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William Fraser


Location: Port Annan
Skills: N/A



William willingly raised his glass to join the toast, smiling widely before taking a drink of the whisky still in glass. It took a lot of his social poise to stop himself from raising an eyebrow as the young lady pushed away her drink. The concern in her fiance's voice as he turned to her, cupping her chin, seemed genuine, and indeed William had no reason to think it wasn't. He smiled politely as Lord Rutherford rose and made his way to the bar, turning back as Lord Egerton spoke. At the mention of Soulless attacks, his ears pricked up slightly. He had gone so far as to open his mouth, eager to inquire, and find out more about these attacks, when he caught Millicent's reaction out of the corner of his eye. The question died on his lips. He smiled at the woman as kindly as he could as she spoke, her voice faltering.

He turned as he heard footsteps approaching the table, seeing that Rutherford had returned. The air seemed to chill slightly as Rutherford spoke, addressing Egerton, and William found himself questioning the strength of the relationship between the two. He wished he had been more perceptive during their exchange already, blaming the atmosphere for dulling his senses slightly. He vowed to watch the two men more closely in the future, as Rutherford had seemed to chastise Egerton, no doubt defensive of the fragile nature of his soon-to-be wife. William couldn't help but feel a slight tug at his heart, and although he knew it may not be his place he determined to do what he could to calm down, or at least distract, Millicent. Turning to her, he smiled again, leaning forward slightly.

"I a truly sorry to hear of your loss, Madam. I've lost family of my own to the Soulless, and I remember how raw the wound was when it was fresh. I assure you, the pain of grief will fade, time is the greatest healer, and you can use the strength of your new husband, as well as your own!"

Straightening up again, William resolved himself. The showman in him had been itching to perform ever since he had first stepped amongst the crowds within the tavern, and the scratch had become increasingly difficult to ignore. Rising to his feet, William placed his nearly-empty glass down on to the table. Looking to Rutherford, taking him as the de facto leader of the group.

"Your romance has inspired me. If you mean to wed soon, it would be my honor to join with you both, and lend my own talent to your celebration. I have my fiddle with me, and it would be a privilege to attempt to capture such love with music."

"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Spring of 1800




1st of January

As the new century dawns, war continues to consume Europe. The army of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar reaches the walls of Larymnas, and for the second time, the capital of The Kingdom of Sescos is besieged. King Pieter Mรกtyรกs takes command of the defense, calling for aid from those who have already condemned Dashkatar at the Conference, even while he rallies his own soldiers. He also sends a messenger to the army of The Redcliff Empire, still in the lands of The Republic of Oflua just to the east, imploring them to abandon their self-serving war and instead join against the threat of The Eternal Hadeen. The garrison is experienced, and determined, but the formidable defenses of the city still bear the scars of the First Siege, and the Dashkatar army is hungry for a quick victory.

3rd of January

A colonial expedition of The Three City's Republic of Ianian embarks from the nation's homeland. Their voyage will take them along the same route as the fleet that set off just a few months earlier, skirting the southern coast of Africa and to the far east. But while the fleet sailed in full support of The Empire of Attolia, this colonization could almost be perceived as a threat, settling lands in what is quickly becoming Attolia's colonial stronghold. Regardless, the journey will take some months, but the bright-eyed voyagers are full of hope and trepidation.

6th of January

While the army of The Redcliff Empire continues to languish, seemingly without orders, the forces of The Kingdom of Ilastiri is not so idle. Rallying the armies of The Republic of Oflua to aid him, it is General Andrei Obnizov, of Ilastiri, that takes command of the defense. The Redcliff army has only faced a heavily-outnumbered, and weak force of The Echyan Empire during their march. But the soldiers of the Kingdom of Ilastiri are not weak, they are hardened warriors, led by a experienced and decorated general. This will not be such an easy fight.

7th of January

Seeming to awaken slightly from their slumber, The Kingdom of Aontas readies it's soldiers to defend their homeland. They begin a rigorous operation to root out the spies of The Kingdom of Ubren, executing those they do find with a ruthless efficiency. With the rot purged, the garrisons of the province's city dig in, preparing themselves for the coming Ubren army.

9th of January

Despite the ever-present threat of The Redcliff Empire on their borders, The Echyan Empire continues to try and avoid war on it's lands, instead opting to lend it's considerable navy to the Conference's pledge against The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar. The Echyan fleet takes a moment to prepare itself, before sailing along the coast. Their navy is the greatest weapon in the Echyan arsenal, but they have yet to be bloodied, so are keen to prove their worth, as well as to hopefully appease the war-hungry Redcliff.

12th of January

With their other rivals otherwise occupied, The Kingdom of Claidor grows brash. With the full backing of The Empire of Rubrus, Claidor continues ever-escalating troop movements along the border with The Kingdom of Vendsyssel. Perhaps inevitably, one of these patrols eventually collides with a Vendsyssel patrol. With tensions already at a boiling point, a shot is fired, and a skirmish breaks out. The truth of which side fired the first shot is lost forever, but both nations use it as the spark to ignite the flames of war. The two nations prepare to go to war, officially declaring war on each other. What the rest of Europe will be watching for, is how The Kingdom of Aontas, The Republic of Toubres and The Empire of Rubrus will respond.

13th of January

Perhaps as a sign of intent, or perhaps a random coincidence, but the day after the deceleration of war between The Kingdom of Claidor and The Kingdom of Vendsyssel, Claidor's closest ally, The Empire of Rubrus, begins a strenuous training regime for it's forces. Spearheaded by General Vadim Rogozin, the training focuses on how best to bring the formidable strengths of the nations infantry and cavalry to bear as one concerted force. With war erupting, this training could be put to use far earlier than anticipated.

15th of January

Larymnas is a city on the brink. The Kingdom of Sescos is hard-pressed on every side by The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar, the garrison outnumbered, and forced to defend a city who's outer defenses had been breached before the siege even began. There is only a glimmer of hope, that the armies of the Conference, that pledged their support against Dashkatar, will march to their aid. The meager force of Sescos that is still stationed elsewhere, rally themselves and begin daring raids against the Dashkatar siege camps, but they do not realistically believe they can break the siege, just as the defenders do not believe they can sustain it for long.

18th of January

Pledging their armies under the command of General Andrei Obnizov, The Republic of Oflua seizes the initiative as The Redcliff Empire continues to seemingly wait for instructions. The Redcliff army has made camp on the outskirts of the Ofluan village of Kirosyt, and histories will remember the following conflict as, perhaps unsurprisingly, The Battle of Kirosyt. The combined army of Oflua and The Kingdom of Ilastiri numbers nearly ninety thousand men, and for the first time, the Redcliff army finds itself heavily outnumbered. As dawn breaks, the two sides collide. In what is by far the bloodiest battle that Europe has witnessed in living memory, the great military power of Redcliff is truly tested for the first time. Redcliff's general, Melezio Parenti, is a phenomenal commander, undoubtedly one of the greatest to ever live, but he is no god. On the back foot, outnumbered and on unfamiliar territory, his legendary offensive tactics count for little. When the smoke finally clears, thousands of men lie dead, and the Redcliff army is shattered, forced to flee back towards the relative safety of The Kingdom of Sescos.

20th of January

In a shocking move, Centrix, a province of The Redcliff Empire, secedes to The Empire of Attolia. With the tide seemingly turning against Redcliff, morale continuing to plummet in the face of high taxes, a string of defeats, and a lack of any garrison in the province, the population almost unanimously agrees to pledge it's allegiance to Attolia. How Redcliff will respond to this, is yet to be seen.

21st of January

The European Trading League continues to grow, as The Three City's Republic of Ianian invites The Republic of Toubres to join the swelling ranks. Toubres is quick to accept. While the move does bring more trade into all involved nations, some question Toubres' apparent desire to be exempt from the Strait Tax, despite their commerce being little affected by it. Only a handful truly understand the true motive.

23rd of January

Just to the south of Centrix, in the newly-conquered province of Salid, the army of The Holy Territories of Edoniras digs in, preparing for a defensive campaign against any counter-attack from The Redcliff Empire. Edoniras knows that Redcliff is wounded, but a wounded animal can be the most dangerous.

25th of January

Ships of The Three City's Republic of Ianian arrive into the ports of The Akkadian Empire. With the Redcliff threat to The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar effectively wiped out, and The Kingdom of Ilastiri committed to their own campaign against The Redcliff Empire, Akkadia commits a sizable portion of it's forces to their allies. Over fifty thousand Akkadian soldiers embark onto the ships of Ianian, ready to go to war.

26th of January

The forces of The Kingdom of Ubren continues it's slow but steady advance through the biting cold of the winter that has descended over The Kingdom of Aontas province of Torrik. The present garrison of Aontas is horrifically outnumbered, more than ten to one, but they dig in nonetheless, grit and determination steeling their will. The Ubren army reaches the city of Inversen, and digs in, beginning a siege of the city. Although the city is strongly built, it's garrison is woefully outmatched, and few believe they can hold the city for long.

28th of January

The fleets of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar and The Echyan Empire clash for the first time in the mouth of The Nalci Strait. Although it is only a relatively small skirmish, it shows the prowess of the Echyan navy, as they break the Dashkatar force, forcing them to retreat back into the relative safety of the Strait, and the larger Dashkatar fleet.

29th of January

The Holy Territories of Edoniras reinforces the province of Sul. The move raises some questions among the observers of the developing war. Do the Holy Territories fear action from The Empire of Attolia, or even plan actions against the Empire themselves? Or is it simply further strengthening the forces they can bring to bear against The Redcliff Empire? Only time will tell.

30th of January

For the first time, The Republic of Toubres truly weighs in on the conflicts consuming Europe, and tests its radically reinvented army, officially declaring war on The Redcliff Empire. Sailing with the protection of a formidable arm of the Republic's fleet, the army moves through the Mediterranean Strait, and descends upon the Redcliff island of Resdian. The garrison of Resdian is still badly bloodied from it's attempted crossing, and they offer little resistance. Although they are highly trained, their morale is low, and they are facing a well-prepared and well-equipped invading force that heavily outnumbers them. Wherever the Redcliff garrison attempts to dig in, the Toubres ships turn their cannons. In less than a day, the flag of Redcliff is torn down, and replaced by the flag of the Republic.

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Grounds : Seat R -> Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt could hardly ignore the hulking figure that occupied the seat beside him, but with his shoulders turned, he thankfully had his back to him. This, however, did apparently not dissuade the man from interjecting. Cobalt glanced over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow slightly beneath his mask. Perhaps the man was as thick-headed as his frame would suggest. He'd hoped his extended hand to the woman on the other side of him would have been clue enough to who he was addressing, and the idiom that followed was one that he had admittedly never encountered before. Regardless, he ignored the man, turning back to the woman as she spoke.

He smiled, nodding his head politely as she introduced herself. He couldn't help but smirk slightly at her name, hoping that the emotion of the same name was at least leaving a pang within the heart of his earlier companion. This feeling, of course, was turned on it's head as Cobalt glanced over his shoulder again, looking past the impressive bulk of 'Titian' in time to see another man quickly take their seat beside her. The only boon he could take from the sight was her name. Madam Mauve.

His own neighbor, Envy, began to speak again, and Cobalt turned back to her, smiling politely. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, but their transport suddenly burst to life, jerking forwards and quickly building speed as it carried the seated guests through the frigid evening. The cold air whipping past, and the roar of the engine itself, drowned out any hopes of conversation, and Cobalt reserved himself to sitting back and pulling his coat around himself against the chill. When the manor did come into view, it certainly did not disappoint.

Rising to his feet, keen to actually make it to the manor itself, and inside away from the dark and the cold, Cobalt hesitated, turning to hold out his hand to help Envy up.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Madam Envy"

He paused long enough for her to take his offered assistance if she so desired, before turning back to the Manor entrance. Several of the other guests had also alighted from their transport, and he found his eye caught by Mauve yet again. Taking a sharp breath of the cold air to clear his head slightly, Cobalt began to stroll forwards. Having to walk nearly the length of the train to reach the foot of the steps, he took a moment to inspect the other guests. In particular, he found himself inadvertently looking at the particularly stubborn gentleman from earlier. It seemed that he had become more lax about his seating convention, and indeed even seemed to be drawing the particularly striking woman sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. Cobalt smiled. Most intriguing. Regardless, he did find himself stopping beside Mauve, holding out his arm as he grinned.

"Care to walk with me? I wouldn't want you falling again"


William Fraser


Location: Port Annan
Skills: N/A



William smiled, nodding his head slightly in greeting to each of the three figures as they were introduced. He couldn't help but find his eye caught by Millicent, but he was wise enough to not let his gaze linger. He took the offered seat gratefully, placing his glass down onto the table and sitting down at the table. He turned to Lord Egerton first, his smile not fading as he raised his glass, both in greeting, and in thanks.

"Please forgive my manners. I must admit, it's been some time since I was last in such gilded company. But allow me to rectify the lack of an introduction. My name is William Fraser, just a humble traveler who plays music for those who will listen. Our mutual acquaintance behind the bar suggested that you are the man to talk to about the recent attacks in the south, and I'm not one to pass the chance of a good story."

Turning at Rutherford's introduction, William nodded in greeting again.

"A pleasure to meet you both. I admit it, I am not normally the fleeing type. My feet move to the rhythm of the music in my heart, and that often seems to lead me towards danger, rather than away from it."

William gestured to Nigel to come to the table, and turning back to the group, he glanced at both Rutherford and Millicent.

"I hope it is not too bold of me to propose a toast for the happy couple, to wish you both many years of happy marriage."

"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Winter of 1799




29th of November

Aid for the garrison of Edisos is too slow in coming. With the army of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar only growing in confidence and experience with every victory, supported by the Dashkatar navy, they are able to shatter the defenses of the city, and tear down the flag of The Kingdom of Sescos. But the main army of Sescos, spearheaded by King Pieter Mรกtyรกs himself, is on the move, marching along the River Livas with the intention to shatter the invading army before they can reach the nation's capital.

2nd of December

An ambassador of The Redcliff Empire is sent to The Akkadian Empire, with plans to attempt to lower the tensions between the nations. This, however, is a resounding failure. Redcliff's position on the international stage is in tatters after their actions during the Conference, and their following behavior has only further damaged their reputation. And Akkadia's new friendship with The Three City's Republic of Ianian, a nation quite clear in it's stance towards Redcliff, only further strengthens their position. The ambassador is sent home with empty hands almost before he even arrives,

3rd of December

With only a handful of artillery, the army of The Redcliff Empire, cut off and far from home, has been unable to break through the defenses of Bulam. And while they have struggled to bring an end to the siege, the forces of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar have gathered in response. It is still early in the morning when the Dashkatar army reaches the besieging city. What follows is bloody and brutal. The Redcliff soldiers are well-trained, and well-equipped, but they have been out-maneuvered, and they are heavily outnumbered, caught between the relief force, and the garrison which quickly seizes the opportunity and sorties out of the city. Thousands of men are cut down in a relentless crossfire, and after only a matter of hours, the battle is decisively over. The Redcliff army is shattered, and the survivors are forced to flee. The Dashkatar commander allows them to go. They have nowhere to go but the desert.

5th of December

The Republic of Oflua is not one to lay idly by, and let The Redcliff Empire army rampage through their land. Their army had yet to truly disband, and the soldiers are all too ready to take up arms again against an invading army. The garrisons of the city ready themselves, and once again the Republic calls on The Kingdom of Ilastiri for aid. As luck would have it, the Ilastiri army is yet to return, and agree to continue their march, quickly bolstering the army that the Republic can bring to bear to defend itself.

8th of December

Honoring their pledge during the Conference, The Three City's Republic of Ianian declares war on The Redcliff Empire. They call for The Akkadian Empire to join them, and the Akkadia's readily do, already on the verge of declaring war on their own after Redcliff's actions against Dashkatar. The flames of war continue to spread through Europe.

10th of December

A considerable force is gathered by The Redcliff Empire, and it marches north to 'retake' the province of Ventir. They find, of course, that there is no Echyan army to drive out, The Echyan Empire already having withdrawn from the province some two months prior. Nonetheless, the Redcliff army claims the province again. Where the army will be sent next, is yet to be revealed.

11th of December

The army of The Holy Territories of Edoniras, self-dubbed as the 'Holy Light', is given it's marching orders. It quickly becomes apparent that despite their deep-rooted religious connection, Edoniras intends to keep their pledge, made at the Conference, and they march forces into the territories of The Redcliff Empire, declaring war on Redcliff. Bizarrely, this proves to be the second time that an enemy marches into a Redcliff province and finds it totally undefended. The province of Salid is now in the hands of the Holy Territories.

13th of December

On the banks of the River Livas, the armies of The Kingdom of Sescos and The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar meet. The Sescosi force is outnumbered, but King Pieter Mรกtyรกs is quickly proving himself to be a highly accomplished military commander. Using the weapons in his arsenal to full effect, King Mรกtyรกs fights a vicious and brutal series of raids, guerrilla attacks and rearguard actions that all but cripple Dashkatar's advance. Blood stains the fresh snow for miles, but the Dashkatar army continues to grind forwards. The Sescosi army is forced to largely retreat, back to Larymnas, to brace for the inevitable siege. A handful of volunteers remain, continuing to fight Dashkatar for every step they take.

14th of December

The Kingdom of Ubren sinks a significant portion of its budget into creating an Academy of Ballistic Sciences, focused around improving the artillery of Ubren. This clear sign of intent is an impressive step by the Kingdom of Ubren, and is largely the first such step by any nation into improving artillery, which is quickly proving to be one of the most powerful tools in the arsenal of Europe's armies.

16th of December

Moving in support of the army already in the newly-conquered province of Salid, a fleet of The Holy Territories of Edoniras also embarks. In truth, they have little to do, due to the lack of any garrison in the province, but they still serve as a useful deterrent to any Redcliff counter-attack.

17th of December

Far away from the spiraling tensions in Europe, a colonial party of The Three City's Republic of Ianian sails south, and docks into territory that it will come to dub as Resia. With their continuing colonial expansion, the Three City's is quickly becoming one of the prominent global powers. How they use this power, still stands to be seen.

19th of December

The Empire of Rubrus announces a large-scale civic scheme. Faced with vast territories, the Empire engages it's huge workforce, and puts them to the task of renovating the outdated roads that connect the far-flung settlements of Rubrus. A new scheme of highways is laid out, and although the cost is undoubtedly high, and the work will take months to complete, it has at least begun. Some new vigor seems to have grabbed the Empire of Rubrus, and a new player has joined the game of politics that is consuming Europe.

20th of December

Even with their armies on the march, The Holy Territories of Edoniras continues the great religious festival that is still occurring across it's lands. The Pope himself gives a speech, and it's message is clear. A new era of religious expression and expansion is laid out. Vipionism will burn like a fire that consumes Europe, whether it is through the power of speech and diplomacy, or through bloodshed and war.

22nd of December

Admiral Topi Valtonen, of The Empire of Attolia, embarks from Europe at the head of a sizable fleet. It's intentions are clear; vengeance. Attolian blood has been shed, and blood must be paid in blood. Joining the fleet already set off by The Three City's Republic of Ianian, the Attolian ships begin the long journey. It will be months until they reach their destination, but the intent is clear.

23rd of December

The Royal Academy of The Empire of Rubrus is founded, developing the already-established Academy of Rubrus, and making a clear statement for the encouragement of study, and of scholars. In a day and age of war seeming to be the only constant, this is an unusual, but largely welcomes move. The resurgence of Rubrus does not seem to be losing momentum.

26th of December

In a move that very few saw coming, The Kingdom of Ubren marches its army to war. But it is not the army that comes as such a surprise, but rather the direction. North. General Janik Tillich leads his forces into the territories of The Kingdom of Aontas. The province of Torrik is fortified, but spies of Ubren have filtered into the province over the months, and as the Ubren army marches north, sabotage attacks erupt all along the Aontas defenses. However Mother Winter has gripped the frozen north, and the Ubren progress is slowed.

27th of December

The Empire of Attolia establishes the Attolian Stock Exchange. One of the first of it's kind, the Stock Exchange goes on to promote economic growth throughout the nation, as well as opening the doors to a whole world of new opportunities. Wealth floods into the coffers of Attolia, which is quickly forging it's reputation as one of the financial hearts of Europe.

29th of December

For weeks, the rebels in the colonies of The Redcliff Empire have carried out guerrilla attacks against their oppressors. However recently, the severity has only heightened. Somehow, the rebels are being armed, muskets and cannons arriving from some unknown vendor. The attacks quickly become more brazen, and more effective. The garrison suddenly finds itself on an even playing field, and every turn they take, they find that the rebels are one step ahead. The streets run red, and with forces of The Naziim Kaliphate amassing over the border, Redcliff's grasp on their colonies is quickly weakening.

30th of December

Despite the winter continuing to grip Northern Europe, the cogs of The Empire of Rubrus continue to turn. They are nothing if not hardy folk, and they are not the type to be put off by subzero temperatures and near-constant night. Making use of their already established close relationship with The Kingdom of Claidor, the Empire looks to open wider trading channels with Claidor. Unsurprisingly, Claidor agrees, and trade caravans begin the long journeys between the two nations trade centers.
Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Grounds : Seat R
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt couldn't help but grin as he gripped the slender hand held up to him. The touch lingered for a moment longer than was necessary. In truth, he barely noticed the chairs, as they reassembled themselves into a long bench. Seating issues were the last thing on his mind at the moment. The biting of the lip and the wink almost floored Cobalt, and he had to hold back a slight laugh. Here he was thinking that he would have to be the charmer, but he found himself beaten to every punch. Even as he watched her walk away, the only word that came to mind was 'sashay'. Well, the only word that he could say in polite company at least.

He smiled ruefully again. The offer was clear, and it was apparent that the woman was far from some delicate, innocent flower. If anything, it appeared he had stumbled across an equal, and he relished the opportunity. However, he somehow managed to break the spell that the woman seemed to have cast, a burst of cold wind suddenly shaking him free. Taking a deep breath, he was able to tear his eyes away. If he had only been here to... He struggled to find the right words... have fun, then he would have happily taken her up on her offer. But he was here for business, and the business of blackmail was a dark and dangerous one that he didn't want to stumble into while making puppy-dog eyes at the first, presumably, pretty girl who looked his way. Now he thought of it, any one of the other guests gathered around him could be this elusive Ardad Lili, and he remembered to keep his wits about him.

In all the confusion and chaos of the skyward-bound chair, and the subsequent sudden descent, a handful of the guests hadn't thought to flee. He couldn't say whether it was due to a paralysis of fear, or an iron will, but they intrigued him. The nearest such character, was the beak-faced man, and he doubted he would be able to make much headway there. But the next closest, another woman, her face totally obscured behind a white and gold mask, was one that Cobalt hadn't had the pleasure to meet yet. And if he was pushed away, he would be only a few seats from his new... friend? He hesitated to use the word, but it was the one that fitted, seeing as in all their talking they had yet to make introductions. He approached the new woman, taking a seat just down the bench from her as she seemed to be just recovering from a coughing fit. The smell of tobacco that clung to her may well go someway to explain it, but Cobalt was loathe to not show at least some concern. Turning towards the guards, he raised his voice to be heard above the engine.

"Could the lady get a drink? Some water perhaps."

Turning back to the woman, Cobalt held out his hand, flashing a wide smile and lowering his voice.

"The name is Justice Cobalt, or at least it is for the time being. I don't believe we've had the pleasure."
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William Fraser


Location: Port Annan
Skills: N/A



His eyes flashed, and a smile lit up William's face as he watched Nigel pour him a scotch. He took it as it was offered, nodding in thanks slightly as he watched the barkeep glance around the crowded tavern. He shrugged slightly as his quest for a captain, or at least a good story, seemed to be dashed, for now. However his ears pricked up again as Nigel continued, and he followed the older mans gesture, turning to look back at the table of three he had noticed earlier. He raised an eyebrow slightly, before turning back to the bar.

"My thanks, friend. For the story, but mostly for the scotch of course!"

Reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket, William pulled out his wallet and leafed through it for a minute before dropping a coin into Nigel's outstretched hand.

"And keep the change."

William was in no rush, and he took a first sip from his glass. The smile didn't fade. The scotch was local, he could tell that much. The lowlands distilleries had that distinctive lack of peat in the taste. Strangely enough, it almost made him nostalgic. His first drink had been in a modest and lively tavern on the banks of the River Spey, years past, and the local distillery... He couldn't remember the name of it now. But they hadn't used peat either, and with the drink in his hand, he was a teenage boy again, just for the briefest instant, and then it was gone.

Taking another drink of the scotch, William turned, and strode across the tavern. In truth, he'd been half-listening to the trio's conversation since they'd walked in, and he already had a good idea that if any of inn's patrons were going to lead to a good story, it would be these three. As he approached, he stopped, flashing a smile.

"I'm sorry to intrude gentleman, madam. But you wouldn't be Lord Egerton by any chance, would you?"
"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Winter of 1799




1st of November

The army of The Redcliff Empire, despite its colonies falling into ruin behind them, continue their march into the territory of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar. They head towards the port city of Bulam, and arrive their uncontested. They find that the city is well-defended, news of their approach arriving before they did and giving the garrison time to dig in. The siege begins, but not before messengers are sent across the province. With the Redcliff force cut off from any supply lines, and not expecting any support, the invaders suddenly find themselves on uneven footing, as the other forces of Dashkatar in the region begin to converge, with the intent to break the siege.

4th of November

In The Akkadian Empire, work continues to revolutionize the industry of the nation, making full use of the advisors and industrialists from The Three City's Republic of Ianian. The historically agriculturally based economy begins to shift, as the first factories begin appearing across the Empire. While the old guard of the population protest this sudden change, the movement away from tradition, and the collaborating with a European power, even the most stern amongst them cannot complain about the new money flooding into the country.

6th of November

Choosing to act quickly, before their enemies can organised themselves, the sizable force of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar in the newly conquered province of Osnic marches north, once more entering the territory of The Kingdom of Sescos. The Kingdom has been bloodied, and its repairs have only just begun, but King Pieter Mรกtyรกs rallies his armies nonetheless, and prepares to defend his people once more.

10th of November

The Kingdom of Sescos pours all of its efforts into repairing the shattered defenses of their capital, Larymnas. The walls were breached in several places during the Siege, and with another hostile army marching towards them, they cannot hope to defend a badly damaged city. With the enemies to the west and to the east having made peace, one freedom is that the armies of Sescos can focus entirely on the threat from the south. The armies from the north of the country, still un-bloodied, marches to defend their countrymen.

13th of November

With war becoming a seemingly ever present, and very real, danger, the Council of The Republic of Toubres launches an ambitious and radical scheme, almost a total overhaul of their army. With a staggering budget, and a almost unstoppable driving force, the scheme is remarkably an undeniable success. The historically poorly equipped and poorly trained army of Toubres is transformed allmost overnight. The brainchild of months of engineering and design is unveiled for the first time, and 1799 Rifles are thrust into the hands of the eagerly waiting soldiers of the First Army. Toubres now boasts a highly-trained and well armed force that, while still small, is only in it's infancy, and has the backing of one of the most formidable navies.

15th of November

The Empire of Attolia announces it's plans to open it's borders to any refugees, whether they are religiously or politically prejudiced, bankrupted by a failing economy, or ravaged by war. Perhaps expecting to welcome refugees affected by the Sescosi War, and while they still do, in a sense, they are surprised by just where the refugees come from. Thousands flock across the border from The Redcliff Empire, desperate for a better way of life. How many more will follow, still stands to be seen.

16th of November

The army of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar reaches the Kingdom of Sescos port city of Edisos. With the sizable and experienced army, supported by the vengeful Dashkatar navy, the Sescosi garrison quickly finds itself nearly overwhelmed. Their cries for help do reach the main Sescosi army, still converging at the capital, Larymnas, and King Pieter Mรกtyรกs prepares to march out and meet the Dashkatar army head on.

20th of November

In response to the bloodshed of The Empire of Attolia at the hands of The Shuren Dynasty, The Three City's Republic of Ianian prepares one of its fleets for the long voyage to the Attolian colonies to the far east. The fleet embarks, and although the journey itself will take months, this is a clear sign of solidarity and kinship between the two nations.

22nd of November

The Kingdom of Aontas seems to awaken from its stupor at last. With tensions between The Republic of Toubres and their respective allies only increasing, the Kingdom begins rigorous training of it's armies, preparing for a potential war right on their doorstep. This, of course, only further increases tensions, and conflict becomes ever closer to a reality.

25th of November

In an action that sends shock-waves through much of the European community, The Redcliff Empire shows total disregard to the treaties that it had agreed upon at the Conference, before it excluded itself. Their army marches across the border, into the territories of The Republic of Oflua.
"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Winter of 1799




3rd of October

The Conference, held by The Holy Territories of Edoniras, is a revolutionary diplomatic event, bringing together the representatives of fifteen different nations. The summit quickly seems to resolve the Sescosi War, peace treaties being written up, and agreements made. However, an allmost unanimous vote against the demands for reparations from The Redcliff Empire from The Echyan Empire sours the occasion, and the representative of the Redcliff Empire deserts the Conference, voiding all of their involvement in the treaties they had already agreed upon. Regardless, the other nations carry on, and few doubt it will be long before these new treaties are put to the test.

4th of October

The armies and fleet of The Republic of Oflua withdraw from the territories, and waters surrounding, The Kingdom of Sescos. They honor their agreement to end hostilities and return to their own lands to lick their wounds. The Sescosi City of Sarad, which had previously been under Ofluan control, is quickly seized by forces of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar.

6th of October

The Republic of Toubres continues it's rapid colonial expansion, its global holdings already dwarfing what any other nation can claim. Colonists travel south from the already established colonies of Toubrian Guerra and Toubrian Matos to found the colony of Toubrian Paiva. While the colonies of The Redcliff Empire descend into chaos and bloodshed, the colonies of Toubres only seem to be going from strength to strength. The ships travelling from the Toubres homeland to the west often provide passage for bright-eyed and hopeful colonists, and the returning ships are laden with rich and valuable resources. In a bold stroke, the Republic of Toubres announces that the five colonies to the west will henceforth be known as The Western Territories of Toubres, and be largely self-governed, the region's capital being in Toubrian Rilos, the oldest of the Toubres colonies in the area. This announcement is met with joy from both the natives and the colonists of the Western Territories, as the Republic acknowledges their importance.

8th of October

The army of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar, still marauding across the lands of The Kingdom of Sescos, and besieging the city of Osnic, seems to hesitate during the events and discussions of the Conference, waiting to see how the pieces fall. But following the large scale of the peace treaty, it seems that Dashkatar's patience runs out. With worrying ease, their army shatters the garrison, claiming the city, and in turn controlling the Province of Osnic itself. The army takes a moment to resupply and take stock of the situation, but few think they will hesitate for long.

10th of October

Already benefiting from it's closer relations with The Republic of Toubres, The Empire of Rubrus receives engineers and craftsman from Toubres, and begins refitting and bolstering it's navies, turning the Empire into a fledgling naval power. What this will do to the power balance in the region, is yet to be seen.

13th of October

Perhaps over-buoyed with confidence due to their alliance with The Kingdom of Aontas, and attempting to emulate Aontas' rivalry with The Republic of Toubres, The Kingdom of Vendsyssel resumes it's tension with The Kingdom of Claidor. Moving troops along the border, and beginning extensive training of it's armies, the relations between the two bordering nations plummet.

16th of October

Despite The Redcliff Empire abandoning the conference, The Echyan Empire honor's it's pledge, and withdraws it's forces from the Province of Ventir. This is a clear offered olive branch to Redcliff, although few realistically expect that even this gesture will sate their apparent appetite for war. The Echyan armies return to their own land, and begin digging in.

19th of October

In reaction to the inflammatory actions of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel, The Kingdom of Claidor begins preparing it's own armies for a potential war. They act with the full support of The Rubrus Empire, with The Republic of Toubres issuing a strong warning that Vendsyssel stands down it's armies. All this creates a maelstrom of tension. While the Conference attempts to put out one fire, another is already threatening to whip itself into an inferno.

23rd of October

The Republic of Oflua licks its wounds. They begin a large-scale resupplying and repairing of the damage done to their fleets and armies. Even while they pour money into healing their own injuries, money is siphoned off and paid up to the Kingdom of Sescos, to help the Republic's neighbors recover. This quick and scheduled payment of the first string of reparations is a clear symbol of good faith, and it goes some way to repairing the deep rift between the two nations.

25th of October

Faced with a growing roster of enemies, The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar turns to it's ancient allies, The Akkadian Empire. However they find that Akkadia has had honey poured into their ear by The Three City's Republic of Ianian, and they are hesitant to launching into a war with Europe. However even as they are given a cold response by Akkadia, Dashkatar finds a new ally, newly formed The Naziim Caliphate. The newly free natives are keen for a guiding hand, and Dashkatar is all too happy to oblige.

28th of October

The Hastel Dominions, with the Sescosi War effectively drawing to a close, or at least changing its face, withdraw their armies, which had only recently begun to march. Rather than concern themselves with wherever the next war occurs, the Dominions launch an extensive economic reform scheme. It takes off to a shaky start, but as time passes, and the right people are moved into the right places, the Hastel Dominions emerge as a richer, and more modernized, nation.

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