Alright this will be an interesting one. My nation is Crimsonia, at the time of this roleplay it is a small country situated in eastern Europe. The setting will be during the Crimsonian Civil war. 1861-1865 however it will turn into a regional war that will drag other larger European nations into it. I decided to choose this era because the weapons and tactics would be simple to use and there would be no airpower. We will be using weapons of the day, muskets, early repeaters, Gatling guns, ironclads and etc. This was also the first war in which locomotives were used. The war will begin in the Crimsonia but it will spread across the region and hopefully europe. Similar to WW1. This means that you may choose to be your nations and play out a little shared history. .
Noon, May 10 1861. The army of Imperial Crimsonia under General Ulysses was engaged in a battle with the rebel Army of Southern Crimsonia under the command of General Nicolai . The site of this engagement was a place called Archengrad . Archengrad was a large city situated along the Archen river. The rebels had dug a network of trenches on a hill south of the city and the Imperials had taken the city. Since early this morning the imperial army had sent wave after wave from the town to the rebel positions but so far each wave was defeated.
Colonel Adelbert Ames, commander of the Crimson Iron Brigade stood in front of his troops. He was wearing a new uniform with polished brass buttons and a red sash around his waist. He felt like a really big target with that uniform and a wave of fear came over him. He shook it off, he and his men were veterans. They were the 27th Imperial Guard, better known as the Iron Brigade. They have never routed in combat and he was determined to hold up that reputation. He drew his saber and yelled, “FORWARD…………MARCH”. He and his brigade began to move forward. The rebel Artillery opened up and shells began to land in front of and behind them. “They will adjust their aim, we need to quicken the pace” he thought. He raised his saber and yelled “AT THE DOUBLE QUICK MARCH!” The brigade broke into a steady jog.
They began to pass the wounded and dead from the other charge. Men were crawling back; others were using their weapons as crutches. One man was carrying his arm, trembling, and the soldier held it up to salute the passing brigade. The rebel artillery began to burst overhead, shrapnel sprayed into the ranks of the oncoming troops. Ames didn’t let it get to him, he just kept running. A shell suddenly burst overhead, he could hear the screams of nearby soldiers as hot shrapnel pierced their bodies. Ames was knocked to the ground, everything went quiet for a moment, he looked up and saw his troops still moving up toward the rebel infantry. The smoke from the shell burst came over him; the smell of sulfur stung his nostrils. He stood just as Captain Shelton, commander for company A, ran to his side. Captain Shelton yelled “ARE YOU OK SIR?” Ames just nodded, pointed his saber and yelled “DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME, JUST FOCUS ON THE ATTACK!”
Another shell burst overhead and Captain Shelton’s head exploded and blood sprayed all over Ames. He just turned and started to sprint, he started screaming “GO, GO, GO, GO” This is all he could say, the Adrenaline had kicked in and he just became part of the charge. The rebel trench was just ahead, he could see the sun glinting off of the enemy rifles. There must have been hundreds of them, and they were going to fire a volley at near point blank. The rebels opened fire and the smoke immediately concealed them from view. Minnie balls tore through the ranks. Soldiers fell like leaves from a tree. Ames watched in horror as the soldier in front of him lost his lower jaw. Only a gaping hole was left, blood spewed out and the soldiers tongue lashed about. Ames blocked it out and his men let out a terrifying yell as they lowered their bayonets.
His men jumped into the trench, stabbing and cursing. Ames jumped into the trench, a rebel tried to bayonet him but Ames knocked it aside and with a swift uppercut he slashed the rebel across the throat with his saber. The rebels began to route but their reinforcements from the second trench a 100 yards off began to march toward the first trench. The Iron brigade had not fired a shot and Ames thought, “Now is our chance.” “MEN NOW IS OUR CHANCE TO GET REVENGE, HOLD YOUR FIRE UNTIL MY ORDER!” The Iron Brigade held their fire until the rebels were only fifty yards away; Ames drew his revolver and yelled “FIRE!” The Brigade unleashed a volley that decimated the rebel lines. The rebels did not have the same bravado as the Iron brigade and so they retreated. Ames turned to his flag bearer, “Signal the general that we have taken the first trench.”
General Ulysses was standing on a hill north of town. He looked through his field glasses at the smoldering ruins of Archengrad. The city was now a shadow of its former self. For nearly a week the imperial forces had been fighting for this city, at one point it was building by building, room by room. Now they had taken the city and pushed the rebels to the hill south of town. He shifted his gaze from the city to the hill. The Iron brigade had taken the first trench; he could see their brigade guidon and “old glory” waving back and forth. At this moment General Winfield Von Kutuzov rode up on horseback. “We took a hell of a lot of casualties this morning but at least we are making progress.” Ulysses took a puff of his cigar. “I will do this all year if I have too. I can replace my men, they can’t.”
A courier rode up at a gallop. He stopped and saluted Ulysses, Ulysses casually saluted back and while puffing his cigar said “what is it?” “Sir……it’s our supply ships, they are under attack!” Ulysses, Winfield and his staff looked shocked. Winfield was the first to regain his composure and said “that’s not possible; the enemy no longer has a navy! Another courier rode up. “General…sir we have spotted a large fleet sailing up the river, our signal positions indicate they are less than 10 kilometers away. Winfield looked over at Ulysses. "General they are not the rebels!” Ulysses took it all in and said coldly, “gentleman it would appear we are under attack by a foreign nation……..”
Noon, May 10 1861. The army of Imperial Crimsonia under General Ulysses was engaged in a battle with the rebel Army of Southern Crimsonia under the command of General Nicolai . The site of this engagement was a place called Archengrad . Archengrad was a large city situated along the Archen river. The rebels had dug a network of trenches on a hill south of the city and the Imperials had taken the city. Since early this morning the imperial army had sent wave after wave from the town to the rebel positions but so far each wave was defeated.
Colonel Adelbert Ames, commander of the Crimson Iron Brigade stood in front of his troops. He was wearing a new uniform with polished brass buttons and a red sash around his waist. He felt like a really big target with that uniform and a wave of fear came over him. He shook it off, he and his men were veterans. They were the 27th Imperial Guard, better known as the Iron Brigade. They have never routed in combat and he was determined to hold up that reputation. He drew his saber and yelled, “FORWARD…………MARCH”. He and his brigade began to move forward. The rebel Artillery opened up and shells began to land in front of and behind them. “They will adjust their aim, we need to quicken the pace” he thought. He raised his saber and yelled “AT THE DOUBLE QUICK MARCH!” The brigade broke into a steady jog.
They began to pass the wounded and dead from the other charge. Men were crawling back; others were using their weapons as crutches. One man was carrying his arm, trembling, and the soldier held it up to salute the passing brigade. The rebel artillery began to burst overhead, shrapnel sprayed into the ranks of the oncoming troops. Ames didn’t let it get to him, he just kept running. A shell suddenly burst overhead, he could hear the screams of nearby soldiers as hot shrapnel pierced their bodies. Ames was knocked to the ground, everything went quiet for a moment, he looked up and saw his troops still moving up toward the rebel infantry. The smoke from the shell burst came over him; the smell of sulfur stung his nostrils. He stood just as Captain Shelton, commander for company A, ran to his side. Captain Shelton yelled “ARE YOU OK SIR?” Ames just nodded, pointed his saber and yelled “DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME, JUST FOCUS ON THE ATTACK!”
Another shell burst overhead and Captain Shelton’s head exploded and blood sprayed all over Ames. He just turned and started to sprint, he started screaming “GO, GO, GO, GO” This is all he could say, the Adrenaline had kicked in and he just became part of the charge. The rebel trench was just ahead, he could see the sun glinting off of the enemy rifles. There must have been hundreds of them, and they were going to fire a volley at near point blank. The rebels opened fire and the smoke immediately concealed them from view. Minnie balls tore through the ranks. Soldiers fell like leaves from a tree. Ames watched in horror as the soldier in front of him lost his lower jaw. Only a gaping hole was left, blood spewed out and the soldiers tongue lashed about. Ames blocked it out and his men let out a terrifying yell as they lowered their bayonets.
His men jumped into the trench, stabbing and cursing. Ames jumped into the trench, a rebel tried to bayonet him but Ames knocked it aside and with a swift uppercut he slashed the rebel across the throat with his saber. The rebels began to route but their reinforcements from the second trench a 100 yards off began to march toward the first trench. The Iron brigade had not fired a shot and Ames thought, “Now is our chance.” “MEN NOW IS OUR CHANCE TO GET REVENGE, HOLD YOUR FIRE UNTIL MY ORDER!” The Iron Brigade held their fire until the rebels were only fifty yards away; Ames drew his revolver and yelled “FIRE!” The Brigade unleashed a volley that decimated the rebel lines. The rebels did not have the same bravado as the Iron brigade and so they retreated. Ames turned to his flag bearer, “Signal the general that we have taken the first trench.”
General Ulysses was standing on a hill north of town. He looked through his field glasses at the smoldering ruins of Archengrad. The city was now a shadow of its former self. For nearly a week the imperial forces had been fighting for this city, at one point it was building by building, room by room. Now they had taken the city and pushed the rebels to the hill south of town. He shifted his gaze from the city to the hill. The Iron brigade had taken the first trench; he could see their brigade guidon and “old glory” waving back and forth. At this moment General Winfield Von Kutuzov rode up on horseback. “We took a hell of a lot of casualties this morning but at least we are making progress.” Ulysses took a puff of his cigar. “I will do this all year if I have too. I can replace my men, they can’t.”
A courier rode up at a gallop. He stopped and saluted Ulysses, Ulysses casually saluted back and while puffing his cigar said “what is it?” “Sir……it’s our supply ships, they are under attack!” Ulysses, Winfield and his staff looked shocked. Winfield was the first to regain his composure and said “that’s not possible; the enemy no longer has a navy! Another courier rode up. “General…sir we have spotted a large fleet sailing up the river, our signal positions indicate they are less than 10 kilometers away. Winfield looked over at Ulysses. "General they are not the rebels!” Ulysses took it all in and said coldly, “gentleman it would appear we are under attack by a foreign nation……..”
