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The Imperial Realm of Gothgraff and Lilium

Gothgraff and Lilium wrote:SR RP

Knocks on the door of the Empress’s Personal Chamber echoed throughout the room. Sarah Hermangild, the bodyguard of the Empress got up from her recliner in the corner of the room and hurried to the door. She pulled the door a few inches open, eyeing the aid on the other side who held up a tan-colored piece of paper and pushed it through the crack in the door to Sarah. She snatched the paper out of his hand, gave a quick insincere smile, and closed the door behind her as she approached the Empress’s desk, tossing it on Anastasia’s Mahogany desk with a soft thump.

Anastasia grabbed her black letter opener from atop a stack of papers on her desk and cut the relay open, dropping the letter opener afterwards. She unfolded the message and stood up from her chair. Walking around the room as she read it, her eyes darting around line to line.

Sarah looked at her with an odd expression. A nervous Anastasia was a sight to behold. “What is it?” she asked.

Nothing. Anastasia blocked out her subordinate’s question and continued to read the dispatch. With every step her books thumped against the hard-wood floor of her office. She basically circled the room before arriving back at her desk and plopping herself into her chair. “A Relay.” she said coldly. She muttered, “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

Sarah snatched the letter out of Anastasia’s hands and started to read it for herself.

“I kick out the Marshavans and accuse them of aiding Worker’s Leagues, Go on a Tirade against Socialism, the poison that it is, start to pave the road to war! To victory! And the next thing that gets reported is that the Rubculus’s to our west are preparing to build defensive lines.” Anastasia spoke, before leaning back on her chair. Sarah tossed the dispatch back down on Anastasia’s desk.

“I’ll have to speed up the process and cut the public relations sh*t. Surely they don’t need easing into the war. a surprise attack and subsequent war with the Socialist devils would launch them into a nationalist fervor.” Anastasia spoke to herself, “We cannot afford for the Rubculus’s to find their footing and prepare against us. That could be more than just a pain in our side.” The Empress once-more arose from her seat, walking over to one of the many ceiling-height windows that stretched throughout her office and gazed over the concrete jungle that was Braga.

The canal, and now this. Evermore increasingly did ‘Baratochi’ get in the way of the Imperial Realm’s dreams as a decider for East Osea. Anastasia pondered. On the horizon, an endless sea of gray and black, the chimneys and smoke-stacks of the capital spouting lifeless white and gray into the sky. “We need more time. We are not yet prepared for a war that could last years.” She said to herself. “Mobilization and production-wise anyways.”

She turned towards Sarah, “Please, leave me be.” Sarah opened her mouth to say something in return, but the look of the Empress was enough to motion her out, regardless if she swore to be right next to Anastasia no matter what. She nodded, and exited the room, her voice muffled behind the doors as she spoke to Hans, the Guard posted outside the Empress’s Quarters, outside the door.

Anastasia returned to her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper, dipped her pen in ink, and began writing,

Imperial AF Order T1512 - Mara 18th, IY1409

Effectively immediately, a force of ninety thousand troops drawn from throughout the Militariet-Northwest are to be shipped towards the Western border and be placed around the cities of Vezelikum, Urselette, and other nearby villages and homesteads. Post-haste, the construction on quickly-erected military camps will begin to house and supply the influx of soldiers with an expectation of a total of half a million could very-well be cared for.

Increased support too-and-from the Logistic-based sub branch of the Imperial Gothilum Army is expected as their duties are kicked into overdrive. Other weapons like Artillery, and accompanying tanks and aircraft will be brought forth as well, them too needing to be adequately supplied.

Further reports will be sent to corresponding, responsible generals to coordinate the effort.

Saba blesses the Imperial Realm - Hail The Empress.

—-Days Later

Columns of Gravibus-Exaltans Haulver-V trucks rode down the bumpy gravel roads of southern Eutharia-Osiyc, the northwestern most province of the Gothilum Mainland. In the back of them, crowded as many soldiers as each could carry as they continuously drove northward from Gaut. In this column alone, five thousand soldiers traveled as the trucks shot northwest bumper-to-bumper, stretching a kilometer down the road in unison. Behind some trucks, towed anti-aircraft guns, anti-tank guns, and mobile artillery, all extradited towards the front as the black clouds of war gathered over Gothgraff and Lilium.

The soldiers would arrive at a makeshift camp, the “walls” being rows of barbed wire mounted on top of each other with large wooden poles on each corner. Hastily-set up tents splattered throughout the entire base with medical tents and other necessary facilities thrown throughout. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Until the resources to properly construct a base arrived as the logistical force couldn’t keep up with the influx of people, this would have to do.

Soldiers made themselves at home; as this would be their home for months to come.

SR RP

The sleek, gray and black BNE Phantom-X came to a screeching halt, its tires skidding and rubbing as they ripped up the gravel road underneath it. It had been a very tame hour-long drive from the Provisional Capital of Vezilikum to the southernmost wall of the Imperial Realm’s fortified western wall. AF Order T1512 had marked the start of the buildup in Eutharia-Osyic; further details had been sent to the responsible leaders of the Army and other branches to plan for a war that seemed imminently approaching, one way or another. Now, Ira Idlebad, the Imperial Commander of the Gothilum Army set off to do some reconnaissance for himself, escaping the tedious stress of planning for war.

“Sir,” The tall and burly man’s closed first shot up to over his heart. His uniform was covered with an above-average array of decorated metals. The purple stripe down his arms, legs, and sides indicated his high ranking status.“Albert J. Thrassamund, Imperial Overseer of the Benëdixlov Wall. Sir.”

“At ease, Overseer.” Ira Idelbad said back as he climbed out of the luxury car before promptly shaking his hand, his normal emotionless expression staying unchanged. Ira motioned behind the Overseer. “Let us begin.”

“Of course sir.” Albert responded, a hint of nervousness fluttering through his voice. He pivoted and turned around, looking back to make sure that the Commander of the Army was following him. “May I ask sir, what has prompted you to come to the Benëdixlov?”

Ira let out a silent sigh, “You’re aware of Order T1512, correct?”

“Yes sir.”

“As Imperial Commander of the Army I am currently drowned in planning for a war that seems right around the corner. I wish to get a scope of the enemy landscape and what lies ahead.” said Ira.

“Of course sir.” The Overseer pushed in a set of medium-sized oak doors, both of them slowly opening in unison. “But there isn’t much to see beyond the reports and aerial photos.”

“I disagree.” Ira said with a slight hop in his voice as they reached the stairs that made their way up the Benëdixlov Wall from the inside. “If anything I would say that the fruits of reports and photography are not comparable to seeing it with your own eyes. They’re useful for what lays beyond the horizon, sure, but nothing amounts to your own perception. The details that are left out are always the most important; most crucial.” They continued to ascend the interior stairs when Ira asked, “Do you have binoculars?”

“Aye sir.” Albert responded, grabbing the pair from his satchel and waving them in the air as he continued up step-by-step.

Once they reached the top of the stairway, Albert took a second to catch his breath while Ira looked down on the slightly-shorter many with a look of both annoyance and pity, gazing away as Albert readjusted himself and motioned towards the door that led outside. He pushed the small door open and walked out onto the top of the wall, Ira following after him.

Ira took a deep breath as he gazed out towards the horizon, there was something different about the air. It was more humid than at the foot of the wall. He looks to his left and stops. Grass. Endless grass. He turns around, gazing at the forests of Eutharia-Osiyc and then back westward. A single wall separated forest from plains. Dark Green and brown to a light yellowish green. He placed his hand on his hips and pondered. Pondered about logistics, warfare, resistance, and the war itself. Everything seemed so different on the other side of the wall.

On the horizon was an outline of gray, reaching up from the grass plains.

He motioned towards Albert for his binoes, being handed them a second later. He brought the binoculars up to his eyes. Zoomed in, the outlines of tall buildings were brought forth more clearly. “I assume that is the city that lays at the southern foot of their canal?” he said, not breaking his focus in the binoes.

“Yes sir.” Albert Responded.

Ida continued to look towards the city, just behind it, he could see a glimmer of tan: Desert. He brought the binoculars back down and handed them off to Albert. He stood and watched what lay beyond Gothgraff and Lilium. He clicked his tongue and stood. His mind raced with a thousand different thoughts about the war. “Remind me Overseer, how thick is the Benëdixlov Wall?”

“Just under two meters thick, sir.”

“Alright.” he said almost somberly. “That might have to change.” He turned towards Albert, “With no real infrastructure or exits out of the Imperial Realm we’re gonna have to mine at least 15+ holes in the Benëdixlov for a steady supply of troops, tanks, artillery, logistics and so-on to pour through.” he paused, “Be aware that this will start the instance I write the order, however the illusion of strength will be on your side as we’ll only breach 90% of the way through until the pivotal moment.” He handed the binoes back to Albert, “Overseer” He nodded and turned away, making his way back towards the door to descend the stairs and leave.

As quickly as he arrived, he left, The Imperial Overseer putting hand-over-heart and saluting him as he went.

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