NationStates Jolt Archive

((OOC: This is a semi-closed RP. TG me if you want in. The time period is 1718, but it will eventually progress well into the 1800s. The Empires of England, Russia, Turkey, France etc. still stand as major players in world events. Each player starts out as a relatively small empire or kingdom (meaning an area no larger than mainland England), but may expand as they see fit, bearing in mind reasonably sized armies and populations. Colonization of the new world is well underway, and everything in the Caribbean and Southeast Asia is fair game, assuming you have the resources and technology. And so, with no further ado, I give you pure Imperialism.))

Great and boundless Generian steppe, where the golden wheat sways under the vast blue skies. Where the war horses thunder over the plains, carrying the mighty Generian Cossacks.

The great mounted warriors, united loosely under their Emperor, rule over this plain, dueling by day with the Turks, and raiding the Czar’s villages by night. Flames lick the moonlit nights, as constant war rages to maintain the small state. Generia’s capital lies on the western steppe, a seat for the more civilized citizenry, while her eastern expanses are covered with the loosely connected villages of the barbarian cavalry. Her Emperor is Nicholas I, a great and wise man, known for his successful unification of his people against Tatar aggression.

In the east, however, the people swear loyalty to one man, Ivan the Red, Atman of the Generian villages. He is a warrior born, a veteran of many wars and many raids against the Eatern interlopers.

OOC:Bout time you made this rp.

IC:

Antartica

50 Galleons arrive at the coast of Antartica near the Weddell Sea. Each ship hold supplies, 30 settlers and 20 soldiers with the finest muskets. These people are from Canada, United States and England. They disembark from the ships and explore the tundra. They find a mountain range that has many large caves. They decide to make their homes there. 3 years pass and the people have their settlement going. They have renamed the giant piece of ice Artica, instead of Antartica. They have found many wolfs on the country which they have tamed and use as hunting wolfs and such because the place is too cold to bring in dogs. They wore clothes made of furs of polar bears and other animals. But not wolfs, cause they are cool. :cool:

Sorry, but I really need some pointers. I've never done this type of RP before, and I know very little about the period.

Sorry, but I really need some pointers. I've never done this type of RP before, and I know very little about the period.

The tech is muskets, cannons and galleons and stuff like that. No modern tech stuff. For a war say like "My troops got into their positions. They were in 6 rows of 30 people each. They had their muskets loaded and were advancing on the enemy. 10 of them were taken out immeadiatly. The order was given and the men fired upon the enemy troops.

Post losses please"

Say something like that for wars.

OOC:I'm gonna post something later, I'm playing Doom 3 right now.

OOC:I'm gonna post something later, I'm playing Doom 3 right now.

Never played Doom 3 before, any good?

Ivan sat upon his horse, overlooking the vast plains that were his home. Across the horizon, smoke could be seen rising over the low ridges, marking the locations of several steppe villages. The smoke was not the thick black of burning homes, but a calm grey sort, peaceful in its appearance, marking the coming night.

Things were not well among his people. The Ottoman Turks raided villages near daily. They always met their match in the Generian horsemen, the finest in Europe, but the Turks were growing stronger, their advances deeper. Soon they might even attempt a full invasion. The protection of his people was foremost in his mind, and so tomorrow he would make the long journey to the capital, to make his request to Emnperor Nicholas.

The Cossacks did not like the Emperor, and although he allowed them near complete self government, they were still wary of him. The Emperor, in turn recognized the power of the steppe people, and sought to exploit their talents as horsemen. This was the reason that he had called for Ivan the Red, atman of his people. To announce his decision to conscript the steppe people to make up several cavalry divisions of the Imperial army. Ivan was unaware of this, however, and so it did not occupy his thoughts as he turned his horse, and started down the hill, and across the plain towards his village.

The warrior rode to the wooden gate that allowed entrance into his pallisade enclosed village. The guards recognized the flowing red mane of their leader, and granted him entrance. He rode towards the largest hut, his home and center of government. He dismounted, and walked into his home. Inside his wife waited, and twenty some of his men lounged about, eating, sharpening blades, and cleaning muskets and pistols. At his entrance the men looked up.

"Aye, Ivan! How are things on the steppe?" called one oft he men.

"Fine for now. I see you enjoy the fruits of my home while I am away?"

The company laughed harshly.

"I thought you would have learned to bolt your doors when you leave Ivan!"

Ivan grabbed some meat from where it sat upon the table, and greeted his wife. He then turned to face his men.

"We ride tonight against one of the Czar's villages. He grows bolder at the sight of the Turkish incursions, and is establishing new colonies all along the river. We can't have that can we!?"

Sounds of dissaproval resounded through the house.

"Fine. Then we ride now."

The men sprung from where they lounged, taking saber and firearm with them. Ivan bid goodbye to his wife, who watched him with pride. He opened his door, and, drawing his furs around him against the chill steppe winds, walked out into the center of his village. fifty othes had assembled on horseback outside of his home. He grinned widely and greeted the men, as he mounted his own horse. The other twenty who had been in his house, rounded the corner of a hut, accompanied by thirty others, sons and family members of the men. As the wind ripped through Ivan's long moustache, he reared his horse and let out the command to go forth. With that the horses thundered through the open gate into the darkening plains bound for the Donets river.

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In the year of 1718, King George was crowned over the Royal Imperial Monarchy of Grenval. The Kingdom, situated in present day Italy, with the northern border the Italian Alps, and everything else, the sea, was in a prime position for expansion in trade. King George had a special interest in the conquering of Greece, for the area was much like home, but closer to major trade parters in the Middle East, Turkey, and Russia. And so the order went out. Five thousand additional men were required for the Grenvali army. The population of the Grenvali Penninsula was just under two million men. The total population of persons was estimated at five million. With a standing army of ten thousand, a fifty percent increase was huge. And so, the men came, and they marched. Setting out on the first of March, the men followed the coastline, avoiding the mountains. For three monthes, they marched through the spring rains, reaching Greece only one week behind schedule. The army of fifteen thousand men, outfitted with the finest mountain steel and the muskets of the Royal Imperium, arrived on the first of June. Two thousand mounted on horseback, marched into the outlying villages of the Greeks. For two weeks, they pillaged and plundered, stealing gold and raping women. And then, they set off to Athens. Already there, were twelve ships sent from Grenval to aid the warriors as they laid seige to the great city. The men constucted encampments and surrounded the city. All traders were sent onto Grenval, or robbed and killed. And so, for two weeks the soldiers sat, waiting to see what Athens would bring.

On the coastline of Antartica, the city of Artica was founded. The Imperial Palace was constructed in the center of the city. At the newly made dock, 7 galleons and a totall of 100 musket men, set out to europe to open up trade with others.

The one hundred mounted warriors crested the ridge overlooking the Russian village. The lights shone from inside the neatly crafted houses. Ivan studied the architecture.

"Pretty enough, but won't do a damn thing to keep out the winds," he said to himself. A man rode up next to him, his face invisible in the darkness.

"I count twelve cannon, and around thirty, thirty-five men with muskets and pikes, all militia. They don't wear the uniforms of the Russian army. Then again, most of the Russian army does not wear the uniforms of the Russian army."

Ivan chuckled rawly in the cold air.

"Alright, you say twelve guns. Where are they?"

The man pointed his darkened finger to the locations of the artillery.

"Three along the unfinished wall, four on the half finished tower, two in the rear of the village, not protected by the wall, and the last three on that barge in the river waiting to be unloaded."

"Fine. Split the men into two groups, half with me, half with you. I will take my men around the back, coming in through the rear of the village. You take yours, and cut up along the river. Go in through the side. Try to capture the village leader alive."


"Of course." The man's teeth shone in the moonlight.

"Godspeed Juri."

The man rode off, splitting the party in two. His half thundered off towards the edge of the river. Ivan turned to his men, stern faced in the gloom. He nodded silently, and they were off across the plain.

In the village, a soldier sat sleeping against the wooden wall, his musket leaning casually across his lap. Another man kicked him.

"Do you hear that?" he said frantically.

"What?" said the other man sleepily. The thunder of hooves drifted over the plains into his ears. He sprang to his feet, clutching his musket in panic.

"Cossacks!" he said in fear.

"What are you waiting for!? Alert the village! Go, before they get here!"

The other sprinted up the steps of the partially completed watchtower. A bell tolled out across the village. Frightened villagers locked their doors, and extinguished their lights as the thunder grew louder.

Ivan's men had rounded the village, and stopped facing the exposed flank of the village. The men let out a cry, not as one, but in many dialects and forms. The warcry extinguished, and the night was silent again save for the tolling bell. Ivan kicked his horse into a charge, cutting out ahead of his men. The Generians followed him in the charge. As he flew towards the village, Ivan drew an ornate, curved saber from his waist thrusting it ahead of him.

The cannon fired, light and smoke accompanying the roar. The balls undershot, exploding before the charging horde. A second volley ensued, hitting its mark, sending three men and horses tumbling. The cannon never had time to fire a third, as Ivan's horse leapt the barrier standing before him and the guns. He drew a pistol, firing a shot into the throat of one of the gunners. He replaced the pistol in a sash about his waist, and raised his saber, lopping off the head of one of the others. As the rest of the Generians approached, the gunners turned to flee. One of the raiders lifted a musket to his shoulder as his horse continued to charge, firing into the back of one of the men.

The Russian soldiers assembled in the streets, fumbling desperately to squeeze of a volley at the charging Cossacks. As the warriors advanced, several of the Russians dropped their armaments and ran in the other direction. The remaining soldiers fired, the bullets ripping into several of the raiders, knocking them from their saddles. The horsemen crashed into the line, hacking left and right with sabers, and thrusting spears into the soldiers as they tried to run. The Russian defenders were in a rout, fleeing towards the gates, and the unfinished tower. Ivan led twelve men after them, the others fanning out, charging through the village streets, hacking or shooting anything in their path.

A Russian soldier looked back over his shoulder as he ran towards the wall, just in time to see the saber fly through the air to take his head. Ivan caught the man's head by the hair as it flew through the air, holding it aloft for all to see. The Russian soldiers hit the wall, trapped by the horsemen. The gunners on the tower tried to turn their guns around to fire into the Cossacks, but musket balls tore into them as the Cossacks fired. The remaining Russian soldiers along the wall were butchered by the Generians. One of the doomed soldiers thrust a pike in the air, and it pierced the chest of a horseman. The man sputtered, and fell over, the pike still protruding from his back. The Russian still bore a pleased look on his face, as a spear pierced the rear of his head, driving clean through his forehead.

The other warriors swept through the streets driving terrified citizens before them. They were joined by the second half of the army moving in from the riverside. Together they drove towards the village center. Juri dismounted in front of the building along with eight of his men. They entered the home oft he village leader. Inside, a militiaman fired a musket, the ball missing Juri, and hitting the shoulder of one of his men. Juri casually raised a pistol and blew the top of the man's head off. He walked to the rear of the structure, kicking in a door to reveal the leader oft he village cowering in fear. He dragged the man out in front of his men, and Ivan who had joined them.

"Here he is!"

The men cheered and called for his blood. Ivan responded to his bloodthirsty warriors.

"His head belongs to me, but his daughters and wife are yours for the taking, along with everything else in this village!"

The men cheered even more loudly, dismounting and rushing into the village leader's house. The others rode through the rest of the village, pillaging and raping as they went. So they deserved after a hard fought battle.

The remaining Cossacks left the village ablaze as they rode off with their prizes, both material and female. They were fourteen less than when they had started off. The bodies of the fallen and their horses, and equipment accompanied the raiders home that night.

The Galleons entered the medditeranian and unloaded near Russia. The 100 men all wearing their uniforms underneath their fur coats. Noticing that it was summer and that the medditeranian was hot, they took off their coats to reveal their red uniforms. The men got into 2 groups, one group with 30 men to guard the ships and the other with the remaining 70 men. The larger group got into marching formation and started towards the fire in the sky. The men marched quietly exept for the drummers. Night fell by the time they reached a burning village. A young captain by the name of Wiltshire, noticed many hoofprints in the dirt. He signal over the 2 other captains and they all agreed. The drummers then signaled the men back into formation and they began marching in the direction of the hoofprints.

The men came across a village walled by palisade.

"Order the men into attack positions" one of the captains shouted.

The 3 captains walked up to the gates of the city and called to the guards

"Were is your leader?"

OOC:Just to clerify, I'm at your village Generic Empire.

The men came across a village walled by palisade.

"Order the men into attack positions" one of the captains shouted.

The 3 captains walked up to the gates of the city and called to the guards

"Were is your leader?"

OOC:Just to clerify, I'm at your village Generic Empire.

((OOC: It would take a long time to get from Antarctica to Ukraine. You would have to reach cross the straights of Gibralter to the med sea, and then move into the Black sea, land in the Crimea, and move towards the steppe, but can I just assume your expedition left a few years earlier?))

The gates of the large steppe village swung open, and three mounted warriors approached the supposed leaders of the foreigners.

"Who are you, and why do you threaten this village?" asked one of the men in a dialect of Russian.

OOC:Ya they did leave a few years earlier, sorry for not clerifying that.

IC:

"I am Cpt. Wilson of the Imperial army of Artica. You must excuse us, we didn't know if you were hostile or not." he said in russian. He then turned to Cpt. Wiltshire, "Have the men stand at ease."

"Yes, sir" replied Wiltshire.

"We have made a long journy and could use a break from our military rations. May we come in? We can discuss things over supper."

"My name is Razin. I am hetman of this village, Vayischka. Our leader, Ivan has not returned from his nightly business, but you and your men are welcome to come inside to rest and eat. The leaders of your army are welcome to join me in Ivan's home for a meal. He should be returning shorty."

As Razin spoke to the Articans, the host of cossacks came thundering across the steppe, Ivan riding up and stopping before the foreigners.

"Who are these men?" he asked Razin as he observed the officers.

"They are foreigners. They say they come from Artica. Soldiers, I believe. They look for food and rest."

"Ah, in that case. Come, Articans!" bellowed Ivan. "You shall join me personally in my home, for a meal you won't soon forget!"

He and his men rode through the gates, displaying their trophies and showing the foreigners the way, as the curious villagers looked on.

OOC: I'm back, I'm almost to hell in Doom 3, its a great game. Its easily got the best graphics of any game out, and its pretty scary at first. The blood effects are really cool. I'd highly recomend this game to anyone thinking about buying it.

The Doom Citadel, Doomingsland

The empire was under the reign of Emporer Helldawg IV. He had recieved word from forward scouts that the continent of Europe was embroiled in imperialsm. He didn't want to be left out.

He stould at the balcony overlooking Doom Square. He adressed the dark army assembled before him-

"My brothers! You are assembled before me for one purpose: conquest! You are to set the continent of Europe ablaze, and retake our motherland, Rome. Board your mighty war vessles, brothers, and bring glory to the empire!"

The men responded with a tremendous roar, and marched out of the dark city and boarded 500 transports bound for Europe.

The army was 5000 strong, each man carrying a musket and a Doom Sword(biggass scimitar, basicly), and wore black uniforms.

Sultan Ahmed III and his Grand Vizier Baltaji Mahommed Pasha read the report of the Russian army getting readly for war.

Sultan Ahmed III said"soon they will fall to us."

occ-are we using the maps of Russia and Ottoman in the 1700s?

occ-are we using the maps of Russia and Ottoman in the 1700s?

((OOC: Yes. Also, i'm being pretty liberal with sticking to exact timelines, just for the sake of roleplay, so alot of events from the 1600s have been extended and pushed forward to this time period (such as the Turkish-Ukrainian conflicts and Tatar raids) so that it can cover as many interesting situations as possible.))

"Splended!" replied Cpt. Wilson, "My men can dine at your barracks and me and my officers will dine at your house."

The troops then headed for the barracks and the officers followed Ivan to his home.

Back at the galleons, the guards noticed several great vessels heading for Italy. They watched on curiously but did not respond or draw attention to themselfs.

Ivan dismounted in front of the large hut, along with several of his men. He entered to find a feast awaiting him, as was the custom after the raids. The warm air was in stark contrast to the chill steppe, and jovial sounds greeted his ears. He was met by one of his sons, and handed the boy his sword and robe. fifteen others had already gathered in the large house, around several long, wooden tables that had been set out for the occasion. Before the men was an enormous meal of yak, mutton, and pork. Beer flowed constantly from the large barrels set about the home.

"Welcome to my home. Sit and eat all you wish," Ivan said to the foreign soldiers. The other Cossacks had already joined the festivities.

"Natasha! We have guests. We will need more food!"

While the women went about procuring more fare for the hungry army, Ivan sat his guests among his men. They, like everyone else, were welcome in the home of a Generian.

Cpt. Wilson, over a large glass of beer, told Ivan the reason for there arrival.

"We have arrived to find trading partners. We have some maps for you so you know were to send your trade cogs. We already know were you are." hands Ivan a map. "On behalf of all my men, I thank you for this wonderful feast. Also, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, we have a long day ahead of us, could we take lodging in your village? And we would like to buy 7 of your horses for our officers, and 3 carts with horses to carry out more food and drink which we will also pay for." Wilson reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag of 100 gold pieces and sets it on the table.

Ivan drained his mug.

"Of course you will stay here tonight. Your soldiers will stay in the houses of my cossacks' families. Your officers will stay in my home. About your trade proposals, you will need to speak to Emperor Nicholas in the capital. I am headed there tomorrow morning to take care of business of my own. I would be honored if you would accompany me and my men."

As one of his daughters filled his mug again, Ivan picked up the bag of gold.

"Normally I would give you the horses, but for this you shall have the best. There is no better steed than a horse of the Generian steppe. your food and drink shall be free of charge. It is not honorable to begrudge a traveller of fare. Also, for you as a gift from my people, I offer you this as well."

Ivan got up, and removed an ornate cavalry saber from a rack. He presented the heavy blade to the Captain.

"Money cannot buy a finer sword than those forged by the Generian smiths."

Cpt. Wilson took the sword graciously, "We thank you. Also, we would love to take a trip to your capitol. For the horses, we would like some female ones also, we can take them back with us and bread them. It may be cold in our country but we can make stables and heat them so they feel like the medditeranean." He examind the blade, "Does it have a name? A blade such as this deserves to be known."

Sorry, but I'm still confused. Hopefully, the answers to these two questions will clear things up:

1)Will you end up fighting each other over new land?

2)Is this limited to (a) certain part(s) of the globe, or can we conquer pretty much anywhere we want?

Thanks! :)

Sorry, but I'm still confused. Hopefully, the answers to these two questions will clear things up:

1)Will you end up fighting each other over new land?

2)Is this limited to (a) certain part(s) of the globe, or can we conquer pretty much anywhere we want?

Thanks! :)

1) It is a possibility

2) It's all fair game, however I would like to try to have as many players located in Europe as possible. Colonies are very much a part of this, though.

Ya, I'm in Antartica, but you can be wherever, but as GE said, try to be in Europe.

1) It is a possibility

2) It's all fair game, however I would like to try to have as many players located in Europe as possible. Colonies are very much a part of this, though.

Thanks!

lol, you love ms. pacman :D

(Just how semi-closed is this RP? Sorry to interrupt.)

Cpt. Wilson took the sword graciously, "We thank you. Also, we would love to take a trip to your capitol. For the horses, we would like some female ones also, we can take them back with us and bread them. It may be cold in our country but we can make stables and heat them so they feel like the medditeranean." He examind the blade, "Does it have a name? A blade such as this deserves to be known."

"She is called 'Uma,' but come, enough business! My daughters wish to dance."

(Just how semi-closed is this RP? Sorry to interrupt.)

((OOC: TG invitation. Ask and you shall recieve.))

"Dance?" Wilson said surprised. "Well, let the festivities begin!" He said with a big smile on his face.

Sorry, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to post anything. I have a feeling I'll be really bad at this type of RP, and I don't want to screw this thread up. I'll probably just watch, unless I can think of an idea. Thanks for inviting me, though. :(

Sorry, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to post anything. I have a feeling I'll be really bad at this type of RP, and I don't want to screw this thread up. I'll probably just watch, unless I can think of an idea. Thanks for inviting me, though. :(

If you say so. Post whenever you feel like it though.

Sorry, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to post anything. I have a feeling I'll be really bad at this type of RP, and I don't want to screw this thread up. I'll probably just watch, unless I can think of an idea. Thanks for inviting me, though. :(

Come on, just post something.

((OOC: TG invitation. Ask and you shall recieve.))
Ah, well, in that case: May I join? Thanks.

Come on, just post something.

It's really just a character rp. You seemed to do fine in our gang warfare one. Just pick a place to start and go for it.

Ah, well, in that case: May I join? Thanks.

Welcome aboard.

ooc: Grenval can we work something out? I would like to have Sicily, and if possible the original land of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, which includes some of the southern part of the peninsula.

All right, you guys have to swear you won't laugh:


King Latimeria XIII paced restlessly before his throne, twirling his curly goatee around his index finger with his left hand, while continuously clenching his right hand into a fist, relaxing it, clenching, relaxing. He gazed vacantly at his crude map and felt his heart ache with envy.

"My Lord, I have never seen you looking so troubled," said Chives, his closest advisor. "If there is any way I may be of assistance..."

The King ignored him.

"Sire? What is you want?"

"I want power...power...and more POWER!!!" the King bellowed, scrunching up the map into a ball and throwing it across the room. "All I have is this little wretched Asian country we are in now, which my ancestors whisked away from the natives many centuries ago. The old days of glory are gone. Once a vast empire that spanned seven continents, we are now a miserable hovel in the tropics, with nothing worth mentioning save the palm trees, our people, and the native people."

"But s-"

"Enough! Nothing burns me more than to see these other nations strutting across the landscape of Europe, plundering resources and land at will, amassing fortunes and building empires, while right here we can barely fend off against these damned malaria outbreaks!"

"S-"

"Silence! If you interrupt me one more time, I shall have you hanged. Our Royal Navy has not engaged in combat for centuries...the swords of our warriors must be thirsty for fresh blood, as I am thirsty for more land and wealth to accumulate! Deploy the entire fleet to the Medditerranean (sp?) Sea at once. See to it that we take advantage of this situation in Europe and whisk away as much land as possible for ourselves! I will revive our empire at any cost, no matter what the cost may be in blood and dollars!"

bump

All right, you guys have to swear you won't laugh:


King Latimeria XIII paced restlessly before his throne, twirling his curly goatee around his index finger with his left hand, while continuously clenching his right hand into a fist, relaxing it, clenching, relaxing. He gazed vacantly at his crude map and felt his heart ache with envy.

"My Lord, I have never seen you looking so troubled," said Chives, his closest advisor. "If there is any way I may be of assistance..."

The King ignored him.

"Sire? What is you want?"

"I want power...power...and more POWER!!!" the King bellowed, scrunching up the map into a ball and throwing it across the room. "All I have is this little wretched Asian country we are in now, which my ancestors whisked away from the natives many centuries ago. The old days of glory are gone. Once a vast empire that spanned seven continents, we are now a miserable hovel in the tropics, with nothing worth mentioning save the palm trees, our people, and the native people."

"But s-"

"Enough! Nothing burns me more than to see these other nations strutting across the landscape of Europe, plundering resources and land at will, amassing fortunes and building empires, while right here we can barely fend off against these damned malaria outbreaks!"

"S-"

"Silence! If you interrupt me one more time, I shall have you hanged. Our Royal Navy has not engaged in combat for centuries...the swords of our warriors must be thirsty for fresh blood, as I am thirsty for more land and wealth to accumulate! Deploy the entire fleet to the Medditerranean (sp?) Sea at once. See to it that we take advantage of this situation in Europe and whisk away as much land as possible for ourselves! I will revive our empire at any cost, no matter what the cost may be in blood and dollars!"

Ahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Just joking, that was good. :cool:

((OOC: Good post. Interesting developments I see.))

Thanks.

(Thanks again. Now, circa 1718, muskets would be matchlock, right?)

Grand Duke August stood upon his balcony and looked at the city around him, the evening coming to life. Down the avenue below him, people were entering a large, elegant theater. Next to the playhouse, other were filing into a symphony hall. The clock tower of the universtiy looked down upon the surrounding buildings. The Duke turned to his advisor.
"Across the Continent, nations are sweeping to other lands and claming them as their own. Surely, we should spread the culture and splendor of the Grand Duchy to other lands?"
"Indeed, Sire. There are lands near here ripe for civilizing." replied Bronislaw the advisor.
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Very soon after, the Duke ordered the reform of the military. The Army of Poznon currently consists of 75,000 soldiers, 50,000 in the infantry, and 25,000 in the calvary divisions.

(I'm in RL Poland.)

So when the dancing starting? I got my 1$ bills ready ;) just joking lol :D

As the Generians finished feasting, they rose, and moved the tables to clear the floor for dancing. Several of the men pickep up fiddles and began to play. More had arrived in the house, and both men and women crowded the floor.

OOC: Hey GE, I feel like killing something. Mind if you make some russians attack the villiage so I can destroy them?

OOC: Hey GE, I feel like killing something. Mind if you make some russians attack the villiage so I can destroy them?

((OOC: Just hold tight for now. I'll make some interesting things happen on the way to the capital. For now, you can talk about Tatar raids on your ships landing grounds.))

OOC ok

IC:

At the galleons, the sound of hoof prints filled the air. The men looked up from their camp fires and saw hundreds of cavalry charging them. The drums ordered the men into formation. They got into their ranks and readied themselves to fire upon the charging men. "Fire!" screamed the Cpt. who was in control of the guard. The muskets fired on the cavalry killing 50 of them. The men reloaded and fired again. They kept their volleys going until the surviving 25 horsement crashed into them. They used their bayonnets to spear them.

Casualties- 6 men

OOC : Im going to bed now so I will be back sometime tomorrow.

Ok, I'm back.

5 months after leaving port, the dark army of Doom (that's what I was called pre-1729) arrived in Europe. They landed somewere on the coast of France, and were met with stiff resistance.

Praetor Maximus Helldawg, son of the Emporer, was leader of this grorious expidition of conquest.

"My lord, the local militia challenges us!"

"Spare no one, burn and pillage the town. Leave nothing undamaged!"

"Yes, my lord!" the soldier said with a twisted smile.

The 5000-man army formed up around the small village, and the enemy militia formed ranks. Scouts sent to Europe long before the expition studied the tactics used there, and the tactitions of Doom devised ways to counter them.

The militia marchecd forward, and sholdered their weapons. At that moment, the entire army went prone, doging all the bullets, as the locals couldn't aim well. The army, in turn, sholdered their weapons, and cut through the militia like a warm knife through butter. They then drew steel, and charged into the shocked enemy, killing everyone. They then went on to level the village, and kill all of the inhabitants.

This was only one of many villages that will fall victom to the wrath of the Doom Legion.

The next day, the troops gathered their things, loaded the carts and prepared to march. The 7 officers were all on their newly aquired horses and were waiting the Generians.

After destroying several samll villages, the army swept through the countryside like a plague, burning and pillaging. They eventualy moved into eastern Europe...

(OOC:Feel free to meet up with my guys, but don't expect a warm welcome)

OOC ok

IC: While awaiting the Generians, Cpt. Wilson and Cpt. Wiltshire went scouting. They climbed a hill and at the top they spied a large army. "Holy shit! Theres thousands of them!" "We need to get back to the village and bring back the men. Quickly!" They rode back to the village and returned to the hilltop with the artican army. "Into defensive positions!" yelled Wilson. All 70 men got into one long line and went down on one knee. Their muskets were loaded and pointing at the army in case they attacked. "Stay here, Wiltshire, if they try anything, give the order to open fire." said Wilson as he rode down to the unknown forces.

((OOC: The Doom army would be nowhere near the steppe. They are in France, and stillhave to contest the very well trained French Army, the English armies in Normandy, and the Polish and Austrian armies. Doom, at least try to RP the battles. Put some effort into it.))

Ivan walked out into the grey dawn, dressed in his furs, and armed with saber and pistol. Eight of his best men followed him. The men packed their horses, and rode up next to the Artican captains.

"Are we ready?"

"My lord! An unknown force of about 100 had deployed to the top of that hill! They've assumed defencive positions!"

"I deem this an act of aggresion. Have the men form up. Ready the rocket batteries."

"Yes, m'lord."

50 gunpouder rocket batteries were prepared for fireing, and the men formed rank.

"My lord, a messanger comes!"

"Hold fire! Fire on my command, I shall meet with this meesanger."

((OOC: The Doom army would be nowhere near the steppe. They are in France, and stillhave to contest the very well trained French Army, the English armies in Normandy, and the Polish and Austrian armies. Doom, at least try to RP the battles. Put some effort into it.))

Ivan walked out into the grey dawn, dressed in his furs, and armed with saber and pistol. Eight of his best men followed him. The men packed their horses, and rode up next to the Artican captains.

"Are we ready?"

OOC: I went know were near the large cities, and pretty much avoided the large armies, I just want to advance the story a little.

OOC: I went know were near the large cities, and pretty much avoided the large armies, I just want to advance the story a little.

((OOC: Just remember that conquering Europe is not easy. Many have tried with much larger armies than 5,000 men, and none have succeeded. Just try to keep it interesting. I want this to last.))

OOC: I didn't actualy take and hold any cities, I'm doing this Hun-style, rushing through the country-side, pillaging and burning, I'll get back to doing that with more detail after my contact with you guys.

OOC: I didn't actualy take and hold any cities, I'm doing this Hun-style, rushing through the country-side, pillaging and burning, I'll get back to doing that with more detail after my contact with you guys.

((OOC: That's fine. Just got a little worried for a second.))

OOC GE, my men are meeting with Doom, they are no longer in your village. But I left a message with some villagers so your men know were to find me.

IC: Cpt. Wilson rode to the front ranks of the black army. "Who's in charge here?!" he called.

Ivan recieved the message that the foreigners had gone off scouting, just as two cossacks rode through the gates in a frenzy. They stormed up to their leader.

"Ivan! We have news!"

"Speak! What have you learned?"

"An army, sir. More foreigners. They wear clothing that we have never seen before."

"This must be dealt with. Come! We ride!"

Ivan and his eight horsemen, accompanied by the two who had given him word of the army, rode off onto the step. The men crested a low ridge, and were left aghast by the sight.

"What shall we do?"

"Well, we must speak to these men, of course!"

Ivan rode off towards the place where the Articans and the other foreign officers were speaking. His men followed him, hands clutching their pikes, and the hilts of their sabers.

OOC GE, my men are meeting with Doom, they are no longer in your village. But I left a message with some villagers so your men know were to find me.

IC: Cpt. Wilson rode to the front ranks of the black army. "Who's in charge here?!" he called.


"I am in charge! I am Praetor Maximus Helldawg, leader of the Imperial Expiditionary Force of Doom. Who are you?"


OOC: GE, you can take this as a question to your men too.

Colonel Lukasz surveyed his Hussar regiment from atop a hill. The men sat around fires in groups, talking and laughing in the dusk. Hardly anyone was in their tent. The light cavalry soldiers were out practice maneuvers in the country, near the Ukranian border. This, Lukasz thought, is life at it's best. Good men, good horses, good country...adequate food.
A lieutenant rode up to Lukasz and saluted.
"Sir, compliments from Warsaw." said the messanger.
"What news do you bring?" asked Lukaz.
"An army of foreigners has landed in France, and is rumored to be near here. You have orders to stay alert for them." informed the messanger.
"I see. Is that all?"
"Yes sir. Goodbye." The lieutenant saluted again and rode off.

Colonel Lukasz surveyed his Hussar regiment from atop a hill. The men sat around fires in groups, talking and laughing in the dusk. Hardly anyone was in their tent. The light cavalry soldiers were out practice maneuvers in the country, near the Ukranian border. This, Lukasz thought, is life at it's best. Good men, good horses, good country...adequate food.
A lieutenant rode up to Lukasz and saluted.
"Sir, compliments from Warsaw." said the messanger.
"What news do you bring?" asked Lukaz.
"An army of foreigners has landed in France, and is rumored to be near here. You have orders to stay alert for them." informed the messanger.
"I see. Is that all?"
"Yes sir. Goodbye." The lieutenant saluted again and rode off.
OOC: After I'm done with my meeting with the others, want to have our guys fight?

OOC: Sure. Fights always do make things interesting.

OOC: This could take awhile, so I'll send out a detachment to fight with you.

As the Praetor spoke with the foreigners, the army split up, seeing that the people here were weak in number. 2000 men split off, and headed out, leaving the remaining troops to deal with the people here.

"Why do you come with weapons to my lands?" Ivan asked the foregin commander.

"We have the right to defend ourselves if provoked." he said eyeing the Artican.

"Do you mean to harm my people?" Ivan asked calmly.

"That depends on if you mean to harm us." he said in an equaly calm tone.

"We have too much on our minds right now to care about harming you, but we ask that you be moving on from our lands."

"Very well, we see that you have no quarell with us, so we have none with you. Come, brothers, lets catch up with our comrades!"

The dark army moved on after their comrades, who were several hours march ahead of them.

Ivan watched the army march onward until he was confident they were on their way.

"Alright brothers, we have business to attend to. Would the Articans still care to accompany us to the capital?" asked Ivan, addressing the other foreigners.

Brigadier General Bronislaw studied the map on the table. An drawn-in 'L' indicated the location of Colonel Lukasz and one of the six regiments of Bronislaw's Brigade. He didn't like the sound of this foreign army, pillaging towns and avoiding the armies of Europe.
"Perhaps," He said to his aides, "We can be the ones to destroy these maruading scoundrels. We are doing nothing here in Cracow. I want to move out the brigade tomorrow morning. We are going to reinforce Lukasz and his men."
"What shall we tell High Command?" asked one of his regimental colonels.
"Exactly what we intend to do." answered the General. "The Duke would be elated to see that the Army can still rattle their sabers. Now go, tell your men."

OOC:Lukasz, the one at the border, has 500 men. The Brigade should be arriving in a few days.

After reorganizing his men, and making sure the affairs of the village would be taken care of in his absence, Ivan and his twelve men rode off towards the capital, kicking up dust in the early morning. They were unaware of the small Turkish raiding party that followed them from a distance.

Around midday, the Turks made themselves known to the Generians, diminishing the distance from where they had been following. One of Ivan's men pulled up beside him, giving him the news. There were thirty of them, armed with muskets and scimitars.

"We can't beat them in a fair fight!" Ivan yelled over the wind and the noise of hooves. "We'll have to outrun them."

The group of twelve picked up speed, their horses in a full charge over the plains. The Generian steeds were faster, and stronger, but sooner or later they would have to stop and fight the raiders.

Brigadier General Bronislaw studied the map on the table. An drawn-in 'L' indicated the location of Colonel Lukasz and one of the six regiments of Bronislaw's Brigade. He didn't like the sound of this foreign army, pillaging towns and avoiding the armies of Europe.
"Perhaps," He said to his aides, "We can be the ones to destroy these maruading scoundrels. We are doing nothing here in Cracow. I want to move out the brigade tomorrow morning. We are going to reinforce Lukasz and his men."
"What shall we tell High Command?" asked one of his regimental colonels.
"Exactly what we intend to do." answered the General. "The Duke would be elated to see that the Army can still rattle their sabers. Now go, tell your men."

OOC:Lukasz, the one at the border, has 500 men. The Brigade should be arriving in a few days.


Meanwhile, one of the forward scouting units noted the location of Lukasz's unit, and rode at breakneck speed toward the main army, which by this time had been united.


Doom Forward HQ-

"Hmmm, there is a considerably large garrison there compared to some other ones we've seen. I'll give you a century(1000 men), and I want that city under my control within the day. We will be waiting nearby to intercept any reinforcements."

"Yes, my lord!" said Centurion Aurilius, one of the Praetor's trusted advisors.

"May God be with you, old friend. Bring honor to the empire!"

"I die for the emporer!" he shouted as he exited the tent, and gathered his men.

If he was correct, he would take this unit off guard, and wipe every one of them out. He would, however, allow one messenger to escape and bring word of the attack. The main body of 4000 elite soldiers woud be waiting.


Within several hours, the century had arrived at the designated area. The enemy forces were over the next hill. The men split up into groups of 30, which would be further split into groups of four men in skirmishers formation they quietly maneuvered around, and set up 20 gunpouder rocket launchers.

Eventualy, one of the soldiers was spotted, and the men opened up.

The rocket launchers were fired at the enemy command sections, and the small groups made difficult targets to attack all at once. When each man had fired a round, he drew steel and charged into the fray.

Lukasz turned quickly to his right, where a cloud of smoke erupted as muskets opened fires upon the camp.
"Damnation! They are here already!" cried the colonel. He turned towards his men. "Fire a round and mount your horses! Quickly!" he shouted. Lukasz drew his pistol and ran down the hill. A enemy musketeer was reloading, unaware of Lukasz. He shot him in the head and jumped over the falling body into the camp. Only about one hundred of the five hundred had carbines for firearms. The others were armed with pistols. The men briefly fought to beat back the charging enemy, then dashed to their horses, as did Lukasz. Sabers and pistols drawn, Lukasz shouted commands to his five company commanders.
"You, take your men and go 'round that hill, flank them on the left. You, follow and engage them from behind. Konrad, flank them on the right. You, follow and get them from behind also. Karl, go straight, through the camp." Lukasz raised his saber. "Onward, men!"
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Initial losses amount to 65 men.

OOC: I'm gathering your century is mainly infantry, right?

Sorry I'm late, everyone. Has Switzerland been taken yet? If so, I'd like to fight for it (I'm in the mood for war...) so long as it doesn't affect our nations' relationship in the present day (this is, after all, almost 300 years ago, lol).

No, it's open, I believe.

Okay, thanks. I'll be posting something soon...(sorry, it takes me a little while to think of good posts sometimes)

The Articans re-grouped and followed the Generians to the capitol.

Lukasz turned quickly to his right, where a cloud of smoke erupted as muskets opened fires upon the camp.
"Damnation! They are here already!" cried the colonel. He turned towards his men. "Fire a round and mount your horses! Quickly!" he shouted. Lukasz drew his pistol and ran down the hill. A enemy musketeer was reloading, unaware of Lukasz. He shot him in the head and jumped over the falling body into the camp. Only about one hundred of the five hundred had carbines for firearms. The others were armed with pistols. The men briefly fought to beat back the charging enemy, then dashed to their horses, as did Lukasz. Sabers and pistols drawn, Lukasz shouted commands to his five company commanders.
"You, take your men and go 'round that hill, flank them on the left. You, follow and engage them from behind. Konrad, flank them on the right. You, follow and get them from behind also. Karl, go straight, through the camp." Lukasz raised his saber. "Onward, men!"
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Initial losses amount to 65 men.

OOC: I'm gathering your century is mainly infantry, right?

OOC: Yeah, mainly infantry, but my scouts have horses.

Losses so far-29 men

The men pushed on, like a swift wind of death, charging at the enemy forces. With all the small groups the men had seperated into, they praticaly had the enemy surrounded. Several groups stayed behind, reloaded, and fired on the enemy cavalry. The rest of the men rushed them with swords, cutting into them like a warm knife through butter.

The soldiers are elite because they are trained all their lives for war, starting at the age of 6, and they spend about two years learning counter cavalry tactics, so they knew exactly how to deal with the enemy. When the enemy horses would get close, the men would dive down to dogde the saber or lance, and cutthe legs off the horse, and proceed to slay the fallen rider.

This wasn't some unorganized band of raiding barbarians, this was an elite army.

right! how can i get / build / make an army and join this wanna-be wars :)

OOC: Yeah, mainly infantry, but my scouts have horses.

Losses so far-29 men

The men pushed on, like a swift wind of death, charging at the enemy forces. With all the small groups the men had seperated into, they praticaly had the enemy surrounded. Several groups stayed behind, reloaded, and fired on the enemy cavalry. The rest of the men rushed them with swords, cutting into them like a warm knife through butter.

The soldiers are elite because they are trained all their lives for war, starting at the age of 6, and they spend about two years learning counter cavalry tactics, so they knew exactly how to deal with the enemy. When the enemy horses would get close, the men would dive down to dogde the saber or lance, and cutthe legs off the horse, and proceed to slay the fallen rider.

This wasn't some unorganized band of raiding barbarians, this was an elite army.
Lukasz turned to a major.
"We're outnumbered two to one! We must pull out. RETREAT! PULL OUT! BREAK THROUGH THEIR LINE!" Screaming, the Hussars rushed as fast as they could at the surrounding enemy to break them up and give themselves a chance to retreat. Most riders that got close to the enemy were killed. Lukasz serached for a weak spot.
A small group of enemy musketeers were close to the line, while most of their comrades were behind, out of reach. They were reloading.
"There!" Lukasz said to those near him. "Come on!" The Hussars charged the group reloading, trampling and slashing them with sabers. The musketeers dispersed. There was a slight break in the line. "Come! Here!" cried Lukasz.
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New losses:120 men
Total:185 men

ooc: can I join?

A small square-rigged ship slices through the water. Recently unladen from its spoils, it runs light and fast, its hundred-foot hull only weighed down by the full crew and 36 guns. The ship had spent the last month under various flags, preying on merchant ships. They had been lucky so far... not a navy ship to be found.

From the fighting top came the cry of "Sail Ho!" The captain stared through his spyglass. The full cut of her jib revealed that she was another merchant ship. He loved merchant ships. So heavily loaded with cargo, leaving no room for anything more than four or five guns aboard. Lightly crewed, so boarding was easy. A glance to her flag... Artican. Perfect. The captain gave the order, and the Artican flag was raised. Seeing no danger, the merchants continued their course. About 100 yards off their larboard quarter, the Artican flag flew down and was replaced by a black flag emblazoned with a grinning white skull. As panic broke out on the merchant ship, the pirates opened fire.


OOC: For the period... flotillas weren't usually much bigger than a couple of ships. Technology/time limits made building lots and lots of ships kind of tough.

The cossacks thundered across the plains, trying to outrun the Turkish raiders. By nightfall, the horses were exhausted. One of the men was thrown as his mount collapsed on the ground. Ivan halted his men. They would have to fight here. The steppe was open, without cover, so they would need to improvise.


Ivan took three of his men's horses and killed them, laying the bodies on the ground to create a makeshift barrier. The men lay down behind the wall, muskets aimed at the advancing enemies. As they drew near, twelve shots whizzed through the air, ten hitting their mark in an enemy raider or his horse. The Turks fired, the bullets hitting the barrier of horsemeat. One shot slammed into a Generian shoulder. The man rolled onto his back, clutching the wound. Ivan discharged a pistol, klnocking a turk from his horse. Others did likewise. There were fifteen raiders now. Ivan liked those odds. He stood up and drew his saber. The cavalry were nearly on top of them now. A horse leapt over his head, rider yelling wildly. Ivan slashed the animals belly, and the man was thrown, his neck broken. He drew a second pistol from his waist, firing point blank into the face of a Tatar. The man's face dissolved in blood, as the horse spun and ran the other way, across the endless plains. As more Turks fell, the remaining backed off and circled the makeshift fortification of dead horses and humans. They charged, each from a different angle, scimitars raised. A Turkish scimitar took the head of two more cossacks that day, but at the price of their own lives. Ivan stood amid the death. saber flailing in the night, battling cavalry on foot. When the dust cleared, the Generians stood victorious.

Ivan took the bodies of the two dead men, and the one wounded man, throwing them across the horses. With luck, he could make Generia City by nightfall.

As the Articans and Generians were marching, the Turks attacked(as said in GEs post).

"Where the hell are they going!?" cried Cpt. Wilson seeing the Generians fleeing. "Get the men into a square formation!"

The men formed a square. Their muskets were loaded and bayonnets fixed. The half the turks chased after the Generians and the others stayed and advanced on the artican forces. "Fire!" yelled the Captains. All 70 men fired on the turks killing many. They didn't get a chance to reload as the turks slammed into them firing their muskets. The soldiers speared the turks with their bayonnets but there were to many of them. After 10 minutes, the 5 surviving artican soldiers broke out of the turks onslaught and ran for cover in a nearby forest. The survivors were, Cpt. Wiltshire, Lt. Holmes and 3 privates. They hid behind some trees, reloaded their muskets and pistols and fired on the turks that followed them. Cpt. Wiltshire was hit by a musket ball in the chest and one of the privates was hit between the eyes. Lt. Holmes and the other 2 privates managed to hijack horses from the turks and escaped. They rode hard and in 5 hours reached the ships. The ship guards looked startled at their approach. "Get to the ships!" yelled Holms. The soldiers boarded one ship and started firing their cannons on the turks as they sailed away. Once they were out of range they saw the other ships go up in flames.

A small square-rigged ship slices through the water. Recently unladen from its spoils, it runs light and fast, its hundred-foot hull only weighed down by the full crew and 36 guns. The ship had spent the last month under various flags, preying on merchant ships. They had been lucky so far... not a navy ship to be found.

From the fighting top came the cry of "Sail Ho!" The captain stared through his spyglass. The full cut of her jib revealed that she was another merchant ship. He loved merchant ships. So heavily loaded with cargo, leaving no room for anything more than four or five guns aboard. Lightly crewed, so boarding was easy. A glance to her flag... Artican. Perfect. The captain gave the order, and the Artican flag was raised. Seeing no danger, the merchants continued their course. About 100 yards off their larboard quarter, the Artican flag flew down and was replaced by a black flag emblazoned with a grinning white skull. As panic broke out on the merchant ship, the pirates opened fire.


OOC: For the period... flotillas weren't usually much bigger than a couple of ships. Technology/time limits made building lots and lots of ships kind of tough.

OOC just to clerify, my ships are naval ones. They have 30 guns on each of them.

IC: The ship that held the escaped articans looked at the advancing ship with the artican flag. "Nobody was suppose to be sent here but us" Lt. Holmes said to one of the soldiers near him. He then noticed the black flag go up. "Pirates! Fire the cannons!"he yelled. All 15 guns on the starbird side opened up on the pirate ship. The men loaded their muskets and started firing at the sailors operating the enemy cannons. Thankfully for the articans, they were on the IAS Flyer, one of the fastest ships in the Artican Navy. It kept circling the enemy ship making it easy for them to use all 30 guns on the pirates but making it hard for the pirates to hit them.

Lukasz turned to a major.
"We're outnumbered two to one! We must pull out. RETREAT! PULL OUT! BREAK THROUGH THEIR LINE!" Screaming, the Hussars rushed as fast as they could at the surrounding enemy to break them up and give themselves a chance to retreat. Most riders that got close to the enemy were killed. Lukasz serached for a weak spot.
A small group of enemy musketeers were close to the line, while most of their comrades were behind, out of reach. They were reloading.
"There!" Lukasz said to those near him. "Come on!" The Hussars charged the group reloading, trampling and slashing them with sabers. The musketeers dispersed. There was a slight break in the line. "Come! Here!" cried Lukasz.
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New losses:120 men
Total:185 men
A company of musketeers(100 men) on the flanks of the slain groups raised and fired their weapons on the retreating enemy army. Another platoon formed up behind the retreating enemy and shot them in the backs. Many enemies manged to escape, however. They had hoped to annihilate the enemy army, but it was still a victory.


"The day is won! Glory to the empire!" yelled the centurion as the last enemy escaped.

The men formed rank again, and began to dig entrenchments in preparation for a counter attack.

Meanwhile, the main body lay in ambush for when the enemy made their assualt.

Total losses-109 dead or wounded out of action
OOC: For the sake of RP, lets just say the piece of land I took was a vital strategic area that you would want back.

After six hours of battle, the decks were awash with blood. Cannon fire on both sides was slowing as the crews fatigued. Sails were full of holes, and the pirates' mizzenmast had long since been cut away. Finally, the Captain spun the wheel hard over and told his crew to commence the boarding. Had he known this was a naval ship, he never would have engaged... but at this point a run for new waters would be ill-advised.

Blunderbusses and pistols went off, shooting at random into the Artican decks as the pirates boarded. Knowing that in this style of combat, blackpowder weapons are too difficult to reload, the pirates stuffed them into their belts after firing, or used the butts as blunt objects for striking. Grenadoes were tossed down hatches, and ropes were cut as the battle raged on. Most of the pirates were yelling "Strike yer colors and ye shall have mercy and quarter! If ye continue t' fight, ye be sunk!"

After six hours of battle, the decks were awash with blood. Cannon fire on both sides was slowing as the crews fatigued. Sails were full of holes, and the pirates' mizzenmast had long since been cut away. Finally, the Captain spun the wheel hard over and told his crew to commence the boarding. Had he known this was a naval ship, he never would have engaged... but at this point a run for new waters would be ill-advised.

Blunderbusses and pistols went off, shooting at random into the Artican decks as the pirates boarded. Knowing that in this style of combat, blackpowder weapons are too difficult to reload, the pirates stuffed them into their belts after firing, or used the butts as blunt objects for striking. Grenadoes were tossed down hatches, and ropes were cut as the battle raged on. Most of the pirates were yelling "Strike yer colors and ye shall have mercy and quarter! If ye continue t' fight, ye be sunk!"

Lt. Holmes saw the plank go down. "Formation C!" 20 soldiers got into 2 rows of 10 facing the advancing pirates. The first row fired at the enemy then quickly knelt on one knee and reloaded very fast. As soon as the first row crouched, the second fired at the enemy and then reloaded as the first row popped back up and fired again. Both rows got off 2 bursts then drew their sabers. They prepared to strike the enemy with their sabers when they quickly drew their pistols and fired. Then they threw their pistols at the pirates and charged, hacking and slashing away with their swords.

One of the men faced a cannon at the plank that the pirates were boarding from and shot. The cannonball hit its target breaking the plank and making whoever was on it lose a leg or two and fall into the water below.

OOC: What's the status of your ship and crew?

IC: It was still anyone's guess how this would turn out. The men had taken to using destroyed rigging to swing across on after the unfortunate loss of Mr. Davis and the plank.

The captain looked over the destroyed taffr'l to survey the battle. Smoke was still in the air, and he knew his crew had taken heavy losses. A stray musket ball whizzed past his ear. His eye drifted towards the coast... at least survivors of whoever lost could probably make it to the shore...

A company of musketeers(100 men) on the flanks of the slain groups raised and fired their weapons on the retreating enemy army. Another platoon formed up behind the retreating enemy and shot them in the backs. Many enemies manged to escape, however. They had hoped to annihilate the enemy army, but it was still a victory.


"The day is won! Glory to the empire!" yelled the centurion as the last enemy escaped.

The men formed rank again, and began to dig entrenchments in preparation for a counter attack.

Meanwhile, the main body lay in ambush for when the enemy made their assualt.

Total losses-109 dead or wounded out of action
OOC: For the sake of RP, lets just say the piece of land I took was a vital strategic area that you would want back.
Total Losses:260
Finally, Lukasz slowed down, and the Hussars stopped their breackneck pace. The battlefield was but a wisp of smoke behind them now. The regiment went on for a few miles more, then made camp.
More than half of the regiement was killed.The survivors were tired and many hurt. Lukasz wondered if the enemy was coming to finish them off.
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A few hours later, the the Brigade arrived where the Regiment was sleeping.
"What happened here?" An arriving colonel asked a sleepy sentry.
"We were attacked back at camp by that roaming army. Half of us was killed."
Lukasz arose to meet General Bronislaw. Lukasz's uniform was torn in several places, and he had a long cut down his right cheek. He kept telling the General it was merely a brush.
"They came much quicker than expected, sir. There were at least one thousand of them, at my estimate."
"Well, Colonel, we now here have 2,500 fresh soldiers. However, I am weary of attacking them with our brigade alone. I'm going to send a rider to Cracow to request more troops. And we may recieve some help from abroad. Now, go to sleep, Colonel, we have things under control."
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A few days before, Grand Duke August decided the "Roaming Army" was a large threat. He sent out a small envoy to Russia, requesting aid against them.

By now, there was a vast complex of trenches, with underground tunnels. The main body had reunited with the century, forming an entire legion. Praetor Helldawg was warry of the almost certain attack, had ordered the area infront of the trenches dug up, and filled with sharpened logs to impede onrushing cavalry. This was further reinforced by concealing the logs with grass and branches. The trenches had also been camoflauged, and fireports added. The network was a large square, and the traps in front were completely surrounding it. There were three square trenches in total, all complete with shelters and fireing ports, and more of the spike traps in between. There were tunnels connecting the different areas of the perimeter, so the areas could be reinforced quickly, and made travel between the trenches possible.(this is about a few days later they have this, and I had 5000 guys working on it, so its possible.)

It was a near impenatrable fortress.

Inside the trenches-

"Congradulations once again on your glorious victory, Centurion Aurilius. You indeed have brought glory to the empire."

"Thank you, my lord. It was a simple victory. I do doubt the next one will be as easy, however." replied the centurion. His black armor was stained with the blood of several cavalrymen he personaly killed, this was seen as a mark of honor among the men.

"As do I, old friend. Scouts report a large build up of enemy forces here-" he said pointing to a large map on the table of his underground command post in the trenches. "The men are growing eager to kill more of the heretics, as am I." he said grasping the hilt of his sword, Ironwind.

"Do you wish for me to send a raiding party?"

"No, we need all the men we can get for the upcoming battle. Continue to set up those rockets. I want to be able to summon hell fire when they are bogged down in the pits."

"Excelent idea, m'lord."

"I'm counting on you to lead your men to another victory against the heretics. Get back to drilling your men and constructing the fortress."

"Yes, m'lord." he replied. He walked out of the command post and continued the construction. If he was correct, when the praetor became emporer, he would have much favor with him.

OOC: What's the status of your ship and crew?

IC: It was still anyone's guess how this would turn out. The men had taken to using destroyed rigging to swing across on after the unfortunate loss of Mr. Davis and the plank.

The captain looked over the destroyed taffr'l to survey the battle. Smoke was still in the air, and he knew his crew had taken heavy losses. A stray musket ball whizzed past his ear. His eye drifted towards the coast... at least survivors of whoever lost could probably make it to the shore...

OOC my ship is still in pretty good condition. I have lost 8 men out of my 29.

IC:"Evasif manouver!" screamed Lt. Holmes. The ship started moving at full speed away from the pirates. They had positioned their cannons to fire directly at the vital places in the enemy ship. The men managed to get out of range of any more pirates coming aboard and started loading their muskets again.

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ooc: Sorry guys, I thought I would have time for this, but as it turns out I have to do 40 articles for driver's ed, so I won't able to pay enough attention to this thread to participate properly, and I feel it wouldn't be fair if I just phoned this one in. So Thanks a lot, but I do not think I can properly RP in this thread.

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I don't think any of the people your men are meeting with, or engaging, are online right now.

OOC: GE, I have an emissary coming into Russia. Perhaps you could pick him up?)

After a week of fortification, the construction was built to spec, and the whole area was camofluaged. When the enemy would come to take the hill, they would run into the spike trap, and then be slaughtered by musket and rocket fire. This would cost the enemy dearly...

All noise was always kept to a minimum so they wouldn't alert any scouts, and if anyone ever tried to get close, a sharpshooter with a rifled weapon would pick them off. Scouts still roamed the countryside, reporting in very frequently, telling the commanders of enemy movements so they could move the pieces on the big table map. The waiting was becoming extremely boring for the men, so they spent the whole time cleaning their rifles and sharpening their blades. Once in a while, there would be a false alarm, and the men would be disapointed. They were now convinced the enemy was gathering a massive army to ride upon them, but no matter how large, it would be suicide to attack this invisible stronghold...

Just cause I'm bored, I made a map of the trench complex for reference during the battle-
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/Doomingsland/trench.bmp

Thin line- trench

Brown line- spike trap

Green- neutral

OOC: GE, I have an emissary coming into Russia. Perhaps you could pick him up?)

((Sure. I will be paying attention to this thread more often from now on. I have not posted, because I have been rather busy lately.))

Bump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111

Lukasz surveyed the land from his mount. Behind him were the 6,000 men of two brigades in Lukasz's Division. His Regiment had been replineshed and rested, reinforcements form Cracow had sent reinforcements, and they were ready to push out the invaders. Only a day's more journey to the site. As Lukasz pitched his tent, he hoped that the Russians would come to their aid.

OOC: I suppose one of your scouts would see them.

An excited scout entered the trench complex, and ran toward the command post.

"My lord! I've sighted the enemy army! Six thousand strong! And their only a day's march away!"

"FINNALY!" yelled an aid.

"Have the men informed imediatly. No unnesesary noise is to be made."

"Yes, m'lord." responded the aid. Finnaly, the moment of truth approached. The enemy army was only slightly larger, and the men had superior postions. But there was still the posibility of reinforcements...