Duom War 2 (Duom Theatre)

Screams were not an unfamiliar sound to Samuel Coltain. A lifetime of service in the Imperial Military made the sound of screams commonplace. This was however, the first time they never bothered him. Sure, men would put on a tough face: claim those they fought never appeared to haunt them in their dreams. Usually it was a lie.

But when the Divinian Marines, 40,000 strong, landed on the beaches of the Asderaordian colony in the evening, they hoped to hear those screams. Inflicting violence on these people would not bring back what they had lost. Everyone knew that. It did not matter. Orders to evacuate had been given months ago. Those that insisted on staying behind knew what they were doing, and so were treated as the fools they were.

By the time the sun had begun to crest the horizon, the worst of the slaughter was over. Coltain walked briskly through the street, past burnt out buildings and the mangled remains of the few men who had attempted to fight the invasion. Aerali’i chants were barely audible over the sounds of human suffering as he walked into the square. The priestesses that had accompanied his soldiers were quick in their actions. A line of men was on display, beaten but alive, for now. They would not last long. Crude stakes had been erected, and the defeated men had been hoisted upon their sharpened ends, crucified through the armpit. Their feet dangled and twitched violently. Each breath would have caused unimaginable pain, as their heaving chest dug the poles deeper into their bodies.

Finally, Samuel had reached his destination. On a hill overlooking the square, the women and children were gathered. He smiled sadly as he approached them, ensuring his aides delivered the goods they were carrying appropriately. One woman and her young son were selected from among the throng. The boy could have been no more than 6 years of age, and he gripped his mothers skirts, wide eyed and sniveling. Coltain bent down, speaking softly to the boy. “Don’t fret son, it will be alright.”

The two were separated, and seated at a small table away from the crowd. A group of marines ensured they would dare not move. Now he addressed the throng in front of him.

“Your president came to Divinium under the pretense of peace. He claimed to represent your people and your interests. And we accepted him into our halls with dignity. We were content to resolve our issue through diplomacy. But it was not to be. His actions are the cause of your unhappy situation. And it is his actions you have the pleasure of witnessing firsthand.” Content, Coltain walked over to the table, stared both woman and child in the eyes, and placed the box he was holding on the table. “Behold your government's idea of diplomacy. And in kind, our response.” He stepped away, leaving the briefcase between the captives.

More than 4 Million troops disembarked onto the beaches of Duom. The lack of the expected fire caused a false sense of ease in the soldiers who carelessly flooded off the ship, the silence was broken by the shattering boom of landmines going off sending bodies and limbs flying everywhere blood scattering through the air. After the despicable land mines decimated the force, killing many soldiers. A grim mood settled over the troops. They moved from the beach scouting out the surrounding ares, locating the nearby city and the river drinks on along with the enemy lines off the penisula. After it was made clear that the enemy was not going to advance lines were dug for the artillery and trenches placed behind them.



After a few weeks had passed, the constant artillery fire a depressing constant for the troops. The Moderelai guns were firing faster, much faster, but every now and then a slightly different explosion sounded and the resulting shell sent even more bodies flying and ammo reserves to go up. One day, seemingly the same as any other the order came down for the armoured cars to begin pushing under the cover of artillery fire with the soldiers behind them. After ten minutes of hurried scrambling for rifles the rumbling of the engines burst through the front of the Moderelai lines and the soldiers swarmed over the ledges screaming a battle cry running up behind an armoured car. At the sound of the screams foreign heads poked up over their sandbags and were promptly removed by an artillery shell or a shot from a rifle. Once the shock had gotten through to the Asderaordian soldiers, and they began firing back, every now and then catching a soldier behind the cars. A shell detonating the fuel of a car causing all around it to dissapear in an explosion. The advance kept creeping forward for two hours, never once did the soldiers cease fire.



Once the Moderelian forces reached the front line, the orders echoed around the Asderaordian troops to cease fire, and a man approached the Moderelian troops with a white flag. The officers discussed something in hushed tones before the order was given to the Asderaordian troops to lay down their weapons and come forward a legion at a time. Once the first legion was disarmed an unexpected woosh of fire permeated the air as the other Asderaordian troops were barbequed in the trenches. Much to the Moderelians displeasure the prisoners became violent and they had to put them down. After the last Asderaordian troop lay dead, the forces fell back to their defensive positions to the smell of burning flesh.

The last thing the civilians in the city heard before darkens claimed them was the consecutive explosions of artillery leveling their city. The city was now no more than rubble.

The Naval force has the full navy with its 29 warships and well over a thousand assorted vessels from old sailing ships to bulk transports with a total of 2194 Ships with a total of around 70 million people evacuated

The warships proceed to throw ammunition overboard requesting that the ships be inspected then deemed civilian as they have no military capacity

The warships turn about heading back west and cease throwing ammunition overboard

In light of repeated service to the Raikh, Hauhkuno, and Swersgesatt, we are pleased to hereby bestow the title and office of Halbfruma af þis Raikhsharjis to the Honorable Grand Chairman Howard Philips Nelson, Director of Pole Star Shipping. He is to be afforded all due courtesy and honours befitting such a rank from all those that he might meet within or without the Raikh, until such a time as he is stripped of his rank or attains yet greater glory in the service of the Raikh.

He is to be afforded the right to wear the badges of his office and to receive a yearly wage of two-hundred and eighty-seven Thaler, five Schillinge, and four Pfennige so long as he remains in the active service of the Raikh and a sixth of that should he be placed in reserve. He is also to be afforded, upon the completion of his service, his full pension.