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Silver Revolutionary Folkish Army, West Germany, German Reich, European Union, Soviet Union, Marchia, The Papal States, France, and the rest of what you can find on the map. Additionally people can request to RP different characters of different hierarchy and allegiances in each country, or even Partisans with a completely different idea. Anyone who's interested, PM me. The technology is late WW1-early WW2, although this takes place probably one hundred years in the future actually.
Silver Revolution: The Birth Of The Nordlanders
An introduction to the Geopolitical and Social structures before the Silver Revolution
Historical circumstances which led to the Silver Revolution are many, and very varied. Approximately two hundred years ago, many places accross the world had suffered from a very devastating World War, which had broken the majority of the Ancient Countries up into several factions, a struggle that lasted for many generations and pushed humanity to its very limit on most corners of the worlds, save for a few isolated countries. As time passed, microstates and confederations of micronations began to arise. In time, a kind of romanticist movement happened in Europe which lead to the re-creation of many of the ancient nations, as seen in the map:
Notorious exceptions were the return of the Soviet Union, which had been already considered ancient history before the war and collapse of other nations. The Soviet Union would be considered to be by far the most successful of these states for a long time. Another exception was the division between the Germanies. The German Reich (Deutsches Reich), which was more Prussianlike and Militaristic in nature occupied most of the ancient Prussian territory as well as parts of Eastern Germany, and had an exclave consisting of formerly Austrian territories around Wien. The rest of Austria and Germany, Bundesrepublik Deutschland remained in a way resembling the old West Germany. Another unusual thing is Marchia, territory given by the German Reich to be populated by the Marchars.
Almost all of the new nations would be doomed to failure and collapse over time, as the unions were artificial. This was caused due to infighting over economic factors and policies, and due to the "tribalization" of extremely multicultural societies in the case of Western Europe, leading people to group up by Ethnicities, Culture and Social Classes to fight each other in chaos, as well as war proper. Eventually, this continent-wide chaos would allow different nations to rise, and most importantly would lead to the creation of Nordlandic culture, language, ethnicity and state. In these pages we shall re-tell the story of our Ancestors which against all odds, managed to defeat all enemies and all extremists to eventually create what is our Homeland today.
(Extract from the Nordlandsaga Introduction)
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A very intoxicated Martens made his way through the streets of Wien with two of his Comrades, taking with him a large plastic jar still half full with local wine, all of them in their black Panzerkorps rookie military uniforms. It was saturday night, almost midnight, and it was pretty quiet outside, almost not a soul in the street. Weather was being kind on that summer. They all spoke rather loudly and laughed, walking through the streets, speaking of changing the world with the flamboyancy and sophistication that one would expect from drunken lips.
They felt tired. They reached the end of the city...the forests...drawn by the trees and their protection, the young adults wander in and find a quiet spot to sit down and finish their wine...
On that night, Martens would dream visions of Valkyries, as well as with a Raven. These dreams were confusing, not consistent, and brought little rest. At a point, he had felt that he had come to some profound realization, that he had been enlightened, but typically of these things, when being woken up he would not remember what he had supposedly discovered...
Martens opens his eyes to see smoke coming from different areas of the massive Wien ahead, and planes - bomber planes - dropping their deadly payload over and over again onto the people below. He groans lightly from the pain of the hangover and blinks twice, rubbing his eyes... "Oh $%&@! Scheisse! Wake up, people!"
His Comrades woke up slowly, all of them suffering from the same hangover. "Ach!" Martens helped - or forced - one of them up by himself, growling lightly at the painful complaint of his aching muscles as he did so. They started to run - rather slowly - towards the Panzerschule not far to which they had been assisting. They started to hear the sound of AA guns and artillery.
It took them some effort to arrive to the Panzerschule, as they were in danger of being hit by the rain of bombs. But dodging the chaos, they made it. There were many wounded, and there were fire.
Their superior officer seemed to be extremely busy over the phone coordinating different batallions and groups, and quickly looked them up and down and shouted, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU FREAKS ARE DOING HERE SO LATE! YOU WILL BE SENT TO THE DUNGEON FOR A WEEK! AND YOU KADET RIEDELMANN WHERE IS YOUR CAP" Indeed, one of Martens' comrades had left his custom cap back at the forest. They were made a total mess, their uniforms dirty, their hair screwed up. A large piece of artillery landed close by, shaking up the building.
Martens asked, "Sir, what is going on?"
- "WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GOING ON? We're at war, Martens! It's the Communists! They got us by surprise! They are threatening to surround Wien. Go get in your damn Tank, we're outnumbered! You better hope you die out there in battle or otherwise I'll kill you myself for disgracing your uniforms and our Fatherland!"
"Jawohl!" They salute and get on their way among the chaos, still aching. They climb and enter their small Panzer IB as it was still being made ready by auxiliary crews and sit down in the crammed, hot space within. Riedelmann the Driver sighs. "Goddamn for Odin's damn Ravens them Reds picked the best time to come till our damn land". Steiner, the Navigator, comms man and loader chuckled and said, "Yer right. We got em all for us! A free ticket to Valhalla I tell ya! Goddamnit how my heart does hurt". Martens - commander and gunner - leans back and rubs his head. "Whatever. Lets go." The signal was given by the people outside that fuel was ready, and so Riedelmann powers up the engine. Steiner prepares the maps and gulps, as the amount of enemies seems to be rather high. "Fine then take us to the northwest. We're supposed to stop a bunch of Communist scout tanks and BT tanks acting as the scouts supposedly. Lets go."
Martens finishes loading up a shell just in case and adjusts the Commander's copula, Riedelmann shifts gears and starts to advance through the streets followed by two other tanks - Another PzIB and a stronger 35t. Exitting Wien proper and entering the forest and hilly zone they advance and find the first lone BT-5 tank.
Martens calls, "Halt! Enemy sighted" and dives into the turret, aiming...and firing onto the enemy from a distance, hitting it on the side, on the track, while it moves, constituting a mobility kill. "M-kill" But surprisingly, instead of fleeing, the tank turns its turret towards them. It fires, and blows off the tiny turret of their companion PzIB. The Pz35t finishes it with a clean shot aimed just under the cannon, destroying it. Martens reloads and sighs.
"That was close. Pretty good for a bunch of alcoholics."
They move on more carefully, in the search of more Red Army Tanks...
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rp, and I'd join in, but I'm already too busy trying to catch up everywhere else.