Wilted Rose

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Pasta just wants land promised from the Treaty of Saint-Germain-en-Laye :c

Do The Eagles Circle The Mountains? - A Eastern "Middle Ages" Fantasy RP

As has been mentioned before, frequent posts(whoops) are wanted more then high quality long posts. That doesn't mean short 2 paragraph posts are exactly... good. I rarely do forum roleplay is why my posts are small and of lower-quality sadly, but if you can and want, make them long and detailed.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

<Snipped quote by Wilted Rose>

Serbs will beat your silly army with nothing more then 3 guys armed with instruments.

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Remove pasta?

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

But... the Battle of Cape Spartivento! Or the Battle of Calabria, not the mention the Raid on Alexandria! Italy didn't suck as bad as people like to think! Especially when it comes to the air and sea.

Army? Eh... let's uh... not talk about the army.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

*closes about 20 tabs on navy stuff of italy*

Why is this so much more complicated then I thought it'd be.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

----------Of the coast of Egypt, near Suez----------

The sight of the damage done by the Spanish Armada was easily visible from a distance, especially as close as they were. Illardi Cardosi looked through his binoculars towards the opening of land that lead to the red sea, his face sun burnt from being outside the safe haven of the cruiser, Giuseppe Garibaldi. "Cazzo... The Spanish sure like making an entrance."

"Indeed. Do you think it is safe for civilian shipping to continue? The senate needs to know if the Suez is usable." Spoke another voice, convincing Illardi to lower his binoculars to look at the captain of the vessel. Captain Aleramo Laurenzi was a tall, broad shouldered man. Everyone usually assumes him to be a member of the Royal Army, not a naval captain of a cruiser. A pipe hangs in his left hand, the thin trail of smoke blowing to the sides as the crisp Mediterranean wind blows it to the side.

"It would be hard to tell at the distance for sure, but the Spanish fleet seems to have been able to pass through. The nearest Regia Marina vessels are near Crete at the moment, but they are heading to Malta." Illardi replied, as he lead his captain back inside the vessel.

Many of the crew members were eating at this hour, except the radio operators standing by to relay information to Italy proper, and the people working down in the engine rooms. "The best way to check, and most dangerous, if to sail ourselves through the Suez at a low speed. We don't know how much wreckage, mines, or potential aggressors lie deep into the canal. For all we know, Ethiopian elements could be set up along the shores to fire at any vessel that passes through, even if they don't fly the Spanish flag." Illardi commented as they made into the main room for the radio operators, Illardi himself taking a seat at the main table.

"This is why we must check, better we use the Giuseppe Garibaldi then risk a civilian freighter trying to get to Japan or Australia. We can take what other makeshift weapons that could be pointed our way, freighters are unarmored." Laurenzi replied as elected to cotinue standing in the doorway. "I'm going to need you to relay the information back to Grande' Ammiraglio Fabro of our intentions, and prepare to enter the Suez."

"Aye, Captain." Illardi nodded at him, and the other operators in the room, obviously listening to the conversation, started to get to work notifying the crewmen of the vessel to prepare."

Laurenzi turned and left the room, heading down a hallway as the alarms began to ring over the intercom. "Questa non è un'esercitazione, ripeto questa non è un'esercitazione. Tutte le mani alle stazioni di azione."(*)

----------Genoa, Liguria----------

The postponing of shipping through the Suez Canal was weighing heavily on both civilian and military minds alike, especially here at the Supermarina, Italy's naval headquarters. Grande' Ammiraglio Tito Fabro was hard at work dealing with the senate on re-opening the Suez canal, by sending a cruiser to examine the damage inflicted by the Spanish and Ethiopians. Finally, after two days of waiting, a message has returned from the captain of the vessel.

Tito sat a large oval table, with several ranking members of the navy and CEOs of major shipping companies that handled the shipping from Italy to Asia. A printed copy of the message in front of him as he worded out what it said. "At this time, the Regia Marina Duca degli Abruzzi-class light cruiser, Giuseppe Garibaldi, is entering the damaged Suez Canal to examine possible damage done by Spanish and Ethiopian army, marine, and naval elements. As well as to examine if potential hostile elements of those forces remain that will threaten naval and civilian assets of using the canal. We will radio back updates twice every hour."

"Why not send our own forces to secure the canal, ensuring such an important assets remains neutral during this conflict?" Inquired on of the CEOs after hearing the message.

"Because you are not in charge here, few members of the Supermarina want to attempt to secure the Suez because of potential backlash by the international community. A nation securing total control over one of the most vital water ways in the world? In the hopes of neutrality? Few with believe that. The Spanish might back us, but only for the hopes we only let them pass. So no, a military landing is not an option." Tito said, eyeing the CEO closely. "Instead, the current plan is a naval convoy system to protect freighters until they reach the Arabian Sea, which is away from the combat area in Africa. Once we know if the Suez is usable currently, we will either prepare to clean it up, or begin the convoys."

(* - "This is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill. All hands to action stations." I wanted to have SOME Italian words in it, okay? Gosh.)

Do The Eagles Circle The Mountains? - A Eastern "Middle Ages" Fantasy RP

And then you can be in mercantile competition with Byrd. ;D

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*sad trumpet noises because not mentioned*

Do The Eagles Circle The Mountains? - A Eastern "Middle Ages" Fantasy RP

Śukaraguzāra

The light breeze gently blew through the fields, crops and trees swaying ever so slightly as the moving air passed by. The sun beating down onto the ground, delayed and blocked only by the occasional cloud. The sounds of people working hear able even from a distance.
By all accounts, it was a picturesque day for Hōrēsa, who looked out upon the waters of the great sea. Ships carrying the symbols of the Dari they orginate glide across the water, most heading south to continue the long standing trade routes Dari had set up many a year ago.

Hōrēsa himself stood atop one of the hills overlooking the port capital, Śukaraguzāra, as well as the many fields of crops around the city. This city, despite many of the great families denying this, if the lifeblood of the Commonwealth. The only place where unity between the Dari is real and true. Not simply an idea and saying. Here, this is Dari'a and not a Dari.

To Hōrēsa however, he did not care much about the ideals of the Commonwealth. Only that it made Śukaraguzāra the most prosperous city of the east. Wealth from the entire Commonwealth, and even over cities of places far off, pour into the harbor upon ships so radically different one would think they were alien.

Yet, all this just makes him a very happy man. He brings up a wrinkled hand to his pure white mustache and rubs a finger against it as if it was a comb. Being a member of the Ghaṭa prīśada had turned him into a very wealthy man. He owned seventeen different trading ships alone. That isn't counting his many subordinates who may own a ship of their own.

"Today... is a good day." He said, as he began to slowly make his way down the hill. The path being nothing but dirt and rocks made the toll on his frail old body more then usual. His voice sounding out one of the few things the Dari have in common; Accent.
To outsiders, it made the Dari all sound like upper class businessman who tend to be very uptight. Though, that is most likely because outsiders only ever deal with businessmen. Very few are allowed to leave the ports they enter. Xenophobic attitude is something that is hard to kill, after all.

"Hōrēsa! Father, please, over here!" Shouted a young woman at the end of the path, it seemed she was trying to get up the kill judging by the dirt on the bottom of her Salwar kameez.

"Oh, it is you Phalāvara. I thought it was about to deal with a Kutā tē hamalē*. What is the problem, my daughter? More people trying to make you sign deals for me?" Hōrēsa said as he finished his way down the path. His daughter taking up the space next to him as they made their way into the outskirts of town.

"No, there is an emergency meeting of the Ghaṭa prīśada with the Cōnakāra." She said as she easily kept pace with him. It wasn't hard trying to follow an old man after all.

"So they sent you to get me? Must be a really important emergency. Go on, tell them I'll be there shortly." He waved her off, and with a nod, she picked up her pace down the road and disappeared into the thickening crowd.

((* - derogatory term for non-working peasants looking for handouts.))

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

True beauty.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

I have returned, and as an apology for my extended absence I have decided to show a short clip of a project I am working on about PoW.



Now then, back to working on a post.