Twitter: https://twitter.com/DerKaisersFaceA loud train whistle awakens you from your slumber. To be fair, you are used to waking up at unreal hours-Russian artillerymen evidently never understood the concept of "sleeping in"-but you are still groggy from the train ride-especially given the poor state of the railroad car, the fact that you are sitting on a rather poorly hidden MP18 in your trenchcoat, a disturbing dream you had involving your previous commanding officer and his assistant wearing a maid dress, and the Polish customs officer with a tooth missing giving you a rather nasty smile as he stands in front of your compartment."Hand over your papers," he says in the worst German possible. "Or else resistance will kill you."You shake your head. Its almost as if they intentionally find the worst people for this job. There are millions of Poles who can speak German to some degree, for Christ's sake!You reach into your bag and hand over a worn looking passbook. The Polish officer opens it up, scowling noticeably at the German imperial eagle, then resumes his leer when he thumbs through your book."From Poznan, eh? Welcome back, fellow countryman," he says with a chuckle.a) "You too. You from around here?"b) Say nothing.c) "That's Posen, not Pusland."d) Punch him in the face when he's distracted.
>>41201304>b) Say nothing.
>>41201304 say nothing
You choose to do nothing. Let the Pole have his victory for now: Posen will soon be restored to its rightful owners soon enough.The Pole was evidently looking for a reaction as he just shrugs and return your papers before moving along. You shrug and try and get back to sleep while you recall your orders..."You need me to go to Poland? But why? Surely there are other members of the Reichswehr that are not in the Ruhr, ones that are capable here?"You had argued against the General. You had only arrived fairly recently, during which you had uncovered what appeared to be some sort of foreign Spartacist plot to overthrow Germany. Your prisoner had just been placed inside a holding cell, awaiting questioning. Above all, that strange blue device-what was it for? What did it do?But your complaints had all been rejected. You'd have a week to make your farewells. The prisoner you took had evidently sunk into some kind of coma, and was now in hospital. You could retrieve your men tomorrow. And most important of all-as you had only just returned home from Russia, you were still on the rolls as a resident of Posen-and thus, were entitled to return to Posen without the Poles doing a full search of your possessions. Very few people could claim that, even fewer of them alive, and of those, how many could speak Polish even half as passingly?Your obligations to your men unfortunately are not nearly as important as your obligations to the Reich. Especially when this request came in from none other than von Seeckt himself, chief of the Reichswehr.You toy with the envelope containing the details of your mission. You were to meet a contact in Posen who would open it then-this way, were you to be caught and the envelope opened, there would be a sort of insurance on preserving the Reich's assets in the region. Not that it'd do you much good, of course-Polish prisons were unhealthy to say the least.The train starts moving again.
Your rest disrupted, you figure you should go check around the "amenities" on this train. The sleeping compartments themselves would have been Spartan before the war: even now one would be lucky to have a scrawny sheet for warmth and a functioning candle. You notice some of the other compartment doors appear to be open. One of them has a light coming from it-evidently, somebody is home. The rest? Probably in the dining car, which reminds you-you haven't eaten yet. Railway dining is hardly equivalent to the fine dining in Berlin or Vienna, but it beats the sawdust infused "bread" of 1918.What do you do?a) Go check on our fellow compartment passenger. Networking!b) Go head to the dining car and look for something to eat.c) Stay in the compartment and try to sleep for these last few hours.d) Other (write-in).
>>41201990>b) Go head to the dining car and look for something to eat.
>>41201990>>a) Go check on our fellow compartment passenger. Networking!
>>41201990>a) Go check on our fellow compartment passenger. Networking!
You briskly step to the side of the compartment and knock on the door before stepping to the doorway. A man reading a book on the tiny table looks up at you."Can I help you?" The man asks in German, with a decidedly Bavarian accent."Just looking to meet people, saw your door was open, presumed you wouldn't be hostile to guests."The man shrugs. "Well, i won't turn away company so easily. Your name is?""Wilhelm Heckmann, but call me Wilhelm. I'm from Posen." "Ah, Posen. Nice place, although I suppose it has seen better days." He studies you for a bit. "Johann von Berlichingen. Theorist, professor, and hopefully," he adds, "Politician.""Of what party?" You ask."Presently none, as my old party was shut down by the Judeo-Bolshevists in the current government. But I digress... what do you do, Herr Heckmann?"a) Lie like a dog (Roll d100 for Deception)b) Tell the truth.c) Be vague and non-committald) Other (write-in, if convincing, even if its an utter lie, I'll let it go without a roll).
>>41202666>b) Tell the truth.His old party sounds nice.
>>41202666>B Tell the truth.Are we renamed Hitler, no matter ask him about his party after this.
>>41202950Hitler is currently in Spandau prison in Berlin along with several of his closest allies. It's a rather comfortable stay at the moment as a large chunk of the German justice system is sympathetic to his ideas.
>>41202666>c) Be vague and non-committal
>>41203075What's our opinion on the Kaiser? Is it possible for him to reclaim his throne?An imperial restoration is objectively better than the alternatives.
>>41203119I would disagree, we can change the course of history since we know the ways it turns out!
>>41203119The current Weimar constitution essentially has substituted out the Kaiser's position with a democratically elected Reichs President. Thus any attempt to restore the Kaiser would require a constitutional amendment or an outright overthrow of the existing system.The DNVP (Geman National People's Party) is the main reactionary party that supports a restoration of the Kaiser or at least the Hohenzollerns: however, they really don't have any political platform other than that.In addition, there will likely be Entente intervention in the event of a Kaiser restoration. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
>>41202666>a) Lie like a dog (Roll d100 for Deception)
>>41203119I also should add that as a veteran soldier your political views are probably more conservative. Since you are also from Posen, a part of Germany that is now under Polish rule, you are certainly revanchist to an extent as well. However, you are a little more open-minded, especially after seeing the brutal fighting against the Russian communists, not to mention that General Ludendorf supports a Kaiser restoration...and you've had too much experience with him to be convinced of the legitimacy of his ideas.
Need someone to break the tie.
>>41202666>b) Tell the truth.
>>41203781>b) Tell the truth.
Which part of the quest is this?I was in the first part, but what happened with the time travel jews and space brits?
>>41203897what you going on about?
>>41203897https://archive.moe/tg/thread/40965253/Here is part 2. This is part 3. The brits were actually just normal brits, the time travel commie is a mystery as of now.
>>41203973Why aren't they numbered?QM?
>>41204229Had emergency, had to eject."I'm currently in the Reichswehr," you quietly whisper to the man, looking around to make sure there aren't any Polish agents around. "I take it you would be discreet with this info-not that I'm up to anything, of course."The man raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. Are you visiting home or something?""That I am." And one other thing, but he didn't ask that. "I'm looking to see how the Polish are treating German citizens as well, hear what the fam has to say."The man has a plain expression his face. "Indeed. The Volk continue to struggle against foreign oppression. At least, that is what I intend to write, as well as right." He leans closer to you. "You seem like a stout German fellow of Teutonic stock. When you return to Germany, if you ever find yourself in Bavaria, be sure to call on me. I'm sure there's some things to discuss." He hands over a business card. The words "Johann von Berlichingen, Public Defender of the Volk" along with the letters "NSDAP" are written on it in blocky exaggerated Fraktur."Now then, if you'd excuse me, I am finishing up editing a text that was written by one of my friends. I am trying to get this done before we get into Posen, so if you don't mind..."It seems the man is on one hand leery of your governmental association, but on other hand sympathetic to some of your views. You decide to take the political route: shake his hand, then take your leave.You stare out the countryside. Much of the land around here wasn't touched by the war, but your eyes still seem to note that the roads seem to be more worn than you remember. Is it Polish slovenness? Were the roads destroyed by the flight of Germans? Or are you just getting old?You drift away in your thoughts for a bit, only for the more familiar sights of Posen/Poznan's train station to pull up as the train comes to a halt and a cacophony of voices in Polish and German reaches your ears. You've returned home.
As you step off, you are rudely accosted by several Polish baggage clerks. Well, one of them seems like a native German speaker, so perhaps you should be careful before jumping to conclusions. The German -Polish enmity is quite powerful, and it was not helpful that the Entente decided to hand over a good chunk of German land and citizens to the land-grabbing Poles. Although a historian would point to the Partition of Poland-but that's ancient history.You make your way to the exit, where among the crowd stands a well-dressed chamberlain, wearing what appears to be a modified Stahlhelm. He spots you and immediately approaches you."Herr Heckmann, I presume? You may call me Martin. I work with Herr Luttwitz. Would you come with me?" Luttwitz. More specifically, General Luttwitz of I Reichs Kommando. The man responsible for the Kapp Putsch of 1920 that nearly destabilized the country, and presumably punished. Apparently, not that harshly. "Yes, that's me. May I ask where we are headed?" you say as you walk towards a carriage parked in a quiet corner outside the station.The chamberlain bows and opens the door, motioning for you to get in. "Herr Luttwitz is currently at a local baron's estate. I will take you there."Hmm, you had wanted to do some things in Posen before you headed off.a) Get in the carriage.b) Ask if you can do a little sightseeing.c) Go for a quick knockout blow, hope he doesn't remember it, and show up after you're done snooping around.d) Other (write-in).
>>41204778>a) Get in the carriage.Duty calls.
>>41204778>b) Ask if you can do a little sightseeing.
>>41204778>> a) get in the carriageWe are here on business I assume, it would be rude to do anything else until we meet with our host
>>41204778Get in the carrige
Manners, manners. You figure there will be opportunity later, and if not, you can rest when you are dead. For now you hop into the carriage and before you know it you have been whisked off to an estate deep into the hinterlands of what used to be Germany.You arrive at a slightly crumbling looking manor. Pocked walls and a few shattered areas seems to indicate that the place has seen combat recently, although nothing too outrageous. Still... you feel tense. This is a combat zone.You are escorted into the manor, where disapproving aristocratic faces stare at you as you walk down the main hall. You can catch a few words like Hochmeister here or there. Evidently this person claims descent from the Teutonic Knights.The chamberlain opens the doors at the end of this corridor, revealing a large, well-lit banquet room. At the end of the table is a man wearing hunting clothes. What is a little more disconcerting is the fact that there is a large dead deer's head lying on the table bleeding all over the fine silk cloth, and the man appears to be casually dangling an MG08 with the tripod removed where one would normally place a hunting rifle. Being a bit of an avid reader, you had read an American story about a Russian hunter that sought the prey of live humans.You think you've found the inspiration."Letter. Table. Now." booms the madman.a) Letter. Table. Now.b) "I'd like to introduce myself..."
>>41205355>b) "I'd like to introduce myself..."
>>41205355a) Better do what they say for now. These dudes seem to have failed some sanity rolls.
>>41205355>> Alets listen to the VERY nice crazy man, and not get killed by having a spoon shoved through our eyesockets
>>41205355>a) Letter. Table. Now.
>>41205355OP? OP is kill
>>41201900>You could retrieve your men tomorrow.Uhh how? We were meant to go pick them up the day after from the tommies, and now we're in Poland with no choice in the matter when we apparently had a week before this trip?Why didn't we pick up our men?
>>41209477good question, that timeskip doesn't make sense
>>41207197>>41207982Was on train, sorry for disruption.During the war, you've run into a kind of German that is very unique. They seem to scoff at danger, they seem to repel bullets, and seem convinced of their own immortality. You've also met the complete whackjobs, the ones whoa re just as likely to turn their heavy artillery on you as the enemy. This guy is undoubtedly one of those whackjobs.You quickly take out the letter and place it on the table near the man. At the same time, you place your hand on one of the chairs, ready to duck behind it should your new friend decide to greet you with an twenty round burst. Fortunately for everyone involved, including the dining room, the man simply reaches forward and grabs the envelope. You see trigger calluses on every single one of his fingers on that hand."Good to know that you're not one of those General Staff pukes," he scoffs. "In case you were wondering, I am indeed Walther von Luttwitz, lately of the Reichswehr, and now a hunter and hobbyist in exile." You nod stiffly, doing the usual Prussian salute. "Unterleutnant Walther Heckmann, at your service.""Aha, one of the boys. With more men like you we would've shown those Bolshevik scum and Jewish backstabbers what a real government would be like." Fire flashes in his eyes, but it quickly fades. "As it is though, I am only hunting deer, and the occasional Pole that tries to collect "taxes.""You understand why the place is a battlezone now."In any case, I suppose you are wondering why we brought you all the way here from the Ruhr to Pissnan," he says, butchering the Polish pronunciation with the condescending tone of a Brandenburg aristocrat. "And it's because we need you to do some spy work." He coughs violently. "I'd rather just send in some Stosstruppen, level the damn place, but von Seeckt insisted, so..."You're not liking the sound of this one bit.
>>41209477>>41209583It's been a week since then, during which you picked up your men with the alcohol you acquired from the garrison bar "maid."
>>41209663ah good to hear, you dropped your trip by the way
"In any case," Luttwitz continues, "you were with Ober-Ost, right? Good fellows, most of them." Fellows meaning the entire Eastern Command of the Imperial army, sure. You were a member of 10th Army, the main Eastern Front field army, and the one that got to hold the Baltics for years after the war while the Soviets, Poles, and other ne'er do wells ran amok declaring their little bandit states."Well, when Ober-Ost pulled out, we abandoned a lot of military supplies around that the Poles ended up stealing. Some of them are things that we really shouldn't have left behind. Like gas."Shit."A rather large amount of gas was left behind near Bromberg (a formerly German city near East Prussia), and we're damn sure the Poles have all of it. Pilsudski has probably had time to digest his gains from the Soviet War, and is now thought to be making noise at recreating Tannenburg and conquering East Prussia while the Entente ties us up like a Belgian village girl."You nod, while privately questioning his imagery."Of course, we all know that any Prussian soldier can hold off 40 times his number of Poles. But that's assuming that the Poles don't use chemical weapons. Which we believe they now have."Here it comes..."That's why we need you to find out where these chemical weapons have been moved. We have some intel as to their location. Once you discover the weapons, you'll need to gain control of a radio broadcasting system and broadcast the coordinates in code.""But how do you intend to destroy the weapons? The Entente will be, uh, most displeased any offensive action.""Who said we would do anything? The, uh, Lithuanians, shall we say, have an artillery battery undergoing some training exercises in Prussia, conveniently near the border so as to be in range of the probable locations. Any other questions?" a) This is absolutely insane.b) This is absolutely insane.c) Perfectly clear.d) (write-in)
>>41209912>c) Perfectly clear.I'm sure nohing bad will happen.
>>41209912b) This is absolutely insane.c) Perfectly clear.both, and now I need to leave for work
I am getting kidnapped by a book review that needs to be finished, so unfortunately this will be the last post for today."Well, my orders are certainly clear. When do I set off?" If this performance doesn't get you the lead role at the Berlin Opera House, nothing will."Perfect! You will, of course, spend the night here, and pay your respects to the Baroness. I will have Martin make sure you have supplies for your mission.""...I'm sorry, the Baroness? I thought this was a Baron's estate.""Yes, the Baronness. Baroness von Krestchman."The name sounds familiar but you can't recall it. "Where would I find the Baroness?""She's over in the marshland, doing botany," says Luttwitz, already getting up and turning to leave, He suddenly stops and blanches. "Oh, and don't call her Baroness."Anything that can put the fear of God into this wacko might be bad for your health. "I see. How should I refer to her as?""Oh, her first name of course.""Erika."
>>41203973Well DAMIT! I'll read up before I try voting then.Plz number them in the future.
oh shit, this is on. give me a sec to read.
>>41210378>I am getting kidnapped by a book review that needs to be finishedOn next time on Weimar Quest!"Quick! Wilhelm assemble the men! The Kaiser has been kidnapped!""By whom General?"........... A book.What?! ... BOOMrandomexplooshions!
>>41211919I want to know who this baroness is
Also for late comers:Pt1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/40944771/Pt2: https://archive.moe/tg/thread/40965253/Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Weimar+QuestAnd titter is on top.
>>41212007I'll brainstorm with ya as soon as I catch up. on 2nd part now.
>>41209583>>41209477Just realized the same thing and freaked out, >>41209663 Thank Gott!A timeskip? Fuuuu- Its going to be one of those quest where if we don't procrastinate and do the main quest options first instead of last then we lose out.>>41212007I'm guessing its Carmen Sandiego in disguise!
>>41210378Thanks for running Kaiser, I'm looking forward to the next thread