12th National Army "The White Dragons"

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Geography and people: The 12th Army is made up of Bingal and Gailzri volunteers. The bingal hold a majority of the officer ranks not due to favoritism but because they have been serving under Subutai since before the first battle of Saraat.

|Geographical Location of CLIQUE:| The 12th is taking part in the Delsai offensive.
|Cities:| They are currently garrisoning the city of Cho and a few of the surrounding towns. Cho is a moderate industrial city of roughly 140,000 citizens. The city's major industry is meat. Massive slaughter houses dominate the the northern quarter. Since taking the city the 12th have been purging royalist influence and putting power back into the hands of local bingal leaders. Thus far the region has been welcoming to Subutai and his men, celebrating an army lead by bingal officers as a type of folk heroes.

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Your Warlord:

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|Name:| Subutai Dao
|Title:| The First Dragon, Commander of the 12th
|Age:| 33
|Ethnicity:| Bingal
|Personal Ideology: | Blood and Iron Nationalism.
|Influence in the faction: | 15%
|Personality: | Outside of battle Subutai is usually quiet and brooding, some might even say sullen. He tends to keep his own counsel when dealing with the other leaders of his faction, preferring to listen carefully to all the arguments presented before acting. When he is roused however those around him learn an interesting fact. The First Dragon has no middle gears, going straight from taciturn to apoplectic rage with almost no warning.

Subutai holds great stock in loyalty. Giving it unconditionally to those who he respects and have helped him as well as expecting it in return. There are few depths he will not go to help his friends. He also tends to carry his weight in grudges against those he feels have wronged him or the cause.

On the battlefield he is impetuous and acts with dash and elan. Boisterously shouting orders while cutting a swathe through the enemy. His willingness to wade into battle borders on the worst sort of bloodlust and his advisors and honor guard do their best to protect him from his own worst tendancies.

|His/Her Virtue: | Daring Commander- Subutai leads his dragons from the front and will never ask them to preform a task that he would not be willing to do himself.
|His/Her Virtue: | Straitforward- Subutai has no time for subterfuge, flattery or any nonsense of the like. His word is his bond and the terms he offers are terms he'll stand by.
|His/Her Sin:| The Dragon's Ire- While brave and honest the first dragon is also brutal and unforgiving. Dealing harsh punishments to men who fail him and exacting terrible costs upon his enemies.

|History and Background:|

Born to humble herders in Delsai, Subutai left his family to seek adventure and fortune at the age of 18. What he got was life in the imperial army. He would quickly find himself frustrated by the hidebound manner the army operated, for despite several commendations for valor he never was allowed above the rank of sergeant. He left the army after the emperor's death, choosing not to join the army of the new republic.

He returned home for a short time until he learned of the white-shirt uprising. He began recruiting in his home province, building a core of former soldiers and youths drunk on tales of glory. They would arrive just in time for the defeat at Saraat. Though he would avoid capture his volunteer force was decimated. They began a guerrilla action in the region around the city. When the Lavanian forces stormed the city Subutai and his men joined the fray providing what intel they could to their unexpected allies.

During the winter reformation Subutai recruited heavily and used all the favor he had gained for his aid in the rescue of Yesui to make sure his men received the very best equipment he could cajole from their new benefactors. When the Delsai offensive was announced Subutai was among the first to volunteer to take part. He believes that given the right push his people will rise up and stand for the cause.

|Armed Forces:|
The 12th National Army - The White Dragons
Duty Strength 15,000 men

Drake Infantry Regiments 10,000 men

The white dragons have been completely reborn since the the storming of Saraat. With the superior equipment provided by Lavania and the influx of Gailzri volunteers what started as light infantry force has evolved into a heavy assault army.

Hunter Scout Battalions 1,500 men

Trained in fieldcraft and marsksmanship the Hunters are surgical scalpel to the hammer that is the 12th Army.

Dragon's Breath Walker Companies 1,000 men

Light walker


Heavy Walker
When Subutai first rallied his original band of fighters he promised them they would would throw off the old minga laws and ride into battle one day. With some help from the Lavanians he has made those words truth. These dragons of steel and steam will break the royalist cavalry in their maws.

The Iron Dragons 2,500 men

These loyal warriors are all that remains of the troops that first followed Subutai to join the nationalist cause. Having survived the crucible of the first battle of Saraat and redeemed themselves in the second, they have earned their veteran status with blood and sorrow. Outfitted with surplus Iron Infantry armor and weapons the Iron Dragons represent the very best of what the 12th army can put on the field.

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Lavanian Support Forces 1,000 men + Advisors
The Lavanians attached to the 12th army have so far been content to act in in advisory role and have spread their NCOs throughout the various units and the combat detachment has yet to enter the fray in earnest.

|Their finest hour:|

Subutai and his men had spent nearly a month fighting. Ever since the disaster of Saraat they'd been killing royalists at every opportunity. Their insurgent tactics had at first been focused on survival, but when the interrogation of a young royalist officer had revealed that Yesui Olya was alive though a prisoner. Subutai's focus had shifted with that revelation. Intelligence became the Dragon's goal. And after nearly a month of hunting they'd finally rung the last pieces of the puzzle from a now dead captain. It would take another week to prepare the rescue attempt. They would only be able to get Yesui out if at all, simply didn't have the manpower to free all their comrades. To be honest he wasn't sure he could manage freeing the Great Leader with what was at his disposal. Or keep her out of enemy hands if they succeeded.

Subutai sat in the command tent pouring over the intel for their rescue attempt, growing increasingly frustrated when one of his scouts came rushing in. "Commander!, Command-erk" Subutai had his hand clenched around the man's throat.

"What?" The word was quiet but full of menace. He loosened his grip slightly so he could speak.

"Th- The Lavanians are attacking Saraat Sir! They're openly announcing their support of the cause!"

Subutai released the man immediately and started roaring commands. "Get everyone up we're moving to support the Lavanian troops. Get me our best riders we nee to link up their command elements right away. They'll need Yesui's location if they're going to get to her before the royalist kill her to take her off the board. Move!"

|Their darkest hour:|

+Outside Saraat+
The shelling had gone on for what seemed like an eternity. Everywhere they looked all the white dragons could see was smoke and flying sand. Subutai had taken a piece of shrapnel to his left leg, nothing fatal but enough to slow him down and hinder his ability to fight properly. Then the Royalist shock troops came charging through the smoke, bayonets fixed and firing as they came. Tuan took a bullet through the nose turning her face to a bloody pulp as she fell. Gio and Fia were surrounded and stabbed to death. Subutai leapt to his feet sword in one hand and his pistol barking in the other.

After an hour of brutal fighting they'd pushed the royalists back at terrible cost. A cheer rose from the Dragons only to have strangled moments later when the wind picked up and smoke of battle was cleared. Another wave of royalists were moving to engage and all around their fellow white-shirts were being overrun. Subutai cursed the ignominy of it. He'd lead his friends into the nationalist movement just in time to see it snuffed out. Choking back his rage he shouted to what was left. "We've been beaten here, but we are not lost. Retreat, retreat and know we will return to the fight once more." They lost even more in the fighting withdrawal, those that survived the battle would suffer instead at the cruel hands of the desert.

|Other Important People inside the Clique:|

Xiao Feng, Captain of the Iron Dragons (32)- Xiao and Subutai were sergeants together in the same regiment of the Imperial Army. Having saved eachother's lives on numerous occasions. Jovial and gregarious to Subutai's reserved brooding they are none the less life-long friends. When Subutai formed the White Dragons he reached out to Xiao to be his second in command. Now Xiao commands the elite Iron Dragons and does his best to watch his friend's back.

Dia Gao, Drake Infantry Lieutenant (23)- An extremely motivated young woman. Dia has every intention to earn a place in the Iron Dragons by proving her valor in the Delsai campaign.

Sankei Kai, Walker Company Captain (27)- Sankei is head and shoulders the best walker commander in the 12th Army. His ability to push his machines well past their specifications and his knack for targeting would have seen him in good stead with lesser vehicles. With the advanced Lavanian walkers he seems nigh untouchable. A fact that has given rise to a cocky streak a mile wide and disregard for authority that is bound to cause problems going forward.

Antonio Faberio, Lavanain Major (41)- The lead advisor assigned to the 12th. Antonio is a fussy man with a fussy little mustache that seems constantly under foot. While his advice is rarely bad it is often delivered in the most condescending manner possible.

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The city of Kuorno is founded by Belzarov Emigrants following the rise of the socialists to power. It was a normal town founded centuries ago by missionaries from Belzarov. As time went on businessmen and other men slowly migrated there, with a recent boom in arrivals. Clergy, scientists, officers, soldiers, clerks, nobles, and many, many more came due to fear of persecution by the socialist regime and build a new prosperous home in mimicry of that which they lost. That said, the industrialization of this little enclave That said, many converts or simple folk of the Empire in search of work have flocked here and have been more or less welcomed. The mountainous region is full of ores and has a decent population, and the power of the Khaganate from Kuorno has come to dominate much of province. Under the leadership of Lord Kuang Grigori Valikhanov, they have united as the Great Khaganate to make a considerable military-industrial force for the Royalists.

|Geographical Location of CLIQUE:|
The clique has influence across most of the Zhendao province, with their "capital" region and main territories at the north mountain ranges of the province.


|Cities:|
Kuorno - this is the greatest city of the Khaganate, it is populated mostly by people from Belsarov. It has great wealth of industry, resources and knowledge. It is a railroad hub connected to much of the rest of the country's railroads. In here the best minds from Belsarov live, having escaped their home knowing the evils its occupiers have in store for them.

Tangikuom - another city of the Khaganate in the North-East it's only considered urban because of how many people live in it. The truth is that Tangikuom is about ten or twelve villages in extreme proximity which is why it has so few factories, but also so little squalor and slum-life.

Zhuxuan - This is a city in the South-West born a few decades ago as a result of it being the intersection of various railroads. It is of great value to the Khaganate since when combined with Kuorno, it allows Khagan Grigori to send troops and reinforcements wherever he so desires at moments notice... provided it is connected by rail.

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|Name:| Grigori Kvang Valikhanov
|Title:| Formerly Baron of Tartalu in Belsarov, now Great Khagan.
|Age:|47
|Ethnicity:| Mixed origins with a Mingan father and a mother from Belsarov.
|Personal Ideology: | Paternal National Populist Conservative Autocracy
|Influence in the faction: | He has considerable influence in his faction, particularly by the fact that purging him would be hundreds of times more costly than reluctantly keeping him around. Though his insanity and other traits make sure he never has the ear of the Imperial court itself, its advisors frequently discuss him and his ventures. About 1-6%
|Personality: | Grigori is quite literally a madman with dozens of mental conditions applicable to him. He believes he is a God-sent prophet here to destroy the forces of disorder, revolution, and chaos. Despite this insanity and craziness he is an expert strategist, administrator, accountant, manipulator and speaker allowing him to be an excellent warlord.
|Chastity:| Grigori has very few desires in life beyond seeing the enemy destroyed, living frugally and personally. In fact much of what is known about him is enigmatic rumour, making the jobs of assassins, deceitful diplomats, and other such personalities.
|Diligence:| The Khagan has perfect photographic memory, augmenting it with the method de loci in the few times it is not sufficient by itself. In addition he is very well capable of doing multiple tasks at once like speaking to a dignitary and plotting campaign attack plans at the same time.
|Wrath:| The Khagan is a brutal man, and will not rest until his enemies are exterminated, and this means there is little remorse even to potential assets that can be persuaded to defect. The worst of fates is by foreigners that his forces capture; many volunteers for the republicans, nationalists and communists find themselves living for an abysmally long week as they are slowly turned into a paste, experimented on, and paraded for all to see what joining the wrong side gets you.
|Pride:| The Khagan is quite full of pride and rarely willing to retreat from a position his forces hold. His opinion of himself and his side is far too high and when someone is incapable of accomplishing a task he set them out to do he will often take it as a personal insult and an offence worthy of execution.



There were two star-crossed lovers, Kuang Yarikou and Maria Stahlhardt. One from Zengrav, the other Belsarov, they were a strange but accepted couple save for the fact that nobility across borders would have issues with inheritance. However, at a young age his father died, assassinated by communist swine that injured the three year-old Grigori in the head. As he grew now in his mother's land, it seemed his intelligence had not diminished but his inter-personal and intrapersonal skills had. As the boy grew he frequently got into frequent fights with others boys and was repeatedly the victim of bullying at his prestigious schools, until he maimed his irritators. A slow spiral of mental health went to the boy as he became more and more reclusive, his doctors, mother, tutors, and Priest becoming the only real contacts he had well into his teens.

He emerged a strange, quiet young man to go into a military academy. There he excelled, surprisingly somewhat socially adequate now. He rose through the ranks of the military in his home, becoming famed for being a quick thinker remembering key facts and being able to command various posts at once.

However disaster struck, and the red plague appeared. At home he fought the red menace, gaining many injuries including another to his head in the time.

At last, he was forced to leave. He lead a great exodus of the Belsarov diaspora to the East, creating a new home. There in depression and anger he stewed, becoming a recluse once more save for the occasional act of sabotage or coercion to defect of prominent scientists or agents and commanders in now socialist Belzarov.

However, the chance for redemption came. Civil war broke out in Zengrav too. He emerged from his self imposed exile, and rallied the people of Kuorno. He swiftly assumed control and restored law and order to the riotous regions around his city. He created a small enclave, but just as the royal forces thought he was another part of the rebellion he pledged for them, declaring himself to be a Holy Khagan, a lord from the past sent to destroy the forces of revolution and chaos for the good of Zengrav and mankind. Now, he fights.....

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The Khiberian Riflemen:



The Khiberian Riflemen are a regiment made up almost entirely of Belzarov men (admittedly a large portion born in Zengrav or the rest of the Belsarov diaspora). They have advanced often hand-crafted rifles and pistols each with a scope in addition to magnifying apparatuses within their gasmasked helms. They always have good reserves of foodstuffs, water, varied ammunition for both of their firearms, finely crafted blades, light but very protective armour that makes little to no noise. This force is excellent for guerilla warfare destroying forces several times large than them through a death of thousand papercuts.

The Uragan Mortars:



The Uragan bombards are a devastating contraption the design and schematics of which was brought over to Zengrav from Belsarov. The four-barrelled artillery piece comes in a variety of forms and calibres from mortars, to howitzers, to heavy guns, to anti-tank and anti-air cannons, each of which the Khagan has a division of. The core similarity between each model is that it has four barrels and each loaded by itself fired in succession. The effect is that each piece of artillery fires at a semi-automatic rate, whilst not losing accuracy or range. They are very heavy and hard to transport and are subsequently carried along by carts and horses. Though the NCO commanding each piece is from Belsarov or the diaspora, the crew is ultimately native. Particularly frightening is the variety of munitions used from air-bursting grapeshot, to firestorm shells, to simple explosive ones, to the strange, toxicly corrosive and asphyixiating gas shells so new to the land of Zengrav with no protection available to the backwater rebels.

Tashkas:

With the industry of Belsarov focused on producing small-arms and artillery, a substitute for the mainstay of mechanization in the army of the Khagan are the Tashkas. Pedigree horses drugged to the point of becoming monsters pull men either from Zengrav or Belsarov in metal carts who wield grenades and machine guns - or in some cases flamethrowers - to harass the enemy, provide support to infantry and carry supplies through the heat of battle.

The Brass Engine:

One of the more bombastic armaments of the Khagan, this is a looted train converted into becoming a nightmare of war. It has many armoured troops compartments, various artillery, HMG, and anti-air turrets, supply wagons, and a front plate that will smash through most barricades and even some rockslides made as an impediment.

Shtoika Hybrid planes:

These planes are a (for Zengrav) new high flying design sent over by a Belzarov defector, it takes a hybrid role between bomber and fighter being able to do both roles though neither not nearly as good as a dedicated fighter or bomber. However a good trademark of them is simultaneously powerful armour, and good fuel efficient speed if slight lack of maneuverability. The pilots are mostly ethnically from Belzarov, but like the Zengrav born ground troops of the Khaganate they are fed a considerable amount of drugs to give them a great edge in dog fights. Not to mention the effect on morale a rebel pilot will feel when a Khaganate pilot contacts them through radio screaming and giggling how he will bite out their spleen and lead a strafing run on their children.

The Bronze Hordes:

This is single largest and (arguably) cohesive of the Khagan's forces, the bread and butter so to speak. The lost and the damned, the dirty and disgraced, the greedy and the savage, the sadists and criminals, the refuse of societies. These men are dirty fighters with decent if not professional fighting experience. They often have crude, but multiple and powerful weapons often with no uniform set of equipment for each unit. What is lost by lack of professionalism is usually more than made up for by a gruesome balance of drugs turning each man into a monster not caring if artillery lops off their arm or if a shotgun blast was just delivered centre-mass. Quite often they will have horses that like them are filled with a variety of drugs to turn them into monsters of legend. They are a unit effective at all roles, the horde swallowing up tanks, fortifications, and enemy troops to come out better and stronger, or brutally defending positions to the death.

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The position of the Khagan's forces was encircled. The communists were all around them and soon they would charge and annihilate them. In the trenches many prayed but the more cynical thought that little good it would do them. Perhaps they were right, the enemy had superior positions, more heavy weaponry and numbers ranging from twice to ten times as much as the Khagan did here. It seemed ironic that such a promising warlord would fail at only his third fight.

In the distance Grigori heard their chanting.



Angrily, he drew his sword and descended from what passed as a bunker in the backwater land of Zengrav. He went to the lower trenches, a few of his aides tagging along behind. It happened that he walked onto the scene of a nay-sayer, one of the local Mingans enlisted in the Khaganate forces. He was saying something about how it was inevitable the cray bastard of a warlord they had would get any of them out alive, but he didn't finish his sentence. All over his comrades his brains were splattered with only his lower jaw left in his head; Grigori calmly replaced the used round of his five-shot derringer and walked on as if he had not just taken a life.

He climbed up the dirt, and standing in front of the Khaganate and Zengrav flags drew his motorized szabla in addition to his pistol. Already his position for his speech was drawing attention and the incessant enemy artillery and machine-gun potshots redirected into his approximate location. No matter, bullets whistling overhead and into the flags or explosions behind him would only make his heroic appearance greater.

"Hear me, loyal soldiers. Over there the communists are. They writhe and wheeze in agony that their pathetic system already inflicts upon them. Their slimy hides want to inflict upon Zengrav the evils they inflicted upon my home of Belzarov! But I tell you it should not be. It was said to me by God, but the eternal truth, that we shall prevail. The communists are evil incarnated and they will try their best to annihilate all that is good in this world. They already try to do so in the lands they hold and now they want our deaths. But I ask fo you, will we simply let them kill us? Will we fail where others have not?"

Grigori gave a slam of his motor-blade on an emptied barrel for a loud din and then screamed.

"I ask of you, will we fall?"

"No!"

"I ask of you, shall we best the animals that want to end our lives, cultures, faiths, hopes, and dreams?"

"No!"

"What shall we do to them?"

At this point a chorus of uncoordinated responses came, and Grigori gave a primal roar before cutting the air with his sword. "Charge!"

The men who had them affixed bayonets, other grabbed at grenades or lead pipes or some nasty improvised weapons. Pistols were readied and swords drawn, clips loaded and safety locks disengaged. As one they ran at the red filth. Though few knew, the majority of the men had earlier consumed a solution of drugs that would make them angrier, fiercer, stronger, more reactive, while marching bands behind them kept pace and played pieces of heroism and glory to pump and boil blood. But in truth, such heroism was all in their hearts.

The enemy bombarded them, rifles and machine guns sent enough bullets to block out the sun but still they ran. A few tanks rolled forth and managed to get a volley forth to vaporize some men but quickly they were swarmed, prying men ripping off the top hatch, hopping in and slicing or bashing and chopping the treacherous communists within until they were naught more than a red paste. The Khaganate forces soon got to the enemy hill trenches, and the almost phalanx-like assembly of bayonets they prepared at such short notice was impressive. It didn't help them. The Grigori's men smashed into them like a shoe onto an errant spider. The defenders tried, but they were overwhelmed. One by one the red flag of the communists was replaced by the Khaganate tricolor. When the last red was dead, - executed while begging for his treasonous life - Grigori once more climbed the highest hill he could find. His ear was torn into something nasty and he had several holes in him where his armour failed. He didn't say anything, and he didn't need to. He simply raised his sword, and gave a triumphant scream that would echo across the lands.

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The forces of the Khaganate had done well to overwhelm the city of Xianjuo, but it was unsurprising. While the gold vaults and the gas tankers in it were valuable, the nationalists had not been able to get enough men there on time. They had a token force of at most two hundred, and most of it was holed up in the bank. Grigori had one of his best negotiators speaking to them, but so far to little avail. These men were the 'moderate' nationalists, the ones who had just so recently been with the monarchists. Their treachery made them deserve death but there were other considerations for the moment.

Grigori was now outside of the bank himself watching the exchange of the two sides. The nationalists were asking for... too much. Full amnesty and happy lives or free escape to wherever they liked. Neither of these was possible in their entirety and an impasse was at this point getting ever closer. The Whites were getting angry, and starting to throw insults. Storming the bank was the likely outcome and a simple one, but Grigori had his advisors insist on peaceful attempts first. They did well for publicity.

However the attempt was made and he nonchalantly drew his sword, expertly picking his teeth with a metre long weapon in anticipation. Reluctantly the negotiator conceded, since the nationalists inside stopped replying to his shouts and he gave his approval for the attack. Waving his hand for his trusted men to follow, Grigori went inside. While everyone prepared for a firefight there was none. In fact, the bank seemed mysteriously empty. "Come and play!" The Khagan shouted, giving a few experimental waves of his blade. He was very surprised when he happened upon the vault, which was wide open and more importantly empty. Not a single penny was left and he fell to his knees at the sight. Men joined him in looking and after realizing what they saw had very similar reactions.

Angry, the Khagan stood up. He began to storm out of the building but stopped when he saw two rather curious sights. One was a carpet of the bank moved aside to reveal a hatch to the sewers, which he was sure his men did not do. The other was that all the gas-lights were disturbed, many with wiring going towards them. A lot of wiring went to the central clock of the bank. Not quite realization, but teacher suspicion dawned. Giving a quick glance side to side, he yelled "Everyone out!" before himself sprinting out of the building. Most of his men followed, but a few confused ones remained. As the firestorm erupted they did not live to see their folly. Grigori laughed, his insanity permeating through the situation before he relaxed, and with a smile examined the scenario. He looked about and saw the gas lights on the street were also disturbed and burst out laughing, falling on the ground. Moments later the whole city was engulfed in flames.

By some miracle that served to reinforce his prophetic image the Khagan had survived. The charade had four of his tanks exploded and more than a thousand men incinerated, not to mention the industry if the city left in ruins and the gold vaults emptied. While this event would gain a small amount of popularity with commoners for him the Imperial court would be dissatisfied. Still, he was alive, and that was what mattered. It would appear that for these white bastard upstarts he would have to bring in the Uragaan mortars....

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Ivan Nikiferovich - Lord-Scientific of the Khaganate, he is the one responsible for constantly improving and designing the drugs, chemical weapons, torture devices, and other technical edges of the Khagan's dominion.

Serje Prokhorov - Lord-Militant of Belzarov, he is a disgraced general from the old country who despite an excellent track record of war was blamed for the loss of a battle where a turncoat Colonel opened fire with artillery from a flank. Grigori however witnessed his talent and decided to take him in and let him be a key leader in the military of the Khaganate.

Zhu Xenrang - Lord-Intellectual, he is responsible for the quite impressive array of spies that the Khaganate has. However, more useful is the large array of radio specialists and code breakers allowing the Khaganate to intercept and replace enemy communication while defending their own.

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|Geographical Location of CLIQUE:| The Commonwealth Legation Cities
|Cities:|
Zang-Quin Ambassadorial District - The center of power for the Arcanain Legative & Diplomatic territories. Includes the Gubernatorial Mansion, where the Military Governor resides, the headquarters for the 19th Infantry Regiment, and the largest merchantine port in southern Zengrav.
Tezpa Legation Quarter - A legation district in the city of Tezpa. Includes a legation office, the primary port for the Royal Navy Coast & Riverine Squadron, and the lashing port for the Royal Aeromarine Zengrav Squadron.
Wuetong Legation Quarter - A legation district in the city of Wuetong. Includes a legation office, the headquarters for the 513th Armored Battalion, and the headquarters of the 21st Infantry Regiment.
Queng-Tan Administrative Area - A small, city block-sized area with a tiny garrison and skeleton crew of supply officers and paper pushers.

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|Name:| John Forster Alcock
|Title:| Brevet (Br.) Major General Alcock, Military Governor of the Arcanain Legation Sectors
|Age:| 51
|Ethnicity:| Arcani (Highland)
|Personal Ideology: | Staunch Social Conservative and Republican. Envisions a constitutional monarchy with a strong, centralized representative parliament, not unlike Arcanain’s own system.
|Influence in the faction: | 11%
|Personality: | General Alcock is inherently a kind and caring man. His demeanour is often amicable and outgoing, with an ever-present warm quality about him. He, in his age, gives a paternal aura, a fatherly quality no doubt from raising five children of his own and having been happily married for nearly 32 years. However, he is rather bigoted, if not by his own choice, but his upbringing and outlook. He feels obligated to ‘assist’ the people of Zengrav in establishing a constitutional monarchy like the powers of the Commonwealth.
|His Virtue: | Blind Kindness - General Alcock is, as said, very kind. He is charitable and fatherly, taking his belief from the books of the Orthodox faith itself, to “aid the unfortunate, care for the sick, and guide the blind”.
|His Virtue: | Diligent Officer - General Alcock is an effective officer of the Arcanain Royal Army. He is an efficient administrator, and one of the best strategists of the non-infantry services, owing to his assignment to the Legation.
|His Sin:| Ethnic Vainglory - Despite his kind demeanour and outward warmth, General Alcock does not have a high view of the people of Zengrav, primarily due to their infighting and severity of such. He believes this owes to their ethnic inferiority in administration and cooperation, and that they must be aided by those more capable.

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The history of the ALDT begins four years before the present day. In the year 4036 A.C. (After the Coming) in the Orthodox Calendar, former republican fighter Yesui Olya murdered a Sairish tourist and injured another before looting the deceased one’s bloodied shirt. The papers in the Commonwealth went wild with the story, calling for all tourists to avoid Zengrav, and for the monarchs of the Commonwealth to intervene.

The ensuing riots and looting caused by tensions from refugees entering Zang-Quin along with the refusal of foreign passenger ships to transport them to asylum abroad forced the hand of the Commonwealth. The Sairish acted first, committing 10,000 men to the expeditionary force. The Geisel followed suit, with 11,000. Even Willem VI, the notoriously patient and stalwart king of Arcanain was forced to intervene as the legation quarter in Zang-Quin was stormed by thousands of protestors, committing first 5,000, but soon increased the number to 10,000.

As an entire corps of foreign troops steamed for the capital, the republicans who barely held onto the capital and coastal cities welcomed the help. As the standards of the Geisel Reich, Sairished Empire, and Arcanain Kingdom waved over boats and airships, protestors scattered. They eventually occupied all six major cities on the coast, including the capital. After two weeks, republican leaders agreed to an amendment of the Unjust Treaties, allowing bloated garrisons and diplomatic districts in all six coastal cities, while extending the lease of this territory for another 25 years.

The foreign corps was dissolved thereafter, with collective forces decreasing slightly. Soon after, King Willem VI of Arcanain died of tuberculosis. His son, Liam III ‘the Progressive’ of Arcanain was coronated, and though he mostly maintained his father’s policy of garrison, he did slightly again decrease the legation force to 5,000. However, as he did such, the Red Turbans declared their independence, once again threatening Commonwealth assets. A capita of 8,000 troops was permitted, and one Colonel John Alcock, commander of the Royal Armored Corps logistics regiment, was breveted to Major General and appointed military governor of the newly formed Arcanain Legative & Diplomatic Territories in Zengrav.

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