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!
Desert. Desserts are delicioius. Deserts are sandy in one definition and traitorous in the other. Dessert = Good Desert = Bad All you need to remember xP
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
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 Cpt. James Brown of the Union Army "Get to the medic's tent. Both of you," I ordered, pointing my finger at Lcpl. Miller and Pvt. Andrews. "But sir-" Pvt. Andrews started to protest. "Not...a...word," I cut him off. "You're going to the medical tent, you're going to get patched up. Then you're going to march with the rest of us." "But-" Lcpl. Miller started. "No buts!" I yelled at him. "GO! Count yourselves lucky you're not in court right now!" Pvt. Andrews and Lcpl. Miller limped heavily to the medical tent, and the troop continued to march. *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
HAH! who do they think they are! Hopefully i won't be Demoted! lol
Well, march on then!wait...how do they go to the medical tent if we are marching?
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
Time lapse. Set up tent - they get taken care of - set down tent - marching continues.
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 Cpt. James Brown of the Union Army We marched for about one or two more hours, finally reaching Washington DC after marching in the boiling heat of the afternoon. We were greeted by the Union standing guard outside Washington. "Hello, Captain," the Union captain of the guard nodded as I led my troop in. "Sir," I saluted, standing straight. He saluted in return. "As you were, captain," the captain of the guard responded, and I reverted to my original position. "We've been expecting you, sir," the staff sergeant standing next to the captain stated. "President Lincoln requests the presence of General McDowell and all the other officers present at Bull Run, and-" "General McDowell's dead," I interrupted. The captain's eyebrows shot up. "Well, that's unexpected," he muttered. "But tell it to Lincoln himself." "I don't respect Lincoln," I snorted. "He's an idiot." "He's better than Buchanan," Cpl. Lansing protested. "It's not difficult to be better than Buchanan," I laughed. "But all the politicians are the same; rubber-stamp anything the generals say, and what the generals say tend to get the lower-ranking soldiers killed." "Look, just go talk to Lincoln. And try to be respectful," the captain of the guard cut in. "He's in the White House...ask for the Oval Office." "Yes, sir." I saluted stiffly and continued on my way. *end of page*
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
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
You don't hate him...you just don't like him. Here, I'll have you like him then xP.
Journal of Cpt. James Brown of the Union Army I walked up to the White House. Seeing my torn faded blue uniform, and the serious look in my eyes, the guards at the door didn't even ask, they just let me in. "Oval Office?" I asked. "Third hallway down, first door on the right," instructed one of the guards with a thick New Jersey accent. I nodded and followed his directions. When I reached the Oval Office, I saw a homely, but tall and intimidating man. He wore a black stovepipe hat and black suit. "Hello, sir," I greeted him. "Hello, Captain," Lincoln greeted me in return. "Where are the other officers?" I gestured to Lt. Cooper, and a few other officers and high-ranking people, including Dr. Grey. "Here they are, sir," I informed him, "McDowell was killed in the battle, but we managed to drive away the Rebs." "I see," Lincoln nodded. "Have a seat, gentlemen." We took a seat in the proffered chairs. I had to stifle the urge to fall asleep right there as I rested. "What is it you want from us, sir?" queried Dr. Grey. "I wanted to congratulate you," Lincoln explained. "I heard about your victory. It was an impressive display of strategy, and I believe that if you are better equipped, you can do even more." "Thank you, sir," I thanked him. "Regardless, you shall have better equipment, you have only to name it. I'm setting you under McDowell's replacer, whomever I may choose for the job. Until then, you can stay here in Washington to rest, train, or do whatever you want. I shall have one of my aides contact you when you're to be sent back out for duty." "Thank you, sir," Dr. Grey said, then he left, limping awkwardly. *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
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
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], $730 Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 1,489
Journal of Cpt. James Brown of the Union Army July 22, 1861 Exhausted, I turned to leave. "Captain?" Lincoln called from behind me. "You'll need your grant, won't you?" "Sir?" I asked, turning around to face the president again. "The grant we've given you...speak with the manager at the bank to get it. You can spend it on your weaponry and armor, anything you need, and spend as much as you wish here in Washington. But don't forget to share it with your troops as well. You've all earned it." "Thank you sir!" I smiled, then left with a small spring in my step. I exited the White House, saluting the guards at the door, then walked to the bank. Yawning, I walked up to the manager. "Hello, sir, what can I do for you today?" the manager asked, staring. I was pretty bedraggled, but then I didn't care. "I'm here for the open military grant from President Lincoln for Captain Brown?" I requested. "Ah, yes," the manager nodded. "That is for...seven hundred fifty dollars, cash." "Seven hundred fifty dollars?" I repeated, incredulously. "That's right, Captain," the manager handed me a wad of hundreds and a fifty. "Thank you, mister," I yawned, leaving. Then I walked to the nearest inn, literally sagging. "One room, one night," I told the host. "20 dollars," he replied. I handed him the money, and he handed me the key. I walked up to my room and practically jumped into bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. *end of page*
July 23, 1861 I woke the next afternoon, refreshed, and walked downstairs with a new spring in my step. Outside the hotel, I saw multitudes of shops, training fields, and academies. *end of page*
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], $730 Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 1,489
hmm there is less dollars then troops...it would be hard to share xD I wanna go train.