the Kingdom of Ubren looks to break the city as quickly as possible. More than sixty thousand men, and nearly one hundred guns, race to the walls of the city, and begin the siege. Although only a few thousand Attolian soldiers stand to defend the city, the city is the one least troubled by the rebels, and the garrison need only worry about threats outside their walls. Even so, they are heavily outnumbered, and can only hope that that relief arrives before the city crumbles around them.

26th of November

The fratenising of The Empire of Attolia soldiers in The Kingdom of Sescos is drawn to an abrupt halt. General Ilppo Rehn rallies his forces together, and then marches. Although it is not back to Attolian territory that the nearly fifty thousand strong army marches, it is instead to the north, to the border that Sescos shares with The Kingdom of Vendsyssel. There, they deliver an ultimatum, that Vendsyssel agrees to a white peace with The Empire of Rubrus and The kingdom of Claidor, or else risk Attolia joining the war against them. The letter they receive in answer, written by King Casimir Henryk Augustus III himself, is a masterpiece of diplomatic speech. But reading between the lines, the message is clear. The Empire of Attolia is in no position to be making threats. The men at Rehn's back cannot be spared for a second war, not in the face of the formidable strength of The Kingdom of Ubren. Peace will not be announced, not unless it is dictated by Vendsyssel and their allies.

27th of November

The defence of the city of Centrix by Commander Pierre Leclère is undeniably heroic and valiant, the heavily outnumbered soldiers of The Empire of Attolia fighting like lions, and Leclère proves himself a brilliant leader, no doubt worthy of a rapid climbing of the ranks. If he had survived. But he didn't. He is cut down, holding a breach in the wall alone, musket clutched in his hands, a warcry on his lips and a fire burning in his heart. The fire is still in his heart as he falls, but as he dies, so does the spirit of his men. Overwhelmed, and with no leader, the Attolian soldiers surrender in their droves, and their surrender is accepted by the force of The Kingdom of Ubren. The province is entirely under the control of Ubren, but it is not destined to be for long. Almost as soon as the last Attolian soldier has surrendered, the Kingdom of Ubren sends word to The Redcliff Empire. Centrix is to be intended to it's original owners, and Redcliff joyfully takes Ubren up on their offer. Redcliff's involvement in the war is quickly swinging in favour of Ubren, as debates spring up afresh for Redcliff to fight alongside Ubren.

29th of November

Despite clearly being on the back foot in it's war against The Kingdom of Ubren, The Empire of Attolia continues to muster it's armies. This time, it is the turn of General Eerikki Klemetti to rally troops, leaving his post on the border with The Holy Territories of Edoniras to call on a force to gather in the province of Bergen. While still a young man, General Klemetti is undoubtedly a people's champion. A handsome nobleman, Klemetti has become the poster boy of the Attolian army, and he is disarmingly charming. In truth, he is a better poster boy than he is an actual general, but his men will still die for him without question. And this will no doubt be tested, as the city of Belgae falls. Although it boasted the best defences of the province, against the sheer brilliance of General Janik Tillich, it never stood a chance. Now it is only the ragtag defenders in the city of Nartoise that prevents Ubren from claiming the province.

30th of November

Whether it was bureaucratic incompetence, weather delays or something more malicious, it is almost a month after the orders are given that the fleet of The Empire of Attolia, under the command of Admiral Antti ErkkilΓ€. The fleet launches a highly destructive attack on all of the coastal dykes, sea walls and dams along the north coast of the province of Belgae, and it has more than the desired effect. The rivers of the province swell, spilling over their banks, washing away bridges, and flooding the lowlands. Unsurprisingly, this hardly helps the loyalty of the provinces inhabitants, their own nation's navy seemingly attacking them, but it is not them that the flooding it intended to affect, it is the army of The Kingdom of Ubren. Their supply lines back to their homeland are hit hard, but the supply lines will repair themselves in time, and the Ubren armies have no need to advance, the province almost within their grasp. The bitter irony is that if this attack had only happened a few weeks earlier, it would have crippled the Ubren attack, rather than simply inconvenience them.





William Fraser


Location: Annan
Skills: Intelligence



William smiled slightly again as Lady Kirkpatrick continued. He could already tell that he was going to like the woman, and that the rumours of her razor wit and sharp mind were no exaggeration. His mind had already wandered towards ensuring the piles of Soulless stayed down, and he was glad to hear that Lady Kirkpatrick though the same. Not only that, but he was flattered by the Lady's insistence that William and Millicent were the ones to assist her in ensuring the Soulless sunk into true death.

He glanced across to Millicent, and his easy smile faded slightly. The pretty, young woman clearly hesitated, waiting for Rutherford to gesture that she could obey the older woman's instructions. Curious. Whatever power the Lord held over her, it was clearly powerful. He wasn't surprised to see Egerton deign not to help, heading back to the carriage instead. Shrugging slightly, William decided to get to the matter at hand. Turning towards Millicent again, he smiled as sincerely as he could considering the bodies scattered around them, and spoke.

"Shall we, m'lady?"

William had already pulled free the kopis strapped across his back, wary of being caught unarmed if any of the Ryne weren't quite as 'dead' as they seemed. He was half way towards the nearest body when he hesitated. Remembering that he hadn't seen any sign of a weapon on Millicent, he turned back to the young woman, unbuckling the Dirk from around his belt and holding it out to her, hilt first.

"I'm sure your training leaves you more than formidable without a weapon, m'lady, but I'm afraid my honour demands I don't leave you unarmed. Maybe not what you're used to, but better than nothing I hope."
"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

Winter of 1801




2nd of October

Unsurprisingly, the 'Suveren Issue', as it has been coined, dominates the conversation all across The Kingdom of Aontas. The catastrophic failure of the meeting between the King and the leaders of the rebellion has been well-documented, and the Kingdom seem's set on approaching the issue from another angle. Rather than dealing with the natives that have turned against them, they approach those who have remained loyal. Any native that didn't participate in the rebellion is promised land grants, an appealing offer. However, there are a strong of problems. The first, is that the Kingdom is in no position to offer land, with the colony still in the grip of chaos. And the second, is that this declaration only further ignites the fires of defiance in the hearts of those who still rebel. If their actions have already condemned them to fall from the Kingdom's graces, why should they stop now? In areas of the colony, open rebellion still rages, and in others, it is only subdued through the brutal actions of the mercenaries.

3rd of October

The fleet of The Empire of Attolia, still fleeing to the east from The Shuren Dynasty, are forced to scupper several of their ships, in order to ensure that some of their more damaged ships, especially their flagship, a formidable First-Rate Ship of the Line, have a crew adequate enough to sail. The progress of the fleet's voyage had to practically grind to a halt as the repairs and decisions are made. When they are complete however, the fleet that sails is far more well prepared for the journey ahead.

5th of October

It appears that it is not only in The Kingdom of Aontas that the 'Suveren Issue' is being discussed. The Republic of Toubres seems to still be considering their offer to help restore peace in the colony of Suveren. Moving a sizable portion of the Western Territories fleet to the docks of Toubrian Rilos, primed to make the short crossing at a moment's notice. They are also quick to send another message to Aontas, offering their immediate assistance in the region.

7th of October

The National Conference of Inventors in The Three City's Republic of Ianian continues to drag on, the greatest minds of the Republic fighting against each other to earn the promised reward. Eventually, a winner emerges, a nobleman by the name of Federigo Ampi from the far flung colony of New Genia. What he produces is the first battery capable of continuously providing an electric current to a circuit. This discovery is groundbreaking, and opens the door to a whole host of other potential discoveries.

9th of October

Keen to continue expanding their colonies in the region, while their rivals continue to seem to ignore the unclaimed land, The Three City's Republic of Ianian sails a large colonial party from it's colony of Resia. The sailors cling to the coastline, moving along it to the west until they find a suitable place to land. In a clear sing of intent, the settlers dub the new land South Iberia. With the close links they already shared with the natives through trade, the process of colonising the region is pain-free.

11th of October

Despite the calls for aid in the region from The Empire of Attolia, both the Kingdom of Jinje and the Attolian East Asia Trading Company are found wanting. Jinje simply can't bring any weaponry to bear that could hope to damage the powerhouse that The Shuren Dynasty has become, and while the Trading Company possesses a formidable private navy, the shareholders of the Company demand good trade, not war, so they are forced to ignore the calls of Attolia, instead preferring to continue trading, albeit with larger escorts for their ships. The Echyan Empire too receives the call, and again, are unable to answer it. They send their deepest regrets, explaining that the majority of their fleet is still tasked with defending the Empire itself, and those ships that could be spared would face the same perilous voyage that Attolia themselves are attempting. They do however off the Attolian fleet sanctuary, if they can make it..

12th of October

Even while one of it's colony seems to be consuming itself, The Kingdom of Aontas still clearly has it's eyes set on the future. With it's efforts to improve it's armies main weapon already having proven itself to be an impressive success, Aontas now turns it's attention towards it's production methods. Specifically, the facilities that produce muskets and cannons are expanded, seemingly being prepared for the Kingdom to become a military power, even if it has to be dragged there.

13th of October

Now that a treaty has descended between The Kingdom of Sescos and The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar, the thousands of soldiers The Empire of Attolia, still garrisoned in the territories of Sescos, take quickly to the task of attempting to raise the morale of the population. With the tens of thousands of the nations young men slaughtered in the wars of the last few years, the nation has been struggling to repair the damage done to them. This is not helped by the weakness of the nations current ruler, King Ciro Malas. However, with the action and effort of the Attolian soldiers, spirits are lifted, if only a little.

16th of October

Keen to further strengthen their ties, perhaps ensuring that they have friends to call upon if war continues to spread across Europe, The Republic of Toubres joins with The Redcliff Empire and The Holy Territories of Edoniras. This comes in the form of 'war-games'. From their base in the city of Mussara, the formidable Toubres navy leads the fledgling navies of Redcliff and Edoniras through basic maneuvers and mock warfare. This not only improves relations, creating a sense of camaraderie between the soldiers of the three nations, but it also helps improve the sailors of the burgeoning navies, guided by the careful hand of the experienced Toubrian commanders.

17th of October

With support for their call of condemnation against The Kingdom of Vendsyssel and The Kingdom of Ilastiri failing to gain traction, The Kingdom of Claidor finds itself looking for another way out of it's current struggles. Although The Empire of Rubrus is making good progress against Vendsyssel, Claidor is a crippled nation, the lost land ripping out the Kingdom's burgeoning industrial heartland. With it's own armies bloodied, Claidor cannot lend it's strength to aid Rubrus, but neither does it have the strength to reclaim the lost land from the defending armies of Ilastiri and Vendsyssel. They are instead forced to simply barricade themselves within the cities they still control, and wait for whatever comes next.

19th of October

It appears The Redcliff Empire is a popular friend to have. This time, it is The Hastel Dominions that sends a diplomatic party to Redcliff, attempting to not only increase relations, but also to open up a vital trade route. The Redcliff Empire is happy to accept the offer of trade, it's economy always looking for a welcome boost, and the Empire also tentatively accept the offer of increased relations, although they are hesitant to putting anything official between the two nations, wary of the Dominions apparent warmongering.

20th of October

While The Kingdom of Claidor lingers, The Empire of Rubrus does not. Buoyed with confidence from their successful capture of Norzeg, and secure in the knowledge that The Kingdom of Aontas has shattered the naval strength of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel, General Klavdiy Levin pushes onwards. Two cities remain under Vendsyssel control in the province of Rogosz. The first is the port city, and province capital, of Rosgoz itself. But between General Levin and Rosgoz lies the city of Pives, and it is there that the Rubrus army marches towards. As they march, Empress Alina Romanovna formally requests the aid of the Continental Alliance, calling on The Kingdom of Aontas, The Empire of Attolia and The Echyan Empire.

21st of October

Now that it's fleet has been brought back to at least some idea of combat-ready, the Admiral of The Empire of Attolia, Topi Valtonen, begins to turn his mind away from fleeing, and back to vengeance. Finally making the decision, and still wary of the colossal distance ahead of his fleet and the safety of The Echyan Empire colonies, Admiral Valtonen turns his fleet around, and sails west. Where they are bound, still stands to be seen.

23rd of October

The constant unrest in the province of Belgae seems to build to a frenzied crescendo. Rebels and spies that had managed to evade the Sentinels of The Empire of Attolia for months suddenly break cover, seeming to be simply trying to cause as much chaos as possible. The sheer ferocity of it is too much for the Sentinels to handle alone, and the soldiers of Attolia in the province are quickly dispatched all across Belgae to help restore some semblance of peace.

25th of October

Despite the efforts of the peace summit, the seemingly inevitable finally occurs. The Kingdom of Ubren officially declares war on The Empire of Attolia, blaming Attolia's 'conspiracy' against Ubren for fanning the flames beyond the point that they can be extinguished. Ubren is quick to call their allies to their side, chiefly The Redcliff Empire and The Hastel Dominions. War continues to consume Europe.

26th of October

Not willing to squander the advantage they currently hold, The Kingdom of Ubren is quick to strike the first blow in it's war with The Empire of Attolia. An army group under the command of the highly respected General Janik Tillich marches to war. The General has nearly one hundred and fifty thousand men at his back as he marches into the Attolian province of Belgae, moving fast with a clear purpose to crush the garrison of the Empire underfoot.

28th of October

With the vast majority of the garrison scattered across Belgae handling the uprisings, clearly now an organised strike to distract the Empire before the invasion, The Empire of Attolia is woefully unprepared to handle the immense army bearing down on it. The cavalry of The Kingdom of Ubren, twenty thousand riders, race ahead of the main force. Thousands of Attolian soldiers are cut off, and cut down, dying on the streets as they are forced to either flee to the relative safety of the province's cities, or attempt heroic, but futile, last stands. First blood has been drawn. The fractions of the garrison that do survive find themselves seeking shelter in cities in which the people are constantly rising up against them, forcing them to spend as much time ensuring that the townsfolk don't throw open the gates from within as they do ensuring Ubren don't break through them from without.

30th of October

At least one nation of Europe is still attempting to maintain peace. The Three City's Republic of Ianian calls together representatives of both The Echyan Empire and The Republic of Toubres. The treaty proposes a colonial divide in the Americas. Although the proposal is certainly in favour of Toubres and Ianian, and in truth offers little than what is already a certainty, for The Echyan Empire, it offers a security for their colonies. Both Toubres and Echya are quick to sign the treaty, and it becomes official. Not only does this avoid potential squabbles, it also further strengthens the relationship between the three nations, potentially even tempting Echya away from the Continental Alliance.

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Charisma
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt caught hold of Amaranthine's hand before she could pull it away, pulling her backwards and almost off her feet. He made it a few paces backwards before she managed to yank her hand free, and the withering look she gave him shook him out of whatever moment of madness had seized him. Frowning slightly, more at himself than anything, Cobalt watched as Amaranthine turned back to the four men and seemed to agree, to something at least, but there was still a distinct tension in the room, a chill that wasn't simply from the night air still blowing through the open doorway.

Now that he had at least somewhat come to his senses, Cobalt did what he could to repair the damage his lapse may have caused. His mouth firmly set into the friendliest smile he could manage, he nodded his head towards first Amaranthine, then the four men, and then the doctor.

"Please forgive me, Chanteuse, for that indiscretion. And I hope I haven't made too much of a fool out of myself before you gentleman. I can only blame the stress of the evening for that momentary lapse in judgement."

Justice kept holding his easy smile. Luck had certainly seemed to turn against him in the last few moments, but if he couldn't rely on his charm, what could he rely on?

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