Whispers of War

[scarypuppy]

Im making a story thats part Romance, part espionage, and part War story

its set in WW1, and so far me and my mate are the only main characters

if you want to be in it , put a description of your character and what side your on and what your job is

Example

Name:Random Furson
Loyalty:Austria-hungary (study your history)
Position:spy

ect ect

im preety good at story writing, so drop off your character Bio and well go from there  

hope you guys enjoy the final product :snicker:


Tripple Entante (UK, France, Russia, Later US)
Tripple alliance (Germany, Austria Hungary, Italy, later the ottoman empire)

Corporal Eric Reyes is a survivor, having lived through some of the most hopeless situations faced by the Entante. A US citizen, is a spy keeping tabs on the war as a "British" soldier.

Russia has fallen out of the Entante, due to a Revolution brought on by Lenin and German Double agents. After the assasination of Lenin, Russia joined the Alliance.

Having taken notice of his skills, marksmanship, agility, Knowledge of German and some Austrian, is quickly reassigned to spy on the Germans.

Implanted under the alias of a Captured German sniper of the same species, overall frame and build, is sent in to gather vital information, assasinate any potential Military Threats and locate captured Entante personel.

Nothing must come in the way of the mission, failiure means death and abandonment by the US, still unofficially in the war.
the government will deny any and all knowledge of Him, and will die at the hangman's noose if found out.

(more to come)

[Tator_dog]

AWSOME :snicker:

[scarypuppy]

*use my pic as a guide to how my Character looks

Eric groaned slightly as he attempted to rise from his infermery bed. A rifle crack to the ribs and the close call with an artillery shell had put him out of action, and given him a rest from the constant smell of rot and decay from messing with his sence of smell. Glancing to the side, he noticed a Frenchman with at least half of his face scarred and blackened. Shifting as much as possible on his side, he noticed a small Monkey sitting in the chair next to his bed, as if he appeared out of nowhere. "ah, Mr. Reyes, i was wondering when you were going to wake." The Monkey shifted in his seat and smiled, to reveal a large set of yellow teeth, with small green smudges all across. Eric nodded as much as possible and bit his lip as his torn ear began to bleed suddenly. "ah, ah, ah, dont want you hurting yourself even more now do we, we have big plans for you sir, BIG, plans." the Monkey reached into his pocket and pulled out a hankercheif, Eric accepted it and looked at the insignia, a Dagger with a bloody seal accross it, the Insignia of the US board of Espionage and Foriegn investigation, the controler of his unit. Eric wiped the blood away and grinned, "I diddnt know you guys would notice, that makes me feel so special." the Monkey chuckled slightly and clasped his hands in his lap, "Mr. Reyes, my name is Henry Urema, im part of the Buisness center of the Board, im here to tell you that your skills havent gone unnoticed." Henry stooped over and pulled out a file, picking through it, apparently for the juicy things, he selected a File in a state of decay, with the sides torn and worn, apparently from much looking over, "Ah, here we are, yes yes, much to admire, Marksmanship awards, Several Purple hearts, all earned on the Western Front and several recomendations from British Commanders, and you managed to keep your true identity seald away, never confronted, never caught, you are quite the soldier Mr. Reyes." Eric coughed slightly and rubbed at his arm, "the name's Eric, by the way, and any paticular reason your here Mr. Henry?" Henry smirked and stood, putting the file to his face and humming a small tune, he stood and walked to the foot of Eric's bed and laughed out loud, "you amaze me Mr. Reyes, the Reason im here is to tell you that youve been reassigned, to a deep undercover mission far behind enemy lines, with no support, few contacts, and no official recognition of your existance other than me, the head of the board, and the President himself." he smiled again and laughed, giving Eric a slight feeling of confusion. "you seem in a good mood, mind telling why?" Henry leaned his head back and laughed again, "actually, no, i just feel the need to laugh at random times, gives me, i dont know, an edge." Reaching down Henry Gripped Eric's broken foot, sending tendrils of pain through it. "You havent healed completely yet, shame, i wanted to send you out as soon as possible, but i doubt the Germans would believe your role if you were hobbling around." Smiling again, he firmly gripped his leg, then let go, breathing deeply. Eric bared his teeh, a small droplet of blood hanging from his upper lip, "Henry, unless you want to be mauled by a wounded Husky, i suggest you tell me what the hell your talking about." Henry laughed once more, the Frenchman next to Eric making as much as a, shush, noise as possible. "you know there are wounded people here right?" Eric tilted his head and licked the droplet of blood away. Henry put on a serious face and nodded, "yes yes, you need your rest, i wish you the best sir, just remember, as soon as your able to take a walk without help, report back to the Board, I'll be waiting." Smiling that yellow toothed smile, Henry slowly strode away, whistling a strange tune as he walked. Eric leaned back into his bed, thinking that so far, sympathy has yet to fall into his lap. The British soldier opposite of him sat up and said in an annoyed voice, "That Ape laughed to much, i think hes gone off the deep end." Eric Nodded and closed his eyes, then said to the Brit, "you have to be, for the buisness hes in." Smiling to himself, he attempted to gain the sleep that had been aluding him since he arrived

that was the first part, kinda a test run

hope you enjoy the next enstallments

[Tator_dog]

Your a natural at this :sparkle:

[scarypuppy]

Im a little sick today :sleepytime:
so this will be a short installment

The stench of sweat and body fluids premeated the transport truck as it rumbled along the countryside. Eric could hear the distant boom of artillery and the cracking of riflefire. So far, this was the most rest he'd managed to attain on the mission. He was going to be handed right to the Germans in a Prisoner exchange, strictly Board buisness, the Entante does not know or really need to know. Eric read the Report on his way to the Prison, twenty-four German Officers for twelve British Intelligence Officers, one of which was a Spy for the US. The American Soldiers were the only ones who knew that he was a Spy, in order to maintain secrecy, they would kill the Prisoners if it was revealed on the transport. The truck lurched forward suddenly and came to a slow stop, the German Next to him leaning onto him, blood/drool dripping onto his shoulder. One of the Soldiers, a Rat apparently, snarled and kicked the ramp  and jumped out, "Alright, this is your stop, file out, slowly, any moves and ill blow your F*$#@&* Kraut brains out." Eric smirked slightly, then noticing the still bleeding German on his arm, nudged him off and climbed out. Led at Gunpoint they all marched silently to a small clearing, the snow having barely enough time to coat the remnants of a past battle. the German next to him leaned in (for the reader's conveinence, all German shall be Translated) "do you know what happens next?" Eric shook his head, disgusted the Kraut would even speak to him, then remembered his cover, "no not really, who knows with these Americans." the German nodded and looked over his shoulder at the guards. Eric glanced around, the dead calm making his leg itch, always a bad sign to him. The Frozen thicket ahead of them rustled and out emerged a German in Winter gear, a large gruff looking Doberman, "stay where you are, were bringing the prisoners forward." Eric waited tensely and glanced around, his breath adding a slight fog element to his vision. A Prisoner stumbled forward out of the thicket, beaten and bloody, and collapsed, no one rushed to aid him, and he was followed by the others, starved, filthy and in need of medical attention, they looked as if they had just left the front. "Do you have the men we requested?" the Doberman asked, his paw tightening around his rifle. The Rat nodded, then rubbed at his neck, "well, one died on transport, you still want him, he smells preety bad." The Doberman frowned and raised his paw, and snapped is fingers. Suddenly fire erupted from all sides, the two guards killed in a hellish rain of lead, the truck drivers slumped over their stations. "alright, all of you hurry, this way, march, faster faster!!" the Doberman moved his arms in the direction of the thicket and checked his ammunition, then turned to the Entante Prisoners with a grin. As Eric marched with the other Germans, he heard more rifle bolts click and reload, and closed his eyes. As the Rifle shots rang out, and the screams died down, Eric bit into his lip hard, blood trickling down, the Mission was of the most importance, but at the moment, all he could think of was the face on one of the younger Prisoners, the releived face of a child finnaly going home, and the though that he would never see it again.

like i said, im a bit sick, so sorry if its not up to your expectations
More to come soon

[Bane]

nice dude....i was wondering if  i could be in it, i have a character already picked out, and i just want a minor role
Name : Sergio Vilvanotch
occupation: Russian Assassin
hair color: blond
eye color: green
body build: slim and athletic
just tell me what you think....... :peace:

[scarypuppy]

Eric straightened out his uniform as he smelled the crisp mountain air around him. After a quick, "re-entery" into the German Armed Forces, he had assumed his "official" rank as Major Devlov Oufman. However, he hadn't been sent back to the front, instead, he was placed on rear Duty, liasion, gentleman escort duty, Basically, he was on leave. Eric had noticed the officers looking him over as they passed by, one actually stopping and straightening out his collar. Taking in a deep breath, he took a second to take in the view, snow swirling all around them, the trees slightly swaying with the gentle mountain breeze. "Major Oufman?" Eric jumped slightly on the inside as he turned to face the broad chest of an Iguana, a slight hiss coming from the dry scaily lips, "I cant Believe my eyes." at the last word, Eric supressed a laugh, as he noticed the Iguana's right eye glance off in a different direction, "Well, im here, glad you noticed Sir." Eric saluted crisply and was rewarded with a loud hearty laugh and a hard slap on the shoulder, "now now, dont tell me all this time as a POW has dulled your wit, this isnt the Devlov i know." Eric grinned and pushed the Iguana hard on the chest, "give me a break, i havent had your cock-eyes to laugh at." at this the Scalie stopped laughing and looked down at Eric. Hoping it would help his situation, Eric held the grin on his face, looking for any sign of humor in the stone set Face. The Iguana Grinned wide, "AHAHAHAH, there we go, i knew you wouldn't let me down." Eric let out a breath of relief, "you know it." Eric raked his mind for a name, any name that was in the file he was handed, and then it popped in his head, "Tyrol" seeming satisfied, the Iguana placed his officer's cap back on his head and walked off, shaking his head and laughing to himself. Eric wiped his forehead and glanced behind him, a large Gothic Mansion stood along the side of the Mountain, apparently dug into it. While admiring the large structure, he diddnt hear the soft footsteps behind him until it was upon him, "ACHTUNG!!" Eric barely had time to turn when a small but built Fox clung to him. Nearly toppling over he felt the Fox nibble on his right ear, "gah, the hell?" reaching backwards, managed to grab onto a tuft of fur and pulled hard, un-clamping the Fox from his back. bringing it up in front of him, he noticed the Fox was wearing a uniform and a sniper's badge on his sleeve, "Devlov, i havent seen you since the massacre on the Western front, i thought you were dead!!" all the while, the Fox had a large smile on his face while saying this. Eric fixed his neck fur and set the Fox down, who barely came up to his shoulders, Quickly skimming through the file in his mind he remembered the Fox's name, "Klaus, my old spotter, i havent seen you in such a long time, my you've gotten tall." the Fox grinned, "its the boots, trust me, ive missed you Devlov, i missed the fun we used to have." at the last comment the Fox firmly slapped Eric's backside, making him jump slightly, "ahahha  omg yes......i have.....too." Eric put on a forced smile and looked towards the castle, his unofficial Contact, a Russian Factionist spy covering as a cook, was supposed to have left his files and information along with some clean clothes. "Devlov, are you coming or not, its liable to get colder in a few hours." Eric snapped out of his place and remembered he was in the European mountains, and that snow had covered his shoulders and head, "ah, yes.....sorry, coming." Eric dusted off his shoulders and cap and jogged lightly towards the Castle. While inside, Eric noticed the large ammounts of officers gathering in the halls. Leaning towards Klaus, he asked, "Klaus, i thought this was just going to be a dinner." Klaus nodded, "it is Devlov, it is, its just that a Scientist will also be displaying a new weapon design for the front, wont that be exciting?" Eric nodded, but first checked his watch, almost time for him to meet with the Russian, "Klaus, I have to go change, ill be back." Klaus smirked and gripped Eric's backside tightly, "you dont want me to come?" Eric suppressed a growl and turned, holding Klaus' hands, "I'd Rather you dont, i need some privacy."
Eric walked quickly to his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. letting out a deep sigh, he was cut off by a sudden, cold, metallic Tube sticking him in the back of the head. "Your Punctual" Eric turned, a rather agitated wolf was staring him in the face. "Aye, and you are not." the Russian lowered his revolver and slid it into a hidden pocket on his pants. "Americans, your still late for the war and your still late as Spies." Eric shrugged and took off his cap, "Sergei, is it, I was a little tied up." the Russian shook his head and smirked, "flirting with short Foxes?" Eric's shoulder's slumped, "you saw that?" The Russian chuckled and tossed a briefcase onto the bed, "now, im heading back to the kitchen, they probably miss me by now, get comfy, and watch your back, the Germans have eyes everywhere, even within their own safepoints." the Russian stepped out and whistled the German Pledge of aleigence. Eric fell back onto his bed and hit his head on the briefcase, "Gah!, i swear, if that Fox comes in right now, im going to shoot him." Eric stood and unbuttoned his shirt, "I wonder whats for dinner."

meh, whatd you guys think

[scarypuppy]

Eric straightened out his Officer's collar and smoothed out his coat, so far his Contact had brought everything for him, except a way to get rid of annoying, frisky foxes. Klaus was at his side, fixing the tail on his coat and attempting to look a bit taller than he was, "Devlov, werent you told about the reason for the conference?" Eric shook his head, "I diddnt have the time, what with the whole being imprisoned thing." "Ah yes, im sorry." Eric shrugged and smiled, "Its alright, lets just hurry,  I dont want to miss whatever it is theyre selling." they reached the main dining hall within 2 minuets, and were greeted by two servers, Muts, "May we take your caps and coats Sirs?" Klaus snorted and pushed between the two servers, actually pushing one to the floor, Eric blinked and walked forward, helped the server to his feet. He handed him his cap and smiled, then followed in close next to Klaus. Numerous high profile Officers were in the room, all seemingly annoyed with being taken from their comfortable lives behind the lines for some scientist. Klaus elbowed him in the ribs, "Devlov, dont get lost in thought now, were here to watch, not think." Eric smirked and nodded, following Klaus to their seat at a large Dinner table, at which Tyrol was seated, sipping at a Merlot with his strangely beautiful wife seated next to him, a small Dragon apparently, he could just imagine what that hell must be like. He was drawn from his examination of Tyrol and his wife by a ringing from the front of the dining room, where a small Terrier stepped out, most of his headfur was a light grey, his scalp visible through the thin layer. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Officers and humble Soldiers, my name is Gerord, and i have here today, the weapon that will revolutionize warfare, and send our foes back into the dark ages." Eric's ears perked up and focused on the diminuative hound, "I have only a prototype with me, but even this prototype is proof enough of our great nation's dominance over the pathetic excuses for countries we are facing to the West." at the last word, an assistant brought out a small cart with a moderately long object beneath a sheet showing on it. "I present to you today, the Intergrated Infantry Superiority Weapon System, or IISWS." a few officers laughed at the long title, "Ah, humor is great to behold at times like these, but this rifle is assuredly our next dominance tool in our already growing arsenal." he removed the sheet to reveal a rifle about as long as Eric's leg, with a octogonal barrel at the front and 2 seperate ones below it, one long and the other thick and wide. the stock was steel, with small rivets running down the base, it had a pistol grip where a rifle grip would usually be and a standard trigger and trigger guard. it had a strange box looking object protruding from the bottom, the top sights were arranged similarly to a standard infantry rifle. next to and below the rifle there were several other objects. Next to the box object there was a standard rifle round, a machine gun round, and a large canister with the words, 'Chlorine, deactivated' printed along the side. next to the stock there was a sniper's scope and a larger, thicker set of sights like an artillery observer's sights for a canon.

(Ah, BBL)

[scarypuppy]

"what....pray tell, is that exactly?" Eric looked behind him to see a large Panther with a General's cap on addressing the professor. The Professor straightened out his back a bit and looked at the General, "This is, as I stated before, the next step towards supremacy, this multi-use rifle will eliminated the need for special crews for special weapons, this will help keep soldiers prepared and armed for the onslaught of the Savage Western powers." He proceded to lift the rifle off of the table, fixing the larger barrel to the front and sliding a grenade shell into it, "this version of the weapon will make gas crews obsolete, with this, soldiers on the front can bombard the Enemy relentlessly from the safety of their trench." Following that he worked with it to load the box clip into the rifle, from the underside, he loaded a round into the chamber by pulling back a lever on the side of the rifle, "This is a Machinegun design, eliminating the need for 2 machine gunmen, instead it would only take one soldier per rifle to devastate the enemy, the clip on the underside holds aproxamately one hundred rounds, and with careful calculations, we estimate that the average soldier could carry at least 5 to 7 of these magazines in a modified version of their current combat load." Next he got assistance from the other person to connect the scope, fix the barrel and disconnect and shut the magazine slot, "and the final part of this weapon is of course the Rifle version, this design allows a soldier to be a marksman and have easy access to the previous design, if they decide not to connect the scope, the rifle sights still allow for accurate and devastating fire, all without sacrificing the standard rifle ammunition and load." he placed the Rilfe back on its mount and turned to the crowd, "The average soldier's load would be increased by....5 to 9 pounds, depending on how many canister, rifle and machine gun rounds would be distributed." Tyrol stood and clapped, slowly walking down the isle to the Professor, "this system seems impressive, has it been battle tested?" the Professor rubbed at the back of his neck, "ah...no Sir, so far the prototype has only been tested for barrel heat resistance and water tolerance." Tyrol nodded and smiled, "well then, why dont we have a demonstration in the courtyard, shall we?" the Professor bowed slightly, "well have it outside in a few minuets, we just need to procure some ammunition, if you would take everyone outside sir." Tyrol smiled and turned, "Attention, in order to see the effectiveness of this weapon, a demonstration will be commenced outside in the main courtyard, please grab  your coats and head outside, it will begin shortly, then we shall decide on whether or not it is suited for our troops. The hall was filled with mumbles of agreement. "Devlov, what do you think of it?" Eric's ears bent back, "It seems interesting, i want to see what it can do." Klaus nodded and wiped his mouth as he stood, "well, shall we?" Eric nodded gravely and stood, pulling his coat and cap on as he headed out towards the courtyard.
"ladies and Gentlemen, officers and humble soldiers, prepare yourselves to be amazed at this newest step forward." Eric rolled his eyes at the repeated introduction from the Professor as his crew put the rifle and its parts onto a steel table in the courtyard. Eric tucked his hands into his overcoat's pockets, rolling his shoulders as the cold attacked his hurt shoulder, "I need a volunteer, preferably someone with marksman training." Klaus giggled and shoved Eric forward, his foot catching a small hole in the coblestone courtyard floor, landing in a small pile of snow. "ah, Major Devlov, thank you, such enthusiasm." Eric stood up, dusting the snow off of himself and smiling at the Professor, looked back at Klaus to see him wink and lick his lips, "If I get the chance, I'm going to shoot him." He thought to himself. "Major, if you would step up to the table please." Eric walked through the gathering of officers and reached the table, looking at the pieces of the rifle in front of him, "now, my assistant will connect the Grenade tube, sights and load a round, you will just need to fire it at a target we have set up at the end of the courtyard." The large courtyard was on the right side of the mountain Castle, the edges were cordoned off by large steel rails, with a high 100 foot fall on the other side, it was a long  and wide area with plenty of room for the crowd and for distance between him and the target, a scarecrow in a British uniform. The Professor's assistant completed assembling the rifle and handed it to Eric, loading in a round to the front of the rifle, patting him on the shoulder as he moved to stand behind him. "alright, now, just use the Sights to determine where the shell will land, like standard artillery." Eric tucked the stock under his arm and crouched down to keep the sights within his sight, he angled the weapon to what he assumed was the correct coordinates and pulled the trigger. The kick dug into Eric's ribs, making it feel like something had punched him. he managed to watch the round scream towards the target and expode a foot in front of it, massive ammounts of white powder covering the Area. "do not fear, it is only flour, the round was de-activated." the crowd awarded the shot with modest applause, "alright, Now, Assistant, assemble the Machine gun version, Major, please continue to help in the demonstrtation.

(ah....Sorry again for the Delay, with all my stories, School is starting up plus my Football Season is kicking into gear ')
(I'll try my best to continue working on these, also, could someone give me some suggestions for the Universal Distress story, plus if you want to be a character in BUHS or Passing Through, drop off your Description and stuffs)

(sorry guys ', what do you think of it so far, any problems?)

[scarypuppy]

Eric shuddered in his mind as he thought of the casualty rate this rifle would create, the canister alone would put the entante at a deadly disadvantage.  "There we go, the next design is the machine gun assembly version, Major?" Eric Snapped out of his thoughts and took the rifle, noticing the slight increase in weight towards the center. Carefully he brought the rifle up to firing position and squeezed the trigger. The rifle jumped slightly as the kick drove it up, five rounds cracked from the barrel and streamed to the dummy, the first round jolting it's midsection, two tearing into one shoulder, and the last two tearing the top of the head off.

(GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)

[scarypuppy]

New Posts coming soon, postponed tilll then.

[Dr. Strange]

*raises hand quietly*
may i join this beautiful story in the making?

Name: Artemas Fallen
Loyalty: Scandanavia {might as well be an oddball}
Occupation: {whats the word for working alone??} vigilate {??} assassin
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Color: Brown with a few blonde highlights and black tips.
Body Type: athletic, slim, well defined.

{watcha think eric??}

[scarypuppy]

ah...great i suppose.....As for your Loyalty....yeah...hahah, thanks for the interest though, im working on the story outside of the computer, so I'll Update as soon as I can, I am Updating Universal Distress Today, so check it out if you want.

To any readers of my material, thanks for the attention, sorry for the Delays, and uhmm....want a cookie?

[Dr. Strange]

yummy. you hve cookies? watcha side? light?

come to the dark side, we have brownies AND cookies!

[scarypuppy]

Eric stood and wiped the dirty snow off of his knee and cap that he had set on the ground. The Demonstration had ended with all critics in the crowd (including Tyrol) being Silenced and made to congradulate the Professor. Klaus walked over and looked towards the professor, "impressive, eh Devlov?" Eric Noded and shoved his hands into his coat pockets, feeling the slight impression from his service revolver in his palm, giving him unplanned nervousness. "Devlov, your shaking like a newborn pup, whats troubling you?" Eric snapped out of his thoughts long enough to rub at his temples and shake his head, "ah, nothing Klaus, just a slight headache, im heading to bed, goodnight." Klaus smiled and gave a slight bow, Eric walking past him still rubbing at his temples.
Eric looked out of his room's window at the seemingly endless expance of wilderness nearby, "and to think." he thought to himself as he traced a finger along his Pistol's barrel, "a few weeks ago, and about a few hundred miles away, I was sitting up in a muddy trench sharing my food with a Rat." He chuckled to himself slightly, standing and placing the Revolver on his bedside table and went to the washroom to undress. As he slid his undershirt off a slight tap came at his room door, his ears bent back in annoyance, he had a suspission of who it was. slowly he headed to the door and creaked it open, peeking his head out for the origion of the noise, as he saw, there was no one there. He looked around and noticed a letter lying on the floor, he scooped it up and tapped it against his knuckles, looking up and down the halls one last time before stepping back into his room and locking the door. "a Love letter perhaps?" he smiled and opened the letter, a small slightly torn piece of paper was inside, with badly written english scribbled across it, "American, The Weapon that was displayed today must be taken, or destroyed, the Entante have already had their troubles doubled with the loss of one ally, you must (section missing) bef (missing) or else the horrors of the previous years will be nothing compared to this. The professor is leaving today to present the weapon to the Kaiser himself, you must try and retreive the weapon, and bring it to me to transport out of the area. Signed, Sergio Vilvanotch." Eric sighed and went over to his clothes, pulling them back on and checking his watch, by his clock the professor was probably still in his lab before the final Kitchen closing call, he diddnt have much time.

(gah, more installments coming up, be on teh look out)