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Fallout RP: The Old World

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I honestly think you should just publish first turn at with five and let the rest wait. You guys have had a while and you knew full well he was writing the turn, you're just being un fair on him. Plus it makes for more organic start since not every new civilisaton pops up at the exact same time

But first turn advantage, besides I rarely have the change to be on my PC since for the past week it's been nothing but exams for me.

[QUOTE=M.C.;49778691]But first turn advantage, besides I rarely have the change to be on my PC since for the past week it's been nothing but exams for me.[/QUOTE] Believe me mate, in Fallout, there is no such thing as a first turn advantage. It just means you get to wallow in shit for a bit longer

It's an RP so there isn't really an advantage but considering they've been sent in I think they should be written (that said I'm obviously bias). It's totally up to Sobotnik, seeing as he writes the turns.

Everything is already finished minus the new turns sent in, so I can post now or later this evening. In terms of waiting, the people who already sent in the turns have been waiting a week, while the people who sent them in today haven't been waiting.

The people of Cavan say do what you must sobutt

The people of the Vikingr thallasocracy are going to hang you and have a pair of crows peck out your eyeballs but thats for different reasons

Here's my backstory [quote]This time, Kebab removes [I]you[/I][/quote]

[img]http://i.imgur.com/wgFVG1u.png[/img] [img_thumb]http://i.cubeupload.com/4Eyhyw.png[/img_thumb] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8K29Ymt28hg[/media] [quote]The best defence against the atom bomb is not to be there when it goes off. - British Army Journal, 1949.[/quote] Events of the years 2175 – 2180: -A century has passed since the great deluge. The phoenix rises once again from the ashes, like those before it. Like Assyria and Babylon, Greece and Carthage, Rome and Charlemagne, the United States, China. All ground into dust and their fields ploughed with salt, their great works cast down and rode over by their impoverished and ignorant successors. The great clockmakers mechanism continues to hum and tick quietly as the eternal pendulum swings back and forth. Now there are new peoples, ready to repopulate the empty earth and to build a new civilization atop the one that came before it. But the cries of the dead still echo, and not everything was vaporized in the war. [img]http://i.imgur.com/OZYDg78.png[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=306346&dateline=1455416987[/img] [b]Al-Landanistan – Zillamaster55 Leader: Al-Onghanq Capital: Al-Landan[/b] -As London returned into the swamps and to the state it was in when the Romans arrived, the high levels of radiation drove out even the residents of the east end. Eighty years passed, leaving a ruined city sinking slowly into the mud. A group of Moslems, banded together under the banner of the one true faith – made their home in the tube where they were forced to eat spam for sustenance. Around the time they emerged, a boy now known to the world as Abu bin Kharib was born. The harshness of the British climate slowly moulded him into a hardy man, and in the gangs that prowled the muddy wastes of what was once the greatest city in the world he learned many skills and uncovered his natural talent for leadership. Guns were scarce, so his gang learned how to utilize broken pipes and knives as they stabbed each other over scraps of meaningless land. The Thames ran weakly with blood, for the children who died in it were few and their impact barely registered. -But some form of society still functioned. You had peddlers who knew how to exchange trinkets for food, and travellers who braved the torrential rains to reach exotic locations such as Bromley and Hillingdon. The parts of the tube not flooded or blocked served as a safe network to these men scrabbling in the darkness. Kharib found himself down one such tunnel when he had a religious vision – of god telling him to unite the quarrelling tribes of Al-Landanistan and to recreate the Unatyed Qingdom. While the elders in Tower Hamlets thought that the older society they lived upon was different from his interpretation, he did not allow that to cloud his thoughts. Using his connections he coerced or convinced various peddlers and traders to scavenge up guns, knives, to fashion up crude armour, bows, and the like. After assembling the gangs of Tower Hamlets together, they attacked the other suburbs, driving out or subjugating them and forcing them to submit to his authority. Within five years he has secured control over much of London north of the river, but his men are superstitious and refuse to go south of the river. Indeed, many of the bridges heading south are held by more ferocious gangs who beat people with lead pipes for refusing to pay a toll (usually a valuable object, or oral sex). Rape remains common, especially south of the river in Croydon, where the cuttings of genitals are kept by some gangs as a talisman that gives the owner great power. -In a ruined library, few books survived the war and the weather. But a penguin “History of Medieval England” stuck out and convinced Kharib to adopt the name Al-Ongshanq after a long dead general who lived nearly a thousand years prior. In turn, he appointed each of the original members of his gang to lord over a particular suburb and granted them their own smaller gangs to help keep control. To maintain his authority over all his fellow gang-members, he bans private weaponry and keeps his own armoury. Some form of primitive law is adopted from what can be gleamed from old legal papers. Thus a law to ban smoking indoors in a place of business was adopted, while it has become illegal to watch television unless you have a license. In order to impress surrounding tribes and to convince the world of his power, Al-Ongshanq had a mosque built using rubble from the Houses of Parliament, with an old belltower converted into a minaret. Once known as “Big Benjamin”, it is thought to be a Jewish religious structure. As there are no Jews around to confirm or deny this, it is hard to be sure. [img]http://i.imgur.com/qItZsE0.png[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=440820&dateline=1453437183[/img] [b]Kingdom of Cavan – Native Hunter Leader: Peter Ó Raghallaigh Capital: Cavan[/b] -When the bombs fell, the Republic of Ireland was lucky in that it avoided most of the bombs due to neutrality in the conflict. Unfortunately, Northern Ireland was vaporized and the general collapse of order led to a regression to primitive conditions anyways. Without stout British hearts, the anarchistic Irish turned in on themselves. The Republican government broke down into a number of competing regional factions, made worse by the actions of the IRA. Barely half a century passed before the smoke cleared. After the roving bands of survivors and isolated farming villages exhausted the advanced technologies and tinned peaches, they began to settle down into more stable communities that survived upon a mixture of scavenging and agriculture. The Catholic Church remained perhaps one of the only institutions to survive the war, becoming a refuge for many and the bedrock of stability. Prayers were still said, baptisms recorded, and songs were sung in the damp and decayed buildings. The Reilly family owned a great deal of land in Cavan, and after the war helped to offer protection to many tenants while working together with what remained of the church. Sixty years passed, and the grandchildren of these landlords had come to enjoy their new power, styling themselves as an aristocracy and electing from amongst themselves a “King”. After Peter “the fat” Ó Raghallaigh died of syphilis, his son Peter II was elected to lead Cavan. -Despite the aspirations to rekindle feudalism (whenever from idealism or a pragmatic need for survival), the memory of the Republic remains strong. While the IRA has long since degenerated into bandits, they still claim to represent the old government and regularly kill innocent people and bully others for money, much like they did prior to the nuclear deluge. King Peter was well-aware of these problems and sought to travel around his demesne to help bolster support for the landlords. Although it has been only eighty years since the Republic ceased to exist in any capacity, there are still remains of police stations, libraries, and the like which are staffed by semiliterates struggling to continue what remains of prewar Ireland. There are still electrical generators, glass windows, cotton clothing, and printed books – but they are slowly disappearing. Although his tenants still believe themselves to be holding an official legal contract and are obliged to pay rent, they are steadily losing the ability to read the contracts which are almost unenforceable anyways, not to mention that they still refer to one another as “citizens” and respect the authority of the “police” and “postmen”. Peter attempted to buy their loyalty by distributing toys to children and food to the hungry, although his “militia” is much more effective. In collaboration with what remained of the Irish police force in Cavan, he managed to set up some defence forces and organised them to fend off IRA bandits. Towers were set up in the upstairs of ruined houses or churches, made out of salvaged wood and nails. They provide a lookout, and the few electricians left help to string up electrical generators to run lights and to even keep a telephone going. -King Peter is well aware of what is happening to his people – the old Ireland is slowly dying. This is something that bothered him so much he had a map of Ireland carved into a table at his home from a copy of a prewar map – complete with the Republican era district boundaries and names. Gaelic continues to remain a minority tongue among the Irish, although the end of English influence and dimly remembered nationalism has resulted in the common language adopting some Gaelic words and phrases. The few churches that exist are staffed primarily by priests whose education is little better than that of a prewar highschool student, and they struggle as their small numbers cannot cope and their roles are often filled by laity. The lack of communication with the rest of Christendom makes rebuilding the hierarchy difficult, although the faith remains strong – Peter spent considerable effort on repairing the cathedral at Cavan. Many roof tiles were taken from ruined houses, while windows were replaced with ones made from shards of glass that were carefully fitted together in wooden frames. The cathedral has become a sort of community centre, where the children of tenant farmers can learn the Christian way of life, the Ten Commandments, and some agricultural knowledge (it has its own garden). Rag and bone men often travel out of Cavan, but they often bring back a mutant cow or a wild sheep to be exchanged in return for something valuable at bartering places. Domestic animals are rare, and often one can get a lot in return for it (like batteries, lightbulbs, axes, swiss army knives, etc). To encourage this practice, militias from towns often travel out into other parts of Ireland to barter various trinkets so as to build up trust. The tarmac roads still show the way, but they are becoming worn and cracked. [img]http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0c9f/vlg4wofk1ihg4m9zg.jpg[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=542325&dateline=1411600431[/img] [b]Eisen Coalition – Dr. Critic Capital: Eisenhollow Leader: Varn Klausner[/b] -Unlike much of Europe, the Swiss have done relatively well considering a global nuclear war. Without being a direct target and nestled amongst the mountains, the Swiss had the time and resources to prepare themselves and adapt as the world around them slid into oblivion. Many villages and towns survived (in reduced form), and whatever they could not make or grow they traded for with scavengers from the lands that were former nations from around them. Having had a longstanding tradition of military conscription and national service, most Swiss communities formed militias that were well-trained and disciplined – a rarity in the Hobbesian anarchy of post-nuclear Europe. Even when the Swiss confederation broke down, remnants of it carried on in the form of allied villages sworn to mutual protection and aid. From here came Varn Klausner, a boy from a remote community who was hired to defend trade caravans. Ported along on wheelbarrows, donkeys, and backs, they carry whatever scraps they can find for trade. His skill at survival in the unforgiving wilderness and charisma led to him escaping from many sticky situations –such as in 2166 a trade caravan was slain and a greedy mayor attempted to requisition the goods from the survivors. Varn not only bested the town militia, but executed the mayor and then declared himself the new mayor of Eisenhollow in accordance with strongman theory. -Now a century has passed since the bombs fell. Switzerland remains a land of petty villages that continue to waver on the line between a reversion into barbarity or an attempt to maintain civilization. While numerous other places gradually died from disease and famine, or fell in conflict, Varn held his ground. Reforming the town militia with aid from other mercenaries and the grandchildren of Swiss officers, he made it a safe refuge for many – and maintained open routes through the mountains by clearing detritus. This led to him effectively monopolizing what little trade there now was between Italy and Germany, and drew the ire of many other impoverished villages that envied his power and often tried to undermine him. To counter them, he struck first by murdering militia leaders and storming their villages, and forced them to back down and recognise him as the pre-eminent ruler. Varn declared himself Princeps, and worked feverishly to legitimise his rule. All militiamen under his command were been ordered to wear uniforms made of yellow and black cloth in order to increase unity, while several specialized expeditions have been formed for the purpose of recovering prewar artefacts. The Swiss are well aware that they are losing touch with their past, especially as the last few people born before the war die. The last one to die was a 107 year old woman whose last sight was a bright flash that caused her to go blind. Now that she is gone, there is not a single person left who saw for themselves what life was like before the flame deluge. -Varn is interested considerably in trade and commerce at a time when the world lacks much of both. Almost nothing these days are manufactured, and the items that pass through the makeshift stalls and in wheelbarrows reflect that – century old radio parts, swiss army knives, bullets, and lightbulbs are common, but are slowly giving way to simpler things like shovels and axes or salami and cheese. Much like in California overseas, the denizens of Eisenhollow utilize bottlecaps as a kind of currency – albeit not widely accepted. Nonetheless, Varn demands tolls from caravans in the form of these caps (which has led to the traders starting to use it to a limited degree), while he also orders taxes to be cut on town dwellers. This is easy enough considering they don’t even pay taxes besides some donations to local militias in the first place. Varn has introduced another collection of strange rules, such as banning people from owning explosive weaponry and demanding travellers declare them if they are passing through. Presumably he wishes to selfishly horde them for himself, especially after he receives a tip about a lost Swiss army base from the Wandering Jew. He offers the Jew money to divulge the secret, but the Jew asks only for a hot meal and some cheese and salami for the road. Taking Varn and his bodyguard with him, they climb up the side of a mountain where he shows frozen bodies from the wars – perfectly preserved and their equipment intact. When asked about the bunkers, he replies that they are buried deep in the snow and ice, and that he can offer no more help. After returning to town, he mysteriously vanishes on the road south. [img]http://i.imgur.com/FdXUcTL.png?1[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=601768&dateline=1420557903[/img] [b]Puebno dendes los Pertennése – Pezgod1 Capital: Aldikomontax Leader: Ryenne Leheberstejenekor[/b] -The mountains have been a refuge for many during times of crisis and persecution – from Visigoths fleeing the Moslem invasions unto present day the Pyrennes have been home to many people. In the last century, those fleeing the bombs sought refuge in the highlands, dying from diseases, starvation, illness, and outbursts of unrestrained mad violence. There are Frenchmen and Castillians, Basques and Catalans, mixed together and struggling. Several decades passed, and in that time they continued to struggle in a harsh and unrelenting environment. Rouge armies and refugees gave way to bandits and mutant animals that killed, maimed, and ate for survival. Those that survived these challenges gradually thinned out and lost much of the skills and behaviours that marked high civilization - they even lost their original languages, which blended together into a tongue that future historians would describe as a vulgarized Romance language named Pertennese. Isolated from the outside world, they lived on their own for decades, save for the occasional traveller or peddler seeking trinkets. When asked their name, the response was "Puebno". Although they had lost a lot, they still enjoyed music like many of their ancestors and made efforts to procure guitars and drumsets along with extremely rare cassette tapes. -Ryenne denda Pertonneguard stuck out at a young age for his wildness, even among his people. Born with wanderlust in his heart (and also a horny teenager), he travelled around seeking... something. He met a trader caravan, perhaps one of the first to pass by the area, and informed them about the craftworks of the people in the mountains. From that point on, the first regular caravan came up to his home village, usually once a year or so. The impact was significant in that it began opening up their formerly limited world - not everybody had died or had even been reduced to the status of savages. It soon became common for many Puebno to take to the roads as travelling guitarists, playing music in return for hospitality. By the end of the 2170s they have already developed a reputation as master musicians, although a bit wild in their manners. Bringing back even more information about the outside world, an older Ryenne argued to form a governing body over all Puebno headed by elders and family patriarchs lest the attacks of the past on their society return. Knowing of the dangers that could return, the elders granted him command of a number of men and ordered him to the south to try and recover more guns and ammo. On the long trek south, Ryenne passed through the warm plains of Zaragoza and saw many ruins of civilization - ruined churches and crumbled roads along with rotted telephone poles and rusted cars. Occasionally here and there one would see a few people about some ruins, but Ryenne kept a distance. They eventually looted some old farmhouses and underground bunkers - but with slim pickings. On their return they met the Wandering Jew who kindly introduced them to friendlier villages, and when asked about artefacts he says he knows of an army base to the far south, near the "Pillars of Hercules". He then picks up and leaves, although not before giving a piece of Swiss cheese to one of the children. -After returning, Ryenne began to organise a trade caravan and distributed the guns. With their new knowledge they would plan to head west into the Basque lands to help move some families after discovering many abandoned lands free to settle - while also taking a number of trinkets and goods that the southerners may be interested in buying. Aldikomontax is also under plans to be renovated after some innovations from the southerns are brought back. Houses are being torn down and rebuilt with strong floors made from paving slabs, while walls are being built from old telephone posts and sheets of metal. To complete these renovations however, they need tools - which are lacking here. It is hoped that the caravan (carrying cassette tapes, wood, animal skins, wool, and prewar trinkets) will be able to trade for these goods and more. Thus in 2179 the first great caravan (led by Ryenne) set out along with a number of families and experienced hunters to the west. The plains have a number of mutant animals which regularly terrorize the scattered villages, not to mention a number of bandits that often eat the flesh of those they kill. Consequently the area has been designated a place for the warriors of the Puebno to hone their skills in marksmanship (with bows for the juniors and rifles for the seniors), and it is said that some will pay good bounties for the heads of the truly abhorrent monsters prowling the wastes. To the north in what was once France scouts have reported the existence of a building filled with men that wear robes and speak a strange language. As the new families settle down, the caravan is eventually forced to part ways, hoping that the skills passed on will be enough to protect the new settlements from the dangers of the wastes. Ryenne is left with a difficult question - where to next? [img]http://i.imgur.com/A8YB8EO.gif[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=599411&dateline=1455383136[/img] [b]Vikingr - EuSKalduna Capital: Gate of Valhalla Leader: Asmund the Mad[/b] -Denmark did not do well out of the war at all - considering nearly everybody died and little was left standing to remind people that there was once a country known as Denmark here. A century on it is a very miserable place indeed - even worse than pre-war Plymouth. It is a complete mess, as much of the country has been eroded by the wind and waves or drowned when dykes and irrigation works either burst or decayed. Fertile fields returned into swamps, vast thickets grew up, straggly trees began to recolonise empty land, and the cities were knocked over and half buried. The survivors struggle on a meagre diet and in threadbare clothes. Fishing and pasture is how most people get food, although there are also tins which contain all sorts of bizzare foods that nobody has any idea of how they are meant to look or taste. Many often eat decayed food by accident, while others suffer from food poisoning. Scavengers dig down into the basements and lower floors of buildings - some even swim and try to bust open rusted safes in the dim and murky waters of flooded towns. One of these scavengers was a fellow who was searching the basement of a ruined lab before an accident involving a "Peento" led to him being trapped down there. With an unseen radiation source and near darkness, he spent a long time in isolation and decided to watch a holotape about a dead religion known as "Norse" to pass the time. When his compatriots later recovered him, they found him quite mad from the experience - especially since he declared himself a kind of fucking god or something. -Naming himself Asmund, he travelled to the local scavenging town and aided them when a group of raiders threatened to overwhelm the town. Asmund, without regard for personal safety went and charged the raiders with a rusty rifle and battered bayonet, fighting literally tooth and nail as he tore out their throats with his teeth and scratched at their eyes when he ran out of bullets and the bayonet got stuck in the ribcage of one unfortunate fellow. Impressing the local town so much, they swore fealty to him as no mere mortal could have survived such an encounter and fought off so many singlehandedly. He led them on to the raiders camp and brutually murdered the last of them, personally strangling the leader to death with a rope and leaving his body for the carrion birds to feast upon. The next few years saw him use his charisma and loud booming voice (and eventually the great beard he grew and the armour he began to wear) convince many that even if he wasn't a god, he was a great man at least who could show the way forwards. Soon he brought together several thousand people, once scattered over Zealand but now with a new purpose in mind - to follow the Norse faith and to follow Asmund the Mad to the ends of the earth and beyond in the quest for glory and greatness. -Although there are still Christians and secularists left in the country, they were quickly disposed of through the new "annual sacrifices" now demanded by Asmund - every year they must sacrifice at least one great leader to please the gods of Valhalla, which in turn has encouraged conquests and exploration to find places to conquer. Many old yachts and fishing boats have been repaired and set to sail again, although they are now nicknamed "longboats" and have the carved heads of dragons nailed onto the front. These new Vikings carry with them great battleaxes which have been fashioned together out of scrap metal (often using primitive electric arc furnances) and a few guns as well. Unlike others, they deliberately eschew firearms in favour of melee weapons due to their simplicity and reliability - especially as ammo and firearms are both hard to procure. This had the effect of often terrifying other populations into submission or even giving up payment in return for not being raided. Eventually Asmund ordered all of his followers to abandon the hinterland and to move to the coasts so as to reclaim their lost heritage as battling seafarers - although it becomes quickly apparent there isn't enough food and resources to go around. As a consequence, he orders a migration of some of his people to the southern tip of Sweden where they establish a new town and terrorize the locals. But Asmund is restless and constantly shaking - he has already ordered scouts to explore the rest of the Baltic sea, and his desire to conquer and convert all to the Norse faith means he could very well be on the move once more. [img]http://i.imgur.com/DzDw5YL.jpg[/img] [i]Information distributed by the British Government shortly before the Great War[/i] [B]Current player List:[/B] -Al-Landanistan – Zillamaster55 -Kingdom of Cavan – Native Hunter -Eisen Coalition – Dr. Critic -Puebno dendes los Pertennése – Pezgod1 -Vikingr - EuSKalduna [b]If you haven’t already done so, please join our group. There will usually be people chatting in the chat room after each turn is posted, so please pop in for a visit.[/b] [url]http://steamcommunity.com/groups/FaRPG[/url]

Punching turn in tonight.

ey bois send in ur turns soonish turn will be out sometime this weekend hopefully

An heir is born!

glorious nu zurich rises hold onto your caps lads

You bitches better have your turns or I swear to god we're going hardcore on your ass

I'll write my turn tommorow, internet went all weird and cut out the past two days

[QUOTE=EuSKalduna;49808446]You bitches better have your turns or I swear to god we're going hardcore on your ass[/QUOTE] i sent this turn in before it was cool to send this turn in by that i mean i'm a loser

[img]http://i.imgur.com/LTMSPrF.jpg[/img] [i]Frederiksberg Palace - Vikingr, 2181[/i]

[QUOTE=Sobotnik;49826349][img]http://i.imgur.com/LTMSPrF.jpg[/img] [i]Frederiksberg Palace - Vikingr, 2181[/i][/QUOTE] Badass

Is there room for one more on this ship?

No more players for now, at 9. Also Zilla has to send in his turn

I will castrate Zilla with a spatula and gut them with a wooden cooking spoon

[img]https://i.gyazo.com/ef89aa38827e36a4eb5b7aa37f33a388.png[/img] you hack/fraud

dont worry, turn is slowly coming, i've got 3 left to write

[media]https://youtu.be/Q_pfnLybgCY[/media] [sp]not moaning, just a bump <3[/sp]

I apologize in advance but it still isn't ready yet

Looks intresting.

[img_thumb]http://i.cubeupload.com/jKyHOq.png[/img_thumb] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOJHz6Przdw[/media] [quote]If you're going through hell, keep going. - Winston Churchill[/quote] Events of the years 2180 – 2185: -The continent remains bathed in darkness, a land nearly bleached clean of life. From the great hulks sailing through the aether above, the long-dead occupants can see a world in which the lights have been switched off. It is a dead world, black and silent. Occasionally a satellites orbit decays and it begins to tumble back down to the earth whence it came. It tumbles and breaks up into a million pieces before incinerating in the intense heat. The ones that remain in the skies watch over a earth that is slowly but surely changing. Black and grey land is slowly fading into a dirty green speckled over the world. The lines that once denoted railway lines and highways are slowly swallowed up by this green. The world is changing. [img]http://i.imgur.com/qItZsE0.png[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=440820&dateline=1453437183[/img] [b]Kingdom of Cavan – Native Hunter Leader: Peter Ó Raghallaigh Capital: Cavan[/b] -The IRA gangs continue to cause havoc for many, for in 2181 one group of them decided to terrorize a village that had refused to hand over supplies and was under the formal jurisdiction of Cavan. These bandits forced the inhabitants outside at gun and spearpoint, and ordered them all to strip. After this, many of the men were hung from a tree and stabbed while the mayor was forced to drink fuel oil before he too was hung and then set on fire. Several women were taken as sex slaves, before the IRA daubed "Fuck the Orangemen" on one of the houses, which they believed to be the calling card of the old IRA. Upon the news reaching Peter II, he flew into a rage by slamming a mug of nettle tea into the floor and immediately ordered up all of the young and willing men of Cavan to arms in order to avenge this atrocity. Having already made a name for himself as a more physical and confrontational man than his father, he regularly trained together with the his followers in Cavan and thus had won much of their loyalty for his dedication. All eighty seven fighting men in the town rallied under his banner and marched out to find and destroy the IRA menace once and for all. Expeditionary groups were sent out to ask villages and other towns for assistance in locating the IRA gang that had committed this atrocity. A week later, they finally found them. -Marching down an overgrown roadway, they discovered an old cutting with metal rails half buried in them and an occasional rusted locomotive sitting in the midst of the vegetation. The old pathway showed them to a tunnel where the bandits had made themselves secure, and Peter ordered his men to attack from both ends. Entering the tunnel they fired down from both ends and caused the gang to panic, before showering the interior with bullets and crossbow bolts. Eventually they closed in, switching to spears and even rocks as one man had his skull caved in. The gang was arrested and the slaves freed, with the ringleaders taken back to Cavan where they were beaten savagely and then strangled to death. In order to deter any further incursions, their bodies were hung up at the boundaries of the kingdom draped in orange cloth, while palisades made of wood and rubble were built around frontier villages (Cavan itself is having brick and rubble walls slowly built around it). Impressed by his actions, the villages band together and pledge alligiance to Cavan in return for support against the bandits, and the locals even began to announce "Up the Orangemen" as a kind of greeting to annoy the IRA gangs. Over the next few years, many of these gangs are cleared from the roads and are forced out entirely, allowing for safer travel. -This new safety and breathing space has allowed for some new changes within Cavan - communications are a little bit more reliable. As it turns out, there are plentiful sheep still around, not to mention a few horses (which were traded for a house in Cavan). Some poorer land has been set aside by the people here to graze sheep on, while the new safety has allowed them to clear extra vegetation to plant some crops on. They practice a form of field rotation that has been encouraged in revent years - mainly by swapping clover, potatoes, and wheat every season in rotation. Some older people are starting to pass on the skills needed to weave new clothing from wool. The old library in Cavan has been designated a "royal library" as now it enjoys political support - Peter demands books to be brought here in return for a new coinage which has been making the rounds. With electrical equipment breaking down and becoming even more worthless, there is a lot of copper spare to use. Consequently, people are stripping wires from houses and are beating them into slugs which have the face of Peter pressed on them. They serve as a kind of money since there is a demand for other things made of copper (in fact most of them disappear as quickly as they appear), but the do make it known to the world that there is a "King Peter". From Carrickfergus, the leader of the "real" IRA (there are four other organisations with that name but this is the "real" real deal) takes note of Peters activities. [img]http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0c9f/vlg4wofk1ihg4m9zg.jpg[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=542325&dateline=1411600431[/img] [b]Eisen Coalition – Dr. Critic Capital: Eisenhollow Leader: Varn Klausner[/b] -After the expedition up the mountains, Varn brings back a number of pre-war guns and other military equipment, most of it servicable after being recovered from the ice. One body that they tried to recover later fell into a crevasse and remained frozen there until the 57th century at which point it was determined that the individual had suffered from constipation. These archaeologists later determined that Varn later did a circuit of all of the varied miserable towns in the coalition, where he gave speeches to the people there and encouraged the lowlifes to "Get a real hobby and stop rolling in shit". In these speeches he would announce that in order to improve material living conditions, he would give people help to learn skills that would be needed in this new world. A few books were cobbled together in suitable buildings along with some skilled individuals (whose ancestors had worked in traditional crafts) to help with this. This new program is much like old apprenticeships, for in order to make it worthwhile the people being taught have to work as well. It began in Eisenhollow, and within a few years a small number of apprenticeships have been started - mainly for crafts such as carpentry or metallworking. It's small and on an ad hoc basis, but at least it's a start. -Varn was depressed by the considerable lack of trade throughout the Alps. Even after he reformed the militia system and continued to make the pathways safer there were still very few people. In 2183 a major bridge collapsed and hurried work by the locals allowed them to build a cruder one out of rubble over the old. A few more traders appear from Italy. The three Italian merchants sell some products like cheese and dried fruit in return for scrap metal and tools, before packing up and disappearing for months on end. A donkey (a creature unseen since before the war) was later noticed among them, and eventually they began to talk about a "market" in Milan. A scouting expedition sent along with them confirmed the existence of the market, where the inhabitants proudly reported to have begun using old Roman coins as money (due to their scarcity and difficulty to manufacture). A few deals, and some denarii ends up in Eisenhollow where it impresses Varn. Having heard of the market he ordered a space cleared up and set aside for trading in the middle of the town, where people had to conduct all of their business (the advantage being that officials would watch over and make sure the deals were fair). A few months after it began, there are now a handful of rickety stalls with some tailors and repairmen plying their trade. -A few more trips up into the mountains revealed some more frozen corpses and the guns, which were pried from their cold, and dead hands. Most of these guns are pretty similar along with the munitions and equipment kits, so Varn ordered all of his militias to begin using the same guns where possible so that they didn't need to carry a multitude of guns and different bullets around. They've also been reorganized, so that militias are now called "Cohorts" and they are lead by "Centurions". Presumably it comes from Varn having found a small Latin dictionary that he read out of boredom and became quite obsessed with. Later on, one of the scouting expeditions ended finding pretty interesting. The old road to Zurich was blocked by rockfalls and tunnel cave-ins, but after some debris was cleared by conscripted workers with wheelbarrows and picks they ended up clearing up an alternate route. Travelling down it, they find a village under the rule of "Zurich" and uncover the existence of an independent polity further down the road. There the inhabitants reveal that they have access to a little trade from Germany and that there may be people willing to head to Eisenhollow to conduct business. Around the same time, the last generator wears out back home and the few electrical lights in the town are extinguished forever. [img]http://i.imgur.com/FdXUcTL.png?1[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=601768&dateline=1420557903[/img] [b]Puebno dendes los Pertennése – Pezgod1 Capital: Aldikomontax Leader: Ryenne Leheberstejenekor[/b] -The late 22nd century is a particulary strange time in Europe, especially in what was once the southern parts of the French Republic. There, a group of people are travelling north from the mountains of the Basque region along dusty old roads that once held six lanes of traffic. From the sky there is still a cracked line stretching off into the distance that is pockmarked by trees and the rusted heaps of lorries. The people on this road are led by Ryenne, and they are making for the robed men. They arrive at a great stone building with a few fields and huts around it, and the Abbot comes out to inform the travellers that they are at the Albertian Order of Benjamin. Ryenne asks if they need any help, and the abbot replies that they need a copy of the Principia in Latin by Newton as they were told by a wanderer that he knew of one that existed. Ryenne travels back home, rather frustrated as many libraries have long since fallen into ruin. There are rumours that there are still plentiful libraries in Ireland, but they remain rumours. The monks also report that they sent a brother to the far north with a sacred book, but he was killed by strange heretics - recovery of this book would be extremely beneficial to them. Ryenne instead focused his efforts on finding the military base to the south by outfitting yet another expedition and starting on a journey into the unknown - but he did mention to the monks he would return to consider taking on one or more or their tasks. -On this expedition they took many precautions, along with a number of hunters and cages. The way south was still marked by many roads which were still in a relatively good condition, even as the bridges collapsed and bandit gangs had to be fought or avoided. A strange cow with two heads was captured along with some sheep, which were taken back home by the rearguard. After spending several weeks on this trip, they came across a village of people addled by a kind of horrible drug made from old fertilizer chemicals. What made the fact worse is that it wasn't too hard to make these drugs, and that the inhabitants made their living by selling it to nearby localities. They were protected by a gang in return for a cut of the drug profits, a gang that frequently terrorized the central plains - this was a world a mere hairs breadth away from true Hobbesian horror. When they found the military base, there was little left of any use. A few military textbooks, tools, some bayonets, a pile of useless gold and silver, and guns without ammo. Reluctantly these were carted back to Aldikomotax, with Ryenne introducing a new law that banned the use of chems. Alcohol was still allowed because it was safer to drink than the water, and the occasional traveller would part with a few things in return for a drink. -Expeditions continued to travel out of the mountains to scavenge the bare countryside, while others began migrating. The families that had moved were now settling down well, and had fortified their village. A few more families were brought down past this outpost to the Atlantic coast where an abandoned fishing village was taken over and a few nomads wandering around nearby were invited to live. The pier was repaired along with some fishing boats, and within a few months there were fishermen on the seas once more. In the absence of humans, fish populations had boomed in spite of the nuclear devastation - the people here did not go hungry. Another group went south to Zaragoza where with some wheelbarrows and tools, they took building materials from the ruined houses (to the annoyance of the locals) and brought them back to build up a more substantial town. The first bar was built, along with some houses.Some more expeditions went exploring around southern France, revealing the existence of a few villages which on the edge of survival. The inhabitants speak a form of bastardized French, and they tell the Puebno that there are some towns in the great mountains to the east which are still inhabited. As for the only route there, it is blocked by a tribe of cannibals that lack any form of compassion or mercy. Whats more they are heavily armed, and have claimed to have killed and eaten a man who refused to give them his cheese and salami. [img]http://i.imgur.com/A8YB8EO.gif[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=599411&dateline=1455383136[/img] [b]Vikingr - EuSKalduna Capital: Gate of Valhalla Leader: Asmund the Mad[/b] -To many people, Asmund is easily one of the greatest men around in living memory. His name is spoken around much of the Baltic, worring those who still remember the old and dead civilization they cling to, and the new nations struggling to pull themselves out of the ashes. His reputation for rape is apparently due to his desire to produce a living heir - a problem considering he is nearly impotent. While one of his friends ended up becoming the ancestor to around four million Europeans in the far future, Asmund has had less luck. One of his wives finally gives him a malformed baby boy, who had the misfortune to be born with stubs for legs, leaving him unable to walk. Born in 2181, the boy is named Bard - although he later gains the nickname of "Ass-rider" when a donkey was given to him so that he may ride it at the age of 3. With an heir and the future of his house secured (for the time being at least), Asmund set out on yet another campaign of expansion - much of it bloody violent. He declares Scandinavia to be the true homeland of all Norse peoples, and thus encourages migration to the "traditional" lands. Although the populations are small and thinly spread, he puts great effort in settling families down in the Southern and Western parts of Sweden, along with parts of the Norwegian coastline and along the Danish shores. Numerous bloody raids also result in the capture of many "heathens" who refuse to submit to the true faith. -After two years of this, Asmund has already began overexerting himself. There are so few people that many of the attempted settlements end up being failures as the land is either too inhospitable or isolated. The population lives on the edge of subsistence, scratching a living out of scraps and raising a few sickly children. Half of them die before the age of five, and the survivors don't tend to live long either. Danish society is getting younger and more violent - this is most evident in the games that children play. Cuts and bruises led on to broken bones and noses, but this aggressive attitude is looked on favourably, due in part to the Norse religion (even as murders rise steadily). The population rises by maybe 3 percent, a difference barely registered since families are constantly splitting up to move to new farmsteads. While slavery and other forms of forced labour are not new, Asmund was the first to formalise the system for the benefit of these migrating families. Heathens (such as Christians and Atheists) are made thralls, and are put to work on tending sheep and small farms for their masters. Other thralls are allowed to form farming communities deeper inland, where they are left largely in peace save for tribute and sacrifice collection - a practice which the thralls frequently rebel against. The institution of the thrall later begins leading to a crude development of the old Norse class system - something only dimly recognized by those who are still literate. -Even by this point, Asmunds rule is pretty weak and shallow - he is only recognized as a powerful warlord who can attack any part of the western Baltic he pleases. Virtually all of the villages and homesteads swearing fealty to him are independent in all but name, and tribute collection is on an ad hoc basis. Even his attempts to make tribute collection a regular thing goes poorly due to the fact that his subjects are deeply impoverished. Despite this impoverishment he still needs to uphold and reinforce his legitimacy (and that of the religion), which he does by changing the names of characters in 19th century poetry and claiming it to be ancient sagas. Runestones are also raised in order to generate beneficial "powers". He manages to find enough holotapes and carpenters to help him with the construction of a new generation of boats - termed longships. While inferior to modern fishing vessels, they are relatively easy to build and repair, plus they can be carried overland for short distances. It takes months to make one that can actually sail, and its a bizarre sight among the fleets of little rowboats and yachts that make up his navy. Most travel is simply for the purpose of moving people around in this day - there is virtually no trade and any economic activity on the sea is by fishing. Some metalworking is done here and there, the products of which in turn are sent by boat to Asmunds armouries or to local blacksmiths, but it is on an exceptionally small scale. [img]http://i.cubeupload.com/5T5tPY.png[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=393181&dateline=1389053714[/img] [b]Citystate of Zurich - Ruski v2.0 Capital: Zurich Leader: Julien Walliser[/b] -More than one Swiss community survived the chaos of the new post-apocalyptic order. To the east and north of Eisen, the city of Zurich managed to cling on as the Swiss state slowly dissolved. The first years saw people first die from radiation, then from violence as refugees and the famine stricken poured into the Swiss nation. Disease set in as the water grew filthy and the hospitals ran out of supplies. All formerly powerful, wealthy, and educated men were rendered helpless in the face of such calamity - they either died with dignity or an agonizingly slow death as starved crowds tore them to shreds or their bodies withered away from the pain of hunger and illness. Years turned into decades and the city was left isolated - the Swiss government continued to ring the telephones until the lines failed, and radioed until there was only the reply of static on both ends. A century has now passed and the airwaves are long dead. Plantlife has returned with a vengence, adapting to the radiation and spreading rapidly with few people around to keep them in check. Zurich was attacked from all sides by wild animals, the advance of a slowly thickening primeval forest, and by bandits and other raiders. It is no surprise that military leaders who could defend Zurich from these outsiders gained in power and importance over the fragments of the existing civilian government. In 2176, the Swiss of Zurich voted to abolish democracy and to inaugurate Julien Walliser as their autocratic ruler. -Walliser originally came to prominence not because of any particularly great service or deeds, but due to the fact his predecessor mysteriously died in his command tent. Given that he was second in command, the Zurich council immediately appointed him as military governor. After an election confirming his rule, he immediately abolished the civilian government and introduced military appointees as its replacement. Walliser also introduced a series of much-needed reforms that would ultimately turn Zurich and the remnants of Swiss society into a society very much unlike the one which preceded the war. In a speech at a central plaza, Walliser announced the creation of a permament standing military force that all citizens must support in order to receive the benefits of citizenship. These benefits are rather questionable given that the commoners lack most political rights now, and it is only sheer military might that protects them from the horrors of the outside world (yet also keeps them in line). Men of suitable age are conscripted into the army, while citizens are expected to help provision supplies for soliders whenever the time calls for it. In return, the Zurich city has promised its citizens an annual stipend of basic food supplies in order to guard against hunger. Bread, cheese, some dried meat, and beer are among the rations given out. The military officers who rule now have already begun forming themselves into an oligarchy "Strategists" they call themselves - because they read books of strategy, -Of course there were those that received the reforms rather poorly, citing the long and proud history of democratic participation in Switzerland and the new regime which goes against Swiss values so brazenly and openly. Riots and minor rebellions led by citizens or from some minor villages are soon crushed by the retinues of Walliser, and the food stipend is used to help buy the loyalty of much of the citizenry while denying its advantages to the rebels. Many villages were able to hold out for some years in the minor civil war, but their isolation and hunger eventually led them to surrender. By 2179 the Zurich state had firmly crushed all opposition to its rule, and had now considerably increased the size of its army at the expense of many peoples living standards. Armed with scavenged guns and knowledge of the surrounding lands, scouts have been sent out into the northern hinterlands to follow the meagre remains of roads that a few traders walk along - presumably in order to find what civilization exists to the north. Zurich is a logical endpoint to the trade routes from Germany into Switzerland, after which there are a few pathways further south that few travel along. Some men from "Eisenhollow" arrive and make themselves and their town known before leaving, while later the scouts return from Germany to report a number of villages still existing. What's more, they report that there is a lot of uninhabited (but overgrown) land that could be settled with farmers provided they were well looked after. [img]http://i.imgur.com/NkH2c93.png[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=393761&dateline=1435128727[/img] [b]Empire of Germany (Kaiserreich von Deutschland) - SniperComZero Capital: Berlin Leader: Kaiser Wilhelm[/b] -Germany lies at the heart of Europe, a beautiful and rich land with many great wonderful contributions to the world, ranging from the destruction of Roman civilization to the holocaust, along with German "comedy". Having once secured domination over Europe in the form of an economic and political union, it was but a temporary gain - for a series of civil wars and nuclear devastation ruined the Germans latest chance to be taken seriously as a powerful nation rather than a collection of primitive savages. As the decades passed by, the smoke cleared to reveal a country regressing back into the primeval state the Romans discovered it in. When Rome provided the neccessary teat for the German leech to suckle from, it was able to gradually develop and prosper. But there is no civilization left, making the surviving Germans rather hard-pressed to revive their stillborn "culture". Many towns survived in addition to a number of varied warlords and their petty statelets, most of which live through a combination of agriculture, pastoralism, and stealing from one other. The warlord who somehow happened to find himself in possession of the ruins of Berlin was a man who declared himself "Kaiser Wilhelm" after his favorite scatologist. With the typically cruel German tendency for violence and self-aggrandizing behaviours, he has declared himself "Emperor of Germany" - something which at least seven other men in Germany contest. -This vain manchild sent out a number of self-styled diplomats to meet with tribes and villages even more primitive to ask for the most outrageous demands. If they gave up their arms, joined the Kaisers army, sent him supplies, and accepted him as overlord he promised to protect them from bullies like himself. As Germans are weak as individuals or in small groups, the lesser gangs and hamlets were quickly annexed and tricked like the idiots they were. The larger groupings opposed the Kaiser out of jealousy and instead declared war upon him - an unwise decision considering the Kaiser lacked mercy and compassion relative to the typical depraved German. After ordering all of his retinues to bring up arms (most of them scavenged) he conscripted an additional number of young men and compelled his degenerate enemies to give battle outside of Berlin. Meeting in a swamp, he ordered his men to cunningly draw the turds out of their arses into the open where he had laid an attractive looking young boy as a trap. The barbaric savages charged for him, hoping to capture him for their brothel back home, but were instead ambushed by men hiding in the swamp who gutted their bellies with knives and pulled out the entrails. The smell of blood only enraged both sides and caused them to cast aside what little trace of humanity they once possessed. It was only by the Kaisers treacherous dealings that a group of his loyal guards with a local allied tribe (which sold out their friends for thirty pieces of cheese) that victory was secured when he attacked them in the rear (a typically German strategy). -Berlin still retains a legacy of the prewar past (among many they'd like to forget) in the form of the Berlin wall. Erected to prevent the Germans from infecting the rest of the world, today almost all of it lies in ruins and empty area where it once stood remains a testament to the follies of Slavic engineering. Much of it has been cannibalized by the people to repair various buildings, and the Kaiser himself was powerful enough to order his despondent serfs to repair a number of bridges and pathways in and around Berlin so that he could travel around a bit more easily and impress upon the backward peasants his expertise at engineering. A number of factories in the eastern part of Berlin have also been cannibalized for spare parts - mainly with the intention of rebuilding the so-called "factories" that were rumoured to give the old Germans enough power that they could subjugate all nations of the earth. These efforts are largely a failure as even the Germans lost the ability to manufacture complex machinery. For the most part they can still repair and make a small number of intricate weaponry (such as guns) and tools (such as shovels) in addition to a variety of useless trinkets they like to adorn themselves with. Berlin for the most part resembles a collection of tiny fortified hamlets that distrust one another, dotted about with craft workshops and the occasional barracks cunningly planted next to a livestock barn to help the soldiers relieve themselves. Soldiers practice on whatever patch of land they can find, while the Kaiser holds his court in the ruins of the Brandenburg gate. [img]http://puu.sh/nglc9/c43d4f67aa.png[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=130431&dateline=1442480710[/img] [b]Drenkelinge - YogiTheWise Capital: Ouddorp Leader: Klaus Voorhen[/b] -The Dutch have long lived at the mercy of the sea, fighting an endless war that saw a network of dykes and canals slowly emerge from the peat bogs in an attempt to protect the country from inundation. When the Great War with its bombs fell upon the nation the Dutch also lost the war with the sea as vast areas of the country flooded and the survivors drowned or fled to higher ground. A century on a fisherman named Klaus Voorhen lived in the ruins of Ouddorp, a community that lived on the edge of survival as the fearsome seas continued to eat away at the land and threatened to cast aside the works of man. Many of his friends were lost to the sea - but not him. He sought an explanation. An explanation was provided by a vision, out on the sea. The great sea god told him "I bestow unto you my favour so that you do not drown. Now you must bring forth your strong brethren to fish now and their larders shall be stocked full with the bounty of the seas". Although his fellows thought him crazed and the local communities denounced his ramblings he used his charisma and experience to convince the village to fish out in the midst of a great storm - the same storm which washed over England and wiped out a nascent state in the ruins of London. They brought back a great catch and realised that Klaus was truly gifted - perhaps even his tales of the sea god true. A new religion was born, and a new nation was to sail upon the high seas. A new era had begun. -Christianity (the particularly loathesome kind) remains popular among the Dutch, and some practices made their way into his new religion. Initiates to this new faith must undergo a form of baptism where they are half drowned by being dunked in the sea until they come up gasping for air. Young people generally receive it around the age of 16. As the sea god favours only the strong, it is natural that some suffer immensely from this trial and often pass out or drown during the process. Klaus subsequently began to slowly gather followers to his new cult, one that was so determined it beat off local attempts by what remained of any local authorities to contain the menace thus created. Gaining in power and strength they solidified their position in the town and reached out to a number of villages which were brought under the yoke and made subservient to the sea god. A number of yachts, fishing boats, and old barques were repaired and used as vessels for the fanatics to sail upon to destinations suspected to hold booty. Villages were ransacked, women were captured and brought back as slaves, and the violently expansionist statelet began to grow in power and prestige. By the 2180s it has secured control over a number of island towns and villages in addition to lesser settlements on the banks of rivers or the coastline. Klaus himself has already begun making some changes so that his new society has a bit more permamency to it. -These changes were mainly conducted on an ad hoc basis, as has been the case in most other postwar societies struggling to adapt prewar institutions to the grim post-apocalyptic world. The people that descend from the Dutch lead a pretty miserable existence that is copied by many others over europe. Although they fish predominantly, there is some farming too along with a number of petty crafts and trade. Most of them live on the edge of hunger and have little time for the refinements of civilization - something that gave them a dimmer memory of the past and the loss of the skepticism and rationalism that obstentibly ruled prewar Europe. Now Klaus is the supreme religious leader of them all, with the position of prophet at the top, and a number of head priests to act as his council (their numbers fluctuate randomly). The councilmen are collectively responsible for day to day affairs and represent the numerous lesser priests who live throughout the domains of Klaus. Some of them actively preach throughout the Netherlands where they set up shop and attempt to convince people of the merits of this new religion. Cults are aplenty in this individualistic nation, but the Sea god exacts the attention of everybody who lives by the water and in fear of the dreaded sea raiders. To avoid their raids many communities adopt the religion with much less enthusiasm than the original adherents to it do, keeping up basic appearances while often secretly continuing private practices. An outsider to the area was spotted by one particularly zealous priest who noticed he was carrying a strange book about the infidel christen god. He was killed when he refused to worship the sea god, but an unknown stranger buried his body and left a note with strange backwards writing on the grave. [img]http://i63.tinypic.com/e7hxc5.png[/img][img]https://facepunch.com/image.php?u=391170&dateline=1446779026[/img] [b]New Zion - cpt.armadillo Capital: Kedesh Leader: Aaron of Gdańsk[/b] -The Jews were much reduced in numbers by the bombs, and the struggles of the past century has led many to simply fade away into the background radiation - losing their identity and intermingling with the new societies forming in the wasteland that was once Europe. A group of them managed to band together out of desperation after a wandering jew convinced many of them to join him, with the veterans of the sparse trade caravans joining them over the years. Although he later vanished, his memory remains strong as this tribe continues to find a new Zion to call home. Until recently they had settled within the ruins of Gdańsk, once a major trading port on the Baltic. Today it is but a ruin, and when a group of raiders attacked their home in the spring of 2179 the Jews were forced to flee for safety as the bandits and other gangs cannibalized what was left of the skeleton city. Moving north, they eventually come across a factory and clean it up as best as they can. It is fortified into a kind of central stronghold which is occupied for part of the year while the inhabitants keep to a small area around the factory where they grow crops, pick away in the ruins, rear some sickly and small livestock, and occasionally gather a number of varied resources. -The factory is renamed "Kedesh", replacing the original name of "Nuka Cola overseas bottling plant, Poland". Ruling over the roughly two hundred Jews is Aaron of Gdańsk, the brother of the former ruler of the New Zionese. He is an autocrat in every sense of the word, strictly enforcing adherence to Jewish religious law and maintaining a highly corrupt nepotistic oligarchy consisting largely of his extended family. Through his efforts (and that of his predecessors) this family has grown to the point that it makes up a majority of the group. A few dozen others comprise the remaining inhabitants of the area, their numbers supplemented by the occasional stranger that wanders in asking to join them. Unlike the Jews of the past, the New Zionists are fiercely evangelical and strive to convert anyone they come across. Of course those outside of the family receive less benefits regardless of their piety, and so they live in about four sizable camps within a few hours travel of the factory. Most of them provide food and support to the factory on the condition they can flee there when raiders threaten, while a small number of craftsmen in the facilities support a minor industry in petty tools and ornaments needed by everybody (ranging from spoons to combs). -These camps are largely kept safe from outside intrusion (most of the time anyways) by regular patrols of heavily armed guards from the factory, who travel frequently and ensure that wild animals and bandits are shot as soon as they are sighted. These patrols also help keep the pathways open for the small number of traders that come and go from the factory - usually one or two comes every month to greet the local artisans and to exchange a number of goods. The last one to visit took with him a number of needles, fishhooks, and other little tools carved from bone - already the place is gaining a reputation for master carvers as many of the ancestors of the New Zionese used to be involved in such trades. Aaron has already used some of this meagre wealth to outfit the factory with a number of comfortable rooms for himself and what he terms "bureacrats" - people who manage most of the day-to-day affairs on his behalf while he dedicates himself to other more important tasks. The purpose of these are unclear, but he takes full control over the scouting parties and orders them to varied areas to search for scavenged materials (others to look for settlements) they return reporting no success or otherwise vanish entirely - something that makes the people rather worried. No other groups seem to be contactable, and given that Aarons brother was killed in a gang attack he can only assume the worst. While they do know of other peoples, they live either as tiny hamlets, or in tribes and gangs that roam about. It is a quiet world, one without the sounds of laughter or the singing of birds. [img]http://i.imgur.com/SuGv1wJ.jpg[/img] [i]NHS Poster- 2081. As the British National Health Service fell apart in the wake of the war, the provisional government made desperate attempts to encourage citizens to not seek help for their ailments so as to reduce strain on limited resources.[/i] [B]Current player List:[/B] -Kingdom of Cavan – Native Hunter -Eisen Coalition – Dr. Critic -Puebno dendes los Pertennése – Pezgod1 -Vikingr - EuSKalduna -Citystate of Zurich - Ruski v2.0 -Empire of Germany (Kaiserreich von Deutschland) - SniperComZero -Drenkelinge - YogiTheWise -New Zion - cpt.armadillo [b]If you haven’t already done so, please join our group. There will usually be people chatting in the chat room after each turn is posted, so please pop in for a visit.[/b] [url]http://steamcommunity.com/groups/FaRPG[/url]

Bless you sir

The Eisen Coalition public information office has issued the following poster to all towns under its jurisdiction [img]http://puu.sh/nxodZ/f1c77e0cda.jpg[/img]

Very suspicious when your commanding officer just mysteriously in his tent

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