Wampower

War Never Changes

Santa Fe, President of the Confederation and Governor of New Houston Robert Harris

@Andronicus23@Tiberius67
"The state of affairs in the Key Republic is quite alarming to me", said Barnaky, "Especially as it appears to have been instigated by the Cult....it's my understanding that Suttbray is a open worshiper of the Cult's so-called "God". That, of course, means I am at war with him already, whether he is aware of that or not. I think you should know that a faction in this Insurrection, the 'Southern Liberal Concordat', is currently attempting to open diplomatic channels with me." Barnaky turned and gestured at Martin, who handed him a document from his briefcase. He then turned back to President Harris and handed it to him (OOC it is the text of Sault's offer), then continued. "They are offering me access to New Orleans and the Gulf, as well as a trade agreement, in exchange for weapons and support."

Harris shivered briefly and imperceptibly as the implications set in, and then he cursed himself. Texan intelligence hadn’t acted quickly enough to fully inform him of the situation in the Gulf, it seemed. He had felt the strange power of the Cult at the conference in New Vegas, so to hear it’s influence was that weighty so close to Texas deeply concerned him. And then there was the Sault’s offer to the Midwest. As much as he sat across from Barnaky diplomatically, they were not allies by any means. The Midwest was an old enemy that was only growing in power. Their influence in Nawlins had to be curtailed.

"While these are long standing strategic goals of mine", Barnaky continued, "I don't consider them worth the price of helping the Cult tear apart the Key Republic. It has also occurred to me that accepting this offer would contribute to the disintegration of a member of the 'Co-Prosperity Sphere', which would rightly earn the enmity of the other Nations in that Pact, as well as neutral powers such as the NCR." He nodded at General Garcia then continued, "That again would only benefit the Cult."

The Co-Prosperity Sphere as it was, which was not much. With the sudden political chaos in the Keynesian lands, Texan ambassadors had been frustrated in getting anything from the Keys about their plan. Though he knew a meeting with Bartholomew was happening soon. If it wasn’t him who was there, it would be one of his subordinates. The Texan intervention had to be coordinated.

"As this communication reached me on my way here, I have not had the opportunity to consult with Caesar about this matter yet," Barnaky said, "But my assessment is this. The Cult cannot be allowed to conquer or destroy the Key Republic, or to divide us on this issue. If the Key Republic falls into their hands, it's a direct threat to both my people and yours. To that end, I believe that all parties involved should decide on a joint course of action to put down this Insurrection and excise Cult influence from the Key Republic while it can still be saved. To that end", Barnaky continued, "I am prepared to assist in this endeavor. We've been monitoring the situation and I have a small but powerful force upriver at Vicksburg that is in position to lend direct aid, there are also other ways we can assist....I'm sure His Serenity still has loyal subjects in New Orleans willing to fight for him if provided with arms and leadership. The Concordat wants to purchase weapons and ammunition...but the River south of Memphis is a dangerous place and in spite of the unceasing efforts of my Fleet piracy does still happen in the lower River from time to time.

"With that said", Barnaky said, "I want to make one thing perfectly clear. The only outcome of this Intervention acceptable to my Government is that the territory held by the rebels calling themselves the 'Southern Liberal Concordat' is returned to the jurisdiction of His Serenity as soon as practicable, once the rebellion is put down, of course."

Barnaky continued into his offer of support against the Keynesian rebels, framing the issue as one of a joint effort against the Cult and for the loyalists. His support of the Bartholomew’s government was curious, but he suspected the Midwest wanted to advance into the Gulf with informal trade, or was perhaps hoping for a stronger bargaining position once his stormtroopers were marching in the streets of Nawlins. “I concur with your goal of reestablishing the legitimate authority of His Serenity in Nawlins and his rebels. The Confederate Texan Army is preparing on the western border of the Concordat. As you probably know, Texan formal influence is already moderate in western Louisiana, with Texan settlements spreading along I-10 and spilling over from the nearby Houston. Motorized troops can reach Nawlins in only a few hours. And securing the sovereignty of the Most Serene Keynesian Republic is our paramount geopolitical interest. I have Texan Intelligence pursuing any leads of exploitable dissent in Nawlins while the army is mustering. Military aid would be appreciated in the coming battle.” He paused briefly, wetting the drawn flesh of his mouth’s interior. “As for this Cult’s influence in the war, you believe they are sending troops to this Suttbray? I remember him briefly from the prior Conference. If he is spreading the influence of the Cult in Florida, he should be stopped as well. I would like to hear your intelligence on the wider Cult and your war with it. We’ve received a spattering of refugees and conflicting reports from the north.”

"I would also like to request at this time, Mr President", Barnaky said, "Your aid in securing a audience between Brother Martin or I and His Serenity, to discuss how we might be of assistance to him in this dark hour, and the future of our relations as well. While we may disagree on several issues, many of which admittedly stem from the form of Government events forced me to Institute in my lands, there is no reason we cannot live in peace with each other."

“Yes, I believe The Free Confederation of Texan States and the Midwestern Brotherhood can ultimately cooperate in trade and dealing with these threats to the stability of America. I was also in the process of organizing a meeting with His Serenity, though it will probably fall to Governor Riviera to meet with you as my schedule is becoming full. Either of you could join, and we can discuss the means by which this will be carried out later. We should also try to establish a reliable means of coordination and communication, as we cannot afford to have a conference like this everytime we need to coordinate.”

“If it would please your eminences Caesar and Barnaky", Gladstone said, "Might I have permission to withdraw with your aides for deliberations over when and where the Western Brotherhood’s military forces will enter the fray against the cult?”

So the Brotherhood is united on the issue of fighting the Cult? He found that interesting. They must be a truly severe threat. Histories of the Brotherhood had been procured in the New Austin archives and they often showed the Brotherhood typically only mustered against existential threats to humanity. Though the Midwestern Brotherhood was certain proof of change, with their organization of a nation. Then Caesar spoke up as Barnaky sent away a representative to speak to Gladstone.

“I sympathize with the Ruler in the South who fights these cultists….I’ve not had the chance to speak with Bartholomew myself, but rumours of his reputation proceeds him. However, I am concerned with over-extension of our forces. More than 20,000 sons of mars are now deployed to the east with my finest commander at their head. And if the information coming back to us from the front is true, the Warmaster is on the move. The actions of the Cult in stirring up disorder in the Keys via this ‘Suttbray’ could very well be a ploy to draw more men away that could be sent against them. Blood that is needed east will be sent south, its an old tactic, but not without merit does a stratagem become such.”

“It seems the Cult has connections across Eastern America”, Harris mused. “They seem to spill over into any opportunity for increased influence like a mold finding food scraps.”

Lucius nodded then continued. “I agree that allowing the Cult and the rebels to tear apart the Keys, or any stable nation neutral to these affairs, is not desirable,” Lucius continued, “But our focus must be kept to the east. I am willing to send a small force to help intervene in these Southern troubles and aid his Serenity in securing his position, but we should not distract ourselves. If the Keys fall, it is unfortunate, but should we burn Pittsburgh to the ground...and if we can silence The Cult forever by sticking the head of their blind prophet on a stake and raising their ‘Monolith’ to rubble….then it is a trade worth making. That is our true objective, and I wish to ensure we do not lose sight of it. That would be all I have to say on the matter.”

Harris was silent for a moment, calculating the matter in his head. He was rapidly realizing that this Cult that had once been an ominous oddity was the existential threat to humanity the Brotherhood and Legion pegged it as. If the Legion was willing to cross half the country to fight the Cult, then what should Texas do? If they occupied Florida, it wouldn’t be long before the Cult became dangerously close to Texas. He had felt a twinge of what the Cult could do in New Vegas. What if they used their strange power on New Houston’s ghoul population? The city would burn. He had to do something. Though it wouldn’t earn him many friends back home, he would have to send a force to help. It might only be him who knew it for now, but facing this Cult would be a part of the legacy he left behind to Texas. “Your small force is welcome, Caesar.” He pronounced it as was proper in the Legion. “I would also like to send a small expeditionary force to aid in your efforts to the north. A detachment of Texas Rangers and elite infantry seem appropriate to me, but what is it the war effort is in most need of? Though I can only do so much now. Texas is sleeping right now and many in Congress and in the major cities would oppose sending a large force that far north.”

Bellum Numquam Mutat (B.N.M.)

Rough draft of my faction sheet. The numbers are definitely up for adjustment if need be!

The Provisional Southern California Republic

Name: Provisional Southern California Republic

Flag: (optional).

Population: (real world population of territory divided by twenty).

Territory: Much of Southern California, including the Boneyard, the Hub, Junktown, and Dayglow.

History: The Provisional Southern California Republic was consolidated in its present form by General Adam Moore, the younger brother of the late Colonel Moore. By all accounts, the bespectacled and slight man should never have reached the heights he has. But dire times make unlikely leaders, and the loss of many of the nation’s military leaders to the Mojave, including his older sister, gave him the tragic opportunity to excel.

Adam was a Lieutenant Colonel of the NCR Logistics Corps stationed in Camp McCarran. After much of the head brass died leading from the front at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam and the battle was lost, chaos erupted as the power vacuum in the NCR military leadership opened up. The Legion wanted to quickly seize the Mojave before the NCR could rally, so there was no rest after their victory at Hoover Dam. Adam became instrumental in organizing a fighting retreat across the Mojave from Camp McCarran to the Long 15. Despite news arriving of his sister’s death in the middle of the process, his authoritative grip over the organization of the retreat never slackened. He was heavily merited for his “determined organizational skills in the face of immense pressure and loss”. It was odd for a logistics colonel to gain a reputation amongst the brass and the rank and file, but his careful meeting of the soldiers’ needs and a bit of politically conscious self name dropping secured the base of his later rise to power. The men spoke fondly of their “little administrator” and “four eyed angel” that kept them fed and lifted them from the Mojave. The true test began after the nuking of Long 15 annihilated another score of troopers, officers, and critical supplies. Adam survived, but broke an arm and some ribs from falling after the shock wave knocked his command center down. Nevertheless, the now ambiguously ranked younger Moore became even more essential to the operation. He initially stuck to solving supply issues and continuing the retreat across the now blasted Long 15, but his organization of search and rescue efforts won him the command, loyalty, and admiration of many lower ranking officers and soldiers. To the woe of the surviving brass separated from his section of the army, the colonel was rapidly becoming a General.

Adam was ultimately able to get much of the part of the NCR Army that fell under his command out of the the Long 15. Being the logistics wizard he was, Adam was then able to keep munitions and rations sufficient enough to keep the men combat effective despite the state of general chaos unfolding on the NCR’s eastern boundaries. His men fought another fighting retreat to Shady Sands as the Legion began catching up and Adam’s army ultimately helped to blunt the Legion’s knife towards Shady Sands. For his actions, he was hastily promoted to Major General and whisked off to the south to defend Southern California. The Legion was getting bold and attempting to cross the Colorado in multiple places. Congress was also paranoid of keeping rising stars like him in Shady Sands despite his support for them. His army of veterans went south and aided the local forces in repelling the Legion there. He would spend the next years fighting the Legion and consolidating his power in Southern California. The capital of his power is the Boneyard. One of Congress’ last acts was to make Adam Moore a full General, recognizing his personal loyalty to democracy despite his reformist bend and the dictatorial realities of the situation. The Boneyard, the Hub, Dayglow and Junktown all breathe a little easier knowing their ruler is a mostly benevolent one who seeks to restore the Republic, but the “little administrator” is still challenged at every turn. Assuming authority over the most populated area of the NCR has been a trial, and his control is tenuous at best. Adam has experimented with local elections for somewhat consequential positions and used his skills with logistics to attempt to cow the bureaucracy, but has faced mixed results. Still, the Provisional Southern California Republic has used its base of Mojave veterans and large recruiting pool to build a competent and professional army. Through Adam’s leadership, the provisional republic has become a pillar of NCR resistance the Legion and is well posed to restore the Republic.

Government:

Notable People: General Adam Moore
The Moore family was of humble beginnings. The father Thomas Moore was a special agent for the NCR, but died when his family was young. The widowed Joan Moore supported Cassandra and Adam by selling liquor and securing a pension from her late husband’s superiors. Adam and his sister got along well as children, with Cassandra always being there to defend her shy little brother from bullies. Cassandra’s tomboyish and abrasive personality often left her with only her little brother for company anyways. Feeling the pull of her father’s footsteps and a desire to help her family, Cassandra would later leave them to join the military at sixteen. This decision sent her mother into depressive episodes, but once the checks started arriving she began to come to terms with her daughter’s career. The 13 year old Adam who had relied on his sister took it with mixed feelings. He would miss her, but he knew that she was doing right. The experience taught him the independence and perseverance he would use to finish school with top scores. With monetary help from his sister, he decided to enroll in the military academy when he was older. He hoped to lead a combat brigade in the future, but one look at his skinny physique and bookish excellence sent him to the Logistics Corps in the Mojave.

Economy:

Culture:

Religion:

Technology:

Military:
~5,000 regular rank and file NCR troopers recruited from the local area. They are trained well since hostilities with the Legion have slowed. They can also act as military police and often do.

~1,500 Mojave and Shady Sands veterans. These men have braved the Mojave and a new nuclear wasteland across the Long 15. They’re some of the best and fiercely loyal to Adam Moore.

~300 Heavy Troopers equipped with primarily salvaged power armor, but they also have scoured the NCR for some proper suits to be worn by officers.

~100 Rangers.

Bellum Numquam Mutat (B.N.M.)

Reserving an NCR Generalissimo ruling in SoCal. Either around the Boneyard or Shady Sands. Or both if need be.

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

I didn't realize this had started! I'll see if I can still contribute

The All Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@POOHEAD189Well once this semester is dead, I'm up to try it out still even if we have to do a new interest thread of some kind.

The All Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Is this still going to be a thing eventually?

War Never Changes

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Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

@POOHEAD189Sall good! Looking forward to it.

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

The Dwarf Camp: Drirga and Zarbremm

The drake cannon was nearly finished. Drirga had been laboring over the thing since the wee hours of the morning, and now it’s Drakewarden and Zarbremm were watching as it neared completion. The carcass of the mechanical beast had been dragged here by the Zungag twins weeks ago and as soon as she arrived the Irondrakes set her on it. She hooked a final fuel line into place, closed the panel, tightened the screws, and turned around.

“It’s ready,” she huffed, tired already from the work. She wiped the sweat off her brow with a rag. “The new gas lines weren’t cheap, but the cannon should ignite faster, burn harder, and shoot farther.”

The Drakewarden examined the cannon appreciatively, scratching his singed beard. He had years of experience with the machines, having immolated his way across the Old World to here. “Aye, it’ll do.” He said simply.

Drirga offered a fatigued grin to the Drakewarden and shook his hand. A group of Irondrakes that would eventually operate the cannon entered the improvised workshop. They had traded their gromril for linens, and they were ready to move the cannon to the armory.

Zarbremm beamed, feeling a swell of pride for his wife, as well as a measure of shame. Beyond helping the manual labor and camp guards, he had been mostly idle at camp waiting for the next foray into the depths of the Hold. Meanwhile, Drirga’s expertise with war machines had been sorely needed and she had been set to work almost immediately. He met eye contact with her briefly and smiled, congratulating her before taking up a position behind the cannon.

They pushed it out of the workshop carved into the side of the mountain. The old heights of the city and eight peaks rose around them as they heaved the machine across base camp to the armory. Lord Belegar Ironhammer had spared no expense in fortifying their courtyard with all manners of defense. What was once a camp now resembled a small town, bristling with steel and gun barrels. New columns of manling mercenaries, brave Dawi, and slayers arrived everyday.

They reached their destination quickly enough. They hauled it into place with the other cannons, panting with exhaustion. The Irondrakes thanked him for his help, but didn’t dally. They had their own duties. He was sure he’d be part of the shield wall protecting them anyways, despite his junior rank as an ironbreaker. He began to make his way back to his wife, but found himself next to one of many campfires, warming his bones and musing on the grudge that brought him here. His father had been a stern man, but his uncle had always come back from a ranging with funny stories and gifts. His fondest childhood memories always involved his visits. For some reason, his uncle came here and found himself drawn in and tied up in the struggle. The poor bastard got himself killed and now here he was. It was a noble quest, but one that seemed impossible.

Before he could continue, the sound he had been waiting for came. Three rings on the ancient Angrund bell, brought here by Belegar himself, rang throughout the camp. The next incursion into the deep would begin at dawn of the next day.

(OOC: Sorry for the wait. School has been a bitch. Hope I haven't dissuaded anyone.)

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

@KordianInteresting choices! Accepted