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Hi ging.
There's an island in the north-east that you might like.
have you calculated your stats yet?
(Haha! First RP post of all of you!)
At the Esterden Airfleet Yards, over 5,000 Predorians had gathered to celebrate the launch of Middle Predor's first flying battleship, the Princess Sophie. Among the grey of the citizens of Esterden was a block of red-and-gold cloaks; members of the Royal family and the Ministers of War, Commerce and Foreign Affairs. King Albin was among that group, and he watched as a group of airmen ascended the ramp to where the Princess Sophie sat in her cradle. The huge flying battleship's rigging was covered in bright fluttering signal flags; she was "dressed up" for the occasion. The last airman walked onto the deck, and the boarding ramp was pulled down and out of the way. The murmur of conversation died away as Albin stood on the podium erected for the purpose. He raised his voice to reach to the entire crowd. "By the authority given to me by the Crown, I declare the battleship Princess Sophie launched!"
Cheering from the crowd was suddenly drowned out as the Princess Sophie's Deepmere P-100 engines started with a thunderous roar. A powerful rush of air swept across the ground surrounding the cradle and the battleship as the massive propellers began to turn. With a low groan of steel structures taking new weight, the flying battleship hauled itself into the sky, leaving the celebrating crowd below.
It had been about two hours since the first lift-off of Princess Sophie and the party in it's honour was of course in full swing.
Fenris Kaldr, Norvich's Lord Ambassador in Middle Predor was leaning against an expensively furnished balcony railing, a flute of champagne in his right hand. The north-man knocked back the glass, drinking the alcohol surprisingly elegantly for one of his people.
Fenris noticed the King making his way outside and he exchanged his empty glass for a full one that a waiter stopped to offer him
and then raised the flute to the King, "Your Majesty, 'twas a fine display this afternoon. I imagine that will keep those Western Zealot's in their own lands for a while." Unlike most folk, Fenris was surprisingly confident when talking to royals. After all he was technically royal himself, albeit just a cousin of the King- yet a Kaldr all the same.
[Ick, sorry for the quality of that.]
About half an hour after the conversation between Fenris Kaldr and the king, a dark shadowy figure dressed in a hooded robe appeared intercepting the royal family. "Greetings almighty King of Middle Predor, the wondrous South Andereians are here and are willing to make diplomatic relations as long as you let the almighty Zoion be introduced to your populace." The emotionless figure steps back into the shadows doing a strange holy symbol on his left arm.
[This is my first Rp so sorry if its not great.]
(That was fine)
King Albin had been previously in deep discussion with a handful of lords over arium mining in their lands, and was grateful for the distraction. He took a flute of wine from a passing servant and made his way to Fenris. He nodded at Fenris's words. "Indeed., Ambassador. Hopefully it will keep the Gray Empire at bay as well. As small as we are, we're not beneath their notice. The Princess Sophie is but the first of many flying battleships." He considered Fenris with a keen eye. "And is Norvich preparing a similar effort as well?"
(holy jesus i had no idea what I was getting into. I'll just wait until i can gauge how the conversation with Fenris is going to go before i respond to you.)
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[Lol, it's NorVATH. NorVICK is the demonym.]
"Aye, the Grays always have something brewing." Fenris said thoughtfully, taking another sip of wine before suppressing a smirk at the King's question, "Unfortunately as my position is primarily to do with dealing with foreign relations, I have not been privy to any such preparations and could not tell you if they're happening at all." The lies rolled smoothly off the Ambassador's tongue. Of course, Fenris already knew that both the Norvick King and the Predorian one were aware of the basics of eachother's war plans but he knew his cousin would have his head if he'd been blabbing military secrets at a fancy ball down south, there were unwelcome ears and eyes everywhere after all.
(How the crap did i miss that?)
Albin nodded, accepting the lie as easily as Fenris gave it. He wasn't a fool- he knew no sane ambassador would dare give away military secrets unless they had ample reason to. "I see. As for our... overzealous neighbours to the west, I suspect they will encounter difficulties in reaching us. They cannot build a full invasion fleet before the winter winds cut them off from us, and by spring-who knows? We may be able to stop them. Or at least pacify them somehow. For now, they are not a threat."
*leans back in chair*
well, that's the WFE and the flag done...
*eye falls on gigantic need-to-do list*
...
*slides onto floor*
nope nope nope nope
G'night.
Hi! welcome to Skyreach. If you like flying battleships and old-fashioned European Imperialism, you've come to the right place.
Also, if you wish to join the RP here at Skyreach, I recommend you start by calculating your nation's RP stats using the handy calculator above.
scores above 7 count as specialties of that nation, while scores below 4 count as weaknesses. Nations are only allowed three randomizations to pick from.
Here"Aye, for now." Fenris said, his voice a tone lower. "So how did the common people take to the idea of a flying battleship?" He asked rather curiously, "Surely they remember the horrors that the Gray Empire brought to one of your neighbouring countries with a couple of those." The ambassador took a sip of his drink after talking but his eyes never ceased to match Albin's gaze.
Albin did not even blink. "They saw the destruction, yes, but they also saw what could happen to us if we didn't have flying battleships of our own. It's an arms race now, and we're caught up in it. There was some grumbling about the cost in levies, but it was worth it."
He relaxed, and took a sip of his wine.
Date: January 1890
It's not even winter! Winter starts in July!
We're working off Sourthern Hemisphere standard shifted one month forward, so summer starts in January and ends in March!
unless you think otherwise.
At the Shipyards of Kitznau people gather in silence for the launch of 'The Converter'. 6000 people all hooded figures watch as the Emperor, The Minister of Religion and the Minister of War walk onto the stage. The Emperor steps up to the podium, and speaks with a voice for all to hear, “People, today we celebrate with a sacrifice to the almighty god Zoion, with a Deserter of the religion.” A screaming man is brought up on stage, dragged by two Zealots shouting “PLEASE STOP, DON’T KILL ME FOR YOUR NUT JOB BELIEFS!” "SILENCE!" yells the Emperor as the minister of religion passes the ceremonial six shot revolver coated in gold and glistening in the sun to him. As the Emperor aims the gun, the crowd and the ministers begin chanting loudly, "Zoion accept our sacrifice". BANG, the crowd falls silent as the body drops to the ground. The 'Sky Zealots' board the ship dressed in hooded grey uniforms. The ramps are retracted. The Z-700s burst into life breaking the silence. 'The Converter' Lifts off and the Emperor Yells at the top of his voice "PRAISE ZOION AND LET THIS BATTLESHIP CRUSH OUR FOES!". The crowd finishes by simultaneously all doing the Zoion Holy Symbol on their left arm before dispersing.
”You’re right about that, your majesty.” Fenris said with something like distaste in his expression. ”If you’ll excuse me sir.” He bowed to the king before walking away, disappearing in to the crowd.
Albin blinked in surprise as the figure appeared in front of him. The royal guards instinctively stepped in front of the intruder, bayonets affixed to rifles leveled. "Who are you?" one demanded.
February 1890
To observers on the ground, the Princess Sophie was as large as a mountain as she hovered at a bare 10,000 feet from those below her. The synchronized roar of flying engines announced the presence of her foe - three Gray Empire flying cruisers. Long and deadly, they resembled jackals attacking a lion as they sped up and descended, aiming to fly beneath the larger battleship and attack her underside. The Princess Sophie's 18-inch cannons opened up in a roar of gunfire as she too dived, striving to keep the cruisers within the line of fire of her more numerous upper guns. The cruisers kept descending as their own 12-inch guns responded with their own thunder. Black smoky tracer trails sailed from the cruisers towards the battleship, passing harmlessly over her. Now the cruisers were within range of her smaller guns, and they thundered as the Princess Sophie executed an emergency dive. Airmen on the massive ship grabbed handholds as the Princess Sophie plunged towards the hard earth. Townspeople in the town below watched in horror as she dived towards them like a mountain dropped from the sky, growing closer and closer. At a bare five hundred feet, her massive flying engines caught her with a deafening roar. Her terrifying downwards plunge turned into a thundering swoop as she passed overhead, her colossal hull seeming to fill the sky above the townspeople as she accidentally swiped a church steeple, sending it crashing towards the ground. Her startling maneuver had done it's trick- she was now well below the angry cruisers, and they now had to face her heavily armored and armed topside. The massive ship shuddered as her guns boomed, and a forest of black tracer trails leaped towards the cruisers above her. A thundering double-explosion, and two of the cruisers were blown out of the sky as their vulnerable hulls were hit by massive 18-inch shells. The third decided to flee, but didn't make it far before she was ripped apart by a volley of shells. As debris from the cruisers crashed to earth, the air was only filled with the roar of the massive, victorious flying battleship as she hovered above the town, signal flags fluttering from her masts.
February 1890
King Harlan Kaldr grinned at the sight before him. From where he stood on a raised platform, the monarch had a perfect view of The Lady Frost's four turbine engines roaring to life before the battleship began rising into the air. The wind howled around him, the already grim weather adding to the major winds being released by Norvath's first flying battleship. Harlan felt a surge of pride as a massive Norvick Flag was unfurled and the ship began to move away from the mountains to hover over the sea. He knew he'd taken a risk in commissioning a smaller-than-usual Battleship but as a seasoned commander he knew the benefit of being the swifter opponent. Around him the small crowd of Lords and officials were clapping and cheering and the king's smile shifted to an almost wolfish smirk, he already had their first target in mind- Valamore. Their neighbouring nation had been frequently insolent when regarding diplomatic relationships between the countries and had even gone so far as to breach their territory with new farms and dams. That was why, a few days ago he'd sent a huge team of labourers to begin constructing a temporary dam in the mountains hat would severely reduce Valamore's waterflow. Next they would attack the city's capitol and beat the Valian Royal Palace into Submission with The Lady Frost's quick-firing guns.
Hey there.
Should I calculate my nation's statistics before or after getting a spot on the map.
Also, do the in-game stats affect me in terms of RP?
Hi!
Calculating statistics before getting a spot on the map is best, as your climate stat affects which side of the map you're on.
The in game stats do not affect your RP in any way. only your RP stats affect your RP.
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