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Cry Havoc, and Let Loose the Dogs of War [WW4 Start Event]
Wed Jan 30, 2019 1:33 pm
Vastime to the external world was quiet today.
A number of days beforehand Vastime has entered into an intensive isolation one could say, save for the occasional export merchant ship they where totally quiet for the most part. To the outside world business kept moving as usual nothing quite astray. Even those who may be weary of Vastime couldn’t for the life of them penetrate the radio silence, whatever was done extensive methods where taken to make sure nothing would escape their wordless state. But within the realm of Vastime, and across the seas, was a thrumming of activity like that of a hornets nest disturbed.
Military bases where abuzz as men and women alike seemed to be moving crates, doing inspections and preparing for some type of mass deployment. Red face sergeants yelling for their troops to move about, a well order regiment of vastimian troops beginning to board their vehicles to destinations unknown. Massive artillery guns who barrels seemed to dwarf skyscrapers poked into the sky, engineers and artillerymen working in them simultaneously to a tune the guns to targets thousand of miles away. More importantly was the fact they where where attuned, and now they seemed to be waiting for their marks- waiting for some type of order to be given.
Across the seas, the ocean was dominated by the Vastimian navy. In their three years of naval dominance not a single nation had challenged them in their patrol routes. Over the years those patrol routes became more and more close to nations, ally or enemy. In the Mediterranean there was even an exercise performed months ago which caught the eye of the queen, but nothing came if it. But now those ships where formed once again, their staggered stance more alert than ever. The small collection of ships once seem where now different, a strange energy radiating off of them with a blue hue.
Across the globe in the Americas ocean near the Caribbean was indeed another fleet, their patrols topped forming a blockade. By the time their normal patrols where noticed to have stopped they would be a thick line of ships circulating the eastern and western coast of the united states. In hindsight one might ask why this wasn't intially notice it and it was simple: Vastime for three years straight had lulled their enemy into a sense of complacey with their presence from Mana's interactions with the Abalia, to the comfortability they had with Vastimian ships protecting the seas from piracy. Now, with their hostile intent bared to the world SF would find their coasts across the globe cut off from supplies. And with the watchful eye of the Vastimian Navy, it would be hard mobilize a counteroffensive to match their power as it stood. They would need to make an attack against some of the combined might of Vastime's Navy, and that was a daunting prospect to begin with.
In one moment, one quick fleeting moment, the silence which had overtaken Vastime was broken in the rolling sound of artillery fire. The cacophonous boom which cracked across the continent of Africa was a series of empowered artillery strikes with the power to sore from continent to continent, targeting every major port in Europe owned by SF or America. The rolling thunder which was Vastime seemed to be heard around the world as one unilateral message was sent to every commander within SF controlled territory:
Lay down their arms and surrender, or face the combined might of The Iron Banner.
And with that, Vastime had officially declared their war against Shadowfall. The full military might of Vastime had mustered and as the world gaze upon it, they would see legions of men and women preparing to invade the lands of SF. Their navy dominated the seas, and now boots would soon dominate their lands as well.
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