MotF 232: On A Pale Horse

MotF 232: On A Pale Horse

The Challenge


Make a map showing either the spread or the aftermath of a plague or epidemic disease.

The Restrictions

There are no restrictions on when the PoD of your map should be. Fantasy, sci-fi, and future maps are allowed.

If you're not sure whether your idea meets the criteria of this challenge, please feel free to PM me or comment in the main thread.
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Entries will end for this round when the voting thread is posted on Monday, March 15, 2021.
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An Examination of the Plague Outbreak of 529 in the Republic of Kootenai.
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The outbreak of the Plague in the Republic of Kootenai in the year of Divine Flame 529 was a major shock to the Kaskadin region. It is thought that the Plague had originally come from the Republic of Yukon in the north, but now it is thought that it might have originated from a virus frozen in the rapidly melting glacial ice. The Plague first hit the town of Bonner, where it wiped out 4/5th of the population. News spread just about as fast as the virus. The (at that time) small town of Spoakann locked down early, utilizing soldiers from the nearby Fort Alvey to blockade anything coming from Cordalane or farther north, which ended up sparing much of the town's population. Everything east of Spoakann was hit hard by the plague, leaving multiple towns and villages with either half or their entire populations. The residents of Bonner would eventually move to Sanpoint and the 743 residents of Fort Callis would eventually be transfered to Fort Alvey. The death over half of the population would eventually lead to the Republic of Kootenai to be conquered by the Governorship of Walla'allah, a neo-republican state that stretched from the city of Walla'allah to the small town of Rosalia, in the year of Divine Flame 592. The town of Bonner would become abandoned in 536 and Fort Callis would eventually be formed into a small settlement between Sanpoint and Cordalane in 585.
The now province of Kootanei would eventually bounce back from the devastation that the plague brought with it. By the year of the Divine Flame 665, the region was experiencing prosperity, being one of the major trade route stops on the Maple Highway brought lots of money into the city, and a cultural renaissance with an explosion of artistic works either rediscovered or being written anew. The Plague of 529 would feature heavily in the works, being the focal point of at least 4 plays, 2 novels, a plethora of short stories, and multiple neo-folk songs.
 
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For many English students, it comes as a pleasant surprise how the northernmost region of Noord-Amerika is still known as 'New England' and that its traditional inhabitants are still known as 'Engelse', and speak a language that, while having its differences and its loanwords from either Dutch or various Native languages from the region, and with its own quirks and archaisms, is remarkably similar to English. They live especially in the countryside of the region between the Hudson River and the northernmost of the Appalachian mountains that reach across the country, while the coasts of the region are dominated by Dutch-speaking urbanites and a plethora of immigrants who come from all across the once world-spanning Dutch Empire and, of course, the petit Wampanoag Kingdom, on the shoreline, still dominated by the traditional Native hierarchies.

The history behind the region, with its patchwork of peoples and traditions, is rather fascinating, as are its ties to the old England.

For how did this come to be? Well, and although this might surprise many, once upon a time England was a considerable power of their own, with an empire that competed with the Dutch, French and Spanish for influence, with colonies in the Caribbean, in Africa and in India that provided great amounts of wealth. English ships were pioneers in the seas and English settlers ventured into what until then were the uncharted lands of North America, and established what were remarkably profitable colonies across the North American Atlantic seaboard, especially around Chesepiook Bay and in North America.

What changed, then? Well, the English Empire, that started rather well in the 16th century, ran into some issues over the 17th century, even if the century started on a hopeful note . Religious and political conflicts would lead to a very bloody civil war in the 1640s, which was then followed by the First English Commonwealth, which faced a constant streak of repression and uprisings and that would eventually collapse into a Restoration of the Monarchy in 1660. A Restoration that proved rather short-lived when the kingdom faced a strange combination of misadventures, In 1665, a rather nasty plague would strike London with all its might, bringing the city to a grinding halt and, with it, risking the well-being of the entire kingdom. A risk that was more than fulfilled when, of all things, the city caught on fire, which apparently only served to spread the disease across the country and the overseas empire, as people and rats alike fled, each of them carrying fleas with them, and went across the country and the colonies spreading their pestilence and causing massacres wherever they landed.

It destroyed England. Most English cities saw their populations depleted (London was just obliterated from the face of the Earth, and to this day it is a pile of debris of fascinating historical interest), the country in general saw its population depleted (and it would take about two centuries to recover) and the system of government simply collapsed upon its own failures. The monarchy fell for one last time and the first of a streak of republican governments started under a new Commonwealth of England. Meanwhile, Scotland, which had hitherto been attached to England through a personal union, detached itself for good as well, as did Ireland, which called on a French prince to serve as their new King. Both those royal houses have their ultimate origins in the fall of the English Monarchy over the plague of 1665.

The colonies of the English were as devastated as any other English land. Many settlements simply died off, especially in the south of the American seaboard, while others had to be evacuated. In New England in particular, many of its colonists would abandon its sea-bound cities and try their luck in the interior, hoping to flee the plague. At the same time, the Wampanoag would take the opportunity to rise in revolt and burn down a number of English settlements, further contributing to the fall of English society around their lands. This would be followed by the Dutch takeover of the region, taking advantage of the English weakness to take up most of their territories, not only in North America, but in the Caribbean, Africa and India, being an important step in the ascendancy of the Dutch Empire.

The Engelse originate from those who fled from the coastlines and the original settlements to escape the plague, the Wampanoag and the Dutch and that would, for the following century, craft their own small independent statelets, with their own cultural heritage and ideals, a period that would slowly dissolve itself unto a New Netherlander and later Noord-Amerikan absorption of their states into their northern provinces, an absorption which would come to generate a great amount of conflict, first in interstate wars, and then in civil uprisings in the fledging young nation.

Those are the origins of the Engelse. Born out of colonization, religious strife, disease and war, they crafted for themselves a culture that is unique and take tells us of a world that was much different than our own.

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Basically the idea here was to have the Great London Fire and the Great Plague of London hit at the same time and lead to the fall of the English Empire. My first thoughts were to focus on the North American situation, split between the French, Natives and Dutch, but ultimately, I found the idea of 'Puritan Boers' too interesting not to explore better and went for this.

I think the map has its own charms that went rather well, and I'm pleased with the way it turned out, even if I still have some doubts on what I should have done with it.
 
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HEREFORD'S REBELLION (387 AP)

In the 387th year after the plague (AP), the nation of Ingland - a feudalistic state led by the pre-plague Government of the country that had re-conquered much of the country after a long anarchy, was thrown into it's greatest challenge to the Government's authority yet. The Hereford dynasty has long proven a thorn in the side of the Inglish Government in Aylesburee. Ambitious and expansionist, the Herefords descend from a long line of warrior rulers in Herefordshire, legendary fighters known as the Esayas, who supposedly before the plague were the greatest warriors in Britun - or maybe even the world. Relatively new to the table in Ingland's ever-shifting balance of power after their conquest of the Gloster valley half a century ago, the family has made a name for themselves preying on the weaknesses of smaller Counties throughout the heartland of Ingland; Mayorships, Lord-ships and Councils, having fractured over the centuries of relative peace, stability and valuable trade the region has experienced. The Herefords exploited this weakness and lack of martial ability, often through subterfuge and threats simply forcing counties to bend the knee as the weak Priminsters of Ingland under the Dreyfuss family sat back and watched, often using the Herefords to collect unpaid tax debts, settle personal scores and simply re-impose their will upon the agriculturally wealthy Inglish heartlands. Yet, it was not their will being imposed; but that of the Herefords. Of course, they would come to recognize this when only five years prior to their rebellion, the Herefords invaded and seized the trade city of Lufburah - taking with it the last of the north-south Motaway trade roads that mattered - despite of course the A1, though this has declined in value as the Norfsee trade routes with Yurup dried up. In capturing these routes, suddenly the Herefords had gained monopoly over trade between the North and South of Ingland - a devastating blow to the Inglish treasury, and Priminster David Dreyfuss II. With the Motaway system having only ever been disrupted to such a degree once, during the highwayman crisis in the 100's following James Dreyfuss' restoration of order in Ingland, such a loss would prove too devastating and embarrassing for the corrupt Dreyfuss family's fule. The embarrassment would result in a vote of no confidence by the cabinet in the Government Palace at Chekers - the first Priminster to be removed from office in over a century, and his replacement by Sara of Bedford - an influential and cunning political leader of the times.

Aiming to re-assert control over the Motaway system in order to revive trade and restore income to the Inglish treasury, Bedford would soon dispatch messengers to the Hereford seat in Stratfurd demanding the evacuation of their forces from Lufburah, asserting that the conquest was illegal and the lands should be restored to Lufburah City Council control. The Herefords, never one to back down, soon returned the envoy to Chekers with a glove - throwing down the gauntlet in a symbolic threat to the Priminsters authority and refusing her demands. It would be war.

Elsewhere in the country, religious enclaves at York, Lincon and Kanturbery, supported by their ally in the faith in Duram, continue to assert their independence following the now removed Priminster David Dreyfuss' II attempt to restore order over their respective cities. The two enclaves, which rebelled and have remained independent since only ten years after the great re-unification of the country under Government control in 110AP, continue to practice the old faith in their devotion to a mystical being called 'God'. Despite attempts to demonstrate the weaknesses of their religious view, the Government continues to be unable to spread the good word of 'Enechess' to the cities, which has long been the faith of the Inglish people since the plague.

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My first submission to a MotF, and it took a while. Honestly there's so much lore that's in this map I've forgotten parts of it and unfortunately don't have time to write it up before the deadline - so hope y'all like it! More than happy to answer questions on the main thread though.
 
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Tchrillik States = States ruled by Tchrillik. Can range from settler colonies to warlord dominions to offshoots of actual homeworld nations.
Human Puppet States = Human ruled states heavily under the influence of one or another Tchrillik organisation.
Human Independent States = Independent states ruled by humans, with governmental organisation and bureaucracy.

Human Warlord Sates = Independent "states" ruled by humans, generally closer to oversized gangs than anything else, with little in the way of actual administration beyond the extraction of tribute.

In January 1901, five alien war machines landed in Woking. Hulking masses of machinery armoured with strong ceramic composites far in advance of what any earthly technology could hope to produce, over the coming weeks they would embark on a path of havoc and destruction throughout Surrey until at last being taken down by a massed force of siege guns and heavy artillery around Richmond Hill. Over the coming weeks, the newspapers would be filled with a flurry of talk and speculation surrounding what by all accounts had been a genuine alien invasion – and on British soil at that! While most praised the valour of the British soldiers, the might of the Empire for its ability to vanquish even this existential threat, there were others who had deeper questions about what exactly the implications of the "invasion" were. The technology of the war machines was certainly sophisticated, but on closer examination the actual design seemed, if anything, makeshift – weathered and semi-disrepaired components cobbled together. That impossibly strong armour had been jury-rigged, and though the materials were unfamiliar, the improvised repairs were obvious. As for the aliens themselves, half the spindly, six-limbed forms pulled out of the wrecks were already dead, and not purely from battle injuries either if their sickly and wasted bodies were anything to go by. The other half was scarcely in much better condition, and died one-by-one soon thereafter themselves. Every piece of investigation only yielded further questions. Those who wondered at such things would have much more pressing matters on their minds soon enough however.

"The British Fever" they called it, though the disease was nothing like the flu, and hadn't come from Britain either, not originally at least. Extremely virulent, capable of staying infectious on a surface for up to a month, capable of staying in incubation for at least 3 weeks – easily long enough to last the journey from London to America or India before showing symptoms. Symptoms onset rapidly – fever first, chills and headaches. Discolouration of the skin to a mottled yellow-purple hue, black in the extremities. Then euphoria, hyperactivity, mania. Sudden bursts of aggression against surrounding individuals. Bleeding from eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and other orifices. Death within a week at most. No cure, no treatment, very little immunity.

The first wave in London killed over two million people.

The Fever swept rapidly across the world. Attempts to fight back against the spread were made, some more effective than others. Quarantines were put into place, islands and cities blocked and cordoned off. Publish transportation limited, schools, theatres and churches closed. There were debates over the viability of face-masks, riots over the banning of gatherings and the imposing of social-distancing measures, but the governments of the world were willing to attempt anything if it should mean halting the spread of the new and terrible disease that suddenly afflicted them. Most of the time, it was too little, too late. Even if they were devised in time, effectively organising them was another matter – and if that was accomplished, the question then became how long they could be held in place. The fever spared no one in its onslaught, and after the first great wave came the second, the third.

Not all of the casualties were from the Fever itself either. How many people became destitute, when their dependable source of income was lost? When fields went unharvested and uncared for for the dearth of people to look over them, and even that which was harvested had less chance still of being transported? How many people starved in those days, or died in the dozens of petty wars and conflicts that sprung up in the aftermath? A government might attempt to keep order, but how could it expect to do that when its own members were dying by the droves? The British Fever was the root cause, but in its wake lay a hundred other petty tragedies in the unravelling of civilisation. It is impossible to fully comprehend the degree of loss faced by humanity, but perhaps a single statistic should suffice.

The population of the world totalled around 1.6 billion in the year 1900. Thirty years later, it was closer to 70 million, and only continuing to fall.

It was mankind's fortune that the Tchrillik had suffered similarly – little wonder given it had been on their homeworld that the terrible disease had originated in the first place, a highly adaptable bioweapon that had gone very, very wrong. As their own governments at home attempted to combat the plague, newly emptied out Earth was met with the dregs and refuse of their alien race. Armed and starving refugees, opportunistic criminals and unethically run companies, rebels and terrorists fleeing from the law, would-be conquerors with more ambition than sense; they were the pond-scum of their centauroid kind, but when a technological divide of millennia is in play, even pond-scum become near-unassailable foes. The Tasmanian Aboriginals could attest to that, and now the British learned it for themselves.

In the year 2021, the landscape of Great Britain is a much changed place. The lands of the south are, for the most part, empty and desolate – once the wealthy hub of Britain, they were mostly emptied out by the Fever, and the warm temperature of the place was unkind enough to the Tchrillik to deter most invasion and settlement. The largest Tchrillik power here is Kirnall, a conglomeration of illegal miners who use alien machinery to take advantage of its mineral resources to a degree the natives could scarcely have imagined, in thoroughness and destructiveness. Around 11,000 humans live in the entire place, and even that thinly spread number is still falling. There aren't many jobs to be had in the largely automated mineworks, and Kirnall itself is a blasted strip-mine of a country, mile after miles of polluted and desolate wastes the dust from which sometimes blows as far east as London.

Beyond Kirnall lies only the Green Emptiness – a vast stretch near-uninhabited land, cities, settlements and rails crumbling and overgrown. You will find wandering tribes here and there, a few communities of settled agriculturalists, but no powers of note, not even warlords. Travel far enough east though, and you will run into the Kingdom of P'ritchin, a large human protectorate that centres its power around the River Thames, its government growing less influential the further one travels from its banks. Originally a rump-state amounting to little more than a few miles around Windsor Castle under the rule of Henry Duke of Gloucester (last known surviving member of the House of Windsor), in the 1930s it was propped up into a major regional power by a forward-thinking Tchrillik homeworld state that saw the potential future value in a "legitimate" ally on this alien planet. These days, P'ritchin is one of the most heavily Tchrillik-ised human states on the island, as shown aptly by the name of its current absolute monarch, King Tzarrik, grandson of Henry, who wears his hair dyed and spiked and appears in public in an elaborately embroidered hood-shield and tasseled garb edged with metal and padded with ceramic plate – imitations of Tchrillik fashion the materials of which cannot be recreated, but the styles of which certainly can. War-machines and exotic matter weapons are imported at exorbitant prices for P'ritchin's soldiers, industrial equipment for its few factories, flashy vehicles and cybernetic implants for its elites, but even understanding how they work at all is something beyond the capabilities of any scientist or engineer in the Kingdom, and recreating them a pipe dream. The average person in P'ritchin has an 18th century standard of living, and London has a population of 20,000.

Surrounding the Kingdom of P'ritchin are scavenger states – petty warlords who extort tribute from the communities beneath them, and build their rule on the back of leftover Tchrillik technology, carefully scavenged, repurposed if still usable, and harvested for its materials if not. Either way it mostly goes towards their constant wars with one another, sending them on an ever worsening downward spiral.

Beyond, the landscape grows desolate once again, albeit not nearly so much so as in the Green Emptiness. Here a variety of tribes and communities slowly rebuild, trading and intermarrying with one another, their way of life comparatively peaceful as such things go, apart from the occasional flare-up of war or raiding. Industry is lost here, but the old factories and works leave behind plenty of steel and brick to scavenge. One who lives here easily never see a Tchrillik in all their lives, though they may well come across some artefact of theirs in trade.

Further on, and one comes into the industrial region of the old Black Country, a name immortalised in the Tchrillik state of "Plakuntchry" that dominates in these parts. Founded by a small group of alien entrepreneurs (and debtors) who conquered just enough to serve their needs, these days they exploit it to its full potential with industrial works built from a mixture of imported technology and cobbled-together contraptions, either way still far in advance of any human products. The soil is poison, the water orange, the air choked with smog and the sun obscured, but from Plakuntchry flows not only a large, steady stream of raw materials, but also some of the only Tchrillik technology actually manufactured on Earth, a fact which makes trade relations with it exceedingly desired by its neighbours. To its south sits the puppet state of Birmingham which largely exists as a source of resources and manpower, whilst to its north lie the Coal States: warlord realms who continue to maintain a degree of industrial capacity, even if it still remains at the level of the 1900s.

Go east of here and you will find char country. A great war was fought here once, proxy wars between Tchrillik powers and human puppet-states pressed into service for the sake of some distant and unexplainable conflict light-years away. Eventually the conflict must have ended – certainly the proxy wars did – but decades of conflict employing actual military grade Tchrillik weaponry (as opposed to the cheap, improvised and cobbled-together junk that normally makes its way to Earth) has left this place a charred and burnt wasteland even worse than Kirnall, barren of life but for the occasional engineered bioweapon, and to this day poisoned enough that even a brief excursion guarantees, if not immediate death, the acquisition of some debilitating illness in one's future.

There used to be a multitude of successor states in Northumbria, either holdovers of pre-Plague government entities, or warlord states making steps towards organisation and legitimacy. Only Mannin and the U.K survive now, and even then in a beaten-down form. The west were eradicated in a thorough and systemic wave of genocide some ten or fifteen years ago – not a war, not a conflict, an extermination. What was left of humanity here dispassionately extirpated to the last. Black-hued flora and scraggy alien beasts spread into these lands now, doing away with the native earthly ecosystems as thoroughly as the Tchrillik did away with the native humans. At some point in the future, the power that did this will use them. For the moment, they are simply cleared.

Though they can tolerate warmer temperatures, for the most part the Tchrillik were a race who evolved in chilly environments on a cold, dim planet. Other parts of the island they can tolerate, but Scotland is the closest to the environment of their home, and for this reason it has grown a particularly popular location for refugee settlers and terrorist organisations in search of a place to base their "states" out of. The Scottish Highlands are some of the most densely Tchrillik-populated areas in the world, let alone Britain, a fact of particular poor fortune for the surviving humans already living there. Systemic campaigns of extermination are common in this region, not as bad as in the Cleared Lands, but thorough and harsh nevertheless. These days humans are already extinct in a number of areas, and but for a few small tribes and pockets, may vanish entirely from the region over the next 50 years, particularly as the aliens endeavour to replace the local ecosystems with those of their own world. The protecter ate of Skotland is running on borrowed time.

Strict quarantine measures in the Shetlands prevented the Fever from ever spreading there, and for a time they were lucky – at least until 1974, when a group of rogue Tchrillik scientists took over the place in a fell-swoop, seeking a location both distant enough from the homeworld to conduct illegal experiments, and with ample biological test subjects nearby. The products of such experiments are what has earned the place the nickname "Isle of Abominations", most notoriously at all being their attempts at Tchrillik-Human hybridisation, attempts which, it is rumoured, have in recent years been successful. Whether or not such rumours are true of course is a matter hotly debated, but either way they have been enough for King Tzarrik of P'ritchin to begin making overtures to the isle....
 
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There's no rule it has to be people plague, is there?

The scenario is mostly laid out on the map: Imperial Japan gets its hands on some Microcyclus ulei, the blight that makes rubber cultivation (as opposed to searching for wild rubber) untenable in the Amazon, and uses it on British rubber plantations in Ceylon. The date corresponds to the OTL Easter Sunday Raid. The damage won't be great enough to change the overall course of the war, but it will make life a bit harder for the Allies. The presence of blight in Ceylon will pose a threat to the much larger rubber plantations of Southeast Asia--and thus indirectly the global economic and industrial order--for several decades, stimulating research and development of synthetic rubbers. In the 1970s the danger will pass with the eradication of rubber trees from the island. The government, however, will keep samples of the blight alive for scientific purposes and, perhaps, as a deterrent weapon of last resort--a sort of economic nuke.

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I didn't think I was going to enter this time, but in the end I couldn't resist. This map was thrown together very hastily and with minimal research. For about six hours' work, I'm quite proud of it!
 
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