RISK: Deloousional Edition

[Parzival]

Velimir Yuriev takes a look at the letter placed in front of him. From the Mad Baron's ever expanding reconstruction of the Mongol Horde down south. He's heard tell of the Baron's exploits across Central Asia, and couldn't help but acknowledge to his own chagrin that his own exploits allowed for Ungern-Sternberg to take the position he now had, and while he believed a good degree of the land the baron had taken in recent months was Moscow's rightful clay, he was in no position to take on the Mad Baron of the Steppe, as well as the surviving Red Army and those brother Slavs refusing unification out west.

Yuriev had been kept far too busy over the past year, and though he was only gaining momentum, he would happily take any aid from authentically sympathetic hands to stave off Western vultures itching to pick at Russia in turmoil, and thus he wrote as such to the 2nd Mongol Empire.

"Anything else I've missed?" he asks. "Yugoslavia, sir"

"Damn, right. Send a letter in advance apologizing for the lack of communication in recent weeks, and then send an envoy to meet and discuss matters on my behalf. Dyatlov, that's you. You ride with Perun and Veles Battalions until their advance is halted."

And with that, The Hyperborean Empire begins it preparations to advance into Belarus and Ukraine. (+3 bonus)

[Parzival]

But just who is Velimir Yuriev?

The Year Was 1943

Yuriev was the son of Kulaks who fled the Red Terror in the Fatherland for respite in America. He came of age shortly after the advent of the 2nd Great War, and joined the United States Navy for the earnings and access to 3 square meals a day guaranteed by Uncle Sam. He joined the Navy particularly because he didn't care for what the Germans and Italians were up to, in many ways he agreed with at least the polarity of their views, and he wished his parents had fled to one of those two nations instead so he could take to the front lines to skewer the Red bastards face to face. Instead, he'd figured working on ships in Philadelphia was a good, and slightly less deadly change of scenery.

And then ONR came to Philadelphia Naval Shipyard to run tests on what they asserted was simple, if state-of-the-art, radar jamming equipment.

The Philadelphia Disaster

It was anything but simple radar jamming equipment that the Office of Naval Research placed aboard the USS Eldridge, along with Seaman Yuriev and company. They were told to monitor for results. Yuriev was the only one from whom this drew suspicion, men aren't radar detectors, after all.

As soon as the experiments began, all hell broke loose.

Through all the screaming, the melting and the melding, beyond the haze of the eerie green fog that grew around the ship, Yuriev saw time.

He saw the Mad Baron von Ungern-Sternberg galavanting across Central Asia with his resurgent Mongol Horde in the aftermath of the Civil War, he witnessed as Byzantine rebels waged war against their North African and Middle Eastern oppressors in the decades following Constantinople's fall, he could even gaze into the future as he witnessed mercenaries with technology he could only dream of form their own states in the name of all soldiers used and abused by their ungrateful nations, he could see even into the next century as the Yugoslavs begin expanding as a means of avoiding a self implosion that nearly occurred in the 1990s. He could see all that and so much more. It nearly drove him mad.

With the last of his wits, he threw himself overboard. Instead of falling into the waters off Philly, he floated gently down onto the streets of Moscow in 1914. He'd only ever seen this scenery in his mind's eye, and dazed and confused from his harrowing experience, he wondered aloud just where- no, when, he was.

A mysterious voice answered for him and him alone to hear, laughing in his mind and the while, "Present Day! Present Time!"

He blinked. And then he looked around him, it reminded him of his mother and father, of a home he'd never known. He put two and two together. Could he ever get back? Was he doomed to- No, he had, if anything, been granted an incredible opportunity. This version of himself may never see his loving parents again, but he would dedicate himself to sparing them from the misery they faced in this time before him.

And then, he put 4 and 4 together.

That experiment, those visions of time, twisting and melding together. He hadn't seen the past nor the future. The Americans had done something they could not undo. From Egypt in the 1400s(?) to 21st century Yugoslavia, those temporal delineations meant nothing. It was all the present day, present time.

This would be harder than he thought, but, for the first time in his life, he was more than happy to accept a challenge.

He'd always hated those Bolshevik lovers in Washington, and though it slowly became taboo after America entered the war, he held an admiration for the Austrian and Italian. The only two men who'd taken on Bolshevism in their homelands and won. And he would borrow from them in the strange time he had, and prepare.

[capstasher]

(I'm tired and I need to get SOME sleep before work but May reminded me to roll before I fell asleep. Apologies for no rp, will do so tomorrow.)

Expansion in North Africa until completely conquered then Israel if somehow there are any spills. Bonuses: +5

[Maypews]

From Egypt in the 1400s(?) to 21st century Yugoslavia, those temporal delineations meant nothing. It was all the present day, present time.

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Turn #9

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As a side note, I don't think I mentioned anywhere in the rules that non-aggression pacts can be broken, but you have to announce that you're breaking it and only next turn will it go into effect. The same goes for alliances, takes a turn for them to break. If you form a NAP or alliance, traditionally this was also denoted in your country's name just like with bonuses. Since I did not mention this until now, @dokyun can still back out of his deal with me if he wants to, but if those terms sound agreeable to you then it will continue as planned.

[alix]

S.F.R. of Yugoslavia - Turn 9 (+16)

@Parzival We just have one simple question for the eastern Hyperboreans, and that is which plans do they have for Ukraine and Poland. Aside from that, we'll just continue our usual peacekeeping missions, this time in Hungary, Slovakia, and maybe Austria.


EDIT: Tito smiles from above! Move all of our remaining troops further down Italy!

[Parzival]

@alix The Hyperborean Envoy to Yugoslavia makes clear the Empire's intentions to welcome Ukraine and Poland into its fold, and indeed, expresses Supreme Leader Yuriev's plans to truly claim the title of The Land of The North by taking all of Northern Europe, extending eventually beyond the English Channel.

Meanwhile, Hyperborean forces focus on taking Belarus, with any spills going toward extending further into Ukraine. (+3)

[Maypews]

Second Mongol Empire (+15)- Turn 9
Finish Caucasus, spills to Mesopotamia. The Baron waits eagerly for @capstasher's response to Mongolia's proposal(s).

[dokyun]

Outer Heaven | Turn #9 | Bonus +1 | NAP: 2nd Mongol Empire

(Not gonna RP this turn, but you know the drill.)

[capstasher]

However one of those pesky things called an "exception" has begun to bubble up to the surface. Rumours of Ryder and the Neo-Byzantine movement in Egypt have become an absolute fascination of von Ungern's, as he so tends to romanticise foreign cultures. The story of a man speaking a language nobody has ever heard of landing in Egypt and helping to conquer North Africa has begun to spread outwards, and it immediately captured many of the Mongol HRs imaginations. The Mongols are clearly interested in pursuing close relations with the Egyptians, having sent an ambassador as well as a flurry of gifts to Ryder. They have furthermore sent an invitation to Ryder to visit Ulanbataar and receive a tour. @capstasher

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"Lawrence, Lawrence, how do I look? Does this fit me well? I like to think it emphasises my 'natural beauty'."
"Ich wolde be war in thy stede, Riderow. No heved of state sendeth swich yiftes withoute abidyng aught in yeld."
"You mean he wants something back? Huh... wonder what I could give him in exchange."
"This man, von Ungern, is a perilous man. They ne clepen him the mad Baron for naught. He is knowne to be swythe swyft to chaungen of mood, and they mowe been ful gret. Nat ful longe agon he felte him beset by a friende and al utterly he shaf hem from the map. Whatsoever thou chese to yiven him in yeldinge, it were bettre it be wel thought."
"Oh I know. I've been working on some moonshine for myself and made quite a large batch. I reckon the Baron would like a taste of this. Uhhh... what else do I have here? Oh I know. Why don't we get him some small souvenirs from 'round 'ere? He sent our way a whole ton of carpets and the sort, don't the people 'round this Cairo make some of them fancy textiles of sorts? I'll fetch some from the store. Oh and get him one of them old stones with some of them sand runes. He might like 'em."
"What is this Mooneschene thou spekest of?"
"You never had any? C'mere, have a sip of this. Ya better hold on tight cuz it might blow your socks off."
Upon taking a swig of the clear liquid, a swig too big as he was clearly unprepared for what was to come, myriad emotions could be read on Lawrence's face within a mere second. Confidence, satisfaction, disappointment, shock, anger, fear, a hint of a memory of another such encounter long ago briefly surfaced on his face, when he tasted the strong wine of a monk in Lindisfarne, but this was way beyond that, and the memory was swiftly buried under a need to puke whatever it was he just drank, even that got swept away as his gag reflex kicked in, making him cough out whatever was left of the moonshine in his mouth. It flew everywhere, and from everywhere. Some went up his nose and it burned worse than it did down his throat. He cought some more, and slammed the glass down on the nearest table. A few deep breaths were needed for Lawrence to even begin regaining his composure. Ryder was laughing at the whole affair heartily.
"I toldcha to hold on tight! You had a big sip there, I didn't take you for the brave sort, Lawrence. Uncle Sam'll make a soldier out of ya yet!"
"That which thou hast maked is undrinkable. I have y-tasted pure alcohol more likinge. Thou ne mayst not ween it were a good idea to yeven this to the Baron."
"Well if your stories are correct, the Barron is a big boy. He'll be able to stomach it."
"We shul se this in persoun, thanne. The Baroun axed after thee in his court. I have yspoken to Comaundour Theodore and he hath ygraunted to sende thee on a dyplomatik message to the Secounde Mongolien Empire as sone as thou hast yconquered North Affrike. I shal acompaign thee for translacioun."
"It just never ends, does it? I ain't seeing America anytime soon..."

(Conquering North Africa, with spills into Andalusia and Israel. Bonus: +8)

[Maypews]

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Turn 10.

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