Wolgos Scourge

Wolgos Scourge

File:Wolgos Scourge.png Image description: Collage of war time pictures
Important engagements:	tbc, Battle of Somme
Date:	7598-7603
Location:	Worldwide
Result:	Defeat of the Wolgos
Resulting treaties:	- Treaty of New Xedun
Belligerents
File:Gothan entente flag.png Gothan entente	File:Bind flag.png The Wolgos Bind
Commanders and leaders
File:Gothan entente flag.png tbc	File:Gbind flag.png tbc
Strength
TBC	TBC
Casualties
TBC	TBC
TBC million Civilian casualties	TBC million Civilian casualties

The Wolgos Scourge was a major war that took place from 7598 to 7603.

Prelude

Bind-Vittish Relationship

In the years leading up to and during the Pan-Stoldavic War, under the rule of Gwretaido Prawiros Ghruxhuorsunus, Vittmark enjoyed significant covert support from the Bind. This support was channeled through the Vittish proxy of Fisks. Wolgos-manufactured artillery, machinery, ammunition, and arms, rebranded with Vittish insignia, were transported in large quantities to Vittmark via the Arctic trade routes. This aid was crucial in enabling Vittmark to keep Haeverist forces at bay and assert its claims and territorial integrity during the war.

The aid from the Bind came with political strings attached. Covertly, the Vittish government had to encourage politicians and the media to question the legitimacy of Haeverist control over Rissland, portraying their rule as an occupation to the rest of Anaria. The aim was not to support the Wolgos claim, which was untenable across Anaria, but to advocate for a free Eokoesr state. This strategy helped sow discord and weaken the Haeverist position, aligning with the Bind’s broader geopolitical interests.

The relationship between the Bind and Vittmark continued into the early stages of the Wolgos Scourge. Vittish politicians and newspapers played a key role in depicting the initial phase of the Scourge as a conflict confined to Altaia between the Wolgos and Haeverists. This narrative helped soothe concerns across Anaria, buying the Wolgos more time and room to maneuver. However, this facade of a strong relationship began to crumble with the invasion of Cassia, the southern native nations, and the blocking of the Winthorp Strait. The illusion of cooperation abruptly ended with the severing of the Fisk air route and the subsequent invasion of the Fisk islands, signaling a clear and final break between Vittmark and the Bind.

Burning Wall Doctrine

The Burning Wall Doctrine was a comprehensive war and foreign policy strategy employed by the Bind, characterized by an aggressive, all-encompassing military approach designed to rapidly and deeply penetrate neighbouring territories. This doctrine envisioned the Bind, once bolstered by an immense industrial military build-up, launching a series of overwhelming shock and awe attacks across all its borders. The primary goal was to establish a relentless, expanding front that would continuously push outward, engulfing and consuming neighbouring regions in a bid to subjugate the entire globe under Wolgos rule—a lofty and hubristic ambition pursued under the leadership of Gwretaido Prawiros Bhérh3ih2osonos.

The doctrine began with a massive, coordinated military offensive aimed at achieving rapid and decisive victories. Utilizing the full might of the Bind’s industrialized military, including advanced weaponry, mechanized infantry, and air support, the initial attacks were designed to overwhelm enemy defences and create deep incursions into their territories. Once the initial offensive established a foothold, the Bind transitioned into a state of total and unending war, mobilizing all available resources, both military and civilian, to sustain the war effort. The economy, society, and government were all geared towards supporting the continuous expansion and maintenance of the war front.

A critical aspect of the Burning Wall Doctrine was the concept of the "burning wall," referring to the Bind’s borders, which were in a constant state of aggressive expansion. The doctrine emphasized relentless pressure on all fronts, ensuring that the Bind's influence and control steadily extended into neighbouring territories. This slow-burning advance was intended to consume and integrate these regions into the Bind over time. To achieve this, the Bind invested heavily in a significant industrial build-up, producing vast quantities of arms, ammunition, machinery, and other military supplies. This industrial base was meant to ensure that the military could sustain prolonged campaigns and maintain the intensity of the offensive.

As the Bind’s forces advanced, they were meant to establish fortified positions and supply lines, effectively digging in to secure newly acquired territories. This strategic entrenchment in theory helped solidify gains and created a resilient front that could withstand counterattacks, thereby maintaining the momentum of the expansion. The doctrine also incorporated elements of brutal psychological warfare aimed at demoralizing enemy populations and military forces. The initial shock and awe attacks, combined with the unending nature of the conflict, were designed to break the will of the opposing nations, making resistance seem futile.

The Burning Wall Doctrine also had a grim and brutal component concerning the fate of conquered populations. Those who fell under Wolgos control were faced with enslavement or extermination. Newly conquered territories were quickly integrated into the Bind’s war economy. Resources from these regions, including raw materials and labour, were assimilated to support the ongoing military campaigns, creating a self-sustaining cycle of expansion and exploitation. The continuous state of war created a dynamic and ever-changing front, which not only served to weaken and fragment opposing states but also allowed the Bind to adapt and refine its military strategies in real-time.

In essence, the Burning Wall Doctrine represented an ambitious and ruthless vision for the Bind’s future, leveraging its industrial and military capabilities to subjugate humanity under Wolgos rule. This strategy aimed not just for regional dominance but for global conquest, using relentless warfare and brutal tactics to enforce the Bind's supremacy. Under the rule of Gwretaido Prawiros Bhérh3ih2osonos, this hubristic ambition was pursued with unwavering determination, leaving a lasting impact on the geopolitical landscape.

Final year and peace treaty

First Peace Conference

On Estorun 40, 7603, the plains of the Junction Valley lay quiet outside the ruins of Wreith, a once-thriving Wolgos town now reduced to rubble. The town, with only block walls and crumbling remnants of houses and workshops remaining, marked the boundary of the Allied front in their invasion of the Bind. Deep past the Nuss Valley and on the fringes of New Xedun, Wreith stood as a stark testament to the ravages of war. Today, however, there was an unusual silence. No artillery fire echoed across the valley, no gunfire shattered the stillness. The gentle breeze of the dry alpine valley whispered through the artillery-scarred landscape, carrying with it the scent of burned forests and fields. It was a balmy, sunny late spring day. Among the rubble and rocks, the delicate hues of spring flowers peeked through, adding a serene splash of color against the desolate backdrop of destruction. The cargo rail yard of Wreith, one of the few remaining structures, had been swept clean. Tables were laid out with water jugs and glasses, prepared under the station's ornate yet utilitarian awning. Dust gently drifted across the concrete platform, setting a spartan scene for what was to become a history-defining event. Representatives and top brass from Livaria, Helreich, Arvor, and Kamura trickled out of the station's cargo hall through its large open steel sliding doors. They looked into the distance, towards the horizon where the Wolgos defense lines lay, just beyond their line of sight. In the silence, the representatives waited, some glancing at their pocket watches, anticipating the stroke of 4 PM. Just a few minutes past the hour, a billow of dust appeared on the horizon, initially a distant speck disrupting the skyline. As the minutes passed, the cloud of dust grew larger, moving steadily towards the station. A small convoy of Wolgos cars approached, their large black bodies polished to a shine, a luxurious juxtaposition against the surrounding desolation.

As the convoy drew closer, the representatives straightened, their expressions a mix of anticipation and wariness. The arrival of the Wolgos delegation marked a significant moment in the conflict—a potential turning point in the efforts to negotiate an end to the hostilities, the anticipated surrender of the Bind, and a future where the Wolgos no longer were a lingering threat to global peace. The Wolgos state cars, their fluttering flags making a turn, approached the station with a sweeping curve, making a grand entrance to the vicinity of the station, stopping before the Allied delegation. But something was not as expected. The tinted windows of the cars gave little insight into their contents, and a few tense minutes of silence and trepidation passed before any activity was forthcoming from the automobiles. All doors opened simultaneously and the seven-feet-tall Wolgos representatives and High Hlrike Paladins exited their state cars, in their clean war uniforms and immaculately groomed, stern, thuggish faces. But they were not alone, and the sight caused the stomachs of many in the delegation to sink, their blood turning cold as if the temperature had dropped, their official demeanor turning to dismay in some, umbrage in others, and disgust in a few. The merciless Wolgos and psychopathic killers that had wrought so much destruction and pain on countless millions were beaming wide, faux-warm smiles with a nurturing demeanor, as they brought out from their cars, led by their hands and carried, human children. They playfully led them forward by the hand, as if they were warm carers and not the oppressors that had kept them, their mothers, and fathers imprisoned in camps by the millions in near-starvation conditions.

With a smile, a faux warm chuckle, and a beaming greeting, High Paladin Wéyros Dáwosonos waved at the human Allied dignitaries as if they were close friends, carrying a human Stoldish girl in his arms. She clung to his clothes and put her arm over his shoulder. The children looked thin but clean, dressed in fine and clean Wolgos children's clothing. They had a look of confusion; some smiled as they held the hands of the towering Wolgos, others uncertainly clung tightly to their clothes, and a few cried even as the Wolgos that led them tried to warmly reassure them. Some of the older ones looked petrified and tried to sprint forth, but their Wolgos handlers held their wrists like a steel vice. In perfect but heavily accented Halish, High Paladin Wéyros Dáwosonos addressed the speechless human delegation, beginning a monologue with feigned warmth and gravity, "It is a calm day, a calm day to reflect on how far we have come. No longer are we simply Wolgos and Humans, divided by our differences. The winds of fate have woven our destinies together. Our futures are now inextricably linked, bound by the trials we have endured and the hopes we hold for a peaceful tomorrow." He gestured gently to the children, who stood uncertainly by the Wolgos representatives. "Look at these beautiful human children. They yearn for peace, for an end to the suffering that has touched us all. They stand here today as a reminder of our shared hominidity and the fragile bonds that connect us." His voice grew softer, yet carried an unmistakable weight. "But let us not forget the profound responsibility that lies before us. The lives of millions, both Wolgos and Human, hang in the balance. These children, like all those under our care, are the innocent hearts beating in the shadow of our conflict. Their fate is intertwined with the decisions we make here and now."

Wéyros's eyes gleamed with a mix of sincerity and something darker. "We must strive for a future where their dreams can flourish, free from the chains of war. But remember, this hope comes at a price. Should this conflict persist, should the fires of destruction not be quenched, the consequences will be dire—for all of us. The devastation that could follow would leave none untouched, none unscarred." Letting his words sink in, Wéyros Dáwosonos hugged the human girl tightly with his strong arms, the gesture warm yet menacing. The girl gave out a gasping breath, her eyes wide with fear. His grip tightened for a moment, making her wince, before he slowly loosened it, patting her head gently. The human delegates watched in horror, their stomachs churning at the sight, the threat clear in Wéyros’s piercing and intense gaze.