State of War - Faction War

An apprehensive silence.

It is an absence of threat, fear -- of fire and destruction. It is naught but quiet.

No longer does the horizon crack with the sound of cannon fire. Nor do the waves bear the cries of countless drowned: the collateral of war.

As the first rays of morning light crest the ocean, it is evident that the fires of the Faction War have diminished.

The Compagnie Royale now holds the majority of the Indian Ocean in its grasp; a retribution for the losses inflicted at the capture of the now-named Megafort Wolvenhol. Vast stretches of the East Indies and the Red Isle are unde...

Inevitably, war reached the Red Isle.

Both the Compagnie Royale and the Dutch Merchant Company saw themselves spread precariously thin in their respective fleet’s movements throughout this war.

Successfully goaded into a divided war of unparalleled weaponry, they dance at the behest of one man’s chaotic script: Lucian Harrow. An agent of chaos who has profited from both sides flailing to uphold a semblance of strategy throughout. And although the man is conspicuous in his absence, his weapons trade continues to serve its purpose on the battlefield: decimation and destruction.

Not least, wit...

“Galbi. (Friend.)”

Yanita’s tone is as welcoming as ever, “My birdies sing tales of your prowess and accomplishments.”

The bar around you is bustling with activity. The sound of spoken French and Dutch overpowers the other tongues commonly spoken within these four walls. It’s evident - The presence of the two factions has begun to increase in the Red Isle. And where there’s war, there’s a need for indulgence; especially in the rum and wine that populates the Red Isle’s trade routes. Neither the Compagnie nor DMC can resist these temptations. And though their presence is resented by the lo...

Perhaps this war would have ended sooner, but rumours of the DMC’s massacre have set old grudges ablaze once more. The Compagnie Royale and the Dutch Merchant Company continue to escalate their efforts on both sides, leaving the Indian Ocean painted crimson in the wake of war.

It is a war you have profited from - one that has continued to fill your ledgers, manufactories, and tankard alike. But it is a war, nonetheless, and with it, comes the weight of reality. Every decision you make can either damn or strengthen the reputation you have garnered, since first embarking from Sainte-Anne, with ...

Where one would have thought the conflict might have ceased with Fort Harimau and Grand-Fort, that has not been the case. For the spark has been nurtured, coerced into the full-fledged flames of war, with no mind nor care for the death that follows.

Over the past period of conflict, both factions have continued to decimate their opposition’s territories. In the East Indies, the Compagnie Royale has successfully pushed the DMC to further retreat from waters around Rangnok Cove and beyond. Whether it be through luck or careful strategy, they are now splintered into two regions, divided. It is a...

Tensions escalated to a crescendo following the Dutch Merchant Company’s capture of Megafort Wolvenhol, and subsequent smaller scale frays that followed. Both sides were swift to put their plans to action.

In the East Indies, the Compagnie Royale spared no time in laying siege to Fort Harimau, north of Telok Penjarah. Simultaneously, the DMC launched a very similar assault on GrandFort in Africa. Two conflicts. Two continents. Yet, mysteriously, executed within a matter of days of one another. Fate? Unlikely so.

After a considerably long escalation of terror, the Dutch Merchant Company have ...

Sun low in the sky, the holler of your crew at your back, the creaks and groans of Sainte-Anne's docks are a familiar and welcome sensation underfoot as you return – finally – to dry land.

It should be a relief. Should be.

However, it takes no keen sense of smell to pick up on the foul turn of the wind; nor taste to identify the bitter underlying dry that seeps into your mouth, permeating every breath. Where the salt and brine of the ocean breeze may once have been a welcoming sigh; it is a cruel layer of violence that now smothers. Suffocates. It scrapes in your throat, settles like an iron...

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