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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Jul 29, 2021 6:24:53 GMT
After recieving a telegram from Rodicas assistant in St. Helena, the man at the reception of the Gasca offices, began writing another telegram. This one told the navies that the opperation was to procede, and that they should leave for the south immediatly.
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Jul 30, 2021 4:03:18 GMT
The closest island grew as they got closer. The frozen rocks and trees jutting up over the landscape. This was the first in many conquests, although this should be one of the easier ones. No one lived on the island it was quite desolate and small. But it was nessecary to take it for Moderal, there can not be any weaknesses.
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Aug 2, 2021 6:29:29 GMT
With many nations sprining out of obscurity, and some even refusing to sign the Morthal naval treaty, many compromises had been made in order to secure Moderals territory as quickly as possible. The presumably rigid naval groups had been seperated for maximum land coverage. In a short few days almost half the islands had been concquered. The bid to secur the south was progressing quite well.
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Aug 3, 2021 11:14:49 GMT
The Island, Home.
The island, once called home
burns burns, taken, gone.
removed, forever to stay
people forcibly reclaimed.
Cold steel, monstrosity
Grey thing breaks the waves.
Ancient Civilisation,
Black flag now high raised.
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Aug 4, 2021 2:06:43 GMT
After a few long weeks of almost constant fighting, the TS Fstanuris steamed steadily towar the forested island drawing closer on the horizon. After an entire week of fighting on islands, they all started to blend together. Even the admiral couldn't quite remember what this island was called on the plans. This island didn't appear to be inhabited by anyone, although it was getting harder to tell the further they went south as all the settlements were concealed by the Jungle. The horn sounded, once, twice and the ship swung away to starboard slowing down as it did so. The soldiers, upon hearing the horn, began preperations for a landing party stowing equipment, supplies, and troops into the smaller rowboats they were to land with. The first boat was lowered with soldiers bracing against the spray, which although warmer than the waters in their homeland were still bitingly cold. The boat rather gently hit the water, sending a wave of water outward. The crew untied the ropes and began rowing toward shore, followed by the other rowing vessel from the group.
Joesph turned, black cloth swirling around him, rifle pressed against his shoulder. Another noise, just audible amongst the noise of a forest. He focused in on the sound and strained his eyes to see just a little further. His partner swung with him also looking for the native hidden in the forest. Another sound, a twig snapping perhaps came from behind, he turned and went to sight down his rifle. Suddenly, he could feel a burning pain in his back, spreading like fire. He heard a gunshot, then crumpled to the ground, eyes closing.
The small vilage burned, perhaps not a wise descision in the long run. But the soldiers rage had boiled over, and the town was now alight. From the highest point on the island a black white and gold flag flew, underneat a similar one, a black feild with a four pointed teal star on it. Flasks were being passed around as the men worked, filled with hard liquor. The some men carried the bodies into the village, and some of them began to set up a base camp. Ready to start constructing towns and ports.
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Aug 4, 2021 2:13:23 GMT
The council smiled as the report came in about the final island being capture, the expansion was now complete, and their territory secure. All though the added bonuses about the trade and military power was an added bonus. The final black, and white flag was moved onto the island signifying the end of the expansion. Attachments:
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