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Emperor Johan Darkcrown

"I have been sent by the Divine to conquer."

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a character in “The Tales of Mundi”, as played by StormerJohn

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I can't sketch properly, apparently.
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Aliases: "Darkcrown" "The Iron King" "The Iron Hunter" "The Prince"
Race: Immortal Human
Age: 4,718
Gender: Male
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Appearance:
-Hair: Dark brown, always kept short, and in a pompadour fashion.
-Eyes: Asian-like; dark brown in color.
-Frame: A thin but muscular frame, but when armored, he looks more intimidating.
-Weight and Height: 60kg; 190cm
-Skin Complexion: His skin complexion is quite light, but not too pale.
-Clothing/Armor: His full body is completely armored. His helmet is shaped like a Chinese Imperial Crown, with a red tassel coming from a spike at the top of the helm. He always wears a fireproof dark blue coat with his gold epaulettes on. His armor is flexible due to its many joints, and is mainly colored black and gold. His breastplate and helmet are gold, while the rest of his armor is colored black, and designed with mountain-patterned plates that were strong thanks to its flexibility and durability. His whole body is covered in plates, but the plates are also covered up by a durable fireproof military uniform. His face is always covered by a mask colored gold with slits for his eyes that are covered in tinted glass, and the back of his head is covered by a lobster tail-like piece of armor. The metal making up his armor is made of a durable but light material.
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Equipment:
-Weaponry: He carried a small shield on his arm, as well as a steel sword. In addition to that, he carries a ten-shot 20mm bolter that fired either sabot shots, or high explosive with a blast diameter of a meter. He also carries a small dagger.
-Miscellaneous: He usually carries a compass, a map, and some food and water during his journeys and when going to war, even though he didn't need them.
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Personality:
Because of Darkcrown's upbringing into a cesspool of corruption and degeneracy, he has learned to be ruthless and unforgiving. In his time in his old nation, he had seen what corruption did to men, and saw what dangers were present should freedom be abused, and should morals be disregarded. This lead to him being a strict monarchist. He was a perfect example of what we know as a Machiavellian, doing everything he could to achieve his goals of freeing Man from corruption, even if they were considered immoral. He was a silent character, but he was respected and loved by his subjects. He was, of course, also feared. He ruled with an iron rod, after all, and he was strict, but he wasn't strict enough to kill mortals for petty crimes, or to kill mortals for stupid reasons. His orders, however, were always strict, and to be always followed. He is cold and calculating, and would stop at nothing to achieve his goal. He is also a humanocentrist, and believes that Man is superior to everything else.
Likes:
  • Mankind
  • Order
  • Power
  • Control
  • Morals
Dislikes:
  • The Others
  • Anarchy
  • Chaos
  • Degeneracy
  • Modernist Cultures
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Biography: Thousands of years ago, Johan was born as a mortal in a younger Mundi. In his nation, there was only chaos, anarchy, corruption, and degeneracy. His parents, however, kept faith in the Divine until their deaths. Throughout his younger years as a child, he believed in complete freedom, but as he aged, he saw what happens if complete freedom was given. People would abuse them immediately, and they would forget all of their morals. So, he studied to reach a great position. He wanted to one day maybe rule his nation so that he could influence the people around him.

Then, he stuck to simple research and reading, choosing to gain as much knowledge as he could, and when he reached his prime, he was finally given the seat of power. In his time there, he was given immortality by Elder Galackt himself after seeing potential within the young man. It didn't take long for Mankind to be dragged down into its Dark Age after a great war destroyed Mankind and all his achievements from thousands of years prior. Through the war, the immortals lived in heavenly bodies, empowering themselves and creating machines and weapons of both destruction and creation. When the first gods descended from the heavens, Johan didn't come with them. Instead, he kept on gaining more knowledge. There, he created more weapons, perfecting them until they were too perfect. When he heard of the destruction the other gods brought upon Mundi, however, he descended and established his kingdom to save Humanity from itself and from the various malevolent corrupt gods.

Ever since then, he has built up a massive empire, an empire he plans to make ever bigger. As ruler, he has ruled with an iron rod, and he plans not to let go.
Hobbies/Skills:
  • Hunting
  • Sword fighting
  • Strategizing
  • Designing
  • Ruling

So begins...

Emperor Johan Darkcrown's Story

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Darkcrown walked into the tent of Prime Minister Willis of Burgan, who had been forced into a defensive position after three hundred thousand soldiers had begun to lay siege on the large island-nation of Burgan, which was surprisingly ruled by mortals. They said that a batch of colonizers under King Folger was dispatched, but was quickly destroyed by Burgish forces. The invasion never continued, because that was a few days before Darkcrown had achieved complete control of Folger's stronghold. Folger was now locked up in a dungeon along with other fallen immortals underneath Darkcrown's castle as he experimented on them, looking for ways to finally kill them without that damned Catalyst, or any of Galackt's old tricks.

"So, have you thought about our little proposal to you?" he asked, holding the hilt of his ancient sword with his left hand. Willis covered his face as he shut his eyes. "Yes," he finally said. "We accept your terms, and we accept that we become your protectorate..." Darkcrown waited for the two or three words of respect a subject had to address him as, staring at him. "Your Imperial Majesty," Willis added after he caught him looking. "Good," Darkcrown said, sitting in front of Willis' table. "From now on, I have control over your natural resources, and control over your government, but not complete control, of course. The one thing I have complete control over, however, is your army, which will be from now on, called the Farsivillian Burgan Army. From now on, they will be under the command of General Derith. But, then again, Derith has enough to take care of. How about you, Prime Minister? You were a general in the Burgish army. I only request that you follow all of my orders as the commander-in-chief of your entire armed forces. Do you accept the offer, Prime Mi... Viceroy?" "I will accept your offer, Your Highness," Willis said with uncertainty in his voice a moment after the question came. "No need for that tone," Darkcrown said, "In few months, you'll see how much a protectorate under Farsivil will benefit. Come, now, to my tent. Your generals, and mine, await your orders."

Both stood up. The two guards accompanying Darkcrown opened the flaps of the tents, allowing both to get out. In front of it, a few meters away, stood a larger tent. This was Darkcrown's tent.

Inside were four generals, two of which belonged to Willis, and the other two belonging to Farsivil. At the center of the tent was a huge table with a map.

They began strategizing. "Prime Minister!" the two Burgish generals saluted, while the other two Farsivillian generals saluted the emperor. "Sir, have you accepted their terms yet?" one of Willis' generals asked nervously. This general was one of the generals who had earlier rejected the idea of becoming a protectorate of Farsivil, but now, he seemed desperate. "Unfortunately, yes," the Viceroy said. "Thank goodness," the general blurted out. "What's the problem?" asked Willis, "A moment ago, you completely rejected the idea of Farsivillian intervention and rule." "Sir, I realized that it would be a better idea for us to become a protectorate rather than fall to the hands of the Greens. Come here, sirs."

The two leaders walked towards the table to observe. "Yes, your frontlines are in a very precarious position," said Darkcrown, "It wouldn't hold against this approaching enemy wave from the forests over here." The Emperor pointed at the green-painted piece on the map that was on a route towards the Burgish frontline, which had completely thinned out. "General Walker, where are your troops?" inquired Darkcrown. "Our division has prepared out here by the wings of the frontline, already helping out the flanks, Your Highness," replied General Walker. "And General Charlton?" "The fighters have begun their strafing sessions, the bombers are prepared to move out, and the artillery is in place, and can fire from the Burgish frontlines up to the center of the forest, Your Highness," replied General Charlton. "Good. Now, you two Burgish generals, tell me if you have any more troops scattered throughout the country." "We have a force of a hundred eighty thousand more men... Your Highness. They're stationed on the southern coast, but according to their officers, they've encountered only scouting groups, which were promptly shot down."

"Good," Darkcrown said, "Tell them to enter the forest and crush the enemy's flanks. The mongrels are too primitive to have proper working brains, so prepare to spearhead into their nine o'clock. Generals Charlton and Walker, tell all your units to move out." "Yes, Your Highness," the men said in unison before grabbing their telephones. "You think this will work?" asked Willis. "I mean, they have three hundred thousand men, and our combined strength is a third of that." "Oh, Viceroy, you have much to learn," said Darkcrown, "They may have more men and they may have more physical strength than us, but we have something they don't have: we have brains and technology."

After that, the six men entered a command airship to gather information on the battlefield. Darkcrown sat down, watching as allied planes below them began strafing the forests with so much power that trees began to fall. Bombers dropped bombs that uprooted the trees while smaller planes dropped paratroopers. The generals spoke with their officers as Darkcrown observed. For three hours, he watched as the bombs fell and the firefight went on. Within an hour of waiting, the eighty thousand soldiers had crashed onto the enemy's flank, and the pressure from the Farsivillian troops' weaponry was great. "Sir, we've driven out the Greens!" said General Walker moments later, "They're retreating back to their ships!" "General Walker, you have much to learn about Warlord Zerken," Darkcrown told him, "so I shall give you a very short lesson: Warlord Zerken does not order his troops to retreat, and those that do are usually traitors, but sometimes, those that retreat are the little rats who tell their incompetent warlord about what's what. They may have no brains, but their leader does. Order your men to kill them all. Leave no survivors." "Yes, Your Highness!" said Walker.

They relayed the order. Off in the distance, Darkcrown saw the rats retreating to their wooden ships, but before long, a plane strafed the wooden ships with 30mm gatling guns, completely destroying them. A second plane took care of the survivors. Just before they celebrated victory, however, they received an incoming call. General Charlton answered the phone. "Yes, this is General Charlton... Yes, he is with us... Oh gods. Alright, I shall relay the news." He put down the phone and announced the following to the Emperor: "Your Highness," said Charlton, "Our scout ships have encountered several entire armadas of wooden ships and landing craft. According to their calculations, there must be a million men. Not only are they heading for Burgan, but they have an invasion force prepared to take the Goldmine Islands." Darkcrown remained calm. "Call Chancellor Otto. Tell him to initiate the Rising Contingency," he said a mere second later, referring to the contingency plan in case of an attack from Ur that makes use of the entire Eastern Navy and four hundred thousand of the many reserves in the Imperial Army, as well as the Guard and the Storm of the Fatherland within that area.

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AUGUST Wilhelm was one of the few thousand men sent by Darkcrown to negotiate with Burgan and fight against the 300,000-man invasion force. What they didn't expect, however, was another army of a million to approach so quickly. The Landers have gotten into place long before the Imperial Navy began taking care of the bigger ships.

The entire frontline had been pushed back as more Burgish troops began to gather on the front. They'd already lost ten kilometers of land, including a few towns. Twenty thousand Farsivillian troops, three thousand Devotees, two thousand from the Grand Echelon, five thousand from the Stormtroopers, and another five thousand Paratroopers had landed. The Paratroopers had mainly landed behind enemy troops, or are currently setting up ambushes, but the rest were still on their march southward.

Wilhelm had his entire platoon set up on the pre-made trenches, while their tanks were dug up, revealing only their hulls. Unfortunately for August, they only had the not-so-mobile Lion tank, thanks to their Drachen 75s getting their turrets and guns jammed after the recent engagement. August could have easily fired the gun of the Drachen's 75mm, but he didn't know how to properly handle the 90mm on the Lion. So, August just stood on the trench, his legs aching as he firmly gripped the MG 92.

"Lieutenant Wilhelm," called his superior. "What is it, Colonel?" asked August, depressing a button on the radio on his shoulder. "We've made an offensive battle plan for our regiment. Our crucial plan will be to retake Hill A, which has a few buildings, but what we need there is the bell tower. If we carve a path toward Hill A and retake it, we can send a bunch of artillery and tanks, because from there, we can put effective fire into virtually every village they've garrisoned. Is that clear, Lieutenant?" "Yes, sir," replied August. "Get over to our command station. You will organize with a the rest of the platoons making up our regiment, and we show these bastards true Farsivillian firepower."

August did as his colonel asked of him, and inside, they organized their plan of attack. "Hill A is currently held by an orc officer, so expect heavy resistance from any incoming enemies. So, we'll be splitting our forces. The first group, Assault Battalion, will be composed of half the entire regiment, numbering in at six hundred soldiers with fifty field guns and a hundred heavy tanks. We'll climb the gentle slope of the hill, and meet the enemy head-on. Luckily, their artillery serves only as artillery and cannot be aimed downwards, so an attack from underneath would be great. I've coordinated with a colonel from the air force, and they will begin strafing the city with high-caliber machine guns in a few moments. Assault Battalion will be comprised of the Eighth Armored Infantry Company and the Fifth Heavy Tank Company. The rest of you will climb the steeper slope, so you will be attacking with lighter vehicles. Wilhelm Detachment, along with their Lion and halftracks, will be climbing the southern slope, while the Jameson Platoon will bombard the enemy with artillery shells from that hill to the hill right beside our trench. Seventh Armored Infantry Company will attack the more heavily-guarded flank, so don't worry, Wilhelm, the slope your force will ascend will not be too heavily guarded, but expect heavy resistance nonetheless. Orcs are vicious, and therefore, everyone under their command will be, as well. Get back to your stations. I will give you thirty minutes to prepare, then I'll give the go signal."

August went over to his officers and laid out the battle plan. "Officers," he began. "Lieutenant!" the two other officers said, saluting. He sat down on the dust along with his men. "Corporal, you will be in control of half the infantry and armored vehicles. Your designation will be Section One. You will lead the forces up the slope, and take down any Green in sight. We climb up the southern slope of the hill, where we will expect heavy resistance from enemy forces. Meanwhile, you, Sergeant, will take control of the Flame Group. I will go with the rest of the infantry and the armored groups. My force will come with the Corporal, while the Sergeant blasts fire into the enemy after you climb the eastern slope toward their rear. In fifteen minutes, we will receive a call from the colonel, and we charge ahead with the rest of the regiment. Clear?" "Yes, sir!" replied the two. "Dismissed."

As they waited for the colonel to call, however, they heard shouting from within the jungle. "Oh crap!" cursed Wilhelm as he grabbed his MG 92. They screamed, firing their guns while some only carried axes. August hid his head behind one of the thick sandbags as he began firing. Man after man fell as the MG 92s ripped them apart. The Flame Group did their job and blasted fire at the charging force, but they didn't stop. A few even made it to the trenches, screaming bloody murder as they burnt, forcing some of the men to begin melee combat using their daggers. Axes weren't effective in close quarters.

The tank's MG 92 coaxial machine gun was finally mounted after the crew got in and started spraying the enemy with bullets. They just didn't stop coming. One of the belts ran out eventually. The fire continued getting sprayed as the wave of enemies came along. Eventually, the bastards were getting too close, and the MG ran out of bullets from the bullet box. There was just a constant swarm of goblins and hobgoblins rushing at them with nothing to do.

August eventually dropped his MG and took up his rifle with an affixed bayonet. They eventually came so close, and one goblin tripped, allowing his body to get stuck on the blade. The hideous creature gurgled out blood before he pulled the bayonet off the goblin's body. He fired and fired his rifle with his men until they stopped coming. There could easily have been half a thousand coming at them. Luckily, they had no major losses, mainly thanks to their armor.

Eventually, an entire flight of planes began coming in, and began strafing ground targets. August checked his watch. "Soldiers!" he called, "Let's get ready to go!"

The vehicles' engines roared to life as the Lion moved out of its own trench. It then moved over the infantryman's trench. August, meanwhile, grabbed two bullet boxes with two thousand rounds each, and attached them to his back belt. He took his MG 92 and reloaded it. After he finished reloading, the colonel finally ordered their men to move out. "Move out!" repeated Wilhelm. The vehicles roared to life and began to move up.

The entire regiment got into their positions. To the Wilhelm Detachment's nine, the six hundred-man unit charged forwards, while Jameson Platoon climbed up the hill right behind the trench, and began opening fire. The air support came in as the Wilhelm Detachment thrust themselves into the forest. They encountered no resistance, only a few scouting units, but nothing else. When they climbed the hill, there was only chaos as the Assault Battalion began their push. The enemy units immediately spotted them, and began sending men and tanks toward them. The infantry, mainly composed of goblins and orcs, charged with their giant guns, but the infantry hid behind the armored vehicles, which were impervious to the fire from the enemy 30mm bolters. The guns on the halftracks did their jobs, and cleared the resistance. When they got to its peak, they gunned down the enemies supporting the hill's frontline, which was being pushed back by the heavily-armored Assault Battalion.

Wilhelm opened fire with his MG 92, and his fellow infantrymen used their SMGs and assault rifles as the Lion got up. The pillboxes were taken out by the Flame Group, which opened a back door to the cement havens, and burned everyone inside alive while the Lion's high explosive shells hit clusters of enemy soldiers. They continued pushing for hours, until finally, the last enemy tank with a small unit of Greens retreated. The Lion's 90mm cannon immediately destroyed the tank, knocking the entire crew out with a HEAT shell that completely blew off its turret, while the MG 92s took care of the rest. The men raised the flag over the hill before entire artillery batteries moved up the hill to fire upon the other enemy strongholds.

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