The Gate

Welcome to The Gate, or Medieval Fantasy Rape Time. The 20th century has brought with it many great things: industry, urbanization, medicine and most importantly war. The turn of the century saw to the Greatest War the World has ever witness. Hundreds of thousands fell to deadly and impersonal tactics and technologies. To the victor the spoils and to the loser ruin.

It is the morning of October 25th, 1939. The allied powers sit complacent in their past victory. France sports one of the largest armies in the world and holds an impressive defensive border with Germany, the Maginot line.

On the other side the 3rd Reich has risen from the devastation and humiliation of the Great War into one of the world's largest industrial powers in but a few short years. Their power is great, their ambitions even greater.

Back across France and over a narrow channel of water seats one of the Greatest Maritime Empires to have ever existed. Their influence and reach reaches across the world, old colonies now free see them as friends and allies while they themselves hold their own industrial might.

Across a greater stretch of ocean a sleeping giant fights off an internal sickness, but its inherent powers reverberate throughout the world. This young nation, the United States of America, has grown exponentially since its founding, great tycoons compete to produce one of the most powerful industrial powers. This country, while young holds, boundless potential its limitless acres slowing growing into steel monstrosities.

To the far east, another emergent power grows unchecked. The Empire of Japan has grown in the past 2 years, its ancestral lands no longer enough for them. Its neighbors held witness to their brutality and ferocity as the far east runs red and even with the bloody conquest in China the Empire greedily sets its ambitions beyond the horizon.

A strange portal has opened in secret to one of these great nations. A portal to a new and mysterious world that their respective governments will assuredly seek the new virgin lands. Research has been conducted on the inner workings of the gate. Cameras have been sent through to reveal a forest clearing to a large river. Live scouts have been sent through and confirmed that radios do function across the other side. However, Command dares not venture far from the portal.

The portal is Open for 1-2 mins at a time, and requires a month to recharge. Now command wants YOU sir to lead an expedition to establish a base of operations which may lead to future colonization.

NOW SIR, YOU ARE?



A.) Obersturmbannführer of the 5th Wehrmacht Battalion to the Glorious 3rd Reich.
B.) Lt. Colonel of the US 8th Infantry Battalion
C.) Lt. Colonel of England's 75th Infantry Battalion
D.) Lt. Colonel to France's 45th Infantry Battalion
E.) Honorable Rikugun-Chūsa of the Empire of Japan's 5th Infantry Battalion
F.) Russia I Guess

Hey sorry, i can't change join status, but the spots reserved. Sorry friends.

I shall be A) and bring racial purity to the fantasy wurld

August 25, 1939. 7:00 PM. Outskirts of Berlin.

The thunder of applause dies down as the black-dressed man would take the podium. His uniform, like the uniforms of every man sitting in the massive underground dining hall, was pitch black and magnificently tailored. The shiny ribbons and insignia marking his uniform emphasizing the importance of his status.

The Reichsführer of the SS and second-in-command to Adolf Hitler, Heinrich Himmler stood in front of the entire procession a wide smile on his face as he addressed his audience. Scientists, soldiers, politicians were all in attendance awaiting his final word.

"Ladies and Gentlemen- we are at the dawn of a new age, of new prosperity, of new conquests. Our work has finally come into fruition today, the work of the Thule Society and our scientists will lead the Aryan peoples to greatness and it is my hope that we can use what has been uncovered here as a means of gaining an advantage in the coming years, as our nation marches to war under the guidance of the Führer. "

"Our first expedition to this land will set forth before the end of this day," another thunderous applause rocks the underground conference. "Now, I bet you wish to meet the commander of the expedition, Welcome-"

>A political officer of the SS. You received military training in you past, but it was your skill in word play and speech craft that swayed your allies and made your enemies complacent. Your oratory skills landed you this position, and your peers trust your abilities to lead.

>Oberst, a hardened veteran. Having risen to your rank by virtue of military experience and tactical insight, as well as quite a bit of first-hand combat experience, the high command see you as a commander most fit to brave the new world.

>A brilliant engineer. Having attained an education in several mechanical fields before entering the military, as well as a few courses in more scientific matters, you were a shoe-in for the Wehrmacht's military engineers. Though you aren't as savvy politically or militarily, the high command has deemed you worthy of your rank.

>Other, please specify.

I'll also need a name.

Oberst, Felix Herzog

Felix Herzong, battle-scared veteran of Germany's wars. You trodded through the mud and blood of war and watched many comrades and enemies fall around you. You rose through the ranks gaining experience and rank to lead your own and have finally been given this monumentous position. However not all soldiers are made equal in that you were:

>An soldat in the Wehrmacht, you were there in the trenches. You remember it all, the shelling, the disease, the charges, and the gas. You watched men die around you and made death a close friend. A myriad of scars both mental and physical are about you. As such your ferocity and resolve are one of the greatest in the Reich, and your skill in hand-to-hand combat tempered in the trenches.

>A hunter, a killer, a sniper. As veteran Gebirgsjäger, you are an efficient, impassive, and cold instrument of death. Your skill with a rifle and a scope are unparralled. Fearsome officers boasting there medals and titles were mere targets and marks among the trenches. Weeks and months in the countryside have made you skilled in the arts of tracking, stalking, and survival by any means.

>Panzergrenadier. Or at least back in the Great War, a grenadier. You are large and imposing, your stature demanding respect and loyalty in your allies; fear and hesitation from your enemies. You are a poster child for the Aryan race. A perfect and beautiful specimen, capable of taking heavy blows, and giving it right back. You have personally led valiant charges while being the most impressively equipped. Afterwards you broadened your mastery of heavy ordinances.

Goliath drones weren't put into service until '42

Goliath drones weren't put into service until '42

Why don't you shaddup, it was prototypes, same with your MP40

...rest of the S.S. burst through the trees.

Theres like 2 other guys, and your in the smoldering ruins of a village, in the plains.

I thought there were 8 and i was with four? and grass how bout that