December World - game thread

The candidates and parties of the election of 1894 in the CSA.



Stone Democrats:

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Henry Dickerson McDaniel

The Party of the Status Quo, the Stone Democrats maintain that the CSA is moving in the right direction. Nowhere is this most exemplified than in the person of Henry Dickerson McDaniel. A consummate confederate and War Hero, best known for taking command, as a Colonel, of the Battle of Knoxville Bridge after the death of all commanding officers, and turning a retreat from the city into a successful holding action and reconquest. After the Atlantic war, McDaniel entered politics, serving first as senator of Georgia, and then later as President Stone’s Secretary of State. Though in some circles, the legacy of stone has little cachet, in many others, combined with the prestige associated with a War Hero, it is believed that the Democrats hold a solid chance to retain control of the presidency. Rumors swirl, however, that McDaniel is resentful of the fact that the Alliance he personally brokered with Great Britain was dismissed, though publically, he has never made any comment towards the matter.


Modernists:

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Stand Watie Jr

Son of the famed War hero and Cherokee chief Stand Watie, and founder and owner of Austenaco, the largest steel-works and manufactory west of the Mississippi, Stand Watie Jr stands for an alliance of like minded industrialists who seek to move the CSA into a modern, industrial, state. The Modernists champion job growth through greater mechanization, and claim that only a modern, industrial state can compete globally. They point to the global shortage of industrial capital, and the high cost of mechanical and industrial products as a sign that the CSA needs to invest and capitalize. Many of the modernist leaders see themselves as modern enlightened rulers, spreading their wealth outwards and downwards, a stream of wealth from them, the sources, down through the masses, which will undoubtedly grow the economy. Of the mainstream parties, the Modernists may be the party most closely linked with abolitionism, though only in that they support efficiency in business: there is no point holding to an outdated and expensive practice simply because of Ideology, when automation would be cheaper and more effective.


Dominion Part:

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Billy Sunday

The Party of the Dominion of God, or the Ephesians, emerged recently as part of a schism within the faithist party, which remains closely tied to the Democrats. The Dominion party is the party of Billy Sunday, a former athlete, evangelical preacher, and Senator, and revolves heavily around a society pure of vice and sin. Though his advocacy for Prohibition is a tarnishing mark, Billy Sunday has nonetheless found dramatic support among poorer confederates for his strong belief in individualism, competitiveness, and personal discipline. Billy Sunday’s charisma and energy on stage has found him with unexpected support, even as he advocates for Child Labor Laws, Woman’s Suffrage, and against Capitalists who “who would not pick the pockets of one man with the fingers of their hand" but who would "without hesitation pick the pockets of eighty million people with fingers of their monopoly or commercial advantage.” Billy Sunday has, in the past, expressed Sympathy for the Black Man, with a famous sermon teaching that the worth of a man is found in how he treats his lessers, though he has never expressed any support for Abolitionism.


Hawks:

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William Wallace Wotherspoon

Admiral William Wallace Wotherspoon was a young Naval Officer during the Atlantic War, participating in the Siege of New York and the Relief of Savannah. He is a career officer, descendant of Career officers, and has risen through the ranks of the Admiralty quickly. William Wallace Wotherspoon believes strongly in the might of Confederate forces, and has advocated for a modernization campaign to bring the Confederate’s Naval Forces up to par with the Union’s, the REAL threat the CSA faces, in his eyes. Wotherspoon also advocates an imperialist global policy, imposing Dixie values, and hegemony, through gunboat diplomacy.


Mercantiles:
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John Sidney McCain

The Mercantiles are the other side of the coin to the Hawkes, and both are likely to form coalitions with the other, if one gains power. The Mercantiles are generally speaking the Agriculturalist counterpart to the Industrialist Modernists, though they are significantly more conservative. The Mercantiles seek to maintain and expand Confederate cultural might throughout the globe through export of unique confederate goods, art, and intellectual property. They plan to govern with the thought that it is only through this kind of global hegemony (such as that in textiles and fashion that the CSA already has) that wealth and security will come to Dixie. John Sidney McCain is a plantation owner in Mississippi, and a caney businessman, having opened rubber plantations in Africa and export houses throughout wartorn europe.


Faithist:

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James Petigru Boyce

The faithists are weaker than they were even two years ago, many members having been seduced away to the Dominionists. Nevertheless, the Faithists are an important presence in Dixie Politics, representing the interests of the various evangelical groups in the south. Despite policies of social conservatism, the Faithist Party advocates for social support programs via charity and opportunity, workhouses and a general policy of stewardship of the resources of the earth. Though aged, James Petigru Boyce has not lost the energy and charisma that made him a successful pastor for many years. His role in the Stone administration as Postmaster General was a small one, though it remains to be seen whether it will affect his chances.


Confederates:

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Daniel Lindsay Russell

The Populares believe that, to remain strong and important on the world stage, and to stave off social and political unrest, power needs to centralize under the federal government. The Confederates argue that the disunity of the Confederate government is dangerous, allowing foreign actors to interfere and actively work to harm the CSA from within. Daniel Lindsay Russel comes from an important North Carolina Planter Family, and was commissioned during the Atlantic War, before becoming active in politics.


Populares:

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William Aiken III

The Populares aim to abolish the office of the Presidency entirely, as well as the executive, claiming that it is a relic of the USA, and that the existence of a federal government is entirely anathema to the ideals around which the CSA was built. Their beliefs state that it is impossible for a centralized government to truly follow the will of the people, and that, instead, a central government will rule for it’s own sake. Their candidate, William Aiken III, was a military man, actively fighting in the Western Campaign against the Union before being injured. He became a philosopher and policy writer while recovering in a hospital, penning a number of well-regarded treatises on Government and the dangers of Centralized Authority. William Aiken III has campaigned on a promise to be the last president of the CSA, and to rework Dixie into a truly confederate alliance of sovereign states.
 
Just want to remind everyone that the early order deadline is in 5 days. Meaning that all major diplomatic moves are going to be cut-off after that point.

I also want to announce a special one-time rule for Great Britain. @Ophorian - if you do plan to continue playing the game as Great Britain, please make sure to leave a comment in this thread and also respond to other players' diplomacy in PM or on Discord. If you can't continue playing or just don't feel like, it's completely okay and understandable, in which case please just let me know for the sake of common courtesy.

Great Britain is one of the centerpiece nations for the world order, and it's currently entangled in plenty of geopolitical events and wars. I don't want to keep other nations artificially stuck at war with it just because its player is not playing.

If you don't have a chance to respond to this request by May 26, I won't wait for the end of this turn to drop you as a player, and I'll NPC it from then on for the sake of keeping the game alive. Again, no hard feelings on my end, and I hope neither on yours. Looking forward to hearing from you.
 
Breaking News: Andean Communards Develop Superweapon

Portuguese Imperialists trembled in their damp tents on this night, dreading the veracity of news coming down the mountain. Reports indicate that Andean Scientists, inspired by Egyptian Zamburaks, (pictured below) have adapted the technology for unique highland conditions.

Spoiler Egyptian Zamburak :

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The Dromedary, however, lacks the speed, agility, and strength of the noble Andean Guanaco. It is a uniquely indomitable figure, well-known to the people of Andea.

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How Fierce!

The Communal War Committee is confident that this X-factor, the Guanaco-Zamburak Fusion, will be critical to the People's Campaign in the highlands. Reporters were assured that the sea-rats would be forced to retreat back to the briny waters of their homeland. Beware, Imperialists - your days are numbered!
 
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As the sun set on the TMS Thutaythi's twenty-third day of service, a new light reflected against the open seas before it as if day had never left. Assuming the Thutaythi's crew was competent, this ray of orange waves might be a spotlight, or a signal lamp, or some kind of passive alarm. The Thutaythi's crew was not competent.

"Shh, everyone!", whispered an officer, frantically signalling to his comrades in the bridge to drop to the floor. "Shh! Shut up!"

A few officers parrot him, the opposite of shutting up, most likely thinking they're being helpful. But the deck outside somehow managed to be louder than their attempts at being quiet, creaking and moaning under the weight of feet. Someone was coming.

"You're stepping on my shoe laces", hissed one of the hiding officers. "Tie your shoes", the second hissed back. "I can't!"

"Hey shut up!" The officer in charge was ignored.

"Are you serious? It's so easy" the second hiding officer pointed to his own feet to illustrate. "You make a loop with this one, and then with the other, you-"

"I know how to fudging tie shoe laces, you dipshit!", the first voice quietly yelled, "And I'd fudging do it right now, but you're fat fudging feet are on fudging top of them, so it's fudging impossible!"

The deck officer turned around again. "Guys, holy ****, shut up!"

"I can't move. It'll make noise."

"Yeah, and if I trip it'll make noise too"

"Then don't trip."

"Move your fudging feet, you utter ****".

"Hey!", the deck officer swiveled to face them, "Come on! What is this!?"

Silence. Then snickering. Then silence. Lasting silence.

The deck officer, roughly the equivalent of a first mate, had been planning this operation for weeks now. The last month had taught him well that his "commercial raider" was manned by little more than conscripts and dropouts, and for that reason he had gone through all the work of simplifying his orders into three one-sentence phrases. Even they should be able to do something like this, he thought. Dogs follow harder instructions than this, he thought. I could give written directions to a blind school kindergarten, and they'd still figure this out, he thought. It seems, however, he thought wrong. The Thutaythi's crew was not competent.

"Anyone else having something they need to say?". He didn't have to wait for a reply. Or, rather, a chorus of them.

"Bananas."

"Donkey cheese!"

"I have to pee."

"It's so dark. Damn, man."

"Anyone else cramping up a bit?"

"Me.

"Yeah, here".

"Me too"

"It's like I have a balloon in my ribs."

"I think you're just fat."

"Imagine he comes in right now."

"Holy ****, that would be amazing"

"All this for nothing"

"Right?"

With the time he had left, the deck officer regretted even opening his mouth. It turned out to be very little time, as the sound of the creaking had made its way up the stairwell, and brushed against the door. It shook. It whined. It opened.

"Surprise!", they yelled with no coordination, jumping up in a manner that varied from enthusiastic to brain dead.

The man at the door looked bewildered, but composed. "What the hell is this?"

"It's your birthday, Captain San! We made you a cake!" The deck officer brings it forward, covered with so many candles that the entire room was glowing orange. The windows reflected this light outside, as if the bridge itself was a jack-o-lantern.

"I hate cake", the Captain stated very gruffly.

"Happy Birthday, Captain San!"

"Out of the way" is how the captain thanked them. In truth, he had more reason to thank them than he could ever imagine, for a small trawler was crossing them perpendicularly a few nautical miles ahead, bearing, what else, but a cross of red on a jack of white. Under normal circumstances, a ship of the Merchant Navy would have done its best to avoid such close proximity to what could very well be an enemy commercial raider. But most commercial raiders don't glow orange at 2300 hours. That is, if they're competent. The Thutaythi's crew was not competent.
 
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Just a mild reminder for everyone that the first deadline for non-military (including diplomatic) orders is a day away.

Early orders deadline for Update 7, i.e., all economic, domestic, and diplomatic orders are due by: May 28, 2018, 9 am CST
Late orders deadline for Update 7,
i.e., all military orders are due by: June 4, 2018, 11 pm CST.

UPDATE:
I cannot reach @Ophorian after he briefly contacted me two weeks ago, and it doesn't seem like other players can either. So, for the purpose of negotiating diplomatic settlements, the British Royal Commonwealth is going to NPC from now on. (Ophorian - if you wish to take over it, please respond now.)
 
NGF clarifies its position regarding islands in Western Atlantic Sea and the current colonial war ongoing in Africa.

The war in the Atlantic and the colonial war between the American colony of Liberia and British possessions have political and strategic implications for the wider European community. It is clear that Union's aggressive ambitions expands beyond the shores of America, and even may include off-shore possessions and settlements of primarily European and African composition and loyalty. Success of this ambition will have severe implications for the European community as a whole, as if not stopped, Americans may begin arguing that Greenland is de jure part of America (after all, it is closer to Quebec than Denmark, and according to the Americans, Quebec is clearly American) or that Canary Islands and other Atlantic islands deserve freedom from Portuguese and British settlers by virtue of Portuguese and British people not living there a hundred years ago.

These are clearly insane fantasies and as such cannot be allowed to succeed.

As peace negotiations continue between the Union and the Royal British Commonwealth, any concessions demanded by the aggressive powers in America that are specifically outside the continental boundary of Americas will incur the strongest diplomatic protest from the Federation and its allied interests that may escalate to a full scale intervention in favor of the Royal British Commonwealth.
 
And so, the Americans are barred from taking what the Europeans have taken. The Ironies of Imperialism never fail to impress the Burmese.

Why should Europeans be so protective of Greenland, or Africa, against Americans? Would it not be simply trading one occupation for another? And what authority allows a European state to plant its flag on a foreign shore, declare the land theirs, then turn and cry foul when others try to do the same? If the Americans are to be bound to their own continent, why does Europe so freely spread its grasp of the world for nothing but its own gain?

Clearly, it is the Europeans who have fallen for insane fantasies. And they have been allowed to succeed.

Burma wishes the people of the Union and the Commonwealth good luck in their negotiations, and hopes they will allow the world to see a brighter a future, and a more permanent peace.
 
It is the duty of all civilised nations to lift up the African so that he might know the benefits of civilisation and be freed of his barbarous habits, the violence of his savage nature and in doing so, with due time, be ennobled so that he might one day participate in the cofraternity of nations on equal terms. Making the African “free” before he has been civilised is a cruelty supported only by the weak minded and degenerate of thought who have no insight into the benefits of civilisation and the enobling aspect thereof and scant understanding of the savagey and barbarism that is the natural state of all men untempered by the embrace of civilisation.
 
Burma and Union has no right to lecture to a European nation on what is just and righteous considering they themselves are just as guilty of every crime that they have accused us of and are in process of committing further crimes that they erroneously attribute as being uniquely European phenomenon. Mere a century ago, most of the lands that you now occupy knew not either the Star Spengler Banner nor the Burmese Emperor.

When you survey your lands next time, remember this. It was We Europeans who put you on that throne, and gave you the technology and learning necessary to rule dominant among your neighbors. Your claim to rule is not ordained by some glorious history or understanding between your peoples, but by blood and iron forged all within the last few decades.

We at the very least can claim we actually live on greenland and on the islands. Clearly, if our progenies such as yourself is now going around spreading civilization, our methods also work as we claim.
 
Statement by the Department of State with respect to the German Ultimatum

The Union will comment on the German ultimatum regarding the status of Bermuda.

At the onset of the current Anglo-American struggle, we issued the terms under which the Union could coexist peaceably with Great Britain - liberation of Quebec and expulsion of Great Britain from colonial Canada. These remain the Union's only war goals. German assertions that the Union intends to conquer African colonies are bizarre propaganda, as is their strange argument about Greenland and the Canaries.

Our diplomats really mean what we say: The Union opposes the acquisition of colonies, by itself and by other powers - we condemn imperialism. Furthermore the Union has no interest in Atlantic islands, and as a matter of goodwill (even though Germany deserves no such generosity for their unending hostility towards us) we hereby publicly present the terms so far negotiated between Great Britain and the Union, which the Union (with its allies Liberia and the Boer Republic) would sign in an instant should Great Britain agree:

- cede all of British North America to the Union and Quebec (excluding Bermuda)
- recognition of the independence of Quebec
- reparations of 100 of each resource from GB to the Boers
- the right for the Boers to do business in British India after the war (so, no embargoes)​

That said, we have no faith in the word of Germany and expect that if they are determined to attack us they will devise some other justification. Germany has undertaken aggressive naval action in the Caribbean, sponsored criminal activity in Colombia, used cruel coercion on the Confederacy to convince them to end the historic rapprochement with a declaration of war against us - meanwhile the Union has never once put resources, diplomatic or material, toward undermining Germany. Any war between our nations will be one of Germany's invention, not the Union's.
 
The Union has compelled its semi-autonomous colony of Liberia to declare war upon the Royal British Commonwealth and sent men to fight and train troops in Africa, in an operation that seemed certainly intended to claim more territories for its Liberian 'allies.' In doing so, it has also compelled the local government to pass reforms based on what it deems just and progressive. This is, simply put, imperialism at its fundamentals.

We in the meantime dispute each and every single one of Union's accusations against the Federation. Piracy patrol is an expected part of duty for every seafaring nation to safeguard international trade for neutral and civilian traffic, and the Caribbean is part of international waters no matter how much the Union may claim otherwise. We have sponsored no criminal activities in Colombia, and our business interests there were peaceful and legitimate. Our ambassadors, in fact, managed to broker a short lived peace between Brazil and other parties in Colombia. The Union and Mexico, in the meanwhile, were literally smuggling arms and encouraging violence. We have also not coerced anyone other than note that there was, in fact, a secret defensive treaty between the Confederacy and the Royal British Commonwealth to which we were a witness to.

So let us see the list of crimes

-The Union had a piracy problem in the section of the globe that they claimed protector over, and did nothing while Germany resolved the issue.

-The Union agreed to share responsibilities with Brazil with regards to safeguarding independence and peace in Colombia with us as witness, and almost immediately started arming and radicalizing the population when the Colombian and Brazilian government accepted their presence in the nation in what could only be determined an obvious attempt to coup and satellite the kingdom.

-The Union allied with the Communard government in France, which itself allied with the reactionary monarchy in Hungary to destroy our fellow Germans, and closely cooperated with them with regards to planning and prosecuting war in Europe especially in the naval front, leading to further German casualties and prolongation of the war in Europe, all the while their lands were perfectly safe from the fires engulfing Canada and Europe.

They have done all this, and then wonder why we Germans, who love peace over all else, would grow resentful of their arrogant and self-righteous attitudes that only brought more misery and pain to the world.

Nevertheless the terms seem reasonable aside from article 4, which seem somewhat unenforceable at the moment given both the physical reality of India and Boer political and mercantile reputation.
 
His Majesty, Emperor of Burma, personally directs his most sincere congratulations to the Union of North America and the British Royal Commonwealth, for resolving their dispute without Imperialist taint. Today, the Union of North America has gained a great ally in the Free World, and proven well its dedication to the preservation of peace and liberation.
 
Crisis update

Antofagasta-Atacama transfer
The Gran-Paraguayan ultimatum to the United Communes of the Andes was hardly an unexpected move by President Lopez for those familiar with the ambitious president's methods. Coming in the height of the Andean involvement in the proxy conflict over Gran Colombia against the Twin Crowns of Portugal-Brazil, this request to transfer of ex-Chilean provinces back to the Chile-Patagonian Free State looked like a veiled demand to strengthen Gran-Paraguayan satellite or risk war on two fronts. For a few months, the peoples of South America were preparing for a big war, as the Andean Communards were seen unlikely to craven to the Gran-Paraguayan blackmail. However, in the end President Lopez's gamble payed off, as President Luna of the United Communes agreed to the territorial transfer, hoping thus to buy more time for his nation to win a war his nation is already engaged in. This, of course, sent the Andean state into a political crisis, but, on the positive side, seems to have satisfied its greedy southern neighbor for now.

War of Gran-Colombian Independence joins Second Atlantic War
If some naive souls still hoped after the Antofagasta-Atacama territorial transfer that peace in our time could be achieved, these dreams were soon crushed by a dual declaration of war on Portugal-Brazil by Mexico and the Union of North America. The both nations had been previously actively involved in supporting the Gran-Colombian opposition to the Portobrazilian monarchist takeover, and now that the young Republic's life was hanging on a thread, its patrons threw cautions to the wind and stood up for it in an open conflict. Besides escalating a previously regional war, this move also put an end to the peace negotiations between the Union of North America and the British Royal Commonwealth. The peace was extremely close, but the Second Atlantic War was not destined to end yet. As soon as the news of a North-American hostility to the Twin Crowns, a British ally and supporter, were released, the peace talks were put aside, and the Commonwealth openly joined a defensive coalition with the Twin Crowns, effectively merging the Gran-Colombian War of Independence with the Second Atlantic War. This was followed by the Free Boer Republic declaring that it must offer its assistance to its good ally in the Second Atlantic War by liberating the rest of Africa from the "Latin menace" of Portobrazilian colonialism.

Ottoman Invasion of Persia
The Sublime Porte's takeover of Persian Kurdistan in the first months of 1894 was a successful endeavor, except one sad fact: it utterly demolished the Ottoman hard-won economic dominance over Persia's southern provinces. The fix to that economic problem, the Grand Divan decided, lay again in the field of battle. In order to "assure safety of assets" belonging to the Turkish Iraqi Petroleum Company, the Sublime State openly declared war on the Qajar dynasty of Persia and pushed for complete occupation of the entire Iran.

OOC: I give all player 48 hours to declare their pile-in moves in response to these diplomatic events. Thank you for your patience.
 
Oh for the love of god.
 
The Taiping Mandates reiterates that any attack on Porto-Brazilian territories in Asia will constitute a declaration of war against the Mandate and asks our friends in the North German Federation and the Netherlands to reiterate their support for the same.

The Taiping Mandate asks that all parties to the current conflict respect the rights of neutral shipping to engage in free commerce.

The Taiping Mandate reiterates that any attack on Hong Kong, currently leased to the Royal British Commonwealth but in all other sense, including legally, still inalienable Chinese territory, will constitute an act of war against the Mandate.
 
Joint Statement by the Governments of Egypt, Indostan, and the Russian Directorate on Turkish Aggression in Persia


We, the Leaders of Egypt, Indostan, and Russia, express our sadness and indignation at the recent events that have occurred in Persia. Not content with destabilising their own client to enlarge their realm earlier in the year, the Turkish government has decided that economic retaliation demands a military solution. It is the firm belief of our respective governments that such a course of action is unacceptable.

The Turkish government unilaterally set on a path of aggression but sponsoring, supplying and aiding an insurgency in a neighbour who was not only friendly but also a client to Turkish interests. Whilst the occupation and destruction of Ottoman properties and oilfields in retaliation are unacceptable diplomatically, they are the sad result of naked abuse upon a friendly nation.

Engaging in a dismal display of one-upmanship, the Turkish government thought unnecessary to seek reparations or offer them to solve the problem, but rather decided to enlarge it by openly declaring war on the Persian nation. As representatives and rulers of Egypt, Indostan, and Russia, we heartily protest and condemn such reckless behaviour and issue a stern warning:

That whilst other compromises prevent us from supporting Persia at the present moment, we will not hesitate to do so if its independence should be threatened.

That we will not tolerate an abusive peace: no territorial exchange will happen, and no indemnities will be paid by Persia. The full extent of a peace that we as loyal neighbours and guarantors of stability are willing to accept is one whereby former Turkish property and installations are restored, subject to the payment of Turkish reparations for the acquisition of Kurdistan.
 
NGF reiterates our support for Porto Brazilian possessions in Asia, and any attack upon these territories will incur the full might of Germanic navy already patrolling the region.
 
Besides a flurry of diplomatic statements and notes issued by interested parties, no escalation took place in either of the newly expanded conflicts.

No more diplomatic pile-in orders are accepted beyond this point.

Military orders are due by June 4, 2018, 11 pm CST.
 
The sea air was brisk, brine and spray settling in a cold film over everything. The fog hung heavily in the air, a thick grey blanket preventing vision further than a few yards away.


A ship’s horn echoed deeply, a vibration through the steel plating of the ship and into the legs of everyone standing on deck.


A man stood at the prow, glaring into the pea-soup as if he could see clear to the shore. He was young, late twenties at the oldest, and fashionably dressed, a pale grey jacket over a shirt, which was left unbuttoned at the neck. A cravate hung in a loose loop, tied in a crisp bow at mid-chest, the latest in Dixie fine fashion. His beard was disciplined, brown hair at a uniform length on his face, lengthening to give the illusion of a classic mustache, while his hair, which was of the same color, hung down to his neck.


“Captain says we’re coming up on the Elbe, Ed. Hamburg’s not far away.” A young woman strode up next to the young man, and leaned against the railing. “You think you’re ready to tell me what we’re doing here?”


Edward Malone, author, adventurer, and journalist, turned with a smile to look at his partner in crime, Dr. Emily Compton. A brilliant young woman, she was one of the first of her gender to graduate with a medical degree from any reputable institution in Dixie. And, yet, despite her success in the field, she struggled to find employment in that profession, finding nothing but closed doors. She had lept at the opportunity, then, to travel with her father, the famed naturalist Archibald Compson, to the wild lands of Patagonia and to the fabled “Feathered Demons” that had so captured the imagination of Dixie since the rescue of Captain Grant and his unfortunate family.


She stood now on the deck of the ship, wearing pants and a man’s jacket, a habit she had developed in Patagonia to help move with ease through the jungle. Though considered scandalous by many of the older matriarchs of Southern Society, many younger women had followed her example, especially after the publication of the book detailing the Patagonian Affair. Under the jacket, she retained a feminine look, a tailored shirt with a high collar and a tight waist, over which she wore a necklace with a heavy red stone. Her red hair was braided and coiled tightly at the crown of her head, as per Ms. Thompson’s female characters, which had grown to be all the rage amongst southron socialites, for its ease and its practicality when engaging in more sporty activities.


Mr. Malone took her appearance in with a gaze, and turned back to the obscured horizon.


“Edward! You pulled me away from the eggs, from my work, with nothing but a promise to ‘make things clear when we reach Hamburg.’” She said last few words with a deeper, accented voice, an imitation of Mr. Malone’s, and stamped her foot.


He sighed. “The eggs. We’re trying to find the last two.”


“The last... two? So they truly were not on the Virginia?” She sighed. “I had hoped we were mistaken.”


“Me as well. My sources say that Lopez had agents ready in Tampa to intercept the shipment, probably hidden on one of the tugs that brought the Virginia to port.” He sighed “I followed them to Gran Paraguay, and heard rumors they were being sold to unscrupulous germans. I thought you would like to be here for this part of the hunt, but I could not tell you lest we were overheard, tipping our enemies off before we had time to act.”


“I missed you too, Edward.” She smiled at him, while he spluttered in denial. After a moment, he sighed.


“Fine, yes, I will not deny that I missed you. I had grown fond of you, and had come to miss your conversation. Your company.”


Emily laughed, a clear sound cutting through the heavy air. “And you take me to the nicest places to show your affection.” The dark silhouettes of the Hamburg Harbor loomed through the fog, and the ship gently bumped against the dock. Raucous voices in english and german called to each other in the murky darkness, and the sounds of invisible traffic could be heard faintly, despite the late hour.


“I’ve gotten us rooms at a Hotel. We’ll begin the hunt in the morning, it’s a bit late, don’t you think?” Emily nodded in agreement, and gestured to a sailor.


“Have our luggage sent to this address,” Edward said, slipping the man a slip of paper with the address and a relatively large banknote.


Edward and Emily carefully disembarked, and looked around. “I don’t suppose you know your way around?” He asked her lightly.


“No, we’ll find a cab, there most be one around here somewhere...” Both tensed as quick footsteps echoed towards them.


“Mr. Malone!” The voice was that of a woman’s, heavily accented with german. “Mr. Malone!”


A young woman, slightly out of breath, came to stop before the pair. She had black hair tied up in a loose bun, and, despite her thick german accent, clearly some oriental ancestry. A thick coat covered her frame, but could not hide the thinness of her limbs, which protruded from her body like an insect’s legs.


“Mr. Malone!” She said again, and then looked at Emily. “And Ms. Compson! Forgive me, we were not expecting you as well. Our agents in Tampa will be... peeved, as you might say.”


“Expecting me, Ms...?” Edward said, glancing at Emily quizzically.


“Oh. Detective Engel.”


“You were expecting me, Ms. Engel?”


“Indeed we were. We have some information we think you may find useful.”


“I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’re interested in what you are selling.” Emily said, firmly.


“Ah, but this has to do with a special shipment from a Mr. Lopez to a mutual friend of ours.” Emily looked at the woman sharply, and Edward put his hand on the pistol concealed at his hip.


“What do you know about that?”


Engel looked around “Not here. It’s not secure.”


“We have hotel rooms...?”


“Der gute Schlaf, right? No, that’s not secure either, not against the people we’re talking about. Come with me.” she turned away, leading them into a dark maze of alleys and close buildings.


As they walked, Emily hung back a bit, pulling on Edward’s coat. “Can we trust her? What about your source?” She whispered.


As Edward opened his mouth to answer, Engels called out from ahead of them “Your source.... Gustave Schultz of the Herold, right? He was killed three days ago. It’s what put me on their trail. Don’t hang back, you don’t want to get lost in these alleys.”


Emily glanced at Edward, but he only shrugged.


They arrived shortly at a nondescript building, indistinguishable from any of its neighbors. A featureless facade was broken at irregular intervals by dull windows, and a pair of tall smokestacks thrust into the sky, which had by now cleared of the fog cover. A bright moon cast long shadows into the empty street.


“Here?” Edward asked.


“Here.” Engels fiddled with a key, and then rapped on the door in a rhythmic pattern. The door opened silently, and the trio stepped inside. The corridor was long and featureless, lit at regular intervals by electric lights, and broken occasionally by just as featureless doors.


Engels led them silently down the hallway, before coming to a door just like the others. She opened it, and gestured inside.


Edward and Emily walked into a large, lavishly decorated room. Dark wood paneling outlined bookshelves filled with hundreds of tomes, while a number of overstuffed divans were arranged haphazardly throughout the room. One of wall was dedicated to a large map of the world, with red markers in seemingly innocuous places: Scotland, Russia, Switzerland. Another wall boasted what seemed a fully stocked bar, and still another a long dining table. From the ceiling hung a whale skeleton, and a taxidermied feathered demon was in one corner of the room.


Two men grumbling to each other in russian at the bar paused, both raising a shot glass of clear liquid to Engels in a salute, before downing them in one swallow. In another corner a man with a whip coiled at his side stood, reading a book, and, in another, a man sat, flipping a coin idly between his fingers.


From behind Edward and Emily, Engels spoke. “Welcome to the Serpent’s Garden.”
 
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