Montealba

Over 4 years and the great nation of Winfallow moves from its point of origin for the first time.

I'll probably use Winfallow for official Palatine shizzle and continue using Meyle for roleplay matters

REMINDER THAT RPs ARE DUE TODAY

Nova Hrodsk
Imperio Ex Terrae
Dagoth Uur
SeattleNinja008-If you miss this one we are going to NPC you.

Aroltia-I saw yours but the tagword is Deicide, not Decide. Almost missed it because of that

- MESSAGE FROM THE 1ST LT -

GIVEN RECENT ACTIONS ON PART OF A U.N. CULTURAL INSPECTION COMMITTEE, THE MILITIA OF HOCHERLAN'S TIGERS IS HANDING OVER FORMAL ACTIONS AND ADMINISTRATION OF PROVINCES TO THE VOIVODES AND, SPECIFICALLY THE PALATINES. 

WHILST THE MILITIAS AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES WILL REMAIN, ALL ADMINISTRATION HENCE FORTH INCLUDING FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC AFFAIRS WILL BE HANDLED BY PALATINES. 

HOCHERLAN'S TIGERS WILL REMAIN ON SEMI-ACTIVE DUTY TO RETAIN THE SECURITY OF MONTEALBA AND THE CULT'S MANY BULLETIN OFFICES. 

 EMERGENCY ORDERS AND POWERS REMAIN IN PLACE, HOCHERLAN'S TIGER RETAINS THE RIGHT TO ISSUE THE DUŠIČKY POLICY OF ORDERS AND OTHER SUCH  ORDERS TO ENSURE COMPLETE SUCCESS DURING N-DAY AND Z-DAY ASWELL AS MONTEALBA'S SANCTITY.

UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, I WILL BE HUNTING THE RED-LIGHT WOODS OF ELDURGOT, FISHING ITS RIVERS, AND WRITING CULTURAL ITEMS AS ALWAYS. BUT I WILL NOT LONGER UNLESS NECESARRY HANDLE THE AFFAIRS OF MONTEALBA AS ITS DE-FACTO RULER. 

GLORY TO HOCHERLAN'S TIGERS!
GLORY TO MONTEALBA!
LONG LIVE THE PRINCIPALITY!
4242 HOCHERLAN BLESS!

-ELDURGOTH 

B o o b a

Montealba 1994

Deicide

"Where the soft morning wind blows dreams away,

Out where the young morning jumps to the fray,

You hear our division, the best to exist,

Our heavy battle tanks growl in the mist"

"Unsere Panzerdivision," translated, by the Erich-Weinert-Ensemble

HEADQUARTERS, PRIMARY, T-TVO
VUKOVINA, LIBERALTED BUZHAN
0930Z

The air stank of war. It was a peculiar, unique scent. Sulfur, gunpowder. A hit of burnt flesh, akin to over-seared bacon. The musk of diesel fuel, the lighter fragrance of gasoline. Ash. Dust. Death.

It was a scent that General Sukhoi had smelled many times. First in the restless hills of Vissegaard, when he had been just a private, disembarking into the fire of Kara-Uzbeck insurgents from his rusting Patriotic War-era personnel carrier. Those ceaseless conflicts had taught him caution - too many of his comrades were slaughtered by mines and traps when they rushed to the attack, or later rushed to flee. Later in Afghanistan, when he had lead the Montealban Afghani Support Group into fire to support his Soviet masters. There, where timidity and restraint had cost the Russians ten thousand good men, and dozens of their gunship helicopters, he had learned decisiveness. Still later, the Tiger rebellion had taught him callousness - too many good soldiers had died for the liberation of their homeland, and to mourn for them all would have taken a thousand generations.

War had been his teacher, and he had been an able student. Now, looking around at the shattered down around him, he wondered if, perhaps, he had learned too well.

Vukovina had been one of the nearest settlements to the border, a scant four kilometers from Buzhan. The Nasunian border guard detachment there had been at roughly two companies's strength, one of regulars and one of paramilitaries. Now, their strength was zero, but many in the town itself had also suffered. Such was the prince of war, and Sukhoi would pay it without complaint or hesitation - yet it also was necessary to look at, and acknowledge, so that he may never be tempted to pay it for trivialities.

Plan ECHELON was proceeding smoothly for a plan initiated only a scant few hours ago. The severing of the primary crossings across the River Premana would hinder his offensive in the future, but, for now, would ensure that Nasunia would struggle to bring reinforcements to bear. Of course, the artillery had only been one phase of the plan. Before the guns had stopped firing, Buzhan's forces had already been rolling forward in their trucks and personnel carriers, driving the hated Nasunians back from their seized lands. First Rifle, from Posava, was pushing fast towards Tok, to seize the other main crossing before the Nasunians could mount a counter-strike. Second Rifle had spearheaded the seizure of Vukovina in the early hours of the morning, and was currently massing towards battered Përghitmonë, and Third Rifle was making a concerted effort to reach Srpnica before day's end.

The Fourth Volunteer Rifle Regiment - dregs, conscripts, and under-armed lackies, all - had taken Delije after bitter fighting, though that should have been a trivial task. Then again, they were one of his Reserve units, and not even adequately motorized. The First, Third, and Second Regiments had the bulk of the heavy equipment - his supplies of armor, of support weapons, of armored carriers and anti-aircraft weapons - which left his remaining forces with little more than machine guns and light mortars to their name, and few of the latter to boot. His other reserve units - the National Reclamation Brigade and Montealban International Volunteer Guard - were even worse. The former had been charged with seizing Çerap, where he was at least confident that they'd keep the local garrison occupied. The latter were his only unit remaining in Buzhan proper, aside from his heavy artillery.

It was vital for Përghitmonë and Tok to be seized. The Premana would be a formidable defensive barrier to mass strength behind, and he trusted First and Second Rifles to the task. Third Rifle, seizing Srpnica, would be more difficult. His heavy artillery would lend all three strength.

Sukhoi would also send out messages, quietly, to some of the foreign journalists. If any knew of, perhaps, access to foreign support, the T-TVO would surely consider such a boon. He was not above using the supplies of the Americans, nor of the Russians. All that mattered was conquest.