MacabreFox

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@gcold Do you want to continue with the three of us?

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@gcold

That was my general impression about each of those Wars.

And don't forget Peaky Blinders ;D That's what we based our story around. I think the popularity comes from the fact this era wasn't heavily represented in media in comparison to the dominant presence of WWII-era, and any movies based in the Victorian era.

And thanks for the snooping =:3

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@MacabreFox

Well actually, the Central Powers (except the Ottomans really) weren't the bad guys, tbh

Each side committed horrific atrocities and straight up ignored the neutrality of other nations as it suited them. In the case of Iran, despite declaring neutrality right away, Britain and Russia split the country up between them and occupied it, which lead to famines and mass starvation throughout, or Greece where British and French troops occupied Thessaloniki as a staging point for operations in the Balkans.

So y'know, they all sucked. Only reason people today might call the central powers the "bad guys" is they lost.

@Monochromatic Rainbow

Ah well, when you put it like that, certainly. Then again, seeing as how I'm American, most know that our schooling is made to make us look good for our future generations in the eyes of young, bright pupils. There is a lot that I didn't necessarily learn about WWI, mainly due to my significant absent during that year when this was taught, and the fact that we only spent a week teaching on the subject. Much more was covered in WWII, which I admit is a shame.

Either way, I'm quite excited to have a go at this. I have a 1x1 that takes place a year after WWI.

And who doesn't love Scarface ;D

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@MacabreFox

Ooooooh I like this

Nice to see something with the Central powers!

@Monochromatic Rainbow

Although...who says we're the bad guys, eh? ;D

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@ConteAmarula Throwing this your way in case you might be interested in some WWI spy/espionage stuff :)

@kapuchu@Monochromatic Rainbow@Rtron@Fat Boy Kyle@The Ravenkiller@Mercenary Lord Also, the lot of you as well. Not sure if this is something any of you would be interested in, or perhaps know anyone else on the guild who is into this stuff. Thanks for looking though!

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

@Astarael42

What's the I looking thing Aleksandra's standing next to?

@Monochromatic Rainbow

If I interpreted the map correctly, the blue A is Adam, red A is Aleksandra, and the red I next to the blue A, is Isabeau.

The Jolly Roughers ~ Dervish & MacabreFox

While 'Conway' and Albert took to gazing upon the vast array of truly, curious items, Clara pulled Vera aside, and out into the hallway. There, the Frau uttered an annoyed sigh, her ivory cigarette holder bobbing up and down in her hand as she swiveled it with a certain degree of irritation. At first, Vera did not speak a word, for fear that Shay and her were found out. However, that did not seem to be the case, as the Frau moved to the opposing wall, and gazed steadily at her own reflection in a mirror trimmed in gold. Vera fidgeted with the hem of her blouse, uneasy at the idea of being alone with the lady of the house, especially without being in company of Shay.

"Do you love him?" Clara asked, the reflection of her face in the mirror showed that her gaze and switched to gaze back at Vera.

"Pardon me?"

"Conway, my dear girl. Do you love him?" With a crestfallen sigh, one that hinted at some past misfortune unbeknownst to her.

"Without a doubt in my heart, Frau von Goethe. May I propose the question as to what makes you ask me such a peculiar question?"

"Walk with me," Here she extended her elbow for her to take, to which Vera linked her arm without hesitating, "let the men be men, and stare in stupefied wonder at their whimsical trinkets." Together, with elbows hooked, the Frau and Vera set off down the hallway, the clack of their heels against the stone flooring being the only sound in the entire manor it seemed.

"I was young once, like you, but nay, not as lucky as you, I daresay. Shall I tell you the story of how Albert and I came to be?" Here, Clara cast a sideways glance at the woman on her, making certain that she paid close attention.

"I would be delighted to hear it. Please, go on." She encouraged.

"It is not a delightful tale, alas, it happened nevertheless. You see, my family, we hailed from Trier, one of the oldest cities in all of Germany. We were apart of the Uradel. And as such, we have been nobles in the Fatherland since time immemorial, as the saying goes. However, it is but a curse to be a Uradel as well, for there are far and few of us now living. We are but a dying breed. My ancestral line, up to about twenty years before I was born, my mother had to marry beneath her rank, for shame. The family money was dwindling due to the irresponsibility of her grandfather, squandered away in years of lucrative foolishness from gambling, drinking, and whores. When it came to me, our family was near destitute, the lack of funds made us near equivalent to the common man, save for our title. My mother was a resourceful woman, she used the curtains in our home for our clothes, for they were of the finest brocade at the time, and replaced them with inexpensive muslin. On the land where my family home stood, my father and brothers hunted for our food out of necessity, instead of it being for sport. By the summer of my 17th birthday, my mother left me in a perplexing situation when she announced my sudden betrothal to Albert. I wept for days on end, for I could not fathom a life for myself with a man I did not love, especially a man fifteen years my senior. And while she tried to soothe my heart with comforting words, I could not shake from my head the shock I felt at knowing my future. Needless to say, when we were married, I held resentment in my heart, even when our son was born, for I never loved Albert. In the very least, I do love my son with all of my heart. So you see, dear girl, the reasoning towards my bitterness towards you, and for that I apologize deeply." While she spoke, Vera held the Frau in a new light, a light of awe and surprise, one that left her shocked, and feeling deep sympathy towards the older woman on her arm.

"Frau-"

"Clara. There is no need for formalities now." The Frau interjected, and for once, a softened smile graced her lips.

"I am honored to hold privy to such astonishing facts about your life, I would have never expected such misfortune to befall you as it had." Vera returned, giving a gentle squeeze to Clara's hand.

"As a woman from the Fatherland, it is comforting to confide in a woman such as yourself, for I see much of myself in you. Before the war broke out, I participated in several of the women's suffragette rallies, I chained myself to government fences, donated what money I could siphon away from Albert, and even bailed out a few women from Holloway." With that she sighed, as if remembering a different time, a look of nostalgia descended over her, for her eyes grew distant as she gazed on ahead, and so they walked on in momentary silence.

Rather peculiarly, Vera caught sight of the aforementioned painting by Monet. And such, she reacted with pure curiosity, stopping Clara mid-step, and gestured with her hand for them to inspect the painting. "My goodness, what a beautiful replication." Vera commented offhandedly, pulling out of their hooked elbows, and approached the framed painting.

"Oh it is not a replication, not that one. That is the original by Monet himself. Albert insisted on purchasing it. He said it reminded him of our honey moon in Prague. There was a bridge much like this in one of the parks. I never cared much for it anyways." She added as she relighted her cigarette at the end of the holder.

"Truly? I would have never expected to see an original in a private collection." Vera mused, she would tell Shay as soon as possible.

"Mhmm. Well, dear girl, I believe our luncheon should be ready, let us collect our men, so we see that they don't forget to feed themselves proper, and then we'll make our way to the tea room." Clara said with a smile of newfound friendship.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

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Yep, lol. Sevine will probably also find herself with another fan. Solveig and Piper could start a club.

@Frizan

I see no down side to this. Maybe we can make Leif head of the fan club?

The Jolly Roughers ~ Dervish & MacabreFox

Dervs! I did some updating on the front page of the OOC. I added in a segment for Case Assignments, along with changing some of the titles for the men in the gang. Just thought I'd let you know. (:

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@Frizan FINALLY! Now Sevine has someone to tattle on about all of Sagax's life-threatening actions :D!