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: 50/50 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],, Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 1,489
Who said you were on a bed? xP I was picturing more like a...kind of rolly thingy? Like a low-tech stretcher.
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 50/50 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],, Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 1,489
A low-tech strecther i must just be THAT awesome lol..
uhh well...sleep then...make sure there are watches though.
Name: Samuel L. Jackson Age: 28 Side: Confederate Home State: Georgia Rank: Lieutenant. Health: 31/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Resiliency Weapon: Flintlock Musket, Saber Clothing: Confederate Uniform , Haversack. Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week]. Allies/Troops: 647 troops
Journal of Lt. Samuel L. Jackson of the Confederate Army July 21, 1861 "Sir?" one of the soldiers under my command started tentatively. "I'm afraid we don't have enough rations to last us the trip back to Richmond." "Well, what's the next closest town?" I snapped. "We'll just go there. "Manassas, sir," replied the soldier. "But uhmm...there's mixed feelings about us there." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, sir, what I mean is some of them hate us, some of them love us, and almost all of them would rather not have us there because they're scared of both us and the Feds." the soldier replied succinctly. *end of page* What will you do?
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 50/50 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],, Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 1,489
Journal of Capt. James Brown of the Union Army July 21, 1861 I bit my lip in thought, and looked from Pfc. Smith to Lt. Cooper, then again. "Fine," I sighed. "You need your rest to continue." Lt. Cooper opened his mouth to protest, but I silenced him. "Lieutenant, I've made my decision and I don't want to hear what you have to say about it." "Yes sir," Lt. Cooper replied stiffly, clenching his fists. I could tell he was angry at my decision to override his, but what did he expect? I did outrank him, after all. Pfc. Smith, on the other hand, grinned. "Thank you, sir!" he called, walking away to spread the news. "Wait!" I yelled, and he stopped in his tracks. "What is it, sir?" he asked. "Someone still needs to be on sentry duty. The lieutenant's argument still stands. There is a substantial chance that the Rebs will come after us. We can't have that happen. I'll be on duty since I've been asleep this whole time...any other volunteers?" "I'll go," muttered Pfc. Smith, as if he was mad at himself for it. "I'll go," Cpl. Lansing sighed. "Might as well stay awake just a little longer." Lt. Cooper scowled, then relented. "Fine. I'll do patrol...that way, when I turn out to be right and the Rebs attack us, at one of our guards will be awake." Again, I felt the urge to shut his mouth for him, but I controlled my anger with difficulty. "I'll be awake the whole time anyway," called Dr. Grey, heavily limping to me. He had a cane in one hand that compensated somewhat for his missing leg. He was covered in blood, and I winced at his approach. "Don't you have surgeries to perform or something?" I asked. "Yes, I do. But I'll still be awake. I guess I won't be an official sentry, but I'll still keep my eyes open," he promised me. "All right," I sighed. "Anyone else?" "I'll stay up," called a youthful private that I recognized as being one of the diggers from the trench. "Great," I said. "Keep your eyes open, everybody. Everyone else...go to sleep." There was a collective sigh around the camp and everyone rolled out their bedrolls and laid down, not even bothering to set up tents. Almost immediately, snoring commenced. "So sir," Cpl. Lansing asked, "how should we do this? Spread out, together, stay put, patrol, what?" *end of page* What will you do? Remember; there are 4 armed sentries(Lansing, Smith, Cooper, and you), and one person who will remain at camp, but will still be able to act as a lookout despite being unarmed(Grey).
Journal of Pvt. Phillip Vasquez of the Confederate Army I took one last look at my dead horse, and walked away quickly, my heart heavy. That horse had been pretty close to my best friend in the loneliness of training...but I guess I had to get used to death sooner rather than later. I started walking quickly, then jogging, then running to where the Yankee had said the bandits' camp was. Sure enough, his information was correct. I saw a literal pile of equipment in the center of a circle of tents. Over to the side of the camp were a group of horses. They didn't even need to be tethered. They were obviously well-trained. I started laughing and crying, this was everything I needed. Suddenly, I heard the thundering of running feet. I had arrived just moments before the bandits, but they would be here soon. *end of page* What will you do?
Name: Robert M. Morrison Age: 19 Side: Union. Home State Massachusetts Rank: Private Health: 50/50 Class: Artilleryman Skill:Heavy Artillery Perk:Squeaky Clean Clothing: Union Uniform, Haversack Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week] Snake and Cannon Allies/Troops: 5
I see. Did you want to scout for them yourself? Remember, only officers can order other troops around, you can only control yourself. Although, the other members of your artillery crew will probably go with you if you want them to.
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 50/50 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],, Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 1,489
Have 2 armed patrol while me and another armed stay put on either side. and Grey can move around and fill some gaps...
Journal of Pvt. Phillip Vasquez of the Confederate Army April 15, 1861 Knowing I had a limited time, I grabbed some of the things I knew I would need; a haversack, rations, a canteen, a bedroll, and a knife. Hearing that the tromping of boots was getting closer, I quickly snatched up the nearest weapon, a musket, and leapt on a horse. Luckily, it must have been a Confederate horse because it responded to my commands the same way mine had. I gave it a pat and it shot forward, almost throwing me off. I held onto the reins with a deathgrip and managed to keep my seat. Just as I was disappearing into the treeline, the frontrunner bandits appeared. "RAAAHHH!" they screamed at me, and started to give chase, but my new horse easily outran them. "Haha, suckers!" I turned to insult them. I continued to ride until I felt certain that I had lost them, then paused and took a deep breath. Suddenly, I felt a shock of pain lance from my wrist to my elbow, and fell off my horse. The grey horse stopped and waited for me as I cradled my arm. Apparently, when I had been thrown from my horse the first time I had broken or fractured my wrist, but the adrenaline pumping through me had prevented me from feeling the pain up till now... *end of page* What will you do?
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 50/50 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],, Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 1,489
Grey can't move around, he's sticking at the camp doing surgeries. All he can do is alert you guys if someone's slipped through your defense grid, and hope you're close enough to stop them.
Journal of Pvt. Phillip Vasquez of the Confederate Army April 15, 1861 Wincing, I used my good left hand to rip away a large strip of blood-soaked fabric from my uniform. I wrapped it tightly around my broken wrist, almost crying from the pain. I gritted my teeth and slung the strip of cloth around my shoulder as well, and now had a fairly functional splint for my wrist. Coughing, I stood again. It was now nightfall and after my long day, I was exhausted. I was beginning to set up camp when I froze in my tracks, the hair on the back of my neck standing up. Suddenly, I heard a rustling noise in the nearby bushes... *end of page* What will you do?
