Eternal Mortality: The Tutinian Civil War Part One
The the tut civil war is about get a bit more nasty.
"Don't be so foolish mortal. Do you really think the gods ever cared for Osa? True they were once mortal, but power corrupts no? They have no love for anyone down here. After all, up until now they abandoned this world. If they can't destroy Osa, they must removed it from their sight. We're all just toys to them. Puppets in their play and pawns in their games."
"Why do you haunt me spirit? Why me?"
"Idiot! I've protected you all your life! I'm the very force that drives you! And you ignore my teachings time and time again! Your insolence is not becoming of you."
Said the spirit to the heartless...
To the south of Valtovka are wide plains and dense forests, these are the Tut Wilds. While most of it is quite rural, there are a few very large cities. However, the entire wilds have been bathed in blood for the last sixteen years. The Tut civil war started out innocent enough, a simple disagreement on how the eastern lands were to be governed. Most of the eastern lands had willingly joined the Tut Federation, but a few were simply brought in by conquest, these are referred to as "Valtuts" because they bare traits of both Valtovkan, and Tutinian. They, along with the Governor of the eastern federation declared independence from their mother nation. The official reason? The president, Frank Ramon, openly stated that the eastern lands deserved less representation because they provide less for the federation.
Almost every military unit in the eastern lands defected to the rebel cause. And nearly every piece of military hardware was handed over to the Governor, or rather the Emperor.
Tomas Hastati, a tall built panther with bright green eyes and fur black as night, the man who would be Emperor. In truth the Tut Federation used to be the Tut Empire, but this was many years ago, about a thousand or two rather. The early Tuts were cruel oppressors of anyone who they considered to be of lesser birth. While they never held the center of the world, Valtovkans were a prime target for slave hunters. And Esters were forced to build monuments to the great empire in their own burning desert, some of which still stand today. Tomas and his supporters started out with some noble intentions but as the fighting dragged on; their cause was all but forgotten. The Emperor is still in charge, but does anyone follow his orders? The people still support the war, but what do they fight for? Regardless of any answer, both sides have failed almost entirely to gain any ground. But they have succeeded in devastating the countryside, and caring out what some call, "self genocide".
On the outskirts of a ruined city...
"Soldiers! I present to you Field Marshall Talko!"
"Lordship!"
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Field Marshall Marcus Talko, a Tutinian defector, and childhood friend of Ian Fastolf. He has been sent to oversee Valtovkas entrance into the Tut civil war, and at the very least secure the city of Riva. He is young, inexperienced, arrogant, and cares nothing for his own people. Perhaps the perfect man to send to break a stalemate. The Tut federal government actually considers him a war criminal, but they dare not turn down Valtovkas help, this could be the only hope they have for peace, even if it means dealing with old enemies.
Valtovkan soldiers are not exactly intimidating. While being fairly tall, they are still the feeblest looking of all the races. Skinny, pale fur colors, and almost never gifted with physical prowess, they're not a sight to behold. Their strength is in their heart and soul, while they can't work as hard, they can work longer, faster, and smarter. No surprise they were valued as slaves. But this comes at a cost, pushing one's body and mind can have serious consequences. Their most infamous tactic is fear, or the defiance of it. Crucifying enemies is one. Another, a more carless strategy is the famed "Six Saber Charge". A Field Marshall, and five officers stand atop some object or objects and draw their sabers in the direction of the enemy, and convey no emotion, soldiers fix bayonets, and blindly charge into open fire spraying bullets as they go, it's tradition not to speak a single word why preparing for or carrying out the charge. This is often called the "Death March". In urban combat, they have been known to burst into fits of laughter, while it does give their position away, when fighting less motivated enemies it often causes them to rout for fear of capture and torture by these madmen. They are often armed with a simple automatic rifle, and maybe some combat armor. Their trade mark is a long coat, normally just to keep the rain and weather off; it's often used as blanket or even a desperate attempt at a tent.
Marcus himself is a rather short brown fox; he speaks with a heavy Tutinian accent, and often refers to his soldiers as "lousy bastards". He is known for being completely terrified of Gray Watch soldiers, and flat out refuses to acknowledge their even there. His only desire is to prove his worth, and to be crowned a prince.
"Commander Walter sir."
"Yes?"
"The Valtovkans have taken Riva..."
"And the survivors?"
"Um, there are none sir."
"Ah yes, if there are no women and children to grieve for the dead, they usually just butcher everyone. Should have known they would never pass at a chance to pounce on our bleeding corpse."
"The Emperor wants us to repel the invaders sir."
"The Emperor? *scoff* Well then, let's throw more meat into the grinder then? No. We will wait; I have little enough men as it is."
"As you will sire."
Commander Walter Quintus, an old lion and veteran of many a war. He is never in a hurry to get into a fight, and would much rather not get into one in the first place. He is however, and excellent general and has proven his worth to the rebel cause over and over again, so much in fact that Tomas himself has began to suspect him of treachery. This is not helped by Walters constant disobeying of orders.
Tutinian soldiers are indeed a sight to behold, dressed in full combat armor, excellent weapons, trained in battlefield medicine and tactics. Tuts fight from range, and unlike their northern counterparts, absolutely hate getting in close. They have a victory or death policy, and it is very unlikely that they will rout, under any condition. The air force is the pride and joy of Tutinia and with their bombers, fighters and helicopters; they will make quite the problem for Marcus and his boys. Their tactics are entirely conventional warfare, and it would be very disrupting if someone were to use unconventional tactics against them.
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"Lordship?"
"Yes captain?"
"We've found a few vagrants in the city, shall we execute them?"
"Vagabonds eh? No. Strip them, raise them, burn them. Set them up on the outskirts of this filthy city, any tut who comes near here will have cause to think twice."
"But lordship, they're not even proper citizens..."
"Would you care to join them on the cross captain?"
"No lordship."
"You have your orders then."
"Behold, those you have condemned seek to do the same to you. You will now be forced to pay for the sins of your fathers. Woe to thee, woe to thee indeed."