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Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt took a breath to steady himself. Something about the room still intrigued him, and he couldn't help but feel that the small group's relative privacy could only be short-lived. His gaze fell on the wall once again. He smiled politely at Amaranthine's comment about his apparent obsession with it, but something stopped him from tearing his eyes away from it.

And then he saw it. A latch, carefully concealed but just noticeable in the narrow gap between two of the wall joints. The same curiosity that had consumed Cobalt to inspect the wall now led his feet across the room, until he was face to face with the wall, and the latch upon it. The wood paneling of the wall was cut differently around the latch, more noticeable now he was closer. His hand rose, thumbing the latch. There was a barely discernible click, and Cobalt found himself pushing the wall, opening up the side of the room itself as it swung outwards.

The biting cold hit him first, and his eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness outside. A quick glance through the now open wall confirmed what Cobalt had suspected, a small courtyard opened up, various windows, presumably leading into other rooms, spilled light out into the otherwise total darkness. He raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, very curious. A whisper from Amaranthine called Cobalt's attention back to the room, he had no time to even attempt to close the door, cursing his curiosity under his breath as he turned to face the main door.

An easy smile flickered across Cobalt's face again as he turned towards the ajar door, shrugging slightly if either of his two companions happened to be taken aback by the hidden door he kept at his back.


William Fraser


Location: Annan
Skills: Seduction (Court), Perception



William could feel the carriage begin to slow, no doubt due to their progress deeper into the town, and William allowed himself to relax slightly. All in all, the last hour or so had been a rush of activity, and he took a moment to truly take stock for the first time. He couldn't truthfully say what it was that had inspired him to offer to join the party. Practicality of offered transport? Some distant echo of honour? Or was it simply boredom? He was jerked out of this self-reflection by the sound of Egerton pounding on the roof of the carriage, urging the driver to increase their pace. His eyes glanced across to Rutherford, to see that the other man didn't seem phased by the delay. It was William's glance towards Millicent that caught his attention however.

The young woman was clearly tense, her face drawn as she nervously glanced around, reminding William of an animal about to bolt. But it wasn't Millicent that so fully grabbed William's gaze, rather it was what was beyond her. As the carriage turned a bend, he could make out wheel tracks cut into the earth, the sign of a carriage that took the turn far too quickly. He shifted slightly to get a better look, glancing at his new companions before gesturing towards the tracks as he spoke.

"It appears someone is in far more of a rush than we are."

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Charisma, Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt absentmindedly watched the doctor as he scrawled across the paper he held. Clearly the man had some talent, or at least believed himself to. Stranger and stranger. But Cobalt's attention was drawn back to Amaranthine, as the music drew to an abrupt halt, the last note echoing around the room for an instant. In that same instant, the woman herself changed. The confident, flowing musician faded away, replaced by the nervous, worrying damsel that Cobalt had glimpsed before.

It was the doctor that broke the silence, all slow claps and oozing flattery. Not to be outdone, Cobalt leaned forwards slightly in his seat, applauding himself as he smiled beneath his mask, his gaze not leaving Amaranthine's face.

"I couldn't have put it better myself, doctor. Exquisite music, from an equally exquisite musician."

Cobalt allowed himself a sly smile. The charm in his voice certainly seemed to ring true, although he was careful not to congratulate himself too much. However, despite the finely shaped woman standing before him, he felt his attention inadvertently drawn back to the wall that had caught his eye before. He frowned slightly, perplexed about just what it was that was demanding his attention. Rising to his feet slowly, he took a step closer to the wall in question, examining it again.

But his attention failed him, and he found his gaze wandering back to the two others in the room. Frowning slightly beneath his mask, and aware that his movement might have attracted curious looks, he smiled, leaning slightly against the table beside him as his gaze flicked between the two, the musician and the doctor.

"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

Summer of 1801




1st of June

The Hastel Dominions makes a clear display of power. Assembling it's entire army in the central province of Bruchval, a colossal military parade is held. This is a sign of intent, the Hastel Dominions no doubt keen to show that it has the power to stand by it's long-time allies The Kingdom of Ubren. Once the parade is complete, and the people of the nation suitably whipped into a patriotic fervour, the soldiers of the Dominions are deployed to their posts once more.

4th of June

Perhaps looking to further strengthen their foothold in the region, or perhaps simply gripped for a longing to explore the unknown, colonists from The Three City's Republic of Ianian sail into uncharted waters. Embarking from South Tilandia, and clinging to the coast of the colossal island to the south, the colonists eventually find a suitable landing point, and claim the land as the colony of Lombast. They encounter the locals before long, and they begin a tentative trade, exchanging trinkets for food, and rudimentary guidance. The land is inhospitable, but they persevere.

8th of June

The king of The Kingdom of Aontas himself calls upon the Kingdom's greatest composers to compose a suitably patriotic piece, intended to spread all across the nation, and to inspire belief. War may yet be averted, but the Kingdom of Aontas is still a nation trying to find it's place on the international stage, and for the nation to prevail, it's people must believe that it can.

13th of June

In another show of strength, The Hastel Dominions orders the construction of three new Second-Rate Ships of the Line. It is clear that the Dominions will not be bowed by the strength of it's northern neighbour's fleets, and the dockyards of the province of Weidingen are quickly put to work. The nation's finest shipwrights are gathered, and they estimate that they will have the ships ready to sail within seven years.

17th of June

The Three City's Republic of Ianian continues to look to spread it's influence over the other nations of Europe. Aware of The Redcliff Empire yearning to industrialize, still struggling to grow it's struggling economy, the Republic offers to sell it's once enemies excess industrial equipment, for a reduced fee of course. The Redcliff Empire takes to this offer with vigour, and once again, Ianian improves it's influence through trade.

23rd of June

The walls of the city of Holbeck are shattered. The garrison of The Kingdom of Claidor fights bravely, almost to the end, but they are outnumbered, and their morale is in tatters. They surrender in their droves, and the entire province of Holbeck is now out of Claidor's control. In what is no doubt a clause from the agreement between the two nations, The Kingdom of Vendsyssel cedes it's claim to the land, allowing The Kingdom of Ilastiri to claim it. Now, the combined army waits, the Kingdom of Claidor still reeling from the rapid string of defeats it has suffered. If The Empire of Rubrus continues to sit by idly as it's ally is divided up by it's enemies, Claidor is surely lost.

26th of June

Severely bloodied by it's failed attempts, the soldiers of The Kingdom of Claidor are forced to abandon the Siege of Ziva. Their own capital is at risk, and they have been beating themselves against the immovable anvil of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel defenders for too long, thousands of men lying dead at the cities walls. Claidor is digging in, calling all the soldiers they can to man the defences.

30th of June

Buoyed with confidence by the lack of response from The Empire of Attolia, The Shuren Dynasty grow more bold. Ships of the line, clearly influenced by those from Europe, but still bearing the distinct style of the Oriental warships, descend upon Fort Tian. The assembled Attolian fleet, the entirety of the nations Ships of the Line, is a formidable challenge, but the Shuren ships are not daunted. Making use of a string of reefs and swells that surround the island, the Dynasty's fleets appear from seemingly nowhere, and then are gone before their bombardment has even struck. The Attolian fleet is powerful, but they are cut off, and the island boasts little in the way of natural provisions. Unless they can punch their way free, or help arrives, it will be thirst and hunger that kills the sailors.

"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

Summer of 1801




2nd of May

While the Siege of Ziva continues, a meeting is held between The Kingdom of Vendsyssel and The Kingdom of Ilastiri. The meeting drags on long into the night, and when it is finally resolved, the forces of both nations march for war. Whatever agreement was struck between the two, it has united the two armies against The Kingdom of Claidor. It is the province of Holbeck that weathers the worst of the assault, attacked from two front. The cities of both Sloboci and Kosice find themselves besieged, the garrisons far outnumbered by the armies they defend against. If The Empire of Rubrus continues not to act, then Claidor is surely lost.

6th of May

Frantic rumours begin reaching the survivors of The Empire of Attolia colony of Fort Tian. Rumours of Frigates, and Ships of the Line, sailing to the north, and flying the flag of The Shuren Dynasty. It is clear that the Shuren Dynasty has not been idle, and that it has learnt from it's heavy defeats in the past. Using the remains of the initial Attolian fleet that reached them, putting their greatest minds, and their phenomenally large manpower to work, the Shuren Dynasty now commands a navy to rival the European powers.

9th of May

Seemingly in preparation of invasion from The Kingdom of Aontas, The Kingdom of Ubren moves forces to garrison the newly conquered province of Torrik. War only continues to become an increasingly certain possibility, and the ripples of it have reached every corner of Europe. In The Holy Territories of Edoniras, the Pope feels that ensuring war doesn't consume Europe is once again his burden. He begins planning a summit, for all the powers of Europe, to ensure peace reigns.

13th of May

Desperate to maintain their control over Belgae, The Empire of Attolia pours more money into Sentinels. With tensions driven to a fever pitch by the attempted assassination of the Emperor himself, it is no easy task to maintain order. But with a small fortune in backing, the Sentinels take to their task with a ferocious tenacity. Rooting out a revolutionary element nearly every day, Attolia manages to maintain control over the province, but it is only by their fingernails.

15th of May

The Empire of Attolia opens a string of government funded, and government owned, factories all across their territories. Clearly keen to make use of their substantial labour base, this is an effective, but expensive strategy. The industrialization of the nation continues, families leaving the fields that their family has worked for generations to travel to rapidly expanding cities.

18th of May

The Kingdom of Claidor city of Kosice is the first to fall, it's walls shattered and the garrison quickly surrendering. Only a few hours later, as news reaches the beleaguered defenders of the city of Sloboci, that city falls as well. Only the provincial capital of Holbeck itself still stands, and it stands seemingly along against the combined forces of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel and The Kingdom of Ilastiri.

22nd of May

Majdi al-Selim, the man, or perhaps simply the idea, now entirely controls the nations of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar, The Akkadian Empire and The Hijeen Caliphate. He possesses an almost limitless supply of manpower, vast tracts of land, and a nation of people united behind one single ideology. While the European powers bicker among themselves, Majidi is given the liberty of simply watching, and waiting.

24th of May

Surprisingly, perhaps to the people of The Kingdom of Ubren most of all, Ubren sends diplomats to The Empire of Attolia with a proposition. The deal is simple. Ubren will not go to war, so long as Attolia hands over the province of Belgae to the Kingdom of Ubren. They also agree to signing a peace treaty that will last twenty years, even offering to pay Attolia for the land. It is now up to Attolia to make their decision.

27th of May

The dissension that has been running rife across the territories of The Three City's Republic of Ianian continues. Over the last months, the steadfast supporters of the Old Freedom coalition have steadily been growing more confident in their defiance, riots becoming a fairly regular occurrence across the Three City's. Keen to suppress these embers before they burst into flames of revolution, members of the New Power coalition give speeches across the Republic. This seems to sate the more moderate complaints at least, leaving only the die-hard supported of the Old Freedom coalition to grumble.

30th of May

The combined forces of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel and The Kingdom of Ilastiri reach the walls of the city of Holbeck. The siege promises ot be bloody, the garrison of The Kingdom of Claidor controlling a formidable defensive position. But they are outnumbered, and the soldiers they face are veterans of sieges. The guns begin to roar.


William Fraser


Location: Port Annan -> Towards Annan
Skills: Seduction (Court), Perception



William watched Millicent as she spoke, a light smile dancing across his face. His gaze flicked across as Egerton spoke, and he turned fully to look out the carriage's narrow window as they neared the town. It appeared that he truly was along for the ride now, and he was loathe to abandon something that promised such adventure. Smiling slightly again, William turned back to look at Rutherford.

"So will we be continuing our journey by carriage after Kirkpatrick House?"

Rutherford glanced towards Egerton. "Of course, yet it will not be this low class assignment, but one more fitting of my station," Egerton butted in. Rutherford shrugged a bit as Egerton went on to how he would not be caught willingly in something as this again unless there was no other choice.

Deciding that he had perhaps exhausted his patience with Egerton, at least for now, William turned to look out of the carriage window, his eyes scanning the surroundings that they were moving past. Outside there was nothing of note for the musician, the town seemed like many other as the carriage went down the street. There really wasn't much anything of note for any of them though Egerton and Rutherford were not looking out the window. Both seemed to be fixed on each other. Millicent kept her eyes towards the window but if she spotted anything she said nothing. Remaining quiet as she touched her cheek gently and flinched a bit as her fingers pulled back in a hasty fashion.

William frowned as he watched the town rolling past. He'd hoped to see something at least, but for now, he turned his attention back inside the carriage. Rutherford and Egerton seemed wholly focusing on the other, but William's eye caught the movement from Millicent, and the flinch as her fingers brushed the bruise on her face, barely concealed by her makeup. William had glimpsed the bruising before, at the inn, but it still caused him to furrow his brow for a moment. His attention turned to the supposed source of her injuries. Rutherford himself.

His eyes flicked towards Rutherford's hands, and he could make out the rawness of his knuckles. A certain chill ran down his spine, and he was glad that he had his weapons close to hand. Unless he was a very talented actor, Egerton was no real threat, and he hoped that Millicent wouldn't side with her 'fiance', but Rutherford was clearly a dangerous man. Some dark feeling had been nagging William, buried in the pit of his stomach ever since he had first entered the man's company. He yearned to free himself from whatever malevolence beat inside the chest of Rutherford, but his what was left of his honour couldn't allow him to abandon Millicent to whatever fate seemed to await her, not without at least attempting to free her.

Outside of the carriage, things seemed to be calm. They had reached the other side of town though when the calmness was abruptly disturbed. A dark carriage, the Papal symbol emblazoned on it's side, raced past them on the road, heading south-east. The horses were being pushed to their limits, foaming at the mouth as they strained against their harnesses, the ground being torn up under their hooves, and beneath the wheels of the carriage.

William instinctively flinched back as the carriage tore past. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he glanced across at Rutherford and Egerton, keen to watch for any reaction from them. Seeing no flicker of interest from either of them, William shrugged. Settling back in his seat, content to allow the rest of the journey pass by in silence, William allowed his mind to wander.

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Holding out his hands, Cobalt smiled as he bowed his head slightly. He was glad to see that Chanteuse Amaranthine was no fragile flower, she had some bite at least.

"If only, Chanteuse."

Before he could say anymore, music sprung to life again, and Cobalt fell silent, allowing the complex and overlapping notes that the violin sung to dominate the room. Glancing around, Cobalt took his cue from the doctor, and settled down into one of the seats, albeit at the other table. Leaning back, he allowed the music to wash over him as he looked idly around the room.

His eyebrow raising beneath his mask as something caught his eye, he frowned slightly. Something to investigate further certainly. Cobalt hesitated. Ideally, he would explore the area of curiosity away from prying eyes, but perhaps this would be as good a time as any to potentially win over the trust, or at least the admiration, of his current companions. He resolved to wait till the end of the music at least.

On that note, Cobalt almost allowed himself to relax, leaning back in the chair and taking a deep breath. The music that Amaranthine played was more challenging than her first piece, and although it lacked some of the sweeping emotion of her first piece, the notes were clear, and exquisitely played. It was a certainly a talented musician that the doctor was doting over. As the thought of the doctor crossed his mind, Cobalt glanced across at the man, almost meeting his gaze. How interesting.




"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

Summer of 1801




1st of April

War is only an increasingly likely reality. Now, it is The Kingdom of Aontas that is escalating the crisis. Sending scouts, and clearly having forgotten the catastrophic defeat they suffered just months before, Aontas begins to assess the northern coast of The Kingdom of Ubren, hunting for any weak points, with the apparent intention to make a landing. It appears that Aontas at least will honour it's alliance with The Empire of Attolia, already seeming to prepare for the war to come.

4th of April

The Republic of Toubres is not lying idle. Wary that the sudden colonial expansion of The Echyan Empire may have caught them unaware, the Republic is keen to restore the balance. And sure enough, a colonial fleet embarks from Toubrian Trienz, itself only recently established, and the colony of Toubrian Rintes is born. Although the new territories, and the riches of the land, are clearly appreciated, there are many who think that it is the next move that will decide the victor of the colonization race.

8th of April

The Second Siege of Ziva drags on, and there is no end in sight. The attempts by The Kingdom of Claidor to support their forces are constantly harassed and impeded by raiding parties of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel. While The Empire of Rubrus remains still, Claidor is outnumbered and outmaneuvered.

10th of April

The day will be notorious for years to come. On what comes to be known as the 'Market Day Massacre', hundreds of The Empire of Attolia citizens are massacred, chiefly the traders that have been dealing illicit items into the markets of The Shuren Dynasty. These traders, as well as the Shuren smugglers that have been spreading their dark merchandise, are dragged from their beds and slaughtered in the streets like dogs. The attacks are organised, and brutally efficient. The black market of Fort Tian is effectively wiped out in one fell swoop. Now, it is up to Attolia to respond to this catastrophic event, as news slowly filters back to the Empire's homeland.

13th of April

A Court of Audit is formed in The Empire of Attolia, born from the increasingly concerning drain that government, and public, spending has been on the national budget. It will take some time for the Court to be able to prove it's worth, but they take to their work industriously, and some attempt at least is being made to tackle the burden of wasteful and questionable spending.

18th of April

Keen to continue their preparations for war, The Kingdom of Aontas turns their factories and industry to the task of mass-producing the 'Aaberg Musket'. As soon as they are created, the weapons are distributed, thrust into the hands of the Aontas Marines, who's ranks have been steadily swelling over the last months. It is clear how Aontas plans to bring its forces to bear, but it stands to be seen just how effective their strategy will be.

20th of April

Perhaps concerned by the growing threat of war in Europe, or perhaps simply looking to extend their own power, The Three City's Republic of Ianian extends an invitation to join the European Trading League to The Holy Territories of Edoniras. The Pope, no doubt his decision helped due to his close relationship with The Republic of Toubres, already a European Trading League member, agrees to this invitation. However, on the same day, word reaches Ianian that The Akkadian Empire has withdrawn itself from the Trading League, no doubt decided by the dominant influence of Majdi al-Selim.

23rd of April

The increasingly serious civil disturbances across The Empire of Attolia province of Belgae continue. Support for The Kingdom of Ubren continues to grow, escalating as the Emperor himself tours the province. As the Emperors procession moves through the city of Aviyonne, a figure breaks from the crowd, a flintlock pistol in their hand as they charge towards the Emperor himself. By sheer chance, the weapon misfires, and the would-be assassin is gunned down as the Emperor is rushed ot safety. The province is a tinder box, primed to erupt into flames at the first spark, and this attempted killing causes riots all across the province that rage for days.

27th of April

Continuing to expand it's dominance in the region, while The Kingdom of Aontas has it's attention turned away from colonial expansion, The Republic of Toubres expands north from it's new colony of Toubrian Leviz. The already extensive Western Territories of Toubres grows yet again, as the colony of Budel is formed. Although the frozen north does not boast the same natural riches that other colonies possess, it is essential strategic territory, and it only further strengthens the Republic's position.

29th of April

Not content with allowing The Republic of Toubres to be the only nation colonizing the far-flung corners of the world, The Three City's Republic of Ianian sends a colonial party from Tilandia, successfully strengthening their hold in the Far East. Renaming the colony formerly known as Tilandia to become North Tilandia, the new colony is dubbed South Tilandia. With the increasingly bold actions of The Shuren Dynasty, these colonies may soon find themselves tested.



William Fraser


Location: Port Annan -> Towards Annan
Skills: Seduction (Court)



William managed to force a smile, turning to meet Egerton's gaze. The other man seemed to be growing more brazen in his contempt for Millicent, and now that also seemed to be directed towards William. Judge a man by his manners. A vague memory of his mother telling him that, and apparently William's first judgement of Egerton hadn't been wrong. He kept his voice calm and level as he spoke, careful not to show the annoyance he was feeling.

"I hope so, Lord Wilton. I don't want to impose on any pressing business you have, heavens forbid. I only hope we are away before dark, I fear that the dangers of the night are growing in these parts."

Millicent looked over towards William slowly and there was an expression of worry on her features. "Do you know of any attacks in the country yet?" she asked quietly, hoping there hadn't been but after everything it wouldn't have surprised her if there had been. Rutherford quirked a brow and looked over towards William as well waiting an answer. They hadn't heard of any as of yet but they had only landed a short time ago.

William met Millicent's gaze, shrugging slightly as he did, almost sympathetically.

"Not in Scotland, or at least not yet. But the attacks in England have been moving north, and I've heard word of attacks in Ireland as well. Something is stirring in the shadows, and I fear all of us will be affected by this blight once more before long."

Rutherford looked over towards Egerton. "Sure you don't wish you had spent sometime in the Far East besides sowing wild oats?" he said with a bit of a laugh but there was a hint of snideness to his comment. Millicent bit her bottom lip to try to keep from laughing and turned her head away towards the window, her eyes slowly going towards William.

William managed to suppress his own laughter as well, despite the pleasure he took from seeing Egerton ridiculed. He saw Millicent then to glance at him, and he smiled at her, meeting her gaze as he did so.

"Hopefully nothing will happen to disrupt the wedding."

Millicent took a long breath, her chest rising as she did. "Yes, one an hope," she said but it wasn't clear if she truly meant the words she was saying. Rutherford seemed to squeeze her slightly and she forced a smile towards her fiance. A town came into view in the distance. It seemed that they were nearly there.

"The house which we are traveling is just on the other side, we should be there shortly," Egerton said as his lips thinned.

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Joyous Corridor -> Gaming Room
Skills: Perception, Charisma
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt was still standing outside the ajar door as the music stopped, as suddenly as it had sprung to life. His hand hesitated, half-outstretched to push the door open, as he heard voices within. He could hear the doctor and Amaranthine talking. She certainly seemed willing to please him, but it seemed that the doctor seemed to be taking the initiative, even seeming to suggest a loose friendship between the two. Cobalt decided that it was perhaps time for him to interject.

Gently pushing open the door, Cobalt slowly clapped, smiling beneath his mask as he nodded his head slightly towards Amaranthine, carefully watching her as he spoke.

"Beautiful playing, Chanteuse. I join the good doctor in admitting that I am now in your debt. You've brought a sense of beauty and joy to a place that is sorely lacking it, and for that I am more than grateful."
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