Kroando
05-09-2007, 05:07
Belgrade, March 1st
A light snow fell in the crowded streets of Belgrade, as thousands upon thousands of eager civilians had crammed themselves into the city square in order to hear their beloved leader speak to them on an issue of 'National Urgency'. Ever since the end of the revolution over four years ago the people had become enfatuated with Grand Marshall Arkan, a seemingly immortal man who threw off the tyranny of royalty and theocracy, and set down the standards of reason and law. Although countless thousands had been brutally murdered under his purges of the royalty, the people simply cheered him on as he took further control of the nation.
Arkan stood at the head of a massive marble podium before the Capital Building, it's massive stone pillars and steps casting a shadow of intimidation over the entire assembly. Looking down at his feet, at the cold white breath leaving his mouth, at the snow that now littered his black leather trench coat, he smiled...
"My People... Sons and Daughters of Kroando... for many years we have been a broken nation. Exploited... oppressed, and conquored by those we sought to escape!", Arkan spoke, the attention of every soul keen upon him. "Four years ago I asked for time... and that time was granted by you. You, the strength in my arm... the holders of my dreams.", Arkan paused yet again, looking over the massive assembly of soldiers before him. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers clad in black uniforms, rifles mounted upon their shoulders. "In the time you have given me... I have rebuilt our nation. I have rebuilt our strength. And, I have rebuilt our pride! No more shall the tyranny of royalty or theocracy burden your minds. No more shall the weight of imperialism pull down your backs. No more shall we, the people of Kroando be the ones under the boot of hegemony!", Arkan roared out, by this time the hordes of civilians behind the soldiers were hysterical, their rabid support for the Grand Marshall not restrained by the impecable discipline of the military. "Defenders of the Kroandon Dream! NOW - IS - OUR - TIME!" Arkan smiled at the scene before him, the Kroandon flags waving, the patriotism at an all time high, the nation as a whole ready to take the lands of the Greeks.
Announcement to the World - Explaining Mobilization March 2nd
Kenya is to fall to the boot of Kroando. This colonial aquisition shall cement forever our place in the African Pie. We expect heavy campaigning and resistance, and seek the best wishes of the European Continent. The Armies shall be leaving from Vlore and from Ports in Bulgaria.
The War Would Begin in Turkey - Early March
Two million people held ten million. The colony of Turkey was far larger than the oppressors it was currently under, the small Kingdom of Greece. It would not only be the men of Kroando marching against the Greeks, it would be the Turks. However the question was how to get the Turks to revolt. Propoganda, supplying the rebels and the war in general was the answer. Intelligence reported nearly 100,000 men in all Anatolia. If Kroando sent that same number at Constantinople, victory was certain. The Greeks could not afford to send their entire Anatolian force, or even most of it to the city, or the entire territory would revolt. What did this mean? It means that the Kroandons would conquer European Turkey, and Constantinople with relative ease... cutting the enemy in half, and effectively destroying any chance the Anatolian Army had of retaining Anatolia.
In early March spies, sabatauers and negotiators left for Turkey with one mission. To start building the means for a revolution. To start spreading unrest. To start putting up flyers denouncing the Greek Tyranny. To start making the masses see their disfortune as the fault of the Greeks. Guns were purchased with the pockets of Kroando, and secretly distributed to many of these would be revolutionaries. Money was given to those whom seemed to be of the revolutionary persuasion. In general, the Kroandons set up a powder keg in Anatolia.
Military Movements - April 12th
The 1st Army. - Located in Central Bulgaria
[I]The Black Army
Commander. Grand Marshall Fortinbraz
Standard Infantry. 90,000
Gatling Gun Crews. 50 [250 crew]
Artillery. [1,500 crew]
x250 90mm Guns
x300 75mm Guns
Grenaders [Men armed with thrown explosives]. 500
The 3rd Army. - Located in Southern Albania
The Mountaineers
Commander. Grand Marshall Menchevik
Standard Infantry. 90,000
Gatling Gun Crews. 50 [250 crew]
Artillery. [1,500 crew]
x250 90mm Guns
x400 75mm Guns
Grenaders [Men armed with thrown explosives]. 500
1st Naval Flotilla.
Commander. Admiral Sarven
x20 Coastal Ironclads
x20 Armored Cruisers
x15 Fire Ships
x5 Torpedo Boats
2nd Naval Flotilla.
Commander. Admiral Holex
x30 Ironclads
x20 Armored Cruisers
x10 Torpedo Boats
x5 Fire Ships
The 1st Army, stationed in Central Bulgaria, went along with Arkan's plan, begining by moving to the East, towards the 'Ports' which hosted the fleet to take them to Africa. However they suddenly made a sharp move to the south. Burgas, the port they were supposedly moving to, was stopped at, for no more than a fortnight. They rested, for the next morning, at 5:00 AM, they were on the move. It was only now that the soldiers were told their actual target, they were told they marched for Turkey, and to overthrow the Kingdom of Greece. Complete secrecy had, untill this point, been maintained. The soldiers were estatic, their hatred for royalty being uncomparable to that of anything else. Seeing the Greeks and Turks as an oppressed people, much like they had once been, they moved with all haste, covering fifty miles by the night. Their presence was hidden the best it could be, the people that saw them were Kroandons, and it was unlikely that word of their deviation would reach the Greeks for some time. By that night they had reached the Greek-Kroandon border at Edime, and the 90,000 man force was to take it by storm.
The 3rd Army acted similarly, initially moving to the West, towards Vlore. However again, they changed route quickly, and made haste for the south. Covering the distance between themselves and the Greek Border in less than a day and a half, they moved for the city of Igomenitsa, expecting little in the means of resistance. The mountainous region was perfect for these men, nicknamed 'The Mountaineers' for their dedication to fighting in the hills and mountains. The war had begun.
Finally both the Adriatic Fleet and the Black Fleet's were put into action, with one moving to the coast of Northern Greece, the other towards Constantinople. They remained far enough north of the great city so that any defences would not be able to hit them, but so that they could see the straight, and could fire upon any vessels hoping to move through.
War Movements Map (http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/23/greecerel96mb1.jpg)
A light snow fell in the crowded streets of Belgrade, as thousands upon thousands of eager civilians had crammed themselves into the city square in order to hear their beloved leader speak to them on an issue of 'National Urgency'. Ever since the end of the revolution over four years ago the people had become enfatuated with Grand Marshall Arkan, a seemingly immortal man who threw off the tyranny of royalty and theocracy, and set down the standards of reason and law. Although countless thousands had been brutally murdered under his purges of the royalty, the people simply cheered him on as he took further control of the nation.
Arkan stood at the head of a massive marble podium before the Capital Building, it's massive stone pillars and steps casting a shadow of intimidation over the entire assembly. Looking down at his feet, at the cold white breath leaving his mouth, at the snow that now littered his black leather trench coat, he smiled...
"My People... Sons and Daughters of Kroando... for many years we have been a broken nation. Exploited... oppressed, and conquored by those we sought to escape!", Arkan spoke, the attention of every soul keen upon him. "Four years ago I asked for time... and that time was granted by you. You, the strength in my arm... the holders of my dreams.", Arkan paused yet again, looking over the massive assembly of soldiers before him. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers clad in black uniforms, rifles mounted upon their shoulders. "In the time you have given me... I have rebuilt our nation. I have rebuilt our strength. And, I have rebuilt our pride! No more shall the tyranny of royalty or theocracy burden your minds. No more shall the weight of imperialism pull down your backs. No more shall we, the people of Kroando be the ones under the boot of hegemony!", Arkan roared out, by this time the hordes of civilians behind the soldiers were hysterical, their rabid support for the Grand Marshall not restrained by the impecable discipline of the military. "Defenders of the Kroandon Dream! NOW - IS - OUR - TIME!" Arkan smiled at the scene before him, the Kroandon flags waving, the patriotism at an all time high, the nation as a whole ready to take the lands of the Greeks.
Announcement to the World - Explaining Mobilization March 2nd
Kenya is to fall to the boot of Kroando. This colonial aquisition shall cement forever our place in the African Pie. We expect heavy campaigning and resistance, and seek the best wishes of the European Continent. The Armies shall be leaving from Vlore and from Ports in Bulgaria.
The War Would Begin in Turkey - Early March
Two million people held ten million. The colony of Turkey was far larger than the oppressors it was currently under, the small Kingdom of Greece. It would not only be the men of Kroando marching against the Greeks, it would be the Turks. However the question was how to get the Turks to revolt. Propoganda, supplying the rebels and the war in general was the answer. Intelligence reported nearly 100,000 men in all Anatolia. If Kroando sent that same number at Constantinople, victory was certain. The Greeks could not afford to send their entire Anatolian force, or even most of it to the city, or the entire territory would revolt. What did this mean? It means that the Kroandons would conquer European Turkey, and Constantinople with relative ease... cutting the enemy in half, and effectively destroying any chance the Anatolian Army had of retaining Anatolia.
In early March spies, sabatauers and negotiators left for Turkey with one mission. To start building the means for a revolution. To start spreading unrest. To start putting up flyers denouncing the Greek Tyranny. To start making the masses see their disfortune as the fault of the Greeks. Guns were purchased with the pockets of Kroando, and secretly distributed to many of these would be revolutionaries. Money was given to those whom seemed to be of the revolutionary persuasion. In general, the Kroandons set up a powder keg in Anatolia.
Military Movements - April 12th
The 1st Army. - Located in Central Bulgaria
[I]The Black Army
Commander. Grand Marshall Fortinbraz
Standard Infantry. 90,000
Gatling Gun Crews. 50 [250 crew]
Artillery. [1,500 crew]
x250 90mm Guns
x300 75mm Guns
Grenaders [Men armed with thrown explosives]. 500
The 3rd Army. - Located in Southern Albania
The Mountaineers
Commander. Grand Marshall Menchevik
Standard Infantry. 90,000
Gatling Gun Crews. 50 [250 crew]
Artillery. [1,500 crew]
x250 90mm Guns
x400 75mm Guns
Grenaders [Men armed with thrown explosives]. 500
1st Naval Flotilla.
Commander. Admiral Sarven
x20 Coastal Ironclads
x20 Armored Cruisers
x15 Fire Ships
x5 Torpedo Boats
2nd Naval Flotilla.
Commander. Admiral Holex
x30 Ironclads
x20 Armored Cruisers
x10 Torpedo Boats
x5 Fire Ships
The 1st Army, stationed in Central Bulgaria, went along with Arkan's plan, begining by moving to the East, towards the 'Ports' which hosted the fleet to take them to Africa. However they suddenly made a sharp move to the south. Burgas, the port they were supposedly moving to, was stopped at, for no more than a fortnight. They rested, for the next morning, at 5:00 AM, they were on the move. It was only now that the soldiers were told their actual target, they were told they marched for Turkey, and to overthrow the Kingdom of Greece. Complete secrecy had, untill this point, been maintained. The soldiers were estatic, their hatred for royalty being uncomparable to that of anything else. Seeing the Greeks and Turks as an oppressed people, much like they had once been, they moved with all haste, covering fifty miles by the night. Their presence was hidden the best it could be, the people that saw them were Kroandons, and it was unlikely that word of their deviation would reach the Greeks for some time. By that night they had reached the Greek-Kroandon border at Edime, and the 90,000 man force was to take it by storm.
The 3rd Army acted similarly, initially moving to the West, towards Vlore. However again, they changed route quickly, and made haste for the south. Covering the distance between themselves and the Greek Border in less than a day and a half, they moved for the city of Igomenitsa, expecting little in the means of resistance. The mountainous region was perfect for these men, nicknamed 'The Mountaineers' for their dedication to fighting in the hills and mountains. The war had begun.
Finally both the Adriatic Fleet and the Black Fleet's were put into action, with one moving to the coast of Northern Greece, the other towards Constantinople. They remained far enough north of the great city so that any defences would not be able to hit them, but so that they could see the straight, and could fire upon any vessels hoping to move through.
War Movements Map (http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/23/greecerel96mb1.jpg)