Atruria
09-04-2009, 00:15
OOC: Basically, I'm planning on having a civil war between the already-established Republicans and some upstart Monarchists. This is going to be kind of a new launching pad for Atruria, retconning everything (though that's not too much) that I've done in the past with this nation.
The new Federated States of Atruria is going to be a more unique nation. Culturally, a lot of it will be based a lot on the mid-to-late 1800s USA, but not entirely. Some quaint quirks its going to have include that travel by airship and by horse are still popular and that most Atrurians worship a pantheon of gods.
Anyway, to the actual rp...
IC:
Grand Cathedral of the Goddess Marie
Sharpsfield, Sevier
Central States, Federated States of Atruria
Field General Robert S. Winfield, commanding officer of the Army of the Chinquapin, heaved a sigh of sorrow as he walked up towards the chair and the bishop before him. A lifelong soldier and patriot, General Winfield was still having trouble coming to grips with what he was doing, what he had to do. Born into and raised as one of the prominent aristocratic, plantation-owning families of Bergen, one of the Central States, Winfield had been held in high regard generally. As the son of acclaimed war hero, Colonel Jacob Winfield, Robert had always been expected to follow in his father’s footsteps as a career officer, but the younger Winfield had done so much more.
He had applied and been admitted to Victoria Military College, by far the most prestigious army institution in the Federal Military Academy circuit. He had graduated first in his class and, in a feat unparalleled before or since, had not earned a single demerit in his four years at the College. Earning the right to select the branch to which he would be assigned, Winfield was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the Cavalry. As a cavalry officer, Winfield had commanded and displayed skill with horses, helicopters, and armored vehicles. He became a venerated hero in his own right as tales of his glory and valor in the Xhasa Wars, the the Deseret Affair, and the Occupation of Katanga, reached the common folk of Atruria. For his gallantry in combat and in command, Lieutenant Winfield rose up the ranks of the Federal Army and was decorated on numerous occasions.
Now, at the age of Forty-Eight, Field General Robert S. Winfield was the highest ranked officer in the Army, the only full five-star General, and the most decorated soldier in history. He knew, as he peered into the Sun that shone through beautiful stained glass windows along the wall of this Cathedral, that this would not be an easy fight. Many would not understand his reasoning for taking such a drastic action. But they, frankly, had not seen what he had seen. There was corruption at the highest levels of government, demagoguery and pettiness. The Chamber of Deputies had failed in its duties and allowed the Federated States, as a whole, to become culturally corrupt as well.
No matter, he decided as he glanced around the room at the numerous officers and soldiers in their full-dress regalia. His men understood. They would trust him; they would assault the gates of Hell for Winfield, and he knew it. The truly religious folk, Winfield decided, would trust him too. Especially now that he had the backing of the Grand Church.
As he reached the lavishly-decorated chair, Winfield nodded and smiled nervously at the bishop, who nodded back. Winfield sat upon the chair and the bishop blessed him, leading the onlookers in a chorus of prayers.
The bishop proceeded to produce a crown, which he lay upon Winfield’s head as he pronounced, reverberatingly, “Field General Robert Scott Winfield, son of Jacob Winfield; By the Grace of the Gods, I declare thee Robert the First, Lord of the Red River, King of Kings, Conquering Lion of the Tribes of Atruriah, Emperor of the Federated States…”
The Military Annex
Federal City, Capital District
Lieutenant General Harrison Sturgis, Commander-in-Chief of the Federal Army, an obese, balding gentleman who looked twenty years too old to be in uniform, read the cable that had just arrived at his desk with shock. “Major Kitchener!” he yelled down the hall, as he rose from his chair. A young officer rushed in to the room, responding quickly to the General’s tone. He saluted but the General motioned angrily for him to stop. “Listen carefully. I need you to issue orders for the Army of the Red River, the Army of New Portugal, and the Army of the Veldt to fully mobilize. Then I need you to contact the Chamber of Deputies and request that they federalize the State Guards and Frontier Militias.
“Shit sir, that’s a heavy order, are we at war?” inquired the Major, excitement pouring out of his eyes.
“At war?” bellowed the General, “Gods-dammit boy, we’re not just at war. We’re at war with ourselves, General Winfield has betrayed the Republic. He just declared himself Emperor of the Federated States and he’s already taken the entire Central Region.”
“My gods,” whispered the Major in wonder.
“And if this dispatch from Intelligence means anything, Winfield plans to march on Federal City next,” shouted General Sturgis, as he shoved the papers into the Major’s chest.
Taking the papers in one hand and saluting with the other, Major Hardee ran off to accomplish the task at hand as quickly as possible.
The new Federated States of Atruria is going to be a more unique nation. Culturally, a lot of it will be based a lot on the mid-to-late 1800s USA, but not entirely. Some quaint quirks its going to have include that travel by airship and by horse are still popular and that most Atrurians worship a pantheon of gods.
Anyway, to the actual rp...
IC:
Grand Cathedral of the Goddess Marie
Sharpsfield, Sevier
Central States, Federated States of Atruria
Field General Robert S. Winfield, commanding officer of the Army of the Chinquapin, heaved a sigh of sorrow as he walked up towards the chair and the bishop before him. A lifelong soldier and patriot, General Winfield was still having trouble coming to grips with what he was doing, what he had to do. Born into and raised as one of the prominent aristocratic, plantation-owning families of Bergen, one of the Central States, Winfield had been held in high regard generally. As the son of acclaimed war hero, Colonel Jacob Winfield, Robert had always been expected to follow in his father’s footsteps as a career officer, but the younger Winfield had done so much more.
He had applied and been admitted to Victoria Military College, by far the most prestigious army institution in the Federal Military Academy circuit. He had graduated first in his class and, in a feat unparalleled before or since, had not earned a single demerit in his four years at the College. Earning the right to select the branch to which he would be assigned, Winfield was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the Cavalry. As a cavalry officer, Winfield had commanded and displayed skill with horses, helicopters, and armored vehicles. He became a venerated hero in his own right as tales of his glory and valor in the Xhasa Wars, the the Deseret Affair, and the Occupation of Katanga, reached the common folk of Atruria. For his gallantry in combat and in command, Lieutenant Winfield rose up the ranks of the Federal Army and was decorated on numerous occasions.
Now, at the age of Forty-Eight, Field General Robert S. Winfield was the highest ranked officer in the Army, the only full five-star General, and the most decorated soldier in history. He knew, as he peered into the Sun that shone through beautiful stained glass windows along the wall of this Cathedral, that this would not be an easy fight. Many would not understand his reasoning for taking such a drastic action. But they, frankly, had not seen what he had seen. There was corruption at the highest levels of government, demagoguery and pettiness. The Chamber of Deputies had failed in its duties and allowed the Federated States, as a whole, to become culturally corrupt as well.
No matter, he decided as he glanced around the room at the numerous officers and soldiers in their full-dress regalia. His men understood. They would trust him; they would assault the gates of Hell for Winfield, and he knew it. The truly religious folk, Winfield decided, would trust him too. Especially now that he had the backing of the Grand Church.
As he reached the lavishly-decorated chair, Winfield nodded and smiled nervously at the bishop, who nodded back. Winfield sat upon the chair and the bishop blessed him, leading the onlookers in a chorus of prayers.
The bishop proceeded to produce a crown, which he lay upon Winfield’s head as he pronounced, reverberatingly, “Field General Robert Scott Winfield, son of Jacob Winfield; By the Grace of the Gods, I declare thee Robert the First, Lord of the Red River, King of Kings, Conquering Lion of the Tribes of Atruriah, Emperor of the Federated States…”
The Military Annex
Federal City, Capital District
Lieutenant General Harrison Sturgis, Commander-in-Chief of the Federal Army, an obese, balding gentleman who looked twenty years too old to be in uniform, read the cable that had just arrived at his desk with shock. “Major Kitchener!” he yelled down the hall, as he rose from his chair. A young officer rushed in to the room, responding quickly to the General’s tone. He saluted but the General motioned angrily for him to stop. “Listen carefully. I need you to issue orders for the Army of the Red River, the Army of New Portugal, and the Army of the Veldt to fully mobilize. Then I need you to contact the Chamber of Deputies and request that they federalize the State Guards and Frontier Militias.
“Shit sir, that’s a heavy order, are we at war?” inquired the Major, excitement pouring out of his eyes.
“At war?” bellowed the General, “Gods-dammit boy, we’re not just at war. We’re at war with ourselves, General Winfield has betrayed the Republic. He just declared himself Emperor of the Federated States and he’s already taken the entire Central Region.”
“My gods,” whispered the Major in wonder.
“And if this dispatch from Intelligence means anything, Winfield plans to march on Federal City next,” shouted General Sturgis, as he shoved the papers into the Major’s chest.
Taking the papers in one hand and saluting with the other, Major Hardee ran off to accomplish the task at hand as quickly as possible.