Post by Greywall on Sept 1, 2023 14:37:36 GMT -5
Eleria
Emperor Gulliver watched as every drafted available man and Niaorin began their march North, the time had come, Galra wanted its debt paid back and Gulliver was prepared to do so. 300,000 troops poised to invade Elenria all part of a global plan the Autarch had to crush opposition to the SU and install a new world order. Gulliver was promised Elenria, vast fertile and rich land that has fed the Kumo empire for the past century. The ancient land would belong to him, how could he refuse such an offer, he was told the withering Inselni would likely surrender as they did in the 1860's and thus be an easy conquest with such a show of force.
The Samurai were still a thorn in his side, 45,000 of his troops were bogged fighting them and chasing them in the Eastern reach of Eleria, they grew in strength and number since the battle where Kumo, Frannerre and Ashinara sent aid. Hanzo was being smart, moving his forces and staying mobile and luring Gulliver into an offensive into the Eastern mountains. But Gulliver wouldn't bite, he also had to mind Imperator Lawerance out in the Western islands, and the fact many Elerians viewed his seizure of power as illegitimate. Many were silently supporting the return of the true Imperator, but until his massive army was dented, they remained silent.
Campbell his financial sponsor from Ulster-Gaelia flowed millions of pounds into the Elerian war machine but was at the end of the day the real power of Eleria, money and coin after all ruled with no true rival. Campbell was also pulling strings to set up Rufus McDonald's demise and demanded once the Galrans were satisfied for Lawerance to be killed off once and for all.
The Samurai were still a thorn in his side, 45,000 of his troops were bogged fighting them and chasing them in the Eastern reach of Eleria, they grew in strength and number since the battle where Kumo, Frannerre and Ashinara sent aid. Hanzo was being smart, moving his forces and staying mobile and luring Gulliver into an offensive into the Eastern mountains. But Gulliver wouldn't bite, he also had to mind Imperator Lawerance out in the Western islands, and the fact many Elerians viewed his seizure of power as illegitimate. Many were silently supporting the return of the true Imperator, but until his massive army was dented, they remained silent.
Campbell his financial sponsor from Ulster-Gaelia flowed millions of pounds into the Elerian war machine but was at the end of the day the real power of Eleria, money and coin after all ruled with no true rival. Campbell was also pulling strings to set up Rufus McDonald's demise and demanded once the Galrans were satisfied for Lawerance to be killed off once and for all.
Shiysil
Shiysil had been preparing for this moment for over a year, Frannerre was in chaos and the Tafatu were a struggling republic. Their invasion would be swift and successful, with a slurry of SU supplies coming over the border from Eleria now Shiysil was well armed and prepared for the invasion of Western Frannerre and Tafatu.
Detti
Those young bright eyes looked up with swelling pride and hunger for adventure as King Tatanoz stood before thousands of young men recruited into the Dominion Army, the Stratos Kyriarchias, Detti was prepared to invade the entire Grecian region. Invade Amali, invade Nevarra and build the empire they so longed believed belonged to them. The Detti Empire, preached and promised since the late 1800's would be reality and it would be this 'chosen' generation to finally make it reality. Over a million men, raw and young to old and aged were prepared to shatter peace a peace that has lasted in Ouhiri longer than any within the Grecian region. King Tatanoz proudly spoke "This shall be the beginning! An Empire that rivals the Reserians, the Grandusians, the Kumo and the world shall know it was done by you! And your actions!" the crowd of young men cheered and yelled some even demanding their rifles now, Detti had never fought a war let alone one of the scope that was coming. But that didn't matter, they were blind by ambition, greed and false promises from their allies in the SU.
Verak
There wasn't much fanfare in Verak, the massive Imperio Legio had its assignments and were moving in position, Emperor Octavius drank wine as a private concert of string players entertained him. To him, it was owed, restoration of the Empire long lost. Restoration of pride lost in the Dirian revolution. Restoration of his royal line as Emperors of the Southern way. But more importantly, the death of the Amali Republic.
Grinvel
The Kaiser looked at the massive hordes marching East and south with concern, Field Marshall Tyvia Mueller had done alot without telling him, mechanizing a monstrous military force and working very closely with the Galrans. Whenever the Kaiser asked his general, the general ignored the Kaiser simply stating, "Vengeance shall be done at last." The Kaiser's son Fiegler long now sobered up and cleaned up as the heir to the Black throne tried to push his father to stop what was happening, but the Kaiser shook his head. The Imperial Council, the Military leadership and high members of nobility wanted this. A war to finally end centuries of bloodshed in Eastern Reseria, a war to create the Grand Reich. Nothing would stop Grinvel now, not a damn thing.
FCA
Ivanova was well drunk and in what some would call, deep seeded regret. His army was being taken South and East, massive recruitment drives were about to become forceful drafts to send troops Northward into Seleucidina. "All Koian agents are prepared sir." Ivanova turned around to see his second in command, he nodded then laughed. "You ever heard of someone...killing their own people? I suppose not. Fear I am the first." He took another swig of the drink, knowing that by sunrise every single Koian rail line into Galra would be wide open thanks to the saboteurs and hundreds of thousands of Galran soldiers would enter the Koian Republic. Beginning the end. "I deserve hell, nothing more."
Galra
Applegate's breathing struggled and loudly announced itself to anyone in the room to the condition of the Galran Autarch, the so called Prophet of god, a man touched by the heavens. He was still bed ridden by his illness, but still ruled Galra, the public did not know of his condition it was kept secret from anyone not within the top branches of the Galran Imperial government. But Applegate still despite his illness felt it imperative to continue the last will of his god, the final crusade to cleave the filth from Ouhiri. At his finger tips was the most advanced military on the planet, the most powerful economic industry on the planet. He could not fail, he would not fail, the will of his god would be done and the powers that reject the new order would burn before him.
Applegate summoned his strength and ordered for his top general to enter his chambers, after a few moments General Archibald, supreme commander of all Galran forces would enter. Wearing his long blue uniform, a ceremonial sword at his hip and his own personal entourage of Inquisitor guards. As he approached and bowed to the prophet, the Autarch simply said one phrase. "Pandora Tomorrow".
That was all Archibald needed to hear, the moment he had been preparing the Imperial Army for had finally come. The Invasion, the war, in his twisted mind he could head the sounds of exploding artillery shells and rifle fire as the thought excited him. Archibald would be the man who conquered Ouhiri. As the general and his guards left, Applegate laid in his bed looking out a window overlooking the city of Columbia, "Let your hand guide us O lord, and burn the filth at last from your world."
Applegate summoned his strength and ordered for his top general to enter his chambers, after a few moments General Archibald, supreme commander of all Galran forces would enter. Wearing his long blue uniform, a ceremonial sword at his hip and his own personal entourage of Inquisitor guards. As he approached and bowed to the prophet, the Autarch simply said one phrase. "Pandora Tomorrow".
That was all Archibald needed to hear, the moment he had been preparing the Imperial Army for had finally come. The Invasion, the war, in his twisted mind he could head the sounds of exploding artillery shells and rifle fire as the thought excited him. Archibald would be the man who conquered Ouhiri. As the general and his guards left, Applegate laid in his bed looking out a window overlooking the city of Columbia, "Let your hand guide us O lord, and burn the filth at last from your world."
And so, the last days of peace came to Ouhiri. For what came would be called the era of War.