|A visual map of Europe in 1983: Doomsday and the 1983: Doomsday Stories AU.|
An Agent's First Encounter: A Doomsday-verse TaleAn Agent's First Encounter: Or, a 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Visiting Person's EyesAn Agent's First Encounter: A Doomsday-verse Tale by mdc01957
Linz, Austria, Alpine Confederation. 14 October 2009.
Jonatan Herz waited patiently, sitting outside a coffee house not far off from the Austrian capital’s Hauptplatz while wrapping his jacket close to himself. His eyes glanced casually about the various old buildings and stores around him, some of which he recognized if still patched with scaffolding. It was only in the last 15 years or so that any semblance of normalcy fully returned to this corner of the Alpine Confederation. In fact, the coffee house itself was part of some sort of attempt at reviving a Wiener custom. One that died with the city, he thought uncomfortably as he sipped his cup. Despite his training and distance from his lost home, the story behind it still seemed too familiar. As is this world. And yet…
“Ah, there you are!”
The young man watched as an Alpine Militia officer
The Adventures of the Magicians of Steel:A ProfileThe Amazing Adventures of the Magicians of Steel: Or, the Fate of the Fullmetal AlchemistThe Adventures of the Magicians of Steel:A Profile by mdc01957
The tale of the brothers Elric is as enigmatic and surprising as their rise and fall in he history of popular culture. It is a history filled with as many rumors as there are facts. Although their births and origins in Germany are accepted as common knowledge, including the death of their mother sometime in their childhood, some still claim that the records prior to the early 1920s were either fabricated or nonexistent. This could simply be the result of their habit of keeping mum about their private lives, though more fanciful conspiracists from thinking otherwise. That this other world would in part define the brothers’ subsequent work can only be described as a coincidence.
Their first appearance in the public eye, so to speak was in Munich, where the elder if somewhat short brother Edward studied under Dr. Karl Haushoffer. It’s also known that he lived with his father
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We'll Make It Out, Together Ch.11949, Soviet Russia
The wooden doors to the basement creaked open. A silhouette of a man trailed down the stairs. He grumbled about how "demeaning" and "embarrassing" this was.
He reached the ground with a loud huff. Finally taking in his surroundings, what he saw in front of him was an absolute amazement. A woman with long brown hair sat on the floor. The last time he had seen her, she had looked perfectly healthy. Now she looked frail and malnourished. She picked away at various items and put them back in their proper spots.
The man's red eyes filled with hope for the women to be who he suspected. "Lizzie?" His words were barely a whisper. Elizaveta – as she preferred to be called – looked up. Her greens met his reds with an equal amount of small hope.
"Gil." She breathed. For the first time in years she felt truly happy.
Gilbert gave a big grin. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He sat down beside her. He remembered where they were once more and lost his signature smil
Senarios for those who are InterestedI'll be busy the nest couple of weeks as my twenty third birthday is on October the 23rd and then my maternal grandmothers is the day right after, then there is my god-daughters birthday a week before hand and my sisters 20th the month after. So with all this on my plate my already slow art productivity will be completely halted for some time.HeliosMegistos
EDIT: TWO LAST MINUTE UPLOADS COMPLETED!!!
As a result some scenarios I was contemplating working on will be dropped, however it did occur to me that someone might want to know what they were so I'm listing the three down below. Anyone who wants to take these scenarios and make them their own can do so with my blessing seeing how I won't be touching them now.
Scenario Number I) No Black Death.
Exactly what the name says, the Black Death never comes into existence for whatever reason and butterflys take off from here. Historically the massive death toll from the plague was the final nail in the coffin for Feudalism "although it did hold on
Here's another map-profile, though this one is both a throwback to my much earlier maps as well as something different. This one in particular is based on the Parasol Protectorate books by Gail Carriger, aka the Soulless series. It's a sleeper-hit series of Steampunk books set in the Victorian period, albeit an alternate historical one where among other things vampires, werewolves and other supernatural stuff exist, as well as being more-or-less common knowledge. It's sort of like what would happen if Twilight were set 100+ years in the past and was done much better? With enough action, intrigue, politics and at times heated romance all given a very British slant. Pretty good stuff actually, but I digress. I also added a few bits of other fantasy and steampunk influences here and there, along with a little Indiana Jones for good measure.
In any case, hope you enjoy this one as much as I have in making it!
It is the Year of Our Lord 1894. Her Imperial Majesty, Queen Victoria has reigned over mighty Britannia and her Dominions for decades. Whether in the great factories, universities, dirigible ports or the halls of Government, there is no denying that these are fascinating times. For human and supernatural alike.
To this day, no one knows how the “unnaturals” or “supernaturals” – the majority of whom are know as vampires and werewolves – came to be in the processes of the natural order. It remains disputed when exactly these beings or their age-old rivalries first made their presence felt to mankind at large, with some scholars dating the earliest case to Ancient Egypt. What is certain, however is that their existence has been a mainstay in folklore of varying accuracy around the globe. To be sure, as these figures gradually became visible to the wider world, there were times of confrontation on both camps, borne for the most part from mistrust and superstition. But the days of zealous purges and brutish bloodbaths are long over for those who consider themselves members of civilized society.
Of the Great Powers of the world, the United Kingdom holds a special claim among others as the most tolerant of realms. Indeed, vampires and werewolves have become as accepted within the halls of Parliament as in the pubs of England’s towns for the most part, although the nobles of Faerie still hold their own council away from London despite their oaths of fealty. Every now and then, the age-old animosity between the local vampiric hives and werewolf packs – the latter peculiarly being led by clans based in Scotland – would resurface in more civilized forms, whether in verbal squabbles or proxy brawls between human followers voluntarily wishing to become either species. This has led to the present Bureau for Unnatural Registration – also known as the B.U.R. or simply the Bureau – whose task under Her Majesty’s mandate is to oversee and supervise supernatural affairs. This has not stopped rebellious malcontents however from causing most grievous harm in the Raj, some of whom are suspected as belonging to the vile Thuggee. Nor has less public misgivings against those from beyond the British Empire’s borders ceased. Nonetheless, this atmosphere of tolerance and equality under law has made the realm prestigious for human and supernatural alike, in addition to its industry and power.
On the European Continent meanwhile, one may find a fascinating if at times uncomfortable blend of different nations, be they Great Powers or those in their shadow. France, eternal rivals to Albion had long deposed their kings in favor of an absurd notion of a republic with Emperors; their “revolutionary” lands nonetheless are fertile ground for the arts and even sciences, although the French make galling claims of being more adept with their supernaturals than their neighbour across the Channel. The northern, unified kingdoms of Scandinavia meanwhile have made honourable strides in bridging the divide between human and supernatural, though rumours of old religions resurfacing and peculiar creatures dwelling in the outskirts of cities like Stockholm, if not along the coasts make one pause. Even smaller lands such as Switzerland and Monaco have shown tremendous clout borne from their banks and the prowess of their supernatural expertise. Others Powers are less forgiving. The Germans remain torn between a Prussian north, where werewolves have over time come to influence so-called Junker cast, and a Bavarian south, in constant strife between vampiric nobles and various rival organizations. Those supernaturals who have tried seeking shelter in the neighboring and more tolerant Hapsburg Dual Monarchy have claimed that the heirs of Vlad Tepes still haunt the Hungarian plains, attracting the growing attention of the ever persistent separatist lodges. While stories persist from Tsarist Russia of mysterious disappearances, secretive orders and hidden wars, matters that neither the Romanovs nor their newly formed Duma in St. Petersburg seem willing to disprove; but as the Russians seem more interested in the Orient with the Trans-Siberian Dirigible Line and their border squabbles with exotic China, they are of relatively little consequence in Continental affairs.
But the most peculiar of all, and the most worrisome to Her Majesty’s citizens on the Continent is the Vatican Papal State. Unified in the 1860s, the Kingdom of Italy is nominally ruled by the House of Savoy and comprised of those smaller realms and city-states Italians had called home for centuries. In reality, the Papacy in Rome still wields considerable power over the realm, rivaling the clout it once had when the Papal State was sovereign. It is also among the most virulently opposed to the very existence of supernaturals in our midst, many in the Roman Church believing such beings either abominable tools of Satan or corruptions of the Divine Plan. Their influence, as a matter of fact stretches across the civilized world and beyond. And of the number of known organizations the Vatican maintains or funds, the long-reconstituted Knights Templar are believed to be among the most zealous and insidious of them all, at times coming to grips with Britain’s finest representatives, be they supernatural or Bureau-aligned.
Across the Atlantic Ocean meanwhile is a similarly troubled lot. The United States of America, former colonials once loyal to the Crown, have long showed their true colors. While the so-called Americans take pride in their democracy, industry and image as a nation of pioneer-migrants, their distaste for supernaturals is nigh unrivaled in the New World; many speculate that this may have descended from peculiar zealots among the first colonists, further egged on by local superstitions and ungentlemanly malice. Her Majesty’s loyal subjects in the Dominion of Canada have held their ground admirably, welcoming those who seek sanctuary in the Empire’s borders. They have also found a trustworthy ally with the Free Empire of Mexico, forged from the old colony of New Spain by royal and reformist exiles fleeing their homeland. Together, these two domains have become valuable to maintaining an ordered balance to that portion of the globe, a feat that the Russians settlers in Aleyska are only lately been seeking to take advantage of.
It needn’t be said by this point that these times are not always peaceful. Be they secular clubs or religious orders, “purist” factions still abound in their quest to clean mankind of the supposed supernatural fiends, a sentiment shared by similar cliques on the opposing side. But their powers are limited, their reach varying most significantly from nation to nation. By and large, such affairs pale to the wider scope of diplomacy on the world stage. The game of kings, ministers and presidents continues apace as feats of scientific and supernatural prowess like dirigibles, railroads and ether-phones bring the peoples of this globe together in profound ways. And as many an honourable lady or gentleman in London would say, it may not be a perfect peace but these are glorious days.
There is but one more mystery, however. That of the so-called preternaturals: otherwise human persons born without a “soul.” For reasons that continue to baffle, they excel in the intellect and can neutralize the peculiar traits of supernaturals by touch, therefore allowing a vampire for example to experience direct sunlight. Their talents are known to Her Majesty and her finest officials in the Bureau, as they are to various players with their own interests, be they scientists or purists. But some speculate something deeper behind their presence, of some more fundamental link to the supernaturals. Such individuals point to the ruins being uncovered in Egypt for possible answers to this riddle. But there are whispers spreading between the Ottoman and British delegates in Cairo. Tales of strange events in the desert, and of a lost citadel. Perhaps the soulless would know.
Also, just as a disclaimer, I do not own The Parasol Protectorate/Soulless, all rights belong to their respective owners.