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[OoC; See this thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=579068) for more details. Currently closed, may open at later time.]

The Heirosoloan galleon gracefully sailed towards the eastern bulk of the island 'Oliss.' As they approached the coastline of the massive tundra that dominated the eastern portion of the island, multiple ice floes could be seen providing both an ample defense, as well as a dangerous obstacle for supplies to come to the colony being established on the tip. Following the flagship of the colonization fleet were multiple other galleons, with an escort of frigates, although they didn't expect many pirates to appear from the horizon. The frigates were merely a safety precaution against traitors, and a comfort for the colonists picked to make the island the trading center it was intended to be.
The shoreline they had arrived at was dotted with rocks and ice, mainly with cliffs. However, a small bay had been found that was relatively clear of any dangerous debris, and it could provide a small defense for the ships against the deadly weather of the tundra. As they approached the smaller landing vessels were loaded with supplies and colonists, and sent off towards the beachhead. Among them was Admiral Chance Bywater, a naval commander who was promised to become the lord of the colony as soon as it was fully established. However, mother nature had not made that task easy, and it was a long road to finishing the colony. Not even to mention the rival countries seeking to establish an outpost here. They had made it sound so much easier in the propaganda. Bywater had since learned that propaganda was not the best place to learn about the hard task of colonization.

Waters off of Oliss

The black, silver, and white saltire of the prosperous Coscivian Empire flapped gallantly in the wind above the Osprey, the flagship of the colonisation fleet.

Oliss would be only a small part of that great Empire's burgeoning collection of overseas posessions, the most prosperous of which was the Viceroyalty of Nova Coscivia; an enviable assortment of colonies that would one day become known as Kirav.

But they must be wary here. Colonisation was the easy part. They had done it dozens of times with fantastic results. The difficult matter would be defending their dominion. There had been few foreign threats to any of their other colonies. The bulk of the conflict that the Empire saw was on the borders of its metropolitan realm: pacifying seperatists, extending the frontier, and beating back the neighbouring states that decided to invade every so often. Their navy was worthy of reckoning, but not quite the vanguard of thalassocracy.

"Terra en vista, Häseir!", yelled the lookout from the crow's nest. Land in Sight, Captain!

"Omredav tà þeim! Prepârim kër terravedimuv!" responded the Captain in Maritime Coscivian. All hands on deck! Prepare to make for land!

From the crow's nest, one aided by a spyglass could easily make out the pleasant green coastline of the Heather Fields, or as they were to become, the Colony of Hethiria.

The Enterprize glided through the ocean waves, holding its precious cargo of humanity, they were the last of an advanced civilization that had been destroyed from within. We had once been the most advance civilization around but that was before the fall thought Captain Bogal as he gazed out into the ocean, seeking the horizon and new lands, his fleet had constituted of 10 ships at first but now they were down to two remaining ships the Enterprize and Tugo, the last souls of an once great civilization. Thankfully the two remaining ships had held the most important treasures of their lost lives and 200 souls to rebuild and hopefully prosper yet again.

"Kapitän, land!"

The remnants had found the island of Oliss and they could just see the clean beaches and flatness of the lands that would be soon called The Open Lands and the start of the new (Greater) Chazaka Empire.

"Heben ho, warf die Rettungsboote, wir gehen an Land." shouted the Captain as he looked for his young wife...

"Captian Fraiser! We've spotted land sir, we've spotted land!" yelled the man in the crow's nest.

Captian Fraiser was the leader of a special force called the 101st Expeditinary. They had over 500 civilians with them. Thier job, colonize an island and contact thier supiriors once Operation Torch was underway.

Fraiser took out his spy glass and saw that there were already ships there. "Contact Commander Wilson and tell him to ready all ships for battle and arm all men," said Fraiser

Commander Wilson had just been risen by a guard," What is it you want?" he ask groggedly.

"Sir, we've spotted land and the Captian wants you to ready all troops and prepare for battle," said the messanger.

With cannons ready, men at arms, and civilians exicted, the convey anchored 100 meters from shore. Then deployed 5 rowboats of men on the island which was heavily forested. When the ships returned with news that the beach was secured, Fraiser sent 2 boats of civilians, another 2 boats of marines to the island.

Afterwards, Fraiser himself with the rest of the men went ashore. Fraiser ordered a 300 meter perimeter set up and for the civilians to get axes and cut down trees for timber. They had reached thier goal, an island for themselves.

OOC: I saw the Chazakain boats if you were wondering.

Kunnuck's breath came in short gasps as his feet tore into the earth again and again, pushing him closer and closer to his village. His sun tanned body glistened with sweat and powerful muscles rippled beneath his skin. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he never would have believed it. Boats many times bigger than the Illison tribes largest canoe we moving towards the shore.

As he ran over another hill he spotted his village in the distance. The long houses built of wood with smoke lazily drifting towards the sky. He would soon be there and warn the Elder Council of what he saw. He would not let his fear take him until he had told all about what he had just saw.

As he entered the outskirts of the village he could see the people going about their work like nothing was wrong, he renewed his speed and burst into the Elder's Longhouse.

"Kunnuck!" Shouted Elder Gusstin. "What is the meaning of this?"

Kunnuck gave a hasty bow and tried to tell his story between gasps of air.

"Elder Gusstin let the man catch his breath." Soothed Elder Uganna. "I'm sure Kunnuck would not disrupt our meeting without good cause."

As the Elder Council, 7 men dressed in the tribes finest furs, waited for the young man to catch his breath thoughts of what could possibly cause such a breach of tradition.

Once Kunnuck had caught his breath he told the council of what he had seen.

"We must prepare for war!" Shouted Elder Gusstin as soon as Kunnuck had finished.

"Elder Gusstin, calm yourself there is no need for war just yet. We must attempt to be friendly to these newcomers. Ready the warriors yes, but we will send a peace council first. After all, we are not savages."

OOC: Spotted the 101st ships. I think I will be in that large black area. My tribe (the Natmuri) is a mix of the Iroquois and Feudal Japan.

Finally thought Colonel Fraiser (OOC: I know he was a captain. But the rank was too low.) they had completed a wall around the area and were now making houses. They had cows, chickens, and horses. They had built chicken houses, stables, and fences for a pasture unloaded everyone besides for guards and a platoon of men on the main ship. Men were patrolling the walls and others were in barracks but all was calm. Some villagers even went out to fish!

OOC: Are you sure that you want to declare war on me? Because I was hoping for a nice relationship where you get to keep your land.

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OOC: Spotted the 101st ships. I think I will be in that large black area. My tribe (the Natmuri) is a mix of the Iroquois and Feudal Japan.

OOC: That's my area! Whatever, I don't care much, really. I'm landing at the left edge of the Keret Mountains, where it is not so high, right next to 101st. Just FYI.

IC:

Captain William Aldridge rescinded his telescope. "It appears we may have some competition," he spoke to his first mate of the HMS Cutlass. "It appears some natives are there, as well as potentially others. It could get nasty, Al."

Al took the telescope and looked for himself. "Defensive positions!" He cried to the crew. Immediately they scrambled to get ready.

"Sir! Should we change direction!" The helmsman yelled.

"No!" Aldridge quickly spun around. "Certainly not! If we are to encounter them, we will not show cowardice. Please proceed with the landing operation."

The flotilla of twenty or so ships landed at the lowest part within sight. "This is quite rocky," the Captain remarked. "I hope that we can survive."

Soon, all of the colonists had unloaded, and the five navy ships that accompanied the flotilla started a patrol around the area. People were cutting trees to make shelters, fishing, and a hunting patrol was going on. Aldridge quickly whispered a suggestion to the man in charge of the operation, a civilian by the name of Heath Kipling. Then Kipling went to the bow of one of the ships to make a proclamation. "All available men, please report to the HMS Victory. I repeat, all available men please report to the HMS Victory." With the seventeen men that arrived, he organized them into two scouting parties. One went along the coast west, the other headed southeast into the mountains. They were to come back in two days.

"What the hell? SHIPS CAPTIAN!!! SHIPS ON THE HORIZION!", yelled a man in the crows nest. Commander Wilson took out his spy glass and saw ships carrying a forgien flag.
"Send the corriers and ask them if they are friendlies." said Wilson.

The boats the Enterprize had launched the previous day were heading back...

"Kapitän!"
The leader of the shore party quickly explained to the captain of the wondrous lands they had found, the nearly 30 meter tall trees, the soil that nearly instantaneous blossom when fed the correct seeds.

"Mit anderen Worten Kapitän, dieses Land ist vollkommen für uns."

The captain quickly ordered the two ships to get as possible to the shore, lots were drawn the guards were assigned their duties and the lucky ones were allowed to land. They would begin their civilization again in these fertile lands...

OOC: My bad I didn't see a name on the map.

Drums in the center of the villiage began to thunder out their message. Men stopped their work and began to grab weapons and armour made from bone and leather. Bow's were strung and arrow heads sharpend.

Meanwhile, inside the Great Hall, the council of elders was debating who to send to greet these new and strang people. While some wanted to send warriors as a show of force others wanted to send a peacful party. Voices grew louder and the men began shouting and arguing. With a voice of quite athority Elder Uganna calmed the other Elders.

"My brothers, it is clear that we must send a peace party. I will lead this party myself. I will take 4 warriors with me. We must not fight. These men are strange to us, but to them we are strange. Tell the rest of the viliage to avoid these new men, until I have spoken to them. Pray to the Great Spirit that they do not wish war. I sence that there is much we can learn from them. As well as much we can teach them."

With that Elder Uganna stood and walked out of the Great Hall. He beckoned the nearest 4 warriors and they formed around him.

"Elder!"

Uganna turned to see Elder Gusstin walking quickly towards him. Behind him was a young man, who looked as though he had just passed the right of manhood.

"Elder, please allow my son, Oppor, to acompany you. He has yet to undertake anything worthy of a man. I wish that his first duty be guarding a trusted friend."

Elder Uganna smiled. The elders had been friends for many seasons. They had battled other tribes and brought them into the Natmuri. He knew what the other Elder asked was a great honour for one so young. He nodded and without a word Oppor slid into his group. The Elders bowed to one another and turned to head their seperate ways.

Walking through the woods reminded Uganna of his youth, the sun beating down on his tanned skin, the smell of the life in the woods, and the wind blowing through his dark hair as he ran down his prey.

The party slowly approached the walls of the outpost and slowly came to a hault outside it waiting for a greeting, threat, or the shot that would start a war.

The guard on the wall yelled something.

Then 3 columns of troops came out the door. They all stood at attention as an officer stepped out to greet the strangers.

"This if Captain Thomson of the 101st Expeditionary," said the officer," What is it you want?"

It was like an idealised painting of a European explorer landing on the shore of the Americas or Australasia, bearing his nations flag and surrounded by soldiers.

Lord Kantire, the Kaltev nobleman, was the first to forsake the wooden landing boat for the shallow waters that licked at the sides of the pebbled shore. Soldiers and a priest followed him, while the lowly sailors dragged the boat ashore.

Kantire firmly planted the Coscivian saltire into the pile of small stones.

"Cerax Cōsivia, ex cerax Tius, Ú lōpim camix ata!" he proclaimed. Iatic Coscivian, "For Coscivia and God, I claim this land!"

The priest recited a few prayers while the soldiers bowed their heads reverently. When he concluded, they dispersed. Armed with their muskets, they pushed into the young mixed forests that lined the coast of the Heather Fields region. More boats were beached to offload soldiers and supplies.

Now, Kantire was permitted to open the sealed letters from Emperor Carticus. They revealed what one would expect: The land was, on paper, Cōlonia Hetiria. Kantire was Governor. The party was to build a settlement to solidify their claim, and most of the fleet was to return to the Coscivian city of Lasca, from whence it had been launched.

Thus, here was founded the city of Cartica, named for the sitting Emperor. Once the last of the soldiers and settlers had made landfall, tents were set up, and trees cut for firewood. Tomorrow, a new city would rise with the dawn.

OOC: You may notice some inconsistency with my language throughout this RP. This is because the Coscivians speak a wide variety of closely related languages and dialects. Also, Kiravic, the Coscivian language used in Kirav, will not have yet reached its prominence as a lingua franca. Thus, the primary tongue will be Vulgar Iatic.

Upon the landing of his boat the captain of the Enterprize looked for the other.

"Kapitän, Ich muss mit Ihnen sprechen."
"Ja?"
"Wir sind wenige, wir müssen planen, oder wir nicht lang überleben."
"Ja, aber diese Länder..."
"Vergessen Sie sie oder Sie genießen sie nicht lang."
"Sie haben Recht. selbstverständlich."

With that the two captains planned out the settlement, deciding that it would be best to split the group into two that way if one perished the other could continue on their legacy to the next generations of this world. The most fleet footed of the survivors were dispatched to scout out the land and to find the best areas for settlements.

Elder Uganna cocked his head to the side puzzled. These strange men did not speak his language? The language taught to all of the Great Spirits children. Not wishing to start a war with men who looked as though to be armed with very dangerous weapons and with metal armor, he bowed his head low to the ground. Following his example his Honor Guard also bowed low.

"How best to fix this problem? He thought to himself. His thoughts drifted for a moment before realizing he must teach them his language, and them to teach theirs to him, like you would a small child. He stepped foreward and pointed to himself.

"Uganna!" His voice rolled out of his chest like the thunder clouds rolled in on a stormy night.

OOC: To speed the process along I think that if/when invited in we skip the whole language thing and just say something like "They sat for hours teaching each other their native language."

The fleet was a wreck. A gale, on the past night, gave the ships appearance of having been in battle. Sails were ripped, hemp snapped, and spars were thrown into the ocean. Never again were more prayers to god spoken on ships of the Trust. Just as quickly as it had come, the wind left. The ships had been becalmed. The tranquil waters were a sharp contrast to the action aboard the ships. The repairs took on a feverish pace as signs that the storm was returning multiplied. J. Henry Barnswoth took this brief moment of respite to reflect upon what had brought him to this godforsaken ocean.

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J. Henry never liked his father, mostly because his father didn't seem to like him in the first place. Not in the way that one would hate a illegitimate son, more of an apathy. His mother loved him dearly, but Robert Barnswoth couldn't care less. And that is why it was such a surprise to young Henry when he discovered such strange headline in the newspaper.

Barnswoth Trust granted right of Monopoly by the Directory of Ventar,
J. Henry Barnswoth to lead expedition to new world

A letter arrived soon after. Written in the businesslike manner, Robert took with his son, the letter confirmed the news adding that he wished his son to have the same opportunities that he had. Robert wanted to Henry to make of this new world what he had made of India.

And so two months later, with a fleet and immigrants in tow, J. Henry Barnswoth set out for the new world. Little did Robert Barnswoth know that by putting the expedition in the care of his son he had began the process that would make the Barnswoth family the most powerful in the world.

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Repairs were completed and the wind swept the ships onward. Within a hour land was sighted. After consulting the charts, Henry returned to the forecastle and announced

"Welcome to the new world!"


Robert Barnswoth died a day later.


ooc: Bywhan are you just rping that tribe or all the natives on the island?

OOC: Just that tribe, no way I can RP a tribe for everyone. I'm not that good/organized.

Elder Uganna cocked his head to the side puzzled. These strange men did not speak his language? The language taught to all of the Great Spirits children. Not wishing to start a war with men who looked as though to be armed with very dangerous weapons and with metal armor, he bowed his head low to the ground. Following his example his Honor Guard also bowed low.

"How best to fix this problem? He thought to himself. His thoughts drifted for a moment before realizing he must teach them his language, and them to teach theirs to him, like you would a small child. He stepped foreward and pointed to himself.

"Uganna!" His voice rolled out of his chest like the thunder clouds rolled in on a stormy night.

OOC: To speed the process along I think that if/when invited in we skip the whole language thing and just say something like "They sat for hours teaching each other their native language."

oOC: Sure why not

"What the hell? SHIPS CAPTIAN!!! SHIPS ON THE HORIZION!", yelled a man in the crows nest. Commander Wilson took out his spy glass and saw ships carrying a forgien flag.
"Send the corriers and ask them if they are friendlies." said Wilson.

As the small settlement was set up, Kipling watched in silence from the edge of the seashore, pondering. Captain Aldridge was on the ground, directing the construction of the town. One log building had been fully set up, that was designed to be a simple barracks until more elaborate structures had been built. A mission of over seven hundred had come on the boats, along with two hundred sailors to protect them. The land is pretty, Kipling nodded to no one in particular. Then Aldridge ran to Kipling.

"Sir! We have spotted some sort of messengers. We believe that we have not quite yet been seen. Do you want an audience?"

Kipling paused for a while, thinking it over. Aldridge was almost content to wait, but he wanted to get back to directing the settlement. "I will have an audience with them in our completed building," Kipling said at last. "Please send ten of your best men with me. You may attend as well; I could use your guidance. Notify them that they are trespassing on Kenavtan colonial land and send them to me." Aldridge quickly scampered off to do Kipling's bidding.

Cartica, Heþira, Coscivian Empire

The Coscivians began work on their settlement. Men began clearing trees, marking boundaries, and digging foundations. There were plans to erect fortifications and build a harbour, but these would be attended to later on. All that was important now was to build an outpost capable of housing the soldiers and settlers until the fleet returned.

Lord Kantire and the other Imperial officials were in the command tent, looking over rudimentary maps of the planned city and long lists of provisions.

"I think we ought to send scouting parties further into the interior. If there are natives, I would rather that we discovered them while we still have the fleet, should we need to escape," said Captain Hümec, a Gërev military officer.

"Agreed. Take men into the forest. If you find anyone, report to me immediately. Do not attempt contact unless forced."

"Aye, my Lord."

"Oh, and bring some of the glass beads with you, should you need to impress anyone that might slay you."
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OOC: bump?

The scouts left the wooded area around the bay behind them, some pausing to gaze at the long grass covered plains, the ones with the best sight noting the hills kilometers away and the general emptiness.
"Fredrick! Zurück und berichtet den Kapitän der Lage des Landes und erklärt geht ihm, dass diese Ebenen Arbeit als die erste Regelung hervorquellen."
"Ja."
with that Fredrick rushed back to the initial landing site while the remaining four scouts continued on...

The Predominal Tundra, although having some of the characteristics of a tundra, was not actually a tundra. One of the colonists would later describe it as an 'arctic wasteland.' Winds, with a combination of omnipresent snow and ice, made it a harsh life for the colonists, even with the protection from the more powerful snow storms because of the high cliffs surrounding the cove. In order for further protection, one of the ships was cannibalized for wood, and three houses built from it. The supplies that were brought on that ship were then used to build another house, along with a small wall to build a meager supply of crops. The remainder of houses were small igloos that had to be patched up near-constantly.
Food was another problem. There was an absolute lack of animal life on the Tundra, so the main course was usually a ration of food from the ships, and fish, which was easily caught with crude fishing rods and fishing nets. Some of the fish were used to start a fish farm, as for even easier food.
The defenses consisted of a low (and unfinished) wall of stone, as well as multiple trenches and snow barriers that would slow down a foe, but could not stop one. The soldiers present usually spent their time doing more needed duties (As no enemy would ever be able to survive in the Tundra, who could attack them?) and so the defenders consisting of two unlucky soldiers, and one of the remaining ships, which was used to scout the coastline for both resources and any signs of life. Life would be hard, but the colonists were going to get through it.