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The Search for Elvarren

Post is up, if everyone wants to know the contents of Pup's travel backpack, it is in her CS.

The Search for Elvarren

Pup

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, idly scratching Fafnir as he perched on her shoulder, as the only person who seemed to have a grasp on what was going on just walked out the door. Presumably to find more of them. He was quickly followed by the annoying arrogant one, Kaesar. Hopefully he'd bring back a group that was more stable than the one she currently found herself with, and leave Kaesar far behind. She trusted most of them only slightly more than she trusted the Greys, and that was only because they hadn't actively tried to kill her. Not to say that isn't a decided possibility. She noted, watching as the man who had declared himself 'Horus' seemed to struggle with sudden rage, before declaring dibs on the bed. She dubiously slid her eyes over to where the unconscious woman was laying on said bed, raising an eyebrow in question. As if on cue, the woman awoke.

As Aries explained the situation to her, Luci waltzed in with the evening's dinner. She didn't trust him either. He was friendly, but it never seemed to reach his eyes. Still, he was handy to have around the cabin. He had already replaced the rusty hinges on the doors in half the time it would have taken her, and his metal manipulation would be a great benefit if she ever needed more nails. Pup smiled reassuringly at Quiet. She trusted him slightly more, if only for the fact that his insanity wasn't as apparent as the rest of them. You're one to talk. Pup ground her teeth as P's voice entered her head once more. It never seemed to stay silent for more than one blissful hour a day. Obsessing over creating and fixing the cabin, like you're some handywoman. You're The Creator! Destined for mo- Shut. Up. I have no idea what's going on, no control over what's going on, and no idea if I'm going to have to run from bullets again anytime soon. Fixing things is the one thing I know and control, so please, stop talking. P fell sullenly silent, much to her relief.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost didn't see the water bottle flying towards her. Fafnir's trilled warning in her ear alerted her at the last second, and her gloved hand shot up and caught the bottle just in time. "Thank you." She turned her attention to the woman, Jay, as she asked where the river was. "Luci is right. He or I or even Aries over there can take you. Though I imagine you'd like some soap, shampoo, and a towel. I did the best I could, but I doubt I did as good a job as you'd like. Fafnir, be a dear and get the shampoo and soap." Her dragon trilled again, flying over to where her backpack was laying against the wall and diving into it.

Pup herself walked to the fireplace and grabbed her towel from where she had lain it to dry out last night. Smiling, she moved over and handed it to Jay as Fafnir flew back, a small shampoo bottle in his front claws and a bar of soap in his back. "Be forewarned, it's going to be cold and miserable. The towel will help, but not by much." She glanced over as Kaesar initiated discussions about their powers. Both her eyebrows rose in minor disbelief, as he claimed to have the powers of Cyclops, before she threw in her two cents. "My name is Puppeteer. Pup for short. I'm really good at making and fixing things." That settled, she turned her attention to Quiet. If you're up for first watch, Quiet, I'd be grateful. Fafnir," she nodded her head towards her dragon, flying in lazy circles around her. "doesn't need sleep. So you won't be alone."

The Search for Elvarren

How dare youuu Pup would never set the cabin on fire! ...Intentionally. It only happened once or twice!

The Search for Elvarren

I'll see if I can get a post up tonight.

The Search for Elvarren

@Grijs@Wind Wild

I meant to add this bit when I first wrote the CS (to go with the whole 'Forge master in ancient times' thing), forgot to, then thought it would be to much. But I figure if you guys think it'd be too much I just won't add it and we'll go on our merry way.

Fire and heat don't bother me. At all. I could stick my hand in a fire and be totally fine. I actually really enjoy blisteringly hot days of 100 degrees without breaking a sweat. I actually hate this place, since it's so cold. I think I can manipulate it too. Like that guy from the Xmen movies you know, the one with the lighters. For example, fire reacts to my emotions some times. Flaring when I'm angry, dying out when I'm sad. From what I've gleaned from P, eventually I'll be able manipulate open flames to grow larger, burn hotter, or simply be snuffed out. It assures me that I can't actually create flames. Just manipulate them. So if you douse a flame, I can't make it spring back to life. Like I said, very similar to the guy from the X-men films. I think the whole affinty for fire thing has to do with the fact that my 'powers' are older than P likes to admit. From a time when all creating was done with fire, iron, and the strength of arm.

From the CS

In Flanders Fields - A Fantasy Pre-WW1 RP

The Emperor

The Emperor of Volnath, Rurn, sighed as he put down the last typewritten page. He was sore, but that was no longer a surprise or even a strange feeling to him. What was important was that he had gotten the letters out to the various nations of note to invite to the World's Fair. With any luck, they would all respond with yes and it would be a rousing success, the start of an annual international event. If not, it would be a failure and a humiliation to the Empire. Not that they were unfamiliar with the concept of humiliation in the last decade. He carefully folded the Etresna letter, gathered a few more designs from his desk, and headed out of his study. The two Dragon's Claws fell into step behind him, a constant presence he was entirely used to. "Now, Gur," he began, looking over his shoulder at the Orc on his left. "when we're in Etresna you can't be distracted by the beautiful women there. They'll never let me live it down if you're nearly seduced twice in one week."

The Orc blushed beneath his tattoos, protesting. "M-my Emperor I told you in the repor-" Rurn laughed, waving a hand at the floundering bodyguard. "Yes yes my boy. I know. I believe you don't worry. But we must hurry, we have an airship to catch and another nation to visit, despite you and your bretheren's displeased looks you give me whenever I do this."

The Claws made no comment, simply following him to his destination. More of them fell into step behind him until there was a 100 of them filing onto the airship. In a few moments they were off and headed to Etresna.

Letter to the SK

To His Most Sacred Majesty, King Agnacious of the Sacred and God-Given Kingdom of Ulgyrikan,

I am writing this to formally invite your Majesty and his finest engineers to the first World's Fair. Our age is an age of wonder and technological advancement, things that were thought impossible in years past are being built and made daily. The purpose of this fair is to bring the greatest inventions of the world's nations together and share designs and ideas in the hopes of international harmony. The date is a month from hence, February 12th, in the capital of my Empire. Regardless of if His Most Sacred Majesty chooses to attend or not, I have sent an all human delegation to your shores. The ambassador, Fredrick Johanson, has matters to discuss that should gravely concern both our nations, despite our tumultuous past.

Sincerely, Rurn, Emperor of Volnath.

Letter to the Princely States

To the Princes of Merhsaba,

I am writing this to formally invite your Majesties and their finest engineers to the first World's Fair. Our age is an age of wonder and technological advancement, things that were thought impossible in years past are being built and made daily. The purpose of this fair is to bring the greatest inventions of the world's nations together and share designs and ideas in the hopes of international harmony. The date is a month from hence, February 12th, in the capital of my Empire. One of my ambassadors, Tauran, will be meeting the venerable Baron Wrangel at Varn. I trust that another one of your ambassadors will be at the conference to discuss the international railway in two weeks from now. It is, as I'm sure you already know, a railway that can only benefit every nation of Narrev involved. I look forward to hearing of an agreement soon.

Sincerely, Rurn, Emperor of Volnath.

Letter to the Technocracy

To the Great Inventor of Tezzarice,

I am writing this to formally invite you and all of Tezzarice's master Inventors to the first World's Fair. Our age is an age of wonder and technological advancement, things that were thought impossible in years past are being built and made daily. The purpose of this fair is to bring the greatest inventions of the world's nations together and share designs and ideas in the hopes of international harmony. The date is a month from hence, February 12th, in the capital of my Empire. I trust that one of your ambassadors will be at the conference to discuss the international railway two weeks from now. It is, as I'm sure you already know, a railway that can only benefit every nation of Narrev involved. I look forward to hearing of an agreement soon.

Sincrely, Rurn, Emperor of Volnath.

Letter to the Kaiserreich

To the Kaiser of Antenland,

I am writing this to formally invite your Majesty and your finest engineers to the first World's Fair. Our age is an age of wonder and technological advancement, things that were thought impossible in years past are being built and made daily. The purpose of this fair is to bring the greatest inventions of the world's nations together and share designs and ideas in the hopes of international harmony. The date is a month from hence, February 12th, in the capital of my Empire. I trust that one of your ambassadors will be at the conference to discuss the international railway two weeks from now. It is, as I'm sure you already know, a railway that can only benefit every nation of Narrev involved. I look forward to hearing of an agreement soon.

Sincerely, Rurn, Emperor of Volnath.

Letter to the Confederate States

To the President of the Confederate States,

I am writing this to formally invite you and your country's finest engineers to the first World's Fair. Our age is an age of wonder and technological advancement, things that were thought impossible in years past are being built and made daily. The purpose of this fair is to bring the greatest inventions of the world's nations together and share designs and ideas in the hopes of international harmony. The date is a month from hence, February 12th, in the capital of my Empire.

Sincerely, Rurn, Emperor of Volnath.

Letter to the Democratic States

To the General of the Democratic States,

I am writing this to formally invite you and your country's finest engineers to the first World's Fair. Our age is an age of wonder and technological advancement, things that were thought impossible in years past are being built and made daily. The purpose of this fair is to bring the greatest inventions of the world's nations together and share designs and ideas in the hopes of international harmony. The date is a month from hence, February 12th, in the capital of my Empire. In addition, I am sending an ambassador, Gonra, to discuss the prospects of a stronger alliance between our two nations. It is a matter that I believe will only benefit us, no matter what your current allies say.

Sincerely, Rurn, Emperor of Volnath.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

The Bean Sidhes

Maeve leaned shakily against the coffin, muttering quietly to herself in irish. That was close. Way, way to close. She let the rest of her cracked bone armor fall to the ground, breathing in deeply as the bones fell to dust on the floor. "This damn coin better be worth it." She held it up, gleaming in the lights. "It will be." Kiara took the coin and put it in one of her pockets, right next to the one she got. She had quickly leapt to the side of her partner when it looked like she was going to be attacked by Randoul. Partner's stayed together, even if it looked like it was going to hurt. And it would have hurt a lot. Fortunately for the both of them, Angel had intervened before true damage could have been done.

"So long as I keep it away from you and ensure that you don't use it to go on a drunken day long sex spree, that is." Maeve snorted. "I'm offended. It'd be at least two days long, since I'd steal both of them." She leaned against the coffin, sighing. "I forgot how comfortable this thing was. You think Angel would let me sleep on it again?" Kiara chuckled. "No, I don't believe he would. He was quite upset the last time you slept on it." They both glanced up as the intercom called them away. "Well, time to go to work. Hopefully with less getting in massive brawls this time." Maeve frowned, rolling her shoulder. "Where's the fun in that?"

A few minutes later

Maeve and Kiara sat down on one side of the table, eyeing the people that they were supposed to be working with. Kiara sighed. Ante Mortem, icy suit boy, and the Experimental Team. We're going on a suicide mission aren't we? It'll be fine! Maeve's voice broke in, her partner nonchalantly munching on a baloney and cheese sandwhich she had snagged when leaving the cafeteria. If it was really a suicide mission, they would've given us less people. These are two many asylums t just throw away on a death mission. Maybe you're right. I am. But it's still going to be a shit mission. Oh yeah, no doubt.

Kiara looked up, glancing at the gathered people. "So!" She said brightly, attempting to break the silence. "Does anyone know why we're all gathered here, or have any inkling of what the mission is going to be?"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Althalus

He cursed as the room began shaking again, and he heard the snort of the Nitemare charging again. Of course this happens, why would we ever get a single stupid break in this stupid place. He complained to himself, hoping the group would hurry up and not try to be heroes. Of course, one of his own group decided to prove him wrong. Colette tried to make a fight against the Nitemare when speed was of the essence and stupid heroics were not. "Colette! We can kill it later, right now we need to stick together!" Annabeth, who actually had a physical presence, went to grab her. "Good enough!" Unable to grab anyone himself, he settled for urging others into the room. "Lets go lets go lets go. Annabeth and Colette can take care of themselves, and we don't want to end up like a great number of people have on this trip." When they didn't start moving fast enough for his liking, he turned to the only other person with physical presence for help. "Helena, start pushing them. I can't do anything."

Sansar, Yarosmere

"Oh yeah, just don't offend the madman whose fanatics despise most of what the College stands for. Easy!" Aramir replied. "All the while hoping that he doesn't assume that our friends, having not returned from their kidnapping, have gone on to the side of the rebels and tries to capture us to ensure that he has bargaining chips." She smiled in an overly chipper way. "Shouldn't be a problem at all!" She glanced idly around, as if to ensure that no one was listening. "So what's the plan if we have to suddenly run for our lives because we've some how offended the King?"

"And what are we going to tell the College? Aside from the fact that the entire nation has gone insane."

Unknown Location, Yarosmere

Sahra smiled softly, speaking as Mak rolled his eyes. "We have no other choice. If anything it will help you act like you didn't enjoy your time staying here. We'll drop you off close to the palace. I suggest you have a story about how you escaped ready for the guards, lest they try to arrest you for being rebel collaborators."

She turned her gaze to Mar. "While I doubt the madman will give you enough of a courtesy to actually go to an infirmary, we'll cover that eventuality as well. A psychomancy rune will be made and given to you, hiding all your non-human traits from examination. It'll only last a few hours, but that is all the time you'll need to get out of Yarosmere after the dinner. Trust me, you will not want to stay any longer than absolutely necessary in this Inferno-cursed country."

"To review, we're going to beat you so you're not considered traitors by the crown, ensure that any disguises you need are in place so you don't get revealed and killed, and be on hand if everything goes to an absolute disaster and you need to get out of the palace as fast as possible. Any questions or requests?"

The Search for Elvarren

Pup

Character sheet

The voice in my head has some questions about you. No, I am not crazy.

Can't really call you crazy when my voice has questions too.

What is your real name?

Freya Mathews. My parents had a fondness for norse mythology.

Make sure no one learns it. So, have you thought of a good alias for yourself?

Puppeteer. Pup if you prefer. She glances away, talking to someone else. I'm not going to tell them tha-no, it's stupid, ugh, fine. She returns her attention. The voice, P, wishes to inform you of it's nickname for me. 'The Creator.'

How old are you, anyway?

25.

How would you describe your own appearance? Height, hair, clothes, whatever.

I'm terrible at this. I'm about five foot seven inches with a little longer than shoulder lenght brown hair that has a streak of white in the front. Natural, I promise. I have murky green eyes and I typically dress in clothing that is half formal half work. Brown, thigh high, lace up boots with dark blue jeans. A green long sleeve button up shirt, a brown leather vest over that, and brown leather gloves. Here's a picture for a better idea.

picture

Recently all of us are afflicted with these impossibly unreal abilities. Like Mystics. What is your ability?

I'm good at making and fixing things. Really good. If I have the proper tools I can create or fix basically anything I need or want to with a speed that would boggle the minds of most people. I don't even need to be taught how to use a tool, or what a machine is. I just grab them or lay a hand on them and know how to use tools and how machines work and how to fix them. Depending on how much I go 'in the zone' I could make something that should take years in a day. Though god am I tired after that. Sometimes I don't even need the tools, just the materials. Though that left me in a coma for a week, so I try to take it slow.

I can exert my will over machines and tools. Make pieces of a car engine stop working, draw a hammer to my hand, jam a gun, mostly little stuff like that. Though I have to be under two feet away or touching them for it to work.

I can also kinda, uh, give life to things. I'm not sure how far it goes, P assures me that it's only permanent things I've created myself, but that's how this little guy got here. She whistles, and a bronze mechanical dragon flies to her shoulder I call him Fafnir. Yes I can understand him. He's about as big as I can go for permanent, at least so far, life. Made me pass out and wake up in a hospital bed three days later.

Which, now that I think of it, was the beginning of the end. On the temporary side of things I can have a hammer or another tool do something by itself for a couple minutes, or have a bunch of tiny things like chess pieces move of their own volition for a game. It seems that their 'purpose' is whatever I deem it to be upon the 'blessing of life that I bestow'. P is very dramatic.

Fire and heat don't bother me. At all. I could stick my hand in a fire and be totally fine. I think I can't even get burned. I actually really enjoy blisteringly hot days of 100 degrees without breaking a sweat. It's why I hate this place, it's so cold. I think I can manipulate it too. Fire, that is. Like that guy from the Xmen movies you know, the one with the lighters. For example, fire reacts to my emotions some times. Flaring when I'm angry, dying out when I'm sad. From what I've gleaned from P, eventually I'll be able manipulate open flames to grow larger, burn hotter, or simply be snuffed out. It assures me that I can't actually create flames. Just manipulate them. So if you douse a flame, I can't make it spring back to life. Like I said, very similar to the guy from the X-men films. I think the whole affinity for fire thing has to do with the fact that my 'powers' are older than P likes to admit. From a time when all creating was done with fire, iron, and the strength of arm.

She hesitates

There's one more thing. Whenever I'm making things I get these...feelings I guess. They're like sensations of elements, or other supernatural traits like invincibility, breathing underwater, or never going dull, on the edge of consciousness. I think I could grab them and put them into whatever I'm making. Whenever I tried though, I passed out (I do that a lot when messing around with my powers don't I?) for a few hours and woke up with a killer headache. P insists that as long as I grow in power I could eventually do it.

What is your voice like? Has he told you anything aside to search for Elvarren?

P? Its current choice of voice is that of a woman right now. I think it just likes that sound for itself, since it tried male and small child of both genders in an attempt to cajole me. P rarely makes me do things, since I mostly prefer to stand frozen in place, locked in an internal struggle, rather than listen to what it tells me to do. It generally approves when I'm making things though.

Where did you come from, and how long have you been looking for Elvarren?

Rural Missouri. There were always things that needed to be made or fixed, so I was a blessing around the household. My parents told me to take it easy on hot summer days after I went into a coma for a week. The doctors and nurses, all looking noticeably more exhausted after I woke up, had said that was the problem. P convinced me that it was better to go along than it was too try to convince them that I had powers and a voice.

I left after P made me drain my mother dry.

Wandered around for a few years, eventually setting up in an autoshop. We became quite popular for fast, really good, service. I had taken to my current style of clothing, trying to keep as little skin to skin contact with people as possible. I only fed off of wildlife or idiots in clubs, gently drifting by until they were tired and had to leave. It was around that time that I made Fafnir. My coworkers found me and took me to the hospital. I woke up a few minutes before the Greys showed up. P screamed at me to run, and for the first time in a long, long time I complied immediately.

Raced back home, got dressed, grabbed everything I thought I'd need (yes, that includes this toolbelt) and I've been running ever since.

How did you end up here?

P said head north. North ended up here.

Anything else you want to get off your chest?

I'll get this ran down piece of crap liveable, ideally before the Greys show up. I hate half-finished products. Also, don't touch the toolbelt without asking.

It is good to meet you, friend. You’ll be safe here – for the time being…

Chuckles. Someone likes being ominous.

Misc. Details

Contents of Pup's Backpack:

-25 Weather proof matches, with a water-proof container

-A dozen small shampoos stolen from hotels

-A hatchet

-A 27x52in towel

-A sewing kit

-A dozen bars of soap

-Hydration pack and hose

-A sleeping bag

-Spare clothing (two extra button up shirts, one made of thick wool, one made of flannel. An extra pair of pants. Two pairs of thick wool socks. An extra pair of brown leather work gloves. A scarf.)

-First aid kit

-A 14x16 foot tarp

On Pup's person and in her Toolbelt:

-Claw Hammer (toolbelt)

-Multitool (toolbelt)

-Two dozen nails (toolbelt)

-Swiss Army knife(person)

-Knife (tucked into boot)

-Compass (person)

-Lighter (person)

In Flanders Fields - A Fantasy Pre-WW1 RP

Volanth

Name of Nation: Volanth Empire

Government: Absolute Monarchy. Representatives from every district of the Empire form a Council that advises the Emperor, but final decision rests with him and those he designates with that power in certain matters and areas (known as Consuls).

Species: The Volanth Empire is made up of hundreds of different species, in varying degrees of populous and influence, from all across the world. It is a safe haven to all. That being said, there are four major species:

Humans: The most fertile of the races, humans are everywhere, able to be seen in great numbers all across the holdings of the Empire, in every conceivable position the Empire has.

Orcs:The original holders of much of the colonies claimed by the Empire, the Orc tribes have long since become accustomed to the rule of the Empire. Averaging at six feet and with an inborn strength, they're drawn to the factories and military of the Empire. The white tattoos on their skin denote tribe, status, and great victories in their lifetimes.

Dragonkin: The original creators of the Volanth Empire, the Dragonkin were once an almighty race, forging their empire with magic and blood. However, since the last dragon died a thousand years ago, they have lost much of their power. Still formidable, they tower at an average of seven feet tall with razor sharp claws. They are largely gathered in the homeland, and make up most of the airforce (in every aspect) of the Empire.

Minotaurs: The Minotaurs are the first race, to have witnessed the power of the original Dragon Gods. As such, they're as feverent as the Dragonkin in their belief in the power of the Dragon Gods, even after death. Dwarfing even the Dragonkin at an average of nine feet tall (counting horns), they are like the humans in terms of location. Spread out amongst all holdings and all professions of the Empire.

Homeland Population: 150 Million

Colonial population: 250 Million

Culture: The Empire's culture varies based on what area you're in. In the Homeland you will find holidays and worship dedicated to the spirits of the Dragon Gods. In the colonies populated by Orcs you will find shrines to Mother Nature to soothe her moods. In the islands you will find offerings to the sea, so that the island may stay above water another hundred years. So on so forth. The Volanth Empire recognizes strength in diversity, and has only pressed two ideals upon it's citizens; Discipline and loyalty. The citizens of the Empire highly value discipline, whether it be in the heat of combat or when working at a factory. People who are seen as having none are often looked down upon. Likewise, those whose loyalty to the Emperor, chosen of the Dragon, is questionable are outcast and suspected.

Territory Claims:

Territory

The Empire's holdings are in red.

Economy: While no where near as strong as the Kaiserreich, the economy of the Empire is strong and stable. A mixture of socialist and capitalist, the economy encourages competition while the government regulates and oversees what is deemed as necessities.

Technology: The Empire relies on it's allies and neighbors to give it their newest designs and innovations. While it can certainly produce thousands of copies very quickly, and even thousands more of variations in record time, the Empire itself has only kept up with the changing times, never leading the charge. The Empire is working to change this, having engineers study with the Inventors of the Technocracy.

Army:

Army

The Empire keeps a decent sized army of 6,000,000 (2,000,000 as the home guard and 4,000,000 colonials) standing military at all times, to protect it's borders and holdings. These soldiers of the Empire epitomize the values of discipline and loyalty even more than the average citizen, more than willing to hold any position needed of them, even at the cost of their own lives. This is especially seen in the unofficial motto. "The only time the enemy shall see our backs is when we are dead."

If push comes to shove and the Empire is called to a true war, it can call a conscription and swell it's armies to even greater size. The very discipline that makes this possible without a drop in the Empire's skill at production makes this process slow, however. It would take the better part of a year for the conscription to be considered complete.

The army of the Empire is equipped with the Dragon's Vengeance (DV) Model 1889 (Based off of the IRL Mosin-Nagant). The bolt-action five round rifle was created in response to the aggressive expansion of the Ulgyrikinan Kingdom, which resulted in several Empire colonies being taken, and was pivotal in reclaiming lost territory. Due to the Empire's skill in production, and the capitalist nature of the companies making the weapons, dozens of variations have been made and are in service, from the long barreled sniper rifle, to the short and efficient carbine for cavalry, and almost everything in between. While not the deadliest or newest rifle on the market, the DVM1889 is extremely reliable, almost never failing in the field. This, above all else, is what Empire's military values.

Designed along similar lines, the Vengeance Model 1890 (Based off of the IRL Nagant Model 1895) is a seven shot pistol that every soldier of the Imperial Legions carry, reliable and rugged.

Having learned from the sudden invasion of the Ulgyrikinan Kingdom, the Empire has since garnered designs for machine guns from the Kaiserreich, and has begun mass producing them. Specifically the Dragon's Breath Model 1895 has come into great popularity for their accuracy and reliability (Based off of the IRL Colt Browning M1895) These deadly weapons are a part of every facet of the Empire's military, especially in the colonies. They are key to the Empire's defense against any sudden attack.

Your average imperial troop is referred to as Guardians. These are the troops that volunteered or were conscripted into the military. They make up sixty percent of the imperial military, or 3,600,000 troops.

The ones that are trained with Etresnakiten techniques, and serve as a professional vanguard force, are known as Legionaries. They make up forty percent of the imperial military, or 2,400,000 troops.

The Empire recognizes the value of artillery, and does it's utmost to have the best artillery available. In lieu of that, they ensure that their artillery crews are the most accurate and best trained in the world. Currently the Empire has 17,000 pieces of artillery, with more in production.

10,000 of the best troops the Empire has to offer are recruited into the Dragon's Claws, the personal bodyguards of the Emperor and the capital. The serve as his direct influence on the outside world. They are the most elite unit the Empire has to offer. Utterly loyal, they only answer to the Emperor himself.

Organization

Host: 500,000 troops, or five Legions. Commanded by a military Consul.

Legion: 100,000 troops, or two Corps. Commanded by a Legate.

Corp: 50,000 troops, or two Divisions. Commanded by a Colonel.

Division: 25,000 troops, or two Regiments. Commanded by a General.

Regiment: 12,500 troops, or two Battalions. Commanded by a Commanded by a Centurion.

Battalion: 6,250 troops, or four Companies. Commanded by an Optio.

Company: 1,500 troops, or two Platoons. Commanded by a Pilus.

Platoon: 750 troops, or fifteen Sections. Commanded by a Lieutenant.

Section: 50 troops, or ten Squads. Commanded by a Sergeant.

Squad: 5 troops. Commanded by a Squad Leader.

Despite all this, the Empire generally prefers to influence wars and such from the background, using their strong economical and production influence to lend considerable aid to the side of their choice. To further this end, the Empire has agents in every nation. Their positioning,numbers, and usefulness varies considerably from nation to nation, but they are there nonetheless.

Navy: The Empire keeps a decent amount of merchant vessels in active service, with a small amount of actual military vessels, but must rely on allies for true naval warfare. With it's alliance to the Kaiserreich, the Empire has slowly begun to build it's military navy. Currently, it has a military fleet of 130 ships. 30 Battleships, 20 Destroyers, 20 Scout cruisers, 30 Torpedo Boats, and 30 Armored Cruisers. More are being produced.

Air Force: The Empire is one of the nations at the head of the air race, having the largest aerial fleet of all of the world. As a nation founded on the wings of dragons, it knows all to well the power controlling the skies can bring it. It is constantly seeking new designs from allies and neighbors, to further refine and increase its fleet.

Currently, the Imperial Dragons boasts an air force of 700 planes (300 bombers and 400 planes) and 150 airships, with more in production.

Rolls:

Roll ID: 309720899051847690
18 - Territory - Your nation is magnificently sized, a premiere empire of the day. There is plenty of land to go around.
14 - Tech - Your nation is decently modern, with an effective grasp of technology. It is by no means a trend setter, but it stays up.
12 - Army Size - Your army is decently sized, and is maintained year-round.
18 - Economy - Your economy is well-off, and a majority of what needs to be funded is.
20 - Production - Your nation is at the top of its class, and a large portion of the world’s goods are produced here.
10 - Navy Size - You have an okay navy, it is still largely merchant vessels however.
19 - Airforce Size - You have a decent amount of biplanes.
4 - Mobilization Ability - It takes the good part of a year to mobilize.

Other:

Imperial Leaders of Note

Rurn, The Dragon's Wisdom

The current Emperor, Jakon epitomizes wisdom and patience. He has been ruling for fifty years now, starting at the age of 18 when the last Emperess died.

Ur-Hakon, The Dragon's Wrath

Ur-hakon is the heir to the throne, chosen by the Dragon Gods in 1889 as he reclaimed territory for the Empire.

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National Relationships

The Kaiserreich: The Empire has a strong and close alliance with the Kaiserreich, each nation using it's strengths to cover the other's weaknesses.

The Sacred Kingdom: The Empire is on icy terms with the Kingdom. Only ten years ago did the Colonial War(also known as the Crusade of 1885 by the Sacred Kingdom) between them end, and the Kingdom still holds onto territory the Empire sees as rightfully its. Things have not gone so far as to completely cut off the selling of Imperial goods, however.

The Confederate States of Cantor: The Empire and the CSC have a trade agreement, and are on amicable terms with one another.

The Technocracy: The Empire has a strong alliance with the Technocracy. In return for the latest designs of the Technocracy and allowing select Imperial Engineers to study with Tezzar Inventors, the Technocracy gets Imperial imports at a low price and Imperial aid in making the international railway. There is a general agreement of military aid.

The Princely States: In return for raw materials at a very cheap price, the Empire is helping the Princes with their airforce, and selling them finished products.

The Democratic States: TBD

The Enlightened Realm: The Realm of Etresna and the Empire have a strong alliance. The Empire recognizes the Etresnakiten professional military as far more elite than Imperial regular troops, that the Etresnakiten sit upon a massive stockpile of natural resources, and their craftsman are of the highest quality. In return for helping the Etresnan's modernize and supplying them with artillery (and training them in it), the Realm has been training Imperial troops to the professional level, resulting in the creation of the Legionaries.

In an attempt to bring the Etresnakiten engineers in line with the rest of the world technologically, the Empire has brought some of them to it's own Engineer Corp, trying to help convince the rest of the nobility that it is time to focus on Engineering and Technology rather than psychology, medicine, and the arts.