Infected pulled on the makeshift barricades protecting a small gas station near Poltava in the Ukraine, Survivors had been warned on the news but it didn’t take long for the infection to spread north from South Zagoria. The survivors huddled inside are filled with panic, except for one, Jeremiah Carter, who tried his best to calm them. The infection continued to spread throughout the country and had at last reached them. He met Bryan Ashworth, a young man that worked in the gas station and encountered an old friend, Boris Popovi, who broke in through the back door. Jeremiah calmed the others who were inside until the infected gave up, moving on to try their hands at killing some other unlucky souls.
Moving for Survival
The infected had left, they were safe for now. Jeremiah coordinated the survivors willing to listen and follow him east into Russia. The group pushed away from the hordes of infected that began to take over the Ukraine and other countries in Eastern Europe. The group traveled as quietly as they could, only moving at night when the opportunity presented itself. It wasn’t long before they grew weary of stopping, scavenging, and moving on. It wasn’t going to work for much longer before the sick and the old would become too weak to go on. They needed a change of lifestyle. They were going to need a place to call home.
Safety and a Home
The group was able to work with an old couple that ran a farm in the countryside of Russia and started to build a settlement. This is when the true leaders became known. As the settlement grew Jeremiah and other men from the gas station had started to build a strong bond together and often held meetings to decide what they would do concerning further development of their home and future. To start, the group needed leadership. Without a clear path to follow the group would be sure to fracture eventually. Boris, a close friend of Jeremiah fought heavily for democracy while Bryan made a strong point; When modern civilization fails we should fall back to our roots, back to a feudal-esque society. One with an absolute power and a flag to rally behind. The two ideas were combined, making the system we carry today. Two absolute rulers, elected to be Jeremiah Carter and Bryan Ashworth, one for war and one for peace, the two would keep each other in check. A council of Barons, who hold meetings and express concerns to the kings. And finally, Knights, any able bodied man tasked with the protection of the group and carrying out orders. We opted to not give a name to the lower class, they’re family, and deserve rights, calling them anything different would be an insult. The farmers, scavengers, and traders, they all play a role in our survival. They became known as, The Freemen.
As the settlement continued to grow and prosper survivors came and went. Some were found in the wild and brought in, some wandered in. Those that stayed throughout it all formed a bond that could not be broken.
Death and Destruction
After a few months of peace and what almost felt like a normal life during hell on earth, the settlement started to have problems with a neighboring group. They were better off than us, manufacturing drugs as a source of income and running a monopoly on gasoline in the area. Their thirst for power and land forced them to set their sights on our camp - on our family. Jeremiah and the other leaders were unyielding when it came to their demands to pack up and leave. We had built this place, grew a family, and finally had a place to call home.
Demands soon turned into threats, shows of force right outside of our walls, firing guns and revving the engines of semi-trucks. Were we going to sit around and be extorted? Absolutely not… The writing on the wall was clear, us or them. A plan hatched amongst the higher echelon for a preemptive strike. The next time they tried to flex their muscle, we would tear them apart. Men hid on the tops of our walls for days, waiting for them, and when they finally came we opened up. It’s not something we wanted to do, but it had to be done, we’re sure they didn’t care much about our view of things anyways…
This didn’t go over well with them, skeletons we thought had been buried came back to life. One night a horn began to blare and a truck slammed through the gates, barrels of oil fell off the truck and men poured into our compound, beginning to throw molotovs that set all of the wood ablaze, making a light that could be seen from miles away. Jeremiah gathered as many survivors and loose horses as he could, making an escape away to the south quickly.
We lost a lot of members that night… Didn’t even get the chance to bury them.
A Great Loss
The leaders of the Freemen traveled south, going into the mountains as winter began to set in. We got hit hard, winter supplied record setting snow storms. It wasn’t long before we were snowed in and travel was difficult to damn near impossible. We weren’t prepared for winter, we lacked the proper clothes and barely had enough food to go around. We resorted to slaughtering the horses. We ate what we could, the hides went to making coats. We set up camp and had fires when we could to keep ourselves warm. The snow eventually got too heavy for our tents to hold which pushed us back further in the mountains to seek shelter in a cave system.
We used the old tents to secure the entrances against the snow and keep the wind out as best we could. Diseases, starvation, and frostbite ran rampant in our camp. Depression set in throughout the ranks. They did what they had to in order to survive, even so, many died and morale was broken. The storms began to let up and they were able to move south to a lower part of the mountains, where the bite of winter wasn’t as harsh.
The survivors that made it that far established a main camp and forage what they could out of the snow. The rare time one of the hunters would come back with game a feast would be held, giving them a slight glimmer of hope they would survive, and enough hope to carry on.
The snows finally melted and life returned to the world which motivated the group as they pushed out of the mountains and further south. They returned to their roots and hunter-gatherer lifestyle when the infection first spread. After a few weeks march through the mountains and the occasional town. The Freemen found a castle which they settled on forming their new home.
(Will be updated as story progresses)
Murder - Punishable by Torture / Work
Cannibalism - Punishable by Torture / Work
Theft - Lashings / Work / Torture
Kidnapping - Lashings / Work
Extortion - Lashings / Work
Espionage - Work / Torture
Threats Against The State - Work / Beatings
Harboring anyone that breaks the law - Work
Find a new place to call home - day
Establish a foothold of influence in South Zagoria - Ongoing
Open a school to teach methods of survival and gun handling - day
Recruit more men and workers- Ongoing
Meet with all major groups and make unconditional peace - Ongoing
(Relations tab, will update as relations are formed)
Form a council of major group leaders - Ongoing
(Will include names of survivors that join this council)
Form a peaceful settlement - Ongoing
Establish a level of trust with civilians under our protection - Ongoing
After establishing a settlement and sustaining ourselves expand our territory and actively hunt enemies of the state - Indefinite
Enforce laws on the land we own - Indefinite
Hunt any cannibals - Indefinite
(More goals will be added pending IC events)
-Provide realistic and unique characters to interact with.
-Give a base for neutral roleplay and group interactions.
-Have many unique story arcs.
-Pull RP away from the triangle.
-Don’t be a hostile group for a change.
OOC Rules - Information
MrBowTie - Sxcomba - Clan Concept
Drahken - MrBowTie - Sxcomba - Lore
Drahken - Streiter - Artwork
MoodyOG - Sylva - Aeryes - RogueSolace - Lyca - For Giving Advice - Thank you
-How to apply-
-Currently you can apply and make a new character that fits in with the lore and arrives with the group in South Zagoria-