The Apolyton Empire: Game

[Easthaven I]

November 1st 1401

TO Field Marshall Jack (secret):
We have now taken over York, we procured another 10,000 prisoners. Resistors have been dealt with and martial law instituted. We've fortified the city, and should be safe from any counter-attacks until the Americans arrive. We must now consolidate our gains and bring up our supply lines, we must take Warwick. We've captured lots of English weaponry and ammo which shall be useful.

I understand your point, and I applaud your will. It's just difficult at times to push my troops through the meat grinder, maybe thats why I always feel I must join the battle. I believe you made the right decision, a risky one, but it succeeded. We were victorious, the men were outstanding, they did not waver once.

Anyways, I will be working on our next plans for our advance. We must take Warwick first, Coventry as well, before we do anything else. We shouldn't stretch ourselves any further until those two cities are secured.

Also, replacements are needed. As well as cannon and musket ammunition. We must make steady our supply lines.

-Field Marshall Easthaven I

[Apep]

October 1401
Realising that the threat to Apep II's life appeared to be minimal Apep II's two bodyguards had been reduced to one.
It was strange that despite all atempts Apep II had been unable to locate his father in all the time he had been in Apolyton's capital, and yet he was sure that his father had not left the city.
* * *
Apep I was amazed to receive a letter from the Council, but when he opened it his amazment changed to horror for the letter read,
To our Minister in the Capital,
You have disspleased the council on three counts, one your inability to have one minister killed, two, the inscribed knife, and three your complete lack of any plan for seizure of the government.
One more slip up and you're fired! And you know what that means...
The Council
Of course he knew what it meant, it meant death. But he did have a plan, hiding his identity he had managed to aquire a job as servant in the Moderators palace, he would take a cut from a man who had sufured from the skin eating disease and drop it into the palace reservoir. As all drinking water in the palace came from the reservoir he could systematically destroy the entire government. The only problem was that while he had taken care to make sure that no one in the palace would recognize him, he was sure Apep II would see through his disguise in an instant. Apep II must be sent back to Porkton for the extent of this operation. An assassin had already set out, ordered to fatally injure but not kill Apep II's mother.

[Mellian]

OOC: Apep, what position you have, Cultural Advisor? sorry for forgetting...

suggest we a Intelligence and a Security Agencies...makes sense to keep them seperated.

October 1401

TO: Domestic Advisor Latentus
FROM: Foreign Advisor Mellian

While searching for more info on the skin-eating disease, i came into contact with Scientist Peabody at the University of Apolyton. You should contact him, as he seem to have quitee a lot of knowledge on diseases, plagues and so on. Also happens to have the recent reports on the disease. Tell your ideas, as im he would be interested. (OOC: can also make up some stuff about the disease, don't need to depend on moi)

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In the past few months, the Aztec-Zulu forces succeeded in capturing Manchester and are now presently attacking Hastings and Readings.

Meanwhile, the Aztec also launch a seperate attacking on Spain via France, causing the Spanish to transfer some of their forces in England back to Spain while rest went south to help the English against the Aztec-Zulus.

French is in seriously risk of being banned from the European Union and declared war upon for allowing the Aztec and Zulus to stage attacks from their territory, and for not really helping against the Apolyton forces.

In the Atlantic Ocean (between Monkey and Alligator continents), the Ottoman Navy, which is surprisingly comprise of lesser versions of the Man'O'Wars, launch a surprise attack against the Apolyton ships attacking Coventry.

While war is being waged on the Monkey continent, another one is at risk of starting in the Alligator continent as tensions between Carthage and Rome, Greece and Babylon.

[Mellian]

November 2nd, 1401

One day, at the Apolyton Palace, from her office to the Intelligence Office (use to be occupied by sheep...now it is a new Intel advisor for the new Intel service), she passed by a servant in the hall. She is familiars with his face, but Mellian doesn't remember where she first saw him. Maybe is just a person who happened to have that kind of face, doubts it. Anyway, she pretty much forgotten the encounter by the time she went to bed. (OOC like i am about to in real life)

[civman2000]

One day, at the Apolyton Palace, from her office to the Intelligence Office (use to be occupied by sheep...now it is a new Intel advisor for the new Intel service), she passed by a servant in the hall. She is familiars with his face, but Mellian doesn't remember where she first saw him. Maybe is just a person who happened to have that kind of face, doubts it. Anyway, she pretty much forgotten the encounter by the time she went to bed.

OOC: The date of this was November 2nd.
The Night of November 2nd, 1401
The Assistant Ambassador of England to Apolyton, who had not been in Apolyton since April 1400, walked through the hallways of the Apolitonkan Palace. He was relieved when Mellian did not recognize him; she was the only person in the palace that might foil him. He then headed towards the Moderator's office, where his intelligence sources told him she would be at this time of night.

The office was now in view, but something was wrong. THe guards! The spies had done something wrong, and hadn't gotten their agent to be one of the guards tonight! Oh well, time to go to Plan B.

The Apolitonkan Palace was the only place in all of Apolyton that had running water...and the pipes and been made quite large. Large enough for a midget to walk in. He made sure nobody was looking, and he removed the small stilts that had bee hidden below his feet. He then hurried off to the nearest entrace to the sewer system.

The guard there was an English agent! But why wasn't he at the Moderator's office?

"What are you doing here??" asked the guard in a whisper.
"What do you mean?? Operation Regime Change is on!"
"Tonight???? It wasn't supposed to start until the 10th!"
"Who told you that?? Well, anyways, i want you to temporarily block the pipe for me and let me into it."
"OK, whatever."

Awhile later, he reached his destination. The agents had prepared a secret trapdoor to enter the office right behind the Moderator's desk from the pipes. The Assistant Ambassador took out his razor sharp hidden knife, and cut the pipe. He then pushed up the trapdoor, came sneaking up right behind the moderator, and stabbed her in the back.

He then closd the trapdoor, ran back into the pipes, and fled back towards the opening the pipe guard had made for him.

[mmtt]

The Fox Riders charged forward:
"

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.


"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

The Charge of the Light Brigade
Alfred, Lord Tennyson "


The English fled away as the riders pressed forward. Iroquois Corps had just landed and was regrouping. They began their advance toward enemy positions. Cannons were blasting away. Shells came from everywhere, explosion fireballs were covering the English lines.

The Iroquois were two hundred yards away. A few of them started to shoot. A few English fell.
Suddenly, the Apolytonian cannons started to shoot on the Scottish regiment.
Iroquois marched quicker. Shells exploded covering Scottish line and Iroquois opened fire.
"Bayonets! Bayonets!"
As smoke disappeared, hundreds of Iroquois soldiers charged on the Scottish weakened line. They were fifty yards away. Cannons had ceased their fire.
A clamor came up. Formations clashed together, fighting began.

Thunderfire looked on his left. From the hills, 1st Corps regiments were coming. Some cannons were positioned.
His Fox riders were regrouping and readied for a new charge.
On his right, English reinforcements finally arrived.

-Let them come....just a few seconds....now FIRE!!

All Apolyton cannons fired in unison. In mere seconds, half English regiments were devastated.
But that was only the start of the bloodshed.

Apolyton infantry and fox riders opened fire and charged forward.
Fox riders came from behind and musket men from the left.
The pocket was nearly closed. Some enemy regiments already tried to escape. Only brave Scottish hold their ground against Iroquois. But from the rear, charging forward, trusting their swords, came the Fox Riders.

As they looked back in horror, on their left the musketmen fired. They were lost, outnumbered, outmatched, outsmarted but they didn't surrender. They fought for honour and glory, those brave Scottish.

But soon enough, most of them were lying on the ground slain by swords or pierced by bayonets.


Apolyton forces pressed on, toward victory. The enemy was in full retreat. They hoped they could reach Banbury before those damned riders could attack them but from the other bank, two Apolyton Knight regiments were charging.

A few soldiers were on the bridge shooting desesperatly at those armoured demons.
A few knights fell but horses continued forward.

English brought a cannon. As they loaded it, the knights came on the bridge. It shook.
English riflemen put bayonets and kneed like pikemen.

At the last second, the cannon fired.
Thunderfire hoped the bridge didn't blow up. It didn't. The cannon ball had killed a lot of knights but it had also wounded the riflemen.
Knights quicly dispatched the survivors and took the gun.

Thunderfire looked behind him. He was overlooking the third corps. They were in perfect battle order. Those were his most trusted soldiers as much as his knights.

"-My soldiers, my brave soldiers! Today, it's your day we have long waited for! We are taking our revenge on those English! They are already retreating but you, my friends, you will give us a total victory. Now it's the time to crush them. Our knights have took the bridge, now they need you to trust even further, advance toward Warwick. We will win this battle today! By night, we will have take Warwick! Be glorious my soldiers! Tomorrow, you will be the great soldiers who won the decisive battle of Warwick!! FORWARD!!!

The whole Corps moved forward, thousands of men were marching.
Thunderfire was proud, those men, his men, knew their job. They were the ones standing at Apolyton City during the Civil War, now they are the winners of the Battle of Warwick, tomorrow they will be in London.

"-John, you will take the 2nd Corps. You will keep our right flank secure. On your left, will be the first Corps. We need to keep a small link between our position and Warwick.
-Sir yes sir!
-Francis, how are your fox riders?
-Well the second brigade has been heavily engaged and is very tired. They need rest.
-They can't and they won't. You will send them to slow down the English reinforcements. Harass them! Your riders need to scout and to attack any English trying to get to Warwick.
-And the 1st brigade?
-The 1st brigade will proceed with the 3rd Corps as it's has been said.
-What about our cannons? They are too slow.
-You will dispatch them between the 1st and 2nd Corps.
-Yes sir!
-Do you really think we can take Warwick today, Mark?
-With a bit of luck, yes. If those generals send reinforcements to Coventry, we can. There are only three regiments between us and Warwick. They have suffered heavy casualties in this sector against a Fox Rider regiment.
-Let's hope so then...
-Not hope, let's do so!

Thunderfire mounted his horse and rushed toward the 3rd Corps. His men cheered as they saw him coming among them.
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November 13rd 1401

To Military Advisor:
We have taken Warwick! English army has been crushed, we have cut them in two. Most of their troops are between Warwick and Coventry. There are heavy fightings. My soldiers are regrouping around Warwick while Fox riders and Iroquois are chasing some English in the north.

We have got some casualties mainly Iroquois.
8.700 dead
14.400 wounded
1.000 MIA, prisoner
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186.000 are operational but I don't have any reports about Vodka forces.
He had about 15.000 men under him.

(ooc: Gio, you can modify the number)

[Jack_www]

Nov. 1, 1401

Status report on the English War as of Nov. 1. 1401
------------------------Top Secret----------------------------------
For the eyes of the Great Moderator, Field Marshall Easthaven, Thunderfire, and Jack_www.

MIA:3,000
Dead:14,250
wounded:14,400

Easthaven's army has surfered 80,000 casualties. He will report latter as to the exact number of missing dead and wounded.

We will also release a list of all the dead so that all in Apolyton may know of those who died in battle defending their country.

Easthaven's Army has taken the city of York, were the most heavy fighting in the war has taken place. I hope that when we try to take more english cities that the casualties will be lower, as we have killed 300,000 English troops. Which is most of their offensive army in the area. We are now focusing on taking Warwic and the Conventry to cut off the English forts and then then we will further advance into England.

We have 496,000 troops that can fight in England. We also have the Americans and Iroquois helping us with 300,000 men, which is already included in the figure.
I would like to send 200,000 more troops in England to replace our casualties, as Easthaven's army is in dire need of reinforcements.

[Mellian]

November 3rd, 1401

Foreign Advisor Mellian went to the Moderators office to drop off the latest diplomatic reports, but only ended seeing bunch of guards in the hall around the Moderator's Office's entrance. "What now?" she says to herself. She pushes away the guards, who were to shock to do anything, so she can enter the room. As soon as she entered, she sees the Moderator flap over her desk, with a knife sticking out of her back. The first words coming out of her mouth after a few seconds of silence was: "Damnit! Not again..."

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November 15th, 1401

TO: Military Advisor (rest of the advisors back in Apolyton knows about it already)

Hello Jack, I just like to inform you that we lost another Moderator, as we found her dead in her office with a knife in her back. Apparently, the assassin went through the sewer pipes and created a trap door behind her, whom who later used.

As you may realize, this creates quite a dilemma, as their is no heirs. We could always promote one of their distant cousins, but wouldn't really be a good idea... Anyway, since the moderator hasn't chosen another Chief of Staff since my demotion, i'll take the position again for the time being until we figure something out. One good option is to start the Republic now.

And to make things worse, the Ottomans have officially declared war on us, but France remove themselves from the European Union, stranding many of their Musketeer units in England.

Chief of Staff Mellian

[Jack_www]

To Chief of Staff Mellian(secret):
There must have been a mole in the palace for something like this to have happen. I suggest that we start looking at all the new people who have just started to work at the Palace. Then after that we can look at those who have been there a long time. We must find who ever did this and punish them for their crime.

About the Republic, as I have read about the SRA and the more peacefull republican movement, you need to settle everyone differences before that can be done. A civil war can now easly take place if do not make the right moves. I sugest we call a meating of all the top members of the current government and we can select a new leader, untill we get things in order and the war is over. I will come to Apolyon as soon as I can.

[Easthaven I]

November 18th 1401

Easthaven's military intelligence was taking off. It became more organized and is soley made up of his wolf soldiers.

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One of the wolf soldiers that were sent to find Colonel Cognac returned with a message:

Colonel Cognac is being held in London's Royal Prison. He is in a cell with a window, he is extremely exhausted from the beatings he's been getting but is still focused and well...sane.

"Hmm... Ok, here's the plan..." He said to his close wolf soldier officers.

"I'm going to send a battalion of wolf soldiers undercover(as reinforcements), you are to take a few barrels of gunpowder in a carriage covered in hay, you will be disguised of course. If any officers bother you, try to get by them but if they persist then just kill them. But do not get detected. Then you will wait in London, until we launch our offensive. When we launch our offensive against London the city should be in a chaotic state where nobody will even notice you. Thats when you will use the gunpowder to blow a hole in Cognac's cell, free him, then take over the prison, free all the prisoners! Once you've done that begin attacking English forces from the inside in a resistor sort of fashion, you should be in civilian clothing so it will be difficult for them to detect you even now.
You all are professional in the highest degree, you will be successful my brothers, now go! God speed!"

The Wolf Soldiers got up from the table and saluted their leader, then they exited the tent, and went off on their mission...

[foolish_icarus]

From: Domestic Advisor Latentus
To: All concerned

I don’t intend to tell anyone how to do their job, but if anyone cares to listen, here are my views on our situation:
The English War has reached its logical conclusion. We have been pouring an inordinate amount of effort into it and whether or not it was the right thing to do to send how many thousands of our citizens off to die, we can gain no more by continuing. It seems fairly clear that we have crushed the English army and their allies are unlikely to want to fight for such a lost cause. Their morale will never be lower. However, even though we have won so far we certainly have not defeated their capacity to rise again if we give them reason to. Let us make every effort to secure peace now and at least appear somewhat magnanimous. If we continue when they are down, we would only be fueling their hatred. Let us not provoke them, and eventually they will turn their minds to other things. If we demand concessions, we will only infuriate them further and we will pay for it in the end. It is time to settle differences and bring home the compensation our citizens have earned so that the families of the dead may at least be comforted with the fact that their kin didn’t die in vain. Send no more lives to be used over on English lands when we have already accomplished the most we ever could have, at such a terrible price. Our rulers were noble and righteous, but it is time to bury our war along with our late Moderator. We must have peace.

Latentus made sure that his views were widely spread to every possible part of Apolyton, furthering his reputation among the peasants in preparation for the realization of his plans.

OOC: I know it’s a little early historically for a Marshall Plan, but remember: Latentus isn’t proposing this out of generosity or compassion or forward thinking. He is doing this to further his own political aims, and most of the things in the letter he doesn’t really care about except as far as they can be useful to him.

[mmtt]

The 3rd Army is advancing toward London.
Fox Riders are first storming through the countryside rushing forward. Even some English columns have been bypassed. There are now dead or prisoners.

Apolyton troops are marching forward at an insane rate. Villages, towns are soon far away, only one word is in every mouth: "London"!


Some Apolyton scouts report having heard some fightings away. It might be fighting between French and their former allies.
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To Vodka:
I congratulate you for your stand at Coventry. You held them.
Now gather your men, some 5.000 men will join you. Advance in the south and link up with our southern allies. As soon as you did it, come back to London.

I can't see you now but when war will be over, I will meet you. I have thought about great things for you.

[Jack_www]

To Domestic Advisor Latentus:
There is one problem with your plans. The English refuse to talk about peace, and they seem to want to fight to the last man. We might be able to talk to them latter, but at the present time they are unwilling to seek peace. I have been trying for the last few months to get them to give up and make peace with us, but they do no want to hear us out.

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Field Marshall Jack_www, now back in Apolyton started to gather troops as reinforcements for Easthaven I army.

[mmtt]

To Latentus(sent to Military Advisor first):
I don't think you understand what's really going on there.
Our troops have a high morale and want to push forward. We have couragous men, ammo, cannons.

Our enemy, as Field Marshall Jack said, doesn't want to surrender even if the outcome is each day becoming clearer and clearer.
But more and more English are dropping weapons as we advance, only this Queen and her followers are against us.

That's why Field Marshall Easthaven and I have decided to launch a final trust on London.

European Union is cracking and will disappear as France is now with us. Russia and Germany have understood it would be better to switch sides now than to support a lost cause.

No, I'm sure, we will soon win. England will lost her sea supremacy and our allies would keep a close eyes on them.


OOC: I'm not sure peasants would fully understand economy.

[Easthaven I]

March on London

Field Marshall Easthaven was at his table writing up reports to send back to Apolyton.

Captain Amos entered.

"Sire, General Washington has arrived."

"Send him in."

General Washington entered, he held his cap in his left hand and had his right hand on the handle of his sword.

"It is good to see you General." said Easthaven.

"You too, I hear you've had it rough, and I've seen it too, you sure dealt them a crushing blow."

"Oh, you give me too much credit, comrade, it was the men that did most of the work."

"Of course. And I'm sure your men need rest."

"That they do, General, they deserve it too but it will not come yet. I want 100,000 of your men to garrison this city, and I want to take command of the other 100,000 men and take them with me to attack London. I am launching a simultaneous offensive on London while General Thunderfire launches one as well."

"Heh, I am not going to give you 100,000 of my men, Field Marshall. Besides, your men must be exhausted, they would fall before they even reach London. Hehe." He chuckled.

"General! Do not underestimate my men, that's what the english did and now 300,000 of them are dead. You will give me 100,000 of your men. This war ends now! I can end it now, but if you wish to prolong it by your wrong proud decisions then do so."

"I have fought the english before General!..."

"That was ages ago you old fool! I have fought them now! I know their tactics! Now give me your men so that I may move to end this once and for all! General Thunderfire's men are on the move, they can not hit London alone, and I can not with only 110,000 men!"

Washington looked into the young general's eyes, seeing a man bent on death, not for others but for himself.

"Very well, I do not like how you treat your elders but you are one of the best Generals I have come to witness. You may take command of 100,000 americans, but I want them back in one piece Field Marshall. Now go and end this war."

"You will have your men back General, and thank you."

General Easthaven got up, shook Washington's hand and left the American General in his tent.

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Field Marshall Easthaven was on his horse, he gathered his troops which now included 100,000 fresh american soldiers. He once again climbed the small hill to speak to his men.

"Ok, we are off to London. Apolytonians, I know you are tired but I ask you to put that aside for now. We have a chance to end this here and now with one more battle. Our bretheren need us now, they can't do this alone and I'm sure you all want to partake in the fall of London. So, fight with me once more, give me the priviledge of entering battle beside you brave men one more time." The response was a cheer and the lifting of each soldiers sword high above, they would follow their General into hell and back.

"As for you newcomers! All I ask is you let me lead you. I have heard much of the Americans and I hope all of it is true, for if it is, we will come out of this battle victorious! So my fellow allies, let us, together, destroy our common enemy so that we may go home to our families and live a life of peace!" Another cheer was the response, this time from the americans.

"On to London! On to Justice!" He yelled as he twirled his horse around, sword held high. He raced forward towards the city of London, over 200,000 cheering men followed. Once again the thunderous rumbling sounds of an invading army was heard throughout the hills of England. Once again they were off to fight...