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Ispanovan and Portalian Empires were first???

Date: October 18th, 1642

During the Landkreian exploration and conquests of foreign lands, they were exploring more and more until they sailed southwest and stumbled upon a land full of rainforests and deadly animals. tightly packed trees with hot and humid conditions, although first they believed they were the first there. They came across what they believed to be a thriving and functioning colony. The small platoon of Landkreian soldiers approach the colonial town, hey spot what seems to be colonial women together with white men? This was unheard of to the Landkreians and were disgusted by that action. They approached the local marketplace ran by these colonial girls. "Olá meus mestres! O que você gostaria?" (Eng: "Hello my masters! What would you like?") The landkreians soldiers burst out laughing at a lower species of lifeform such as her speaking to them, and in her disgusting colonial language "Wir verstehen deine Art nicht, Bauer" (Eng: "We don't understand your language, peasant.") The landkreian soldiers took the product from her booth, they took the apples and all other fruits, placed them in their satchels and just walked away, but not before that dirty colonial rat called the guards. The Portalian Guards drew their muskets at the Landkreians, and they did the same with theirs. A minute long standoff of insults and yelling took place before both sides realized that the situation will only get more bloodier if any of them pull the trigger. They lowered their weapons slowly and the Portalians gestured to give the fruits back. The Landkreians, scoffing at the dirty blackies that run these markets threw the fruits on the ground and walked away with muskets in hand.

As the Landkreians reached their encampment, they immediately reported the incident to their commanding officer, Captain Reinhardt von Sturmlaut. He was a hard man, a veteran of many expeditions, and his eyes gleamed with both ambition and suspicion.

"These Portalians," he mused, "it seems they have established themselves here long before we arrived. What do we know of them?"
"Little, sir," one of the soldiers replied, still bristling from the confrontation.
"They speak a language we do not understand. Their guards are disciplined, but their people… they are mingled with locals. It’s unnatural." Von Sturmlaut's jaw tightened. "We must tread carefully. If they are more established than we thought, they may pose a threat to our claim to this land. We cannot afford open conflict, not yet."
The captain’s eyes scanned the dense rainforest beyond the camp, where the humid air clung to the soldiers like a second skin. This land was unlike anything the Landkreians had encountered before, hostile, untamed, yet ripe with potential. It was not only the land, but the trade routes, the resources, and the prestige that mattered. Whoever controlled this territory would control the future of empire in these new and distant lands.

The next morning, von Sturmlaut ordered an envoy to be sent to the Portalian settlement under a flag of truce. The goal was to gather information, about their leadership, their strength, and their intentions. The selected group of Landkreian diplomats and soldiers was led by Lieutenant Karl Heidenfeld, a man known for his cold pragmatism.
As they approached the Portalian settlement once more, the atmosphere was noticeably tense. The marketplace was quieter than before, but the guards were vigilant, their muskets resting heavily in their hands. This time, they were led deeper into the town, toward what appeared to be a colonial mansion, a symbol of Portalian authority.
The Landkreians were greeted by a middle-aged man, dressed in fine clothes of the old world, yet bearing the sun-kissed skin of one who had lived long in these colonies. His presence exuded power, and his eyes, sharp and calculating, took the measure of the Landkreians immediately.
"Bem-vindo," he said smoothly, gesturing for them to enter the mansion. "Welcome. I am Governor Alvaro de Meneses, of the Portalian Empire. I understand there was a… misunderstanding in the marketplace yesterday."

Heidenfeld nodded stiffly, refusing to show weakness. "Lieutenant Karl Von Heidenfeld, representing the Landkreian Kingdom. Yes, there was a misunderstanding. Your people drew weapons on ours yesterday."
Alvaro raised an eyebrow, but his smile did not falter. "Your men were taking goods that did not belong to them. A small miscommunication, I’m sure. But let us not dwell on that. You and your people are newcomers here, yes?" The tension in the room thickened as the two empires’ representatives sized each other up. Each side knew they were testing boundaries, feeling out the other's strength and intentions.
Heidenfeld’s eyes narrowed. "Newcomers or not, the Landkreian people do not tolerate insolence, nor do we take kindly to those who stand in the way of our mission. We are here to explore and conquer these lands, as is our right."
Alvaro’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. "Conquer? My dear Lieutenant, this land has already been claimed, long ago, by the Portalian Crown. What you see here, the towns, the plantations, the soldiers, they are all part of an empire that spans across oceans. We are not mere settlers. We are an empire, just as yours "claims" to be."
Heidenfeld’s fists clenched at his side, but he kept his voice steady and stern. "Empires rise and fall, Governor. You would be wise to remember that." He spoke with an agressive stern tone.
For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves outside the open windows. Then Alvaro stood, his tone growing colder. "Indeed, my dear Lieutenant. But before they fall, they often fight. You would know lots about that, wouldn't you?"

The Portalian governor’s words hung in the air like a challenge, and Heidenfeld realized that this was not just a simple colonial outpost. The Portalians were entrenched, confident in their power, and unwilling to be brushed aside. This was not the first encounter between their empires, but it was the beginning of a dangerous dance of diplomacy, ambition, and, inevitably, war.
As the Landkreians left the mansion, Heidenfeld knew one thing for certain: the Portalians were not to be underestimated. The Landkreian Empire had ventured far from home, but they had not arrived in an unclaimed wilderness. The Portalian Empire was here, and they intended to defend what was theirs. Now, it was only a matter of time before the two great powers would clash, not just in words, but on the battlefield.

Future of Landkrei, and their land claims....

Date: November 6th, 1642

Captain von Sturmlaut leaned back in his chair, staring at the tattered map of the colony before him. The remnants of the skirmish weighed heavily on his mind. The Portalian response had been swift and organized, a clear reminder that the Landkreians were not dealing with a scattered settlement but a formidable imperial force. Yet as much as his military instincts screamed for war—something to finally assert Landkreian dominance—he knew it wasn't an option.
The long, drawn-out war with Dreadmor had left the Landkreian Empire on the edge of collapse. Decades of conflict with the fearsome northern kingdom had drained their coffers, shattered their armies, and broken the spirit of their people. The very fact that the Army Freikorps, a militaristic group of elite officers, was temporarily ruling in place of the royal government showed how dire the situation was. The Freikorps had been tasked with one goal: restore stability, rid the empire of its weaknesses, and end the corruption that had plagued the royal court. But until that was done, the Landkreians were in no position to launch another war—not here, and certainly not against an established power like the Portalians.

Lieutenant Heidenfeld entered the tent, shaking the rain off his uniform as he saluted. “Sir, we’ve just received a letter from General Krauser at the capital. He’s been briefed on our situation and…well, it’s clear we won’t be getting reinforcements anytime soon.”
Von Sturmlaut let out a bitter laugh, his eyes scanning the official letter. "As expected," he muttered. "The Army Freikorps can barely hold the homeland together. They're not about to send us troops when half of Landkrei is in revolt and the rest is still reeling from the Dreadmor campaign. We're alone out here."
Heidenfeld nodded grimly. "The Freikorps’ focus is internal for now. Corruption runs deeper than they thought, and even within the army, there are those loyal to the old regime. They’re fighting wars at home, while we're out here dealing with an empire ready to strike. It’s…frustrating, to say the least."

Von Sturmlaut sighed, his fingers tracing the edges of the map. "It is. The men want to fight, they see the Portalians as nothing more than another enemy to conquer, but they don’t understand how weak we truly are right now. The cost of another war would shatter us."
"And the Portalians know it too, don’t they?" Heidenfeld asked, his voice low. "That governor, Meneses, he seemed confident, almost smug. He’s probably heard of the chaos back home. It’s not just the war with Dreadmor, Captain. Our civil unrest has spread far, even here."
Von Sturmlaut clenched his jaw. "Yes, Meneses knew exactly what he was doing when he invited us into his mansion. He wanted us to see the power they hold here, to remind us that we're in no position to challenge them. And he’s right. For now."
The Captain stood up, pacing the length of the tent, his mind racing. He had to make a decision, but it wasn’t just about tactics, it was about survival. The Landkreian soldiers were proud, but pride alone wouldn’t sustain them. They needed a foothold in this new world, but any overt aggression would lead to disaster.
"We can't afford a direct war," von Sturmlaut said finally, his voice measured but determined. "But we can't show weakness either. The Portalians are counting on us to back down, to leave without a fight. If we do, they'll tighten their grip on this land, and by the time we're strong enough to act, it’ll be too late."

Heidenfeld frowned. "So what do we do? We can’t attack them openly, and they’ll push us out if we just sit here."
A slow smile crept across von Sturmlaut’s face. "We don’t need to attack them. Not directly. What we need is time, time for the Freikorps to stabilize the homeland, time for us to gather our strength here. In the meantime, we make life difficult for them. Disrupt their operations, undermine their authority, without declaring war."
"Sabotage?" Heidenfeld asked, his interest piqued.
"Precisely. We hit their messangers so we create confusion and dissent among the native workers in their plantations, We’ll use the jungle against them, it’s something we’ve barely begun to understand, but neither have they. Let the rainforest do some of the fighting for us."
Heidenfeld nodded, the plan forming in his mind. "We become a thorn in their side. They won’t be able to ignore us, but they won’t have a clear reason to retaliate either—not without risking a larger conflict they might not want."
"Exactly," von Sturmlaut agreed. "And in the meantime, we build our own settlements here, quietly. We gather resources, fortify our position, and establish trade routes without drawing too much attention. By the time we’re ready to openly challenge them, we’ll have enough influence to force their hand without firing a single shot."
The two officers exchanged a determined glance. This was not the glorious conquest they had dreamed of, but it was the only path forward. The Landkreian Kingdom had fought too long and too hard to crumble now, even if it meant playing a longer, subtler game in these new lands.
"Start by setting up ambushes where their messengers go through, direct all every marksman jäger we have and have them wait, if they see a Portalian on horseback order them to shoot and sever their communication lines. That should give us enough time build up decent strenght and avoiding war." von Sturmlaut ordered.
Heidenfeld saluted. "I’ll handle it immediately, Captain. And the men?"
"Tell them to be patient," von Sturmlaut replied. "War will come, but not today. For now, we bide our time and make ourselves indispensable in this land. The Portalians think they’ve won this round, but they’ll learn soon enough—we’re not so easily broken."

As Heidenfeld left to carry out his orders, von Sturmlaut returned to his desk, his mind already calculating the next move. This land was vast, dangerous, and full of opportunity. If the Landkreian Kingdom was to survive and thrive, they would need to play a new kind of war, a shadow war fought not with armies, but with sabotage, intelligence and patience. Landkrei would not crumble without a fight, just like the Governor said.

"Embajadores en el Infierno"

Date: November 19th, 1642

A few weeks later, von Sturmlaut was sitting in his tent when Heidenfeld returned from the latest operation, a faint smile on his lips.

"It’s working, Captain," Heidenfeld said. "We’ve managed to disrupt several of their communication routes, and their leadership is beginning to feel the effects. They’ve started sending out patrols to try to find the ‘bandits,’ but they haven’t caught on to us yet."
Von Sturmlaut allowed himself a rare grin. "Good. Let them chase shadows. The more time and resources they waste on hunting ghosts, the better for us."
He leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. "Continue the operations, but don’t push too hard. We can’t afford to get caught—if they discover this is deliberate sabotage, it could force their hand into a direct confrontation. We need just enough chaos to buy us time, nothing more."

Heidenfeld saluted and left the tent, his orders clear. The subtle sabotage continued, with the Landkreians carefully walking the line between disruption and detection.
The Portalians were growing frustrated, but as von Sturmlaut knew, frustration could lead to mistakes. And in the delicate dance of empires, it was often the smallest mistakes that led to the greatest shifts in power.
The missions are going swiftly, the Landkreian Jägers are sabotaging Portalian communications and causing distraught and confusion amongs the colony, meanwhile the Landkreians are gaining more control in their own colonial sector, albeit the progress is slow and the overwhelming amount of Portalian guards and weaponry are too overwhelming for Landkrei to even begin fighting in this current state. But so far, all is going well. If all goes well, Landkrei will be saved from total destruction, and can allow themselves to expand even further.

Gott Mitt Uns!