Years ago a kingdom of superb farmers and skilled craftsmen were set upon by the destructive forces of the Southern Machine Menace, their ornate but small cities were wiped off the map by large pillars of burning light that came down from the heavens like the finger of God himself had pierced the skies and wiped the land clean of all life. Our king was instantly killed by these burning pillars, his majestic castle upon the hill erased from existence. In a great exodus our people went east to a land of great and powerful individualists but upon our arrival we were greeted with apathy and an indifferent attitude, their leader at the time a gray haired old man was too fearful of reprisal by the evil hive minded machines and closed his border to us. With our spirits crushed we fled back toward the north where news of strong fiery men from a great sea faring nation had come to protect us from the machine menace and help us organize a resistance against their tyranny.
In the years following great ships like never seen before battled in our skies as great powers came to do battle with the machine menace. The Men of The Sea proved successful in keeping the Machine Menace’s spies and harvesters from coming to take us away and strip us of our minds. We fight on, but the battle now lies in finding a way to subsist in our new scorched land. For a good year now the machines have kept to themselves, blue eyed Eastmen come and observe our broken cities, their intentions unknown, news from the south as ceased and our future is uncertain…
Forward We Cry
“Mr. President our report on the situation at Tasselvalta has been completed and our chief agent on the matter is here to give it in person.” The Aide said as Allen Gordon, President of Allegheny sat in his office in the tower on the hill looking out over his capitol city.
“Send him in then,” He said quietly, turning his chair to face door. The Aide nodded and walked out the agent entering as the Aide left. Agent Kennaway saluted his glowing blue eyes looking front and center but not upon the President.
“At ease Agent, I am please to hear the Bureau of information is finally done with it’s investigation of our neighbor.”
“Yes sir,” The Agent said relaxing his at ready stance. “My report is as follows; most of the population of Tasselvalta is now located in the north, they are dying a slow death and without immediate aid they shall surely perish leaving the land devoid of human life. The Warreic commandos are now cut off from Warre as we assume Vodrak no longer allows Warriec ships to gain entrance to the inland sea Tasselvalta borders. The land itself has been terribly scared by the Packilvanian war-machine and the country has ceased to have an economy. It is essentially a group of homeless nomads attempting to find shelter in either the Tasselvaltan plains where most die of exposure to the elements or in the ruins of it’s cities.” The agent cleared his throat and continued.
“It is my assessment that the Alleghenian army will most likely be unopposed and probably be welcomed as saviors if we were to enter and annex the ruined north lands tomorrow. Rebuilding will be a costly effort but I am sure our efficient economic strength will make it possible. Along with reseeding technologies that have been recently created and Tasselvalta’s incredible mineral wealth it would in my opinion be a waste if we did not move in immediately and seize it before another regional power does so.” The Agent finished his assessment and stood waiting for the President to respond.
“That is all Agent Kennaway, you have down a marvelous job. Dismissed.”
The Agent saluted again and quickly left. Gordon brought up his computer screen from the desk and had the computer dial in a secure line to Central Command. The call was quickly answered by the Supreme Commander of Allegheny’s Armed Forces, Cassandra Phillips. Commander Phillips saluted as the President began to speak.
“Good Evening Commander, under Executive orders I hereby instruct you to gather an expeditionary force and have a plan to advance on Redcliffe, Tasselvalta within the nest two weeks. It is our intention to annex and bring aid to the war torn Tasselvaltan north lands and rescue stranded Warreic commando teams.”
Commander Phillips nodded, her face betraying no emotion on the sudden decision. “It shall be done Mr. President.”