THE
ANTWERP FUSILIERS
Free rules for historical wargames & fantasy games
by members of Tin Soldiers of Antwerp.

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The Minerva Campaign is situated in
an imaginary world that resembles our own planet (timeframe
around 1915), but events that took place in our world might be set at different
dates or in different places in
this fictional setting, thus making any resemblance between this fiction and
real history, -people, -events and -places purely a matter of imagination.
Stories
by Rudi Geudens & Willie Bogaerts.
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INTRODUCTION - PLEASE READ THIS FIRST. You'll have to forgive me for not signing with my real name, nor disclose my whereabouts, but - after having read my story - I'm sure you will understand my reasons for being so secretive. I am an ordinary person with an ordinary job but with a somewhat eccentric hobby. I'm a wargamer... For those of you who need to be enlighted: I collect miniature soldiers to paint, build armies and stage miniature battles on tabletop battlefields. A somewhat strange but otherwise totally innocent passtime that has turned into a way of life, so much even that I can hardly pick up an object without thinking whether it could be converted to some miniature something of use to my hobby. It will not come as a surprise to you then that I regularly frequent fleamarkets in search of cheap toys or trinkets to fulfill my miniature needs. About a year ago, during one of my fleamarket raids, I noticed a pile of old documents tucked away in the corner of a bookstall. Judging by the off-white paper, they had to be well over 50 years old, so I had a closer look. The pile did not only contain printed, typed and handwritten material, but some lovely old maps as well. If there is something a wargamer can't resist (beside models), it is well made maps for sure. I must have been browsing the pile for quite a while (time flies...) when the voice of the stallkeeper brought me back to earth. "Are you interested, sir?" he asked (though I won't mention here in what language this conversation took place) "I'll make a good price for you" he added. The price was ridicilously low indeed (some might disagree with that...), so I paid the man and carried the heavy cardboard box to my car, after the old gentleman had thanked me for my business and had added "There is more where this came from, please feel free to drop by again, I'm here in this very spot every week!". After having taken the box to my car, I continued my visit to the fleamarket and picked up some nice plastic toys that would eventually end up as something completely different, and went home. The next couple of days were rather hectic and it wasn't until the end of that week that I found the time to take a closer look at the papers I had bought. Fortunately I had that day off, because - once I started reading - I just couldn't stop! At first I thought I had acquired notes and background information for some sort of novel, but soon enough I realized that the events and people described could well have been from the real world, however fantastic the story behind it sounded. I took some notes and started checking data on the internet and at the university library and - as far as I could find out - this seemed to be a real story indeed... Very much intrigued, I decided to do two things. First, I would contact a friend of mine who is a professor at the said university to check on the age of the paper the documents are printed on. Secondly, I would once more pay a visit to the fleamarket to pick up the rest of the files. My friend told me it would take a couple of weeks before he would have the test results, but the very next Sunday I went back to the fleamarket and the old bookseller. He greeted me with a smile. "I knew you would be back" he said "Please return at noon when the market closes and I'll take you home with me to pick up the rest of the papers". So I did. Fortunately, the old gentleman (let's call him Maurice) lived only a short stretch from the marketsquare and soon a second box of documents had changed hands for some petty cash. "I'm sure I still have some more somewhere" he said "but you'll have to allow me a couple of weeks to sort through my things to find'm. You're welcome to collect'm for free. I've been sitting on them for many years, ever since the old spinster they had belonged to had passed away".
Again, work caught up with me and I just couldn't spare the time to explore the second box, until - about two weeks later - my professor friend phoned me to inform me that some of the paper samples I had provided him with dated from around 1910, others from 1930... You can imagine my excitement: the documents were at least genuine! Though I had made previous arrangements for the next Sunday, I cancelled these and went instead to the fleamarket, only to meet disappointment: Maurice's space was empty... I asked the guy manning the adjacent stall about Maurice and he said "I guess the old boy must be ill, he hasn't shown up for two weeks in a row now". I decided to walk the short stretch to the home of Maurice. I ringed the bell but none answered, and I was just about to return to the market when I noticed the frontdoor wasn't properly closed. I entered the building, calling Maurice from the hall, but still no answer, so I went in further. Much to my surprise, the old building - only a few weeks ago filled with all Maurice owned - was not only completely empty, but spic & span too, as if it had only recently be cleaned by an army of chambermaids. Totally puzzled and confused I went back to the market: perhaps someone there could tell me if Maurice had been taken to hospital or someplace else? But - surely - his furniture and possessions would then still be in the house, not? I had just returned to the square, when the guy I had asked about Maurice called me. "You seem to be in demand" he joked "Just after you had left, two gentlemen in black suits with sunglasses - of all things with this overcast! - came by and informed if someone had been asking about Maurice. I thought they might be of assistance to you, so I pointed them to his house, but it seemed they knew the way. Look, there they come!". I spotted the two men in black entering the square some 100 yards away, and with one glance I knew enough. They stepped up their pace and came straight for me, slipping their right hand in their pocket. I didn't wait for an introduction and sprinted away. Fortunately, my headstart was plenty to reach my car which was parked in the next street and I took off unhindered before they came running round the corner. Since my narrow escape, I have been sorting out the documents from both boxes whenever I had time and although I still have a long way to go to finsih, I now start putting the contents of these papers here on the internet, ever fearing I won't be able to complete my task before my well dressed friends find out who I am and where to find me. Keep an eye on these pages: the story of Minerva makes fascinating reading, well beyond human imagination... Wish
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NOTES ON THE PLANET MINERVA AND THE ELDER ANCIENTS. Hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, and nitrogen are abundant in the Universe, and they are the basic elements for organic molecules. Probably organic molecules were formed in various locations in the Universe. Among these four elements, only carbon atoms have four arms for bonding and are able to combine with hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, and carbon in various manners. As a result, a variety of organic molecules with different chemical reactions and functions were created. These organic molecules, whose main structures are made of carbon atoms, seem to polymerize and become complicated polymer substances such as protein (folded structure) and DNA (double helix). They hold the key to the various functions (e.g. enzyme, genetic information) that are essential for life. Such an evolution took place a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (...), evolving over animal lifeforms to one of the most intelligent species the Universe has ever seen and now known to us - humble earthlings - as "the Elder Ancients" or "Elders"... Over tens of thousands of years, the Elders' intelligence and knowledge grew and their ongoing research not only resulted in the development of Turbo Space Access Portals (TSA-Portals), enabling them to travel to the far end of the Universe, but also in germline engineering, involving changing genes in eggs, sperm, or very early embryos. This type of engineering is inheritable, meaning that the modified genes would appear not only in any children that resulted from the procedure, but in all succeeding generations. Germline engineering became controversial with the Elders, due to fear for the ability to change the very underlying nature of their species in fundamental ways according simply to personal values of the individuals undergoing or performing the change on their children. This resulted in the epic "Germ Wars", a series of long and bloody civil wars. After centuries of combat, the supporters of germline engineering were finally beaten and inihilated, except for a small group that succeeded in escaping through one of the TSA-Portals situated on an uninhabited planet, seconds before it was pulverzed by a nuclear explosion, leaving no trace as to their destination... This destination was in fact a planet in the small "Sol"-system (in the Milky Way), that later became known to mankind as ... "Minerva".
Once settled on their new world, the renegade Elders continued their germline experiments, resulting in thousands of new species which they not only populated Minerva with, but also its "twin" planet Earth (along with the construction of several TSA-Portals there). Some of their genetic creations thrived on one world but disappeared on the other, becoming the stuff of legends as time faded, such as was the case with Earth's dwarfs and dragons. Apart from animals and plants not found on Earth, the three predominant resident races on Minerva are d'Worffs, humans and Hominis. d'Worffs are stocky and short (much like in our dwarven tales), humans are carbon copies of ourselves and Hominis look exactly like we do, but they are about a head smaller and (mostly) slender built. The d'Worffs are the predominant Minervan civilisation. Both humans and hominis have their own civilisations, ranging from prehistoric to late 19th C-ish, depending on what community/country they belong to. The Elders, as keepers of the planet, initially kept the three races apart by use of a "state religion", whereby they were portraying themselves as (demi-)gods, supporting the countries' governments (as long as these behaved...) and policing the planet aboard their "floating islands". History tending to repeat itself, Minerva's Elders once more took up arms against each other - this time over... religion (of all things! - but even super-beings seem to have a need for the gods...). One faction saw Ometeotl as their supreme being (as well as a number of lesser deities), the other faction worshipped Ra and his minions. Both factions tried to gain control over Minerva and Earth, first in a peaceful way by means of spreading their faith, later in open war. Now - more than 2500 years later - this war has nearly anihilated the Elders of Minerva (Earth has been long abandoned by them, the TSA-Gates there being buried upon their departure). The present few surviving Elders on Minerva (weak and desperately trying to keep the species they have created under control) not only fear each other but also the arrival of their onetime brethern (or their minions) from their home galaxy. Yes, the chase is still on... Their current lack of control has also resulted in (civil) war between d'Worffs, men and hominis, so the situation is - to say the least - rather unstable. However, (at least right now) no other Elders from a far away galaxy are about to enter Minerva through the TSA-Portals, but men from Earth... |
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ORIGINS AND GRAND STRATEGY IN WORLD WAR I: THE GREATEST SCAM IN HISTORY...
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THE
PLANET MINERVA - THE LAY OF THE LAND - MAPS OF COUNTRIES AND REGIONS.
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Industrial village (manufacturing, woodworks etc) |
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Harbour All seaside towns have harbours |
Agricultural area + village(s) |
Coal or ore mine |
Diac mine |
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Campsite (may be abandoned) |
Large ancient ruins |
Place of worship |
TSA-Portal A gate to Earth |
Roads and bridges |
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PLEASE
NOTE THAT THESE MAPS ARE ARTISTS IMPRESSIONS OF THE LAND. OUTLINES
OF LAND AND SEA AND MOUNTAIN RANGES ARE TO SCALE BUT OTHER TERRAIN FEATURES
(SUCH AS WOODS, TOWNS ETC) ARE SYMBOLS AND OVER SCALE. SMALLER RIVERS
AND STREAMS HAVE BEEN OMITTED. ALL CONTINENTS ON MINERVA ARE GROUPED
IN THE ATLANTEAN OCEAN, SO IT IS POSSIBLE TO (e.g.) REACH THE EASTCOAST
OF TOERKISTAN BY SAILING WESTWARDS FROM ENGÜLLAND, BUT THIS IS
A HAZARDOUS VOYAGE... ONE CANNOT CROSS THE POLES HOWEVER: THEY
ARE UNINHABITABLE DUE TO THEIR POISONOUS ATMOSPHERE AND THOSE WHO VENTURED
THERE HAVE NEVER RETURNED...
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Map
of NW Minerva - Aran (Pirate) Isles
NW Minerva is situated NW of Engülland |
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