NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Hello all. I just recently created the Disputed Territories of Emerald Winter (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=136886&highlight=), a nation that has, by it's history, been in a state of Civil War for the past 200 years. Y'all can always get more information by clicking on the link I just provided you with. What this here will be is both a self-given test of my writing abilities, and an attempt to entertain the lot of y'all. If I succeed in giving you a good read, I'll have passed this test. I'm going to be writing a series of IC letters in this thread. The letters are written by Corporal Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles. Corporal Aviram is a Half-Elf, and a member of the 'Reds' the group that seeks equality for all people in Emerald Winter, and also seeks the total collapse of the old Monarchy. The Reds are NOT Communists. They are called 'Reds' because they wear red coats. The letters he writes will be to people back in his home-town of Omkewauro, to friends in other units, and to a few others. The first IC letter will be finished soon, and posted.

OOC: OK. Here's the first letter. It's short, terribly sorry, but I'm not all that perky right now.

IC:

Dear Mother.

I'm writing to you now from under a blanket propped up by sticks in a muddy slit-trench on the outskirts of a town called Neesaclac. This town is held by Elf Loyalists, and we've been assigned to help wrest it from their controll. We were told by Colonel Sharpe, our Commanding Officer, that it would take us not one day longer than a month to get here, but the truth is that it took us two months, and 3 days. I can't really blame the Colonel for that. It rained badly all the time we marched, and the resulting muck slowed us a great deal. God, to be with the Cavalry would be nice. In any case, we're here now, and it's still raining all the time. I'm starting to doubt it will ever stop. Just yesterday the Loyalists let us feel their presence when they gave us a light shelling with some small-caliber Artillery. A couple of my friends were killed when their section of trench collapsed in on them. I would continue to write, but I can hear Lieutenant Joshua Tobin(My Platoon's Commander), and Sergeant Murphy Leofric(My Platoon's Sergeant) coming down the line, and telling us all to get our gear ready. From the looks on their faces I can tell it's not marching orders. We're going to be fighting soon. I'll write again when next I can.

Yours.
Corporal Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

OOC: Could somebody comment? Tell me what they think?

IC:

Dear Mother.

I apologize for not writing sooner, and I know it's been 6 months since my last letter. There's been trouble, and I've had no time to write. We fought the Loyalists in Neesaclac, as ordered, and their resistance was much harsher than we'd been expecting. We've thus far advanced to the Central Quarter of the town and are within easy sight of the local Church. That's our goal for now, because it could provide an excellent scouting position for us to use against the Loyalists. Unfortunatley, there's a large, open area all around the Church that seperates it from the other buildings of Neesaclac. So far all who have attempted to cross this gap have died. Sergeant Leofric was one of the first to die in attempting what is now called Bloody Gap. I rushed out in an attempt to save him when I saw him fall from Loyalist Snipers, rallying some others with me as I ran. We pulled him back, but he died of his wounds. When I got back with the survivors from my group, Lieutenant Tobin remarked I might make a good replacement, and that he would check with the Company Captain. I thought he was joking, untill he came to me just yesterday while I was settling down for a meal, and presented me with the actuall insignia of a Sergeant, and formally congratulated me on my promotion. I must say it is interesting being a Platoon Sergeant. I now spend most of my spare time tramping around behind the Lieutenant, helping him with various tasks. The rest of the soldiers in the Platoon have taken to the idea of my new position well, and most of them are already no longer calling me by my name. The men under me mostly refer to me only as 'Sarge'. Having apparently been deemed worthy of this old title, I am expected by those in my Platoon to know everything. If they don't know when the next supply shipment is due, I may be sure that one of them will come forward when we have all settled in for the night and ask me "Hey, Sarge. When're we gonna' be re-supplied?" It is the same for just about everything else. I do hope I'm not promoted again. This can get annoying from time to time. How I manage, I don't know. I should just be glad I'm not an Officer, thank God. That's all for now. I'll write more later.

Yours.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

OOC: I'm going to keep writing even if noone says anything, but I'd appreciate some input. Anybody?

It's pretty good...

I'll keep reading it.

This is good. Interesting point of view. Never seen that before on the forums. Keep it up, and we will read.

Quite enjoyable. Please continue. I'll critique when I see a bit more where this is going.

HERE HERE ~Raises a mug of beer~ keep it up its very good reading

I must admit I was a bit skeptical, but I've really enjoyed the two you've posted so far.

Keep 'em coming!

Wow.......Now this is a Point-of-View in which many have never been able to imagine in an RP, however even as it has been done at some point, it is VERY rare, and I congradulate you on how.....amazingly realiztic these letters are! Keep'em up, were watchin! :D

OOC: Wow. Thanks for the comments so far, here's another shorty. I'm time-strapped right now, but I'll manage.

IC:

Dear Father.

I'm writing to you this time instead of Mother, because I have some mildly disturbing news, and I'd like it if she didn't hear about it untill I get home. The news is this: I've been wounded. It's nothing serious really, just a bullet in the arm. I'll be back out in the field in a few days, or so the Surgeon tells me. The reason I speak of it so easily is because it was my own dumb error that got me shot, and by a member of my own unit to boot. We have these odd little contraptions that make a sqawking noise like some kind of small bird, and we're supposed to use them to identify ourselves to our fellow soldiers on patrolls. 1 squawk is a call-out, 2 is the correct call-back, and 3 is to warn people to stay away for some reason or another. I was leading a patroll in from the field when I heard someone ahead of us. I heard the call-out, and moved to issue the proper call-back, but I'd mis-placed my squawker. We took fire allmost immediatley, and I was struck in the arm. The guards moved in to capture what they thought was an enemy raiding-party. We were taken back to the camp, where we were recognized allmost at once, and set free(Thank God). I never did find that stupid squawker, and so I was issued a new one. Remember. Don't tell Mother about this.

With repsect.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

Wow! this is great stuff, it RP from a whole new, untouched perpective! Keep 'em coming :D

TAG! :wink:

OOC: I'm not going by a totally solid plot here, just so you all know. I've left myself room to maneuver around with things. Next installment coming soon.

IC:

Dear Parents.

We've decided on a change of tactics in our fight for controll of the town of Neesaclac. We're going to take everything around the Church, and the open space known as Bloody Gap, but leave those areas alone. After the rest of the town is ours we will starve out those who hide in the Church behind the protection of Bloody Gap. My Platoon will be moving out through the Loyalist-held section of the town soon, and I'm going to be able to write very little for the next while. This next week could be very dangerous, but the fighting should take no longer than that. **(SCRATCHED OUT)** I can hear a whistling noise now. Artillery most likely. Not ours. Hope I get to send this to you.

With respect.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

Man, this is so excellent I feel like jumpin in, but ain't! :D

Keep it up, dude, we like man, we like. :wink:

Anywho, just to inform you, the type of RP View your doing now doesn't require a solid plot, as letters contain many things and can change subject abrubtly. :)

Good point.

Another note. It may be a bit more interesting to have certain areas censored, such as the military does in letters soldiers send home to keep certain info and such from violating OpSec.

Wow I am loving this story. I never would have thought to write a story about my nation. It gives me a good idea though but I can't do it because it would be copying.
You should get some gore into the story, that is what I like. If you need some gore pointers I will help you out. Keep them comming though I want to know what happens next... :twisted:

Wow I am loving this story. I never would have thought to write a story about my nation. It gives me a good idea though but I can't do it because it would be copying.
You should get some gore into the story, that is what I like. If you need some gore pointers I will help you out. Keep them comming though I want to know what happens next... :twisted:

OOC: Alright. Use a Telegram to send me some pointers then. I'll see if that works out with what I'm trying for.

Sakkra: Good idea.

All: Next installment due soon.

IC:

To my Good Friend, Father Tristan.

Greetings to you Father Tristan. How are things in the old Church back home? I was just writing to let you know I haven't forgotten about you, nor have I given up the Faith, despite how tempting it can be sometimes. I'd like to ask a favor of you. I request that you please let everyone back home know I'm doing well on the first Sunday when you have time after recieving this letter. Will you please do that for me? Many thanks if you do. Also, please let Viola know I miss her, and tell her that I'll marry her when I return, just like I promised her I would. Do you still have Old Man Julyan working for you at the Church, or has he left for some other town yet? I swear he thinks the Recruiters are after him all the time. He's much to old, and he drinks to much for the Army's liking. We all used to tell him that sort of thing all the time, but he wouldn't listen. Anyhow, I'll try to write more, but things are just so unpredictable in these parts, it's maddening. Good-bye for now.

With respect.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

OOC: Next installment due soon.

I can't wait!

IC:

To Captain Loren Ashby.

Hello Loren, it's been awhile since you heard from me, hasn't it? I'm writing to you because, to be frank, I know of noone else who could reallu understand what I'm going to say here in this letter. I've seen a particularly bad moment of combat, and I've got to get it off of my chest quickly, or I'll be the death of me, and the rest of this Platoon. You may not have heard, but I've been a Platoon Sergeant for a month or two now, and as a result I spend most of my spare time with Platoon Lieutenant Tobin. As a result of our common close proximity we began to get to know one another better, and you might even say we became friends. Well, count Lieutenant Tobin up as one more friend I've lost I guess. He died just yesterday, very nasty moment. We were mucking about through one of the streets of Nessaclac, a town we've been fighting in for some time, when the Loyalists apparently moved in some Field Artillery, and began shelling the general area. Lieutenant Tobin and myself, being the two most responsible for the Platoon, began to guide the soldiers through it as best we could. I held the rear to catch stragglers, and Lieutenant Tobin led them up ahead. I can still remember how loud it was when the lads up front took a direct hit. It was a deafening roar. Debris was all over, and a red mist had settled everywhere. I thought it brick-dust at first, and only later learned what it really was: Blood. The blood of 14 of our soldiers, the Lieutenant among them, was spread out over a large area like so much paint-crumbs. After some searching I found what I'm certain was his ring-finger. I know it must be because I'd know his Wedding Ring anyplace. I've had the Wedding Ring mailed back to his Wife, and I've been told I'll be leading the Platoon untill Lieutenant Tobin can be replaced. When I heard that news, oh how I wept. I must have wept more in the first hour after being told to take over untill he was replaced than I've ever wept any other time over the past year. I'd like to write something else, lighten the mood, but I'm needed elsewhere. Thanks for reading this Loren. I'll wright again.


With respect.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

OOC: Just so you all know. At the end of this RP, after all the letters, there will be a SINLGE non-letter IC post.

Wow! This is untouched stuff, and its amazing keep em coming dude!

IC:

Dear Father.

Hello again Father, sorry I'm un-able to write regularly. I've so much to do, that's how war is. Have you ever heard the saying "War is hours of boredom, mixed in with moments of sheer terror"? Whoever said that, whoever at all, had absolutley no idea what he was speaking of at the time he said it. War is anything but boring. Ugly, tiresome, and any number of other things, but never truly boring. War is always exciting, just not always in a good way. They're going to pull us out of Neesaclac and replaced us with the 13th Sackabago Vollunteer Rifles if we can't take the town ourselves by next week. I voiced the opinion to Major Clammer, one of the higher Officers in our unit, that the 13th shouldn't be used to replace us, but to re-inforce us at once. I told him if we combine our efforts with the 13th, we can take Neesaclac quickly. He gave me a sour look, and I believe he must have been surprised that I, a Platoon Sergeant, was voicing such opinions. He did say he'd take my concerns to the Colonel. I doubt I'll ever hear of it again, as the Officers usually seem to do what they will, with no regards for the opinions of the soldiers.

Yours.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

I love it! The letter to the captian was amazing. Thank you for working with my idea but you did it so much better than I ever would have expected. I can't wait to read more.

OOC: Thanks for the praise, I'm still feeling my way through this, and I'm not totally sure of myself.

IC:

Dear Viola.

Words cannot express how much I miss you. However, as words are all I have now, I'll have to try my best. I miss being able to sit with you on your Father's porch-swing doing nothing but talk about life, and how things will be when we're finally married. I miss the smell of freshly-cut grass, and flowers during Spring. I miss that innocent expression that always seems to be on your face, no matter how things are in the world around you. I miss Arlus, that little kitten of yours, though I imagine he's grown some since last I saw him. I miss just about everything to do with home. Don't you worry though, I'll be home soon, and then we can settle down. Once this blasted war is over, I'm leaving the Army so fast their heads will spin. Untill I get back, just remember that I love you.

With my greatest love.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

Excellent! I like and still like! Keep'em up!

What's going to happen next?!

IC:

Dear Parents.

I just recieved word that we're being pulled out of Neesaclac, and we're to be replaced by the 13th Sackabago Vollunteer Rifles. I suppose there's some sense in this, as we're only at ***(NUMBER REMOVED BY ORDER OF COLONEL ALEK SHARPE)*** of our normal strength, and the 13th is at full strength. We don't know where we're going to be sent for now, but I hope it's someplace for some rest. There's still no word on who will be the new Lieutenant for my Platoon, but I'll just keep things going untill our new leader comes up. We're going to be leaving within a few hours, and the 13th is already showing up now. I have to go, things need preparing. I'll write again soon.

Yours.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

I get so excited everytime I see a new post in this thread. :D

I get so excited everytime I see a new post in this thread. :D

OOC: Thank you. I'm already writing the next letter.

IC:

Dear Parents.

I have just been given an extra, un-written duty. As well as being the Platoon Sergeant, I'm now tasked with making sure our new Platoon Lieutenant doesn't kill himself. Lieutenant Tobin had had plenty of prior experience when I became Platoon Sergeant, so I got along well with him. Second Lieutenant Daren Otieno is, simply put, an imbecile. He has more green on him than a Evergreen. He only just got out of training, and only got an Officer's Commision because his Father is a very rich supporter of the Reds. He came waltzing in to our Platoon's section of the camp last night like he owned the place, and started trying to push everyone around. He singled me out especially, probably because I'm the leader of the Platoon next to him, and he wants to establish himself as some big tough guy. I'm sick of him already. He's an idiot, he won't take responsibility for his errors, and he just gets on my nerves. I'll write more later, but we'll be marching for a while.

Yours.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

OOC: Next installment coming up soon.

OCC: I am fully enjoying these. Keep up the goodwork.

OCC: I am fully enjoying these. Keep up the goodwork.

OOC: Thanks. I plan to do just that.

IC:

Dear Parents.

Well, it's official. Our new Platoon Lieutenant is, indeed, an imbecile. I know I'm not the only one who thinks so, because Captain Osamu(Our Company Captain) has started requiring me to accompany the Lieutenant to all the briefings he holds for the Company's Officers. When I approached the Captain alone after a meeting and informed him it was somewhat pointless for both of us to show up for the briefings, he said "You're right. In the future, leave Lieutenant Otieno behind" Harsh, isn't he? In any case, we'll be getting new orders on exactly where to go today, and I'm hoping we get to rest. There's talk that we might be meeting up with the 694th Hawkganton Field Hospital for some R&R, and to take care of any major wounds our own Medics can't handle under current conditions. There's also some rumors going around that Loyalist forces may be hiding along our marching-route. Specifically, they think we might run smack in to the Loyalist 69th Shebqua Claire Machine Gunners. The 69th is said to be smaller than us by a lot, but they'd be equipped with more medium weapons that us as we're a Rifle unit, and they're a dedicated Machine Gun unit. Despite the danger, try not to worry about me, and I'll try to write again soon.

Yours.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

OOC: To anyone who reads this. Feel free to Telegram me with suggestions, ideas, and private comments.

OOC: New installment should be posted in a few hours at most. I gotta' write this stuff as I think of it, or I lose ideas.

IC:

Dear Parents.

It was slaughter, in my opinion anyhow. We were marching down a road surrounded by fields of short grass on both sides, with bales of hay scattered all over. The road was wide, and we were marching in 3 long collumns all side-by-side. The area we were in was a good distance from where we'd expected to run against any Loyalists, but they were there. The remnants of the Loyalist unit known as the 69th Shebqua Claire Machine Gunners to be precise. They positioned a number of their Machine Guns on either side of the road, behind the bales of hay. As we marched by, they opened fire. Each Machine Gun crew rolling the hay bale they hid behind aside just prior to letting loose a deadly hail of bullets. How we managed not to notice them all is beyond me, I'm just glad a good number of us survived. After their first salvo we split in two groups, and then we rushed them. Colonel sharpe was unable to command as he fell in the initial moments of the fight. One group was led by Major Clammer, and the other by Major Dussault. We suffered many losses, even though we managed to route the enemy, and inflicted heavy losses in return. In my Platoon alone we lost our Lieutenant, and 20 others. We're now going to march on a different route to try to reach the 694th Hawkganton Field Hospital, the unit I mentioned in my last letter, for some medical aid. Don't worry for me, as I am not injured. I must go for now, but I'll write more as soon as I can.

Yours.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

IC:

Dear Parents.

We've finally made a rendevous with the 694th, and we are trying to re-organize our unit after the somewhat heavy losses we suffered against the Loyalist Machine Gunners. We don't know what happened to them after the single day of fighting we had with them, but it's assumed their survivors are trying to make it to Loyalist lines. In any case, I don't care one whit so long as they don't bother us again. Some promotions are being handed out, and sections of the 222nd are being re-structured to make up for losses, as I said before. I have nothing else to write about at the moment, but I may find something else soon. Take care of yourselves, and try not to worry about me.

Yours.
Sergeant Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

OOC: Next installment allmost finished.

Cool stuff, keep it goin.

IC:

Dear Parents, and Viola.

I'm now convinced the High Command hates me. I'm convinced of this by multiple factors. The first is our new Commanding Officer, Colonel Shaun Aristides. He hates us all, and I think he sees us as an un-trained rabble, not worth his time. The second is the Lieutenant coming in to command my Platoon, Lieutenant Fintan Tycho, who is an absolute twit. The last thing is rumors that I might soon be offered an Officer's Commision. I'm not sure what I'll do if I am offered one, as you never know which rank they want to put you at to start with. Usually they start you at the bottom, Second Lieutenant, but sometimes they start you higher. I'll just have to wait. Untill then, remember not to worry about me.

Yours.
Sergeant(Hoping to stay that way!) Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

Dear Parents, and Viola.

It's official, and I'm now CERTAIN the High Command hates me. Why, I don't know. They've offered me an Officer's Commision, and I'm getting some serious pressure to accept it. They won't even tell me what rank they'll boost me to unless I accept it, so I'm in the dark and not liking it very much at all. I can't determine whether or not I should take it. I don't know why they chose me at all. Fare-well for now.

Yours.
Sergeant(Hoping to stay that way!) Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

Very Very Interesting... and I think that this was a Tag... yep certainly a Tag... keep it up!

Well, I'm going to TAG this one too, as I really want to keep reading what will happen, and to congratulate you for such good ideas again.

OOC: Sorry for making all of y'all wait.

IC:

Dear Parents, and Viola.

I made my decision two days ago, and accepted the Officer's Commision I'd been asked to take. I immediatley wished I hadn't. When I told the Colonel I was accepting it, he gave me some papers to sign, then had them sent off somewhere by a messenger. After that he pulled out a box, took off my Sergeant's insignia, and put some new ones on my uniform shoulders. I hadn't looked at them this whole time, so he directed me to a small mirror in his tent to take a look at myself. I did, and saw the insignia of a Captain. I don't see any wisdom in this decision, but it's not my place to argue, so I just thanked him, and left. Luckily for me I've been assigned to my old Company. This is for the simple reason that Captain Osamu is now Major Osamu, and has replaced Major Clammer for some reason. That's not the worst of the news: As my Company is among the first in the 222nd to be back at full strength of supply, we're going to be out on patrolling duty for a while. I'll have to learn as I go, and I'll just do my best. I'll write when I can.

Yours.
Captain Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

OOC: Next installment allmost done.

IC:

Dear Mother.

Do you remember the letter I sent you a time ago in which I said it would be nice to be in the Cavalry, because they have horses to ride? I can't complain that I don't have a horse anymore. As a Captain, I am one of only 8 people of that rank in the 222nd. I am therefore part of the Captain's Council, in which all of us Captains get together, and present the latest information to the Colonel, and his two Majors that ride with him all of the time. This responsibility makes me part of the Regimental Command Staff, and it is considered entirely improper for a member of a Regimental Command Staff to be without a horse. Another change is that my tent is now much larger than those used by my Company. This is because it must hold a few extra things, and must be able to accomodate a small cluster of people standing about, and talking. Despite these perks, field life is still a pain. I'll need to be going now, but I'll write more soon.

Yours.
Captain Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

((Taggishness.))

IC:

Dear Parents.

We're finally going on the move again, and we're just now finishing up our preparations to leave the 694th Hawkganton Field Hospital. We'll be heading somewhere in to combat, that much is certain, but nothing beyond that. I'm going to be on the march for a while, and I'm sorry this couldn't be longer. Take care, and try not to worry about me.

Yours.
Captain Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

still great stuff - keep it goin EW!

IC:

Dear Parents.

I'm writing to you this time from the saddle of my horse, and I'm just glad I'm not moving yet. We're getting through the final preparations for movement, and my Company is going to be out in the most forward guard position of the whole formation for the first several miles. I'm told this is the Colonel's way of testing me, to see if it was smart to promote me at all. If my Company is attacked I'll be acting alone for something like 5 minutes, which could easily determine my skill if a determined Loyalist attack is made. I must go, so take care for now.

Yours.
Captain Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

It seems like you are writing too many letters. I like them but if you write a big letter after a few things happen instead of writing when one thing happeneds. I don't think that he would have the time, now being captian, to write that many letters. Keep them going though I like them.

where did all of the stories go. I want to hear more. keep them comming!

OOC: Next one coming soon.

I can't wait any longer I need to know what is going to happen!

IC:

Dear Parents.

I apologize for not writing sooner, but I couldn't. The Colonel got the test he was looking for, and I seem to have passed it well enough. My single Company was hit while marching through a small village believed to be totally against the Loyalists. We were hit by a group of Loyalist Partisans who attacked from any roof, wall, or other hiding place they could get to. And the Loyalists call US dishonorable! There was only an under-sized Platoon's worth of them by my reckoning, so I managed to re-group after about 6 minutes of fighting to crush them. The only other detail I'm allowed to tell you is that I managed to end the fight with minimal casualties on our side. The fate of the prisoners is unknown to me, though I have a fair idea. I've been ordered to move my Company back to the main formation, so we can be replaced by another group of soldiers. Thank God Allmighty, I was getting tired of being out in front of all the rest. I think something big is coming, so I'll try to keep you informed.

Yours.
Captain Jónas Nathaniel Aviram of the 222nd Omkewauro Vollunteer Rifles.

pretty good- though i would be more into detail and less "factual" in the tone.

OOC: Who thinks I should write some letters to Jónas, from other people?

That would be cool, I think. You should write a letter from someone who needs the aid of your platoon. Oooh that would be cool. Write about a bloody battle and they need your help because they face a lot of casualties. How does that sound?

I've just found the perfect ending to work for. I'll make a new letter soon.

I've just found the perfect ending to work for. I'll make a new letter soon.

One of the downsides of making such a good thread EW, is that people want you to continue it! So hurry up! :wink:

I just wanted to say that I have just found this thread and have sat and read the entire thing. Very nice work, and I look forward to the next installment. I also think that letters from home would be a very nice touch.

OOC: Sorry that took me so long. I was doing some studying.

Dear Mr. And Mrs. Aviram.

I am writing to you with very sad news about your son, and I’m not quite sure how to say this. The enemy force near the village of Cartonia has apparently captured your son, Captain Jónas Nathaniel Aviram. His Company had been moved up forward again, and when the 222nd Regiment approached the village, he was ordered to immediately make a reconnaissance-in-force into the village itself. Loyalists hidden within the village then fiercely attacked his soldiers. The fighting took three days, and he was found to be among the missing when the fighting was done.

He is a good soldier, and we assume he is still alive. We have taken the village, and will look for him for a few days before moving on. I assure you, if he lives, we will find him. I wish I could give you more details on what happened, but I cannot.

With respect.
Colonel Shaun Aristides.

oh man! that was unexpected. I like.

Sweet! I like. Just read through the whole thing, and very nice. I thought you said it would end with a none-letter rp. If so, keep em comin!

Dear Mr. And Mrs. Aviram.

I regret to tell you that we must move on from looking for prisoners, as we have duties elsewhere. If your son is still alive, he will turn up. We are heading for the city of Zala to march prisoners taken there. He will find his way to us, or to you. Rest assured.

With respect.
Colonel Shaun Aristides.

After much quiet, private thought I've found a way to end this by tying in into an RP. Sorry I've been gone so long, people. I had to look at some options, and I hope people will read this now that it's back up.