Okay, so here's the arpeg. What do you think? Battlefront 1861
Battlefront: The military sector in which actual combat takes place. The American Civil War began on April 12, 1861 when the Confederate assault on Fort Sumter brought tensions between the northern states of the USA and the southern states of the USA to a boil, finally kicking off the bloodiest conflict in United States history, and in only four years had claimed the lives of anywhere between 618,000 to 700,000 Americans. Now, it is your turn to enter the war. You must fight for the Confederates or the Union, and turn the tide of the War Between the States.
Name: First and last name, please. Middle name optional. Do not include rank. Age: 14-60. Neither army was very picky about who they allowed to enlist. They needed everyone they could get. Side: Confederate or Union. Home State: Not required. Connected to "side". Rank: Private, unless your class is Officer, in which case you start off as a Lieutenant. Health: 50/50 Class: Look below to see the classes. Skill: See "Classes" Perk: You can have one perk. Check below, in Perks. Weapon: See "Classes". Clothing: Confederate Uniform or Union Uniform, according to your side, Haversack(kind of like a backpack, it's what you carry your stuff in). Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week]. For the rest, see Classes. Allies/Troops: See Classes.
Classes(all the classes are the same for either side). Cavalryman: The horse-riding branch of the military. Used as reconnaissance, or to harrass the enemy slowly but surely, so that they will either slow down or stop. Starts out with a Trained Horse, a Pistol[2/2], and a Saber. Skill is "Horsemanship", the ability to train a horse for battle, and skillfully ride it. Officer: The high-ranking commanders of the battlefield. Used as an in-combat commander, the Officer not only commands troops, but can take out enemies of their own. Starts out with a Saber, a Pistol[2/2], and 10 Troops. Skill is "Command", to control troops on the same side as you to do what you tell them to. Infantryman: The on-foot backbone of the war. Used for nearly everything, from defense to offense to drawn-out battles. Starts out with a Musket[5/5], and a Bayonet. Skill is "Sharpshooter", the ability to reload your weapon faster and aim more accurately. Artilleryman: The "big guns" of the war. The artillerymen must work as a seamless team, because it takes five or so people to operate a cannon, but when it works, it can take out nearly anything. Used for offense or defense. Starts out with a Cannon, a Snake(sharp, swordlike tool that they use to load the cannon, but can also be used as a makeshift weapon), Flint and Tinder, 5 allies, and a Knife. Skill is "Heavy Artillery", which is the ability to load and fire cannons and mortars accurately and more quickly than untrained people trying to operate them. Other: You can create your own class, HOWEVER, it must be approved by me. Please attempt to make it historically accurate and do not make it overpowered.
Perks: A perk is a little something extra. You can gain perks throughout the game by doing amazing feats, but most of you are going to end up with only the perk you pick at the beginning, so choose wisely! Your perk(s) are what set you apart from other soldiers just like you. Sharp: Players with the "Sharp" perk are more skilled with a sword, and can wield it much more efficiently than soldiers without the perk. Resiliency: Players with the "Resiliency" perk are not only more resistant to disease, but if they do get it, it does less damage and goes away quicker. Plus, they can go longer without food, water, and sleep without feeling the effects. Squeaky Clean: Players with the "Squeaky Clean" perk automatically take much better care of all their weapons, meaning they're less likely to malfunction(and blow up in your face). Locked and Loaded: Players with the "Locked and Loaded" perk are better with small arms like pistols, meaning they're more accurate with a pistol and fire faster. Other: As with classes, you can make your own perk, but also as with classes, it must be accurate, not overpowered, and must be approved by me.
Also: I know that in the Civil War, disease actually killed many more people than bullets. However, just to make this interesting, you can and must find some way to make sure that your character doesn't get sick(they will, just not with a fatal disease, as long as you take precautions. If you have Resiliency, chances are you won't even get a minor disease). So, read up, and find out how you can save your character's life with some common sense!
Moderators: This game will start out with one moderator, Piester22, who helped me create this RPG by supplying accurate historical information. He can play the game, but can also respond to other players' scenarios(of course, Pie, you should be fair or you won't be a mod for long) and will also be giving you a dossier before each battle. As the game goes on, I may or may not add more moderators.
Any questions, comments, suggestions, or anything, feel free to post!
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 11/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Musket[3/5], A Saber Clothing: Union Uniform, Haversack Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week],A Revolver[6/6], Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 9
Journal of Capt. James Brown of the Union Army Battle of Bull Run Feeling sorry for the soldiers and knowing that they would work better if they weren't injured, I had Cpl. Lansing pass out gloves and bandages to all of the soldiers. I helped wrap the bandages onto their hands. After a few minutes, the hands of every soldier who was digging the trench were tightly bound with clean white linen, and the ones on duty were wearing gloves as well. "Thank you, sir," PFC Smith told me, then several others followed, shaking my hand or saluting. They all seemed very grateful to me. Even such a small gesture from me seemed to have helped them a lot, and I was proud for what I'd done. I was truly an officer of the Union Army. *end of page* What will you do?
Name:Phillip Vasquez Age: 14 Side:Confederate Home State: Florida Rank: Private Health: 45/50 Class: cavalryman Skill: horsemanship Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Pistol(4/6) Clothing: Confederate Uniform Haversack: *contains the equipment in the "other" category. Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week], Saber, Trained horse Allies/Troops: None
Journal of Pvt. Phillip Vasquez of the Confederate Army April 12, 1861 I stood straight and tall and saluted the flag as it waved proudly in the air, then jumped on my horse, who had been dutifully waiting for me outside the medic's tent. With some difficulty, I navigated my horse down the steep incline so that we didn't cause a landslide or fall and tumble down to the bottom. After a few minutes of this, we reached solid ground at the bottom. The Confederate sentries posted at Fort Sumter glanced at me, but left me alone. *end of page* What will you do?
Journal of Pvt. Phillip Vasquez of the Confederate Army July 20th, 1861 Wincing, I attempted to tear a strip of cloth away from my uniform. It was difficult(the cloth was tougher than I thought), but I managed to tear some away from the hole left by the snake. Then, I wrapped it around my shoulder as tightly as I could. It was difficult, my wound being just below the shoulder, but finally I managed to wrap the cloth around the armpit and shoulder, then tied it tightly. Flexing my arm painfully, I picked up the bloodied snake and put it in my haversack with my other equipment. Then, I followed the sound of gunshots and cannonfire back to the battle. When my eyes started to sting, I knew I was getting close. I saw two things through the smoky haze; a soldier being kicked to the ground by another soldier, who was aiming a bayonet at him. I couldn't tell which soldier was friendly and which was an enemy. The other thing I saw was a line of infantrymen taking aim and firing with their muskets at a target I couldn't see. From here, it just looked like a dark shape in the smoke. I only had time to deal with one threat. *end of page* What will you do?
Name:Phillip Vasquez Age: 14 Side:Confederate Home State: Florida Rank: Private Health: 45/50 Class: cavalryman Skill: horsemanship Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Pistol(4/6) Clothing: Confederate Uniform Haversack: *contains the equipment in the "other" category. Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week], Saber, Trained horse Allies/Troops: None
Journal of Pvt. Phillip Vasquez of the Confederate Army April 13, 1861 I strode into the fort with purpose, and looked for what to do next. Unfortunately, I had come to the wrong place. Fort Sumter was still being repaired after its recent attack, and all the COs were still up on the top of the ridge. All I saw were privates, PFCs, and the occasional corporal. *end of page* What will you do?
Name: Nickrov Krashklinkov Age: 16 Side: Union Home State: Maine Rank: Private Health: 2/50 Class: Sharpshooter Skill: Sharpshooter: This guy is one of the best shooters around: More Accuracy Perk: Sights: This lucky soldier actually recieves the few sights availible!: More Accuracy Weapon: Clothing: Union Uniform Other Equipment: Allies/Troops: N/A
Journal of Pvt. Nickrov Krashklinkov of the Union Army April 14, 1861 I awoke suddenly, but it wasn't a shock or anything. Just like waking up after a long, long sleep. I shuddered in the dark, blind. There were no lights on wherever I was at. I reached for my musket, only to find that I was unarmed. I didn't even have my haversack with rations and canteen. I suddenly felt helpless, and that was before the Rebel walked in. He brought with him a lantern, so that the room was illuminated. It was small and dingy, painted a yellowish off-white that was peeling off the walls. My hands were bound securely to the chair that I was sitting on. He walked up to me. "Hellooow there, Privaate," the Rebel officer drawled with a thick Southern accent. "You and yo'r Yankee comraaades 'aave been causiing us some trouble." "What do you want?" I asked. "We need a spy, Yaaankeee. That ain't too much trouuble for you is iiiit? I'm suuure if you caaan heeelp us, we caaan help you." *end of page* What will you do?
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 11/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Musket[3/5], A Saber Clothing: Union Uniform, Haversack Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week],A Revolver[6/6], Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 9
hmmm...what to do...I go to my tent and watch some Man vs Wild! lolz ummm..I looks for ammo for my musket.
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 11/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Musket[3/5], A Saber Clothing: Union Uniform, Haversack Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week],A Revolver[6/6], Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 9
Journal of Cpt. James Brown of the Union Army Battle of Bull Run I walked into my tent with the intention of watching some Man vs. Wild when I realized that TV hadn't been invented yet, so I left my tent and started looking for more ammo for my musket. "Sir, you might want to check the armory?" an aging sergeant suggested. I nodded, and headed to the armory. "What do you want, sir?" the corporal asked me. "Just ammo for my musket," I replied, and he handed me a handful of minie balls. "Give 'em hell, sir." *end of page* What will you do?
Name:Phillip Vasquez Age: 14 Side:Confederate Home State: Florida Rank: Private Health: 45/50 Class: cavalryman Skill: horsemanship Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Pistol(4/6) Clothing: Confederate Uniform Haversack: *contains the equipment in the "other" category. Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week], Saber, Trained horse Allies/Troops: None
Journal of Pvt. Phillip Vasquez of the Confederate Army April 12, 1861 I sat astride my horse again, then rode back up the ridge once more. I galloped up to a captain. "Sir," I said, "got any special missions for a cavalryman?" "No, private," the captain told me, "the cavalry are going to be important later in the war." "Well, what can I do then?" I sighed. "You're faster on your horse than most others...I want you to search the area for any Yankees or Confederates that have left the area of the battle...kill any Yankees and take any Confederates you find back here." *end of page* What will you do?
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 11/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Musket[5/5], A Saber Clothing: Union Uniform, Haversack Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week],A Revolver[6/6], Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 9
okay...I really have NOTHING TO DO lol...I..practice with my saber.
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 11/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Musket[5/5], A Saber Clothing: Union Uniform, Haversack Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week],A Revolver[6/6], 5 Minie Balls, Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 9
Journal of Cpt. James Brown of the Union Army Battle of Bull Run I practiced a bit with my saber to keep in shape, but had only been training for a few minutes before I was interrupted by Corporal Lansing, from the trenches. "Sir!" he greeted me, saluting. "What is it, Corporal?" I asked. "There's a problem, sir. Some of the new recruits are fighting." "What about?" "Honestly, sir?" Corporal Lansing replied, "I have no idea. But it's your job to work with the soldiers, innit?" "Yeah," I told him. Then I went to the tent where he said the fight was. Sure enough, one private was in a fistfight with another. I broke them apart easily enough, then kept them apart, which wasn't so easy. "What's going on?" I asked, more bored than surprised. "He shot me!" yelled one of the privates in my face. I pushed him away and wiped spit off my face. "My gun went off by ACCIDENT!" roared the other soldier, a red-faced private. I saw then that the first private was bleeding heavily from the foot. "What do you say then, Captain?" one of the soldiers asked me, who had been standing by. *end of page* What will you do?
