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The Osladian Empire


God Save the Tsar!


The following is taken from Dr. Igor Resnick's 'History of the Oslads: The Terrible War and Beyond'


Tsar Lubomir II Manevski and the Osladian Royal Guard and General Staff, circa 1918.


For decades historians, economists, and political scientists have debated and discussed the series of events leading to the Revolution of 1915 and the Terrible War. Both conflicts changed Osladian culture, politics, and society for decades to come and established a new order in Centra's political hemisphere.

After the death of his father, Nikolas III, Lubomir ascended to the throne in 1883 at the age of 26 years old as 'Lubomir II'. In the early months of his reign it became evident that Lubormir was not like his father, and was indeed opposite in many ways. While Nikolas has gone down as a reformist and 'liberator' with his banning of serfdom in 1863, Lubomir followed a far more traditionalist and conservative line. While his more rightist values had won him points within the military elite and nobility he had grown up around, it won him no favors among the new more independent and reformist lower class. In 1885 councilors and magistrates from the Boletarian ethnic centers protested at the Duma demanding not only representation within the Duma but also more autonomy and the right to establish their own workers unions. However all demands of representation had quickly been shot down by the new Tsar.

In foreign affairs Tsar Lubomir followed closely in the footsteps of his father, the strong Osladian-Survaekom tie being the only thing the two men shared in common. In a visit to the capital of the Grand Empire, Lubomir was stated to have praised the Empire's ability to keep such a broad ethnic spectrum without falling to chaos, and praised the Suravekom for their unity. These words of praise however, did not change his negative outlook upon the Boletarians within his own Empire. Another policy kept by Lubomir was the anti-Soroyan sentiments held by the state and a general resentment towards eastern states, believing they had allowed the 'uneducated rabble' to dominate a nobleman's political world.

Despite Lubomir's faults, the Tsar was also a strong environmentalist. In letters written to his brother, Grand Prince Andrev, Lubomir was prone to stating his jealousy towards his brother over his horseback tour of the Empire. The young Tsar was also known to pay close attention to the palace garden and often would hold entire cabinet meetings in the garden while he tended to the plants, stating that 'the mind worked better among god's creation'. Three months before the end of 1889, at the age of 32, Tsar Lubomir and Queen Vedrana announced the birth of their first son and heir, Grand Prince Anton.


Grand Prince Anton at the age of 26, circa 1915.


For the remainder of the latter years of the 19th century there is little to note on the actions of the Osladian state. However an air of tension had begun to hang over the Duma as Boletarian nationalism continued to see rise and violence in the east had become far more common than in prior years. These tensions came to a head shortly after New Years in January of 1900. After an official increase in tax for non-Osladians Wrenclaw faced protests from angered and subjugated Boletarians, these protests turned to violence shortly after a Osladian soldier retaliated to rocks being thrown by the protesters with gunfire, turning the peaceful protest into an outright riot. Boletarian rioters stormed the Wrenclaw garrison, killing ten Osladian soldiers and declared Wrenclaw a city in revolution. In Oslograde the Tsar had become infuriated with the 'savagery' of the 'Boletarian menace' and dispatched Imperial forces to put Wrenclaw to the sword and restore the peace.


Boletarian men and women turned to outright rebellion against the Osladian Empire, circa 1900.


Despite the enthusiasm and will to resist against Oslad, the defenders of Wrenclaw were not prepared for the wrath of the Empire. The siege of Wrenclaw lasted nearly a month, and in early March of 1900 the city was stormed by Imperial Osladian soldiers. By the end of the siege, over three thousand Boletarians laid dead in the streets of Wrenclaw and countless more injured and imprisoned or executed. The entire revolt would go down in history and the revolters would be remembered as martyrs against an ever increasing authoritarian monarchy.

Outside of the Empire the world was shocked by the brutality of the Imperial Osladian Army, earning the Tsar the title of 'butcher' and the armed forces 'apes' by Soroyans. However Tsar Lubomir stood by his decision and awarded the officers in command of putting down the Wrenclaw Rebellion for their service to the Osladian Empire. After the events in Wrenclaw a larger military force remained permanently stationed in Boletaria in the event of another rebellion during peacetime. However the damage had been done, and the Boletarians had 'learned their place' for the time being.

Incidents of violence did not end in Wrenclaw however. Across the Empire working conditions continued to falter and little had been done to compensate the industrial labourers for their dangerous work. In the agricultural sector farmers working on land they did not own faced equally unfair and brutal conditions, often making only 20-30% of their crop while the landlord took the majority of the yield. However, the largest qualm the everyman of Oslad held with the state was the lack of non-government created unions. This led to many complaints and protestations simply being washed over and swept under the rug, often without any notification being given to the Tsar or his cabinet of the complaints to begin with. Thus, illegal and underground unions began to organize and communicate with one another. This act of subtle resistance to the ridiculous labour conditions of the state began a war of espionage between the underground unions and the secret police of the Osladian state.

Since the days of Nikolas III the Department of State Secrets and Security (DSSS) had existed as an unmentioned department of the government, known only by the higher echelons of the state. A 'black budget' had been created specifically to manage the funding of this department and continue leaving the DSSS as a myth. Since the beginning of Tsar Lubomir's reign the department had grown extensively and secret offices had been established in Boletaria to oversee subversive actions against any underground organizations and circles of resistance. The department saw it's height in the years building up to the Terrible War, when socialists and unionists were at peak influence in the industrial sector of the Osladian Empire. During these turbulent years a cold war was fought between the two groups and infiltrator hunting had become an art.


Members of the Department of State Secrets and Security, circa 1905


The true origins of the Terrible War can be found in 1914, a year prior to the second revolution in Boletaria and the uprising in Novouvodsk that sparked the Osladian Civil War. In the summer of 1914 Grand Prince Andrev wrote a letter to Tsar Lubomir urging his brother to abdicate and allow Grand Prince Anton to ascend to the throne. Tsar Lubomir was now an aging man and with each passing year his beliefs and outlook became more outdated. Needless to say, the Tsar was outraged. He had loved his son, but his son was only in his twenties and had taken to liberalism like many of the young nobility had at the time. In a fiery letter Lubomir cursed his brother for being a 'fool' who had become idealistic like their father. From that point until his death in 1919 Lubomir and Andrev had minimal contact and the two had begun to resent each other.

Only 9 months later in March of 1915 would a second revolt spark in Boletaria. This time the revolts came prepared, supplied with arms from outside agents, and took Wrenclaw by force. While the bulk of the armed forces marched to fight the sudden Boletarian secessionists, communists took Novouvodsk and declared 'The Osladian Socialist Federation' with insurrectionist sailors taking the regional manor and forming a 'red militia'. In the following months Survaek would come to the aid of the Osladian Empire while Soroya would lay claim to the Boletarian cause, sparking what we know today as the Terrible War.


Red Militiamen tossing a portrait of Tsar Nikolas III onto a fire in Novouvodsk, painting by Sergei Lavostok.


In the next chapter we shall discuss the precarious situation the Osladian Empire faced in the early days of the Civil War and the Terrible War as well as the death of Tsar Lubomir, the military council that followed, and the ascension of Tsar Anton Manshevski I to the throne in late 1919.
This is developing nicely. Hey @Chairman Stein, mind if we play a little diplomacy, and share a bit, through Vancouver? I already wrote a bit about it in the RP, and I think it could be an interesting factor between our two nations.


Yea I'm sure we can work on something, drop me a PM and we'll chat about it.
I'll take Old Guard
My turn.

I select Homeland Devastated.


You're a bad person and you should feel bad.

I'll take Disassembled Empire and Oslad shall rise from the ashes once again!
Theo already knows I'm in so I don't really have a reason to post my interest but whatevs my dude.
Why does Korea exist?

Wait nevermind they lose independence in like 11 months.



Portland, Oregon.


Debate raged on within the Senate of the Cascades. Since the beginning of the Hochins administration little work had been done in officially colonizing and settling the British Columbian territory under Cascadian hands. The fact that scavengers and bandit gangs still had free reign over Vancouver led to political travesty for the Progressive faction of the Senate. However, a schism over the 'BC Crisis' was taking place within the conservative faction as well.

All conservative elements agreed that the overall colonization effort had failed under progressive policies, however Conservatives had long argued over how the issue would be resolved if a Conservative reached the Presidential Manor. The majority isolationist conservatives argued that the Republic would do best economically and militarily to simply pull out of the colonization effort and instead look to the more stable Idaho for expansion. The militarists, however, argued the plan should be continued under new military management, stating that the gangs would be put against the wall and scavengers sent away while the Republic's flag flew high over a 'new Vancouver'.

Within the Progressive circle the blame fell predominantly upon the lack of motivation the administration seemed to hold over British Columbia, with many Progressivists even supporting the hardline conservatives on more direct action in restoring Vancouver to her formerly glory. Thus, when the time came for a decision, it came as no surprise when the militarist elements of both parties won the majority vote on the issue.

Within a week after the vote, two Cascadian Frontier Battalions left Seattle on direct orders from High Command with the goal of 'putting down' Vancouver.


Painting by Thomas Brown, 'The Cascadian Cavalryman'.


Outer Vancouver, British Columbia

"You ever been this far north boy?"

Hamilton looked up from his can of what could only be described as 'brown meat' to look to the man who addressed him. He didn't know his name but he'd seen him before, a cavalryman in the 4th Riders Regiment.

"No, you?"

"Mhm, plenty of times." The Cavalryman replied, taking a long drag from his cigarette and looking away from the campfire into the darkness. "Vancouver's an ugly place. The old men in Seattle say once upon a time it was a huge city, fancy, like in the pictures."

"You believe'em?"

"I do. You gotta trust the words of the old timers. Not too many people are still around from the before times, the ones who did see before are just about gone. You know any old timers?"

Hamilton shook his head. He hadn't directly met anyone from before the war but he had seen some. Their skin a pale white and their hair usually matted and falling out each passing day. The elderly always reminded him of the election posters he'd seen of Nathaniel Birch in Portland, though Birch looked cleaner than most of the old people he'd seen in person.

"Shame, they got some neat stories if you ever stop to listen... When I was in hospice for a leg injury I got during a skirmish on the Idaho border an old woman was my attending nurse. Medics like her are a rarity now-a-days, hell, Medics in general are a rarity. Sweet little lady, tended to my leg like I was made a' glass. Wonder whatever came of her."

The cavalryman fell silent and his head fell downward, his eyes staring absently into the flames. Hamilton finished the last few bites of his meal and tossed the can out into the darkness, the sound of the aluminum clanged against a distant tree and caused a bird to spring from its nest. Soon the silence returned, only the sounds of crackling wood and a colony of frogs bleeping to the west towards the river.

"So, uh, where are you from?" Hamilton finally asked the Cavalryman, stirring him from his thoughts.

"Redmond, a little town not too far from the colonial border in Washington. You?"

"Portland, born and raised."

The Cavalryman gave a chuckle and nodded. "Portland's a fine town, a little too big for me though. I like the quiet life... The name's Ford, by the way."

"Hamilton, everyone calls me Hamish though." Hamilton replied, looking over Ford for a moment.

Ford was an older man, clearly a veteran of conflict. His eyes were sunken in and lines of age covered his vestige. His hair and moustache had begun to gray and his blue eyes seemed faded. Whoever Ford was, he had every look to imply a professional soldier.

"You got any family Hamish?" Ford asked as he stomped out the remnants of his cigarette in the grass.

"No, my mother died a few years ago. I, uh, never knew my dad."

Ford rose to his feet and put his hand into his jacket pocket, he leaned across the dying campfire and held out a picture to Hamilton. The picture was faded and in black and white, as most photos were. The man was definitely Ford, though his hair was slick and black and he held no facial hair. The other man in the picture was younger still, no older than his early thirties, and blonde. Both men were smiling. Ford took the photo and gently placed it back into his jacket before sitting down again,

"It might not look like it but that was me a few decades ago." He chuckled for a moment before continuing. "Jerry was my husband at the time. He ended up being a bit too energetic for my tastes though, ended up catching him with some university student from Tacoma and kicked him to the curb. Still can't believe I married him."

Hamilton nodded, his eyes looking upward towards the moon. "Our shift'll be ending soon."

"Mhm, my boys are part of the recon team heading into the city in the morning. If the reports are right it'll be hell dealing with the gangs. Every god damn street seems to have it's own wannabe warlord and none of'em take kindly to strangers in uniform."

"Well, hey, maybe I'll see you out there. Last I checked I've been drafted into the frying pan too."

Ford smiled as he rose to his feet, two more soldiers were approaching the fire. Both men seemed to be from the 23rd Mountaineers. "Well Hamish my boy, try not to die out there tomorrow. You seem like a good kid for a private."

"How'd you k-"

"I know a private when I see one. You all tend to have that 'fresh out of the training grounds' level of enthusiasm. Plus you actually talked about going into urban fighting with an eagerness." Ford said simply as he took another cigarette from his jacket and lit it with a match.

Before Hamish could say his goodbyes Ford had already begun walking back towards his company tend, illuminating a small auora of the dark with his lit cigarette as he was absorbed by the dark without a word...
Well if Dinh and Clock are good I'll get a post up tonight then likely. I've actually really been looking forward to this RP overall.
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You good fam.


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