BirdNES 3: When Worlds Collide

mea culpa guys. Between RL (replacing 7 rooms worth of windows and then having to repaint the walls and put the rooms back together, long hours at work and pressure to get the forum rules and infraction system rewritten, I have not had much time to write the update. But It is getting close, and I expect to get it up this weekend. I am still waiting for one pm answer too.
 
We understand Bird. Don't sweat it. With age comes responsibility. :p You can't be a young free spirit forever. :lol:
 
Its okay, its just that, with all the time since sending orders, the weight of guilt from betraying all those people really starts to weigh on me... Oh well, sleeping on massive piles of gold should help.
 
Thanks for keeping us in the loop Beej :) We wait with patience.
 
Looks good for tomorrow. One more war to resolve and then tidy up the maps and stats.
 
w00p-w00p!

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Pre-Update 5: 1511-1515: Alea iacta est

Characters:
Nicholas Verner (born 1470) head of the House of Verner
Helene Verner, wife (born 1472)
Jean Claude Vauchamps, Helene’s brother (born 1480)
Claire O’Rourke, sweetheart of Jean Claude, (b 1487)
Father Francis, Catholic priest

The palace of Ahmed Nizam, Central India early 1511
Burhan Nizam Shaha was a child of seven years when his father died and he ascended the throne of Ahmadnagar in 1508. Mukamil Khan Dakhani, an able statesman and general was appointed as Protector of king. Mukamil sat on a balcony overlooking the King’s garden. War was coming to Ahmadnagar and it could not be avoided. For the sake of the young king Makamil would have to choose wisely and be on the winning side. He was nothing to the great powers around him; a mere pawn to be moved at will for some purpose other not of his making. Ahmed Nizam, the king’s father, had been great and powerful; he had raised this kingdom from nothing to be an even greater kingdom in the future. The moment to act was now, to seize the moment for Burhan the king. It would be risky, but he would be well rewarded. He peered into the pomegranate he had just split looking for omens and good auspices of his decision, but the red juice that spilled over his hands was omen enough.

Augsburg early 1511
Nicholas Verner puzzled over the dispatches that had come from Spain and Sicily. His agents had little to go on, but had been trying to piece together the prospects for trading in the upcoming year. Nicholas saw something very different in the information. The shipyards all across the western Mediterranean had been busy all winter, but not with merchant ships. Ships of war were being built and others made ready for war. Stock piles of timber in Tunis and Algiers were diminishing quickly. The price of metals and salt peter had turned up in recent months as warehouses were emptied of them. Greeks, or maybe they were Egyptians, had been frequenting the markets of Valencia and Barcelona just as the garrisons of those towns had seen sharp increases. Vauchamps was in Portugal; maybe he would make his way to Barcelona on his way home. Some accurate and up-to-date information would be helpful. Ships and men usually meant war. The Algerian alliance with the Sultan was troublesome, but he couldn’t imagine that they could cause any serious interference with trade. And what was Spain up to? Could they be after Naples? Or if the rumors were true and the Sultan was ill, was an attack against Constantinople next? The Turkish troops in Algiers did not bode well either. One estimate from Tunis had that count at over 5,000 men now. All this would make his trading riskier than usual. He would discuss it all with Helene and Claire over dinner. But as it turned out, Claire had other news at dinner. She had heard from a cousin in Antwerp that the new Russian matchlock weapons were now showing up there. Apparently, a small firm had gathered a few of them in the east, taken them apart and figured out how to make them. Nicholas mused that such a company would have to be well informed and have connections not readily apparent to most. He would have to look into this and see who was behind it all.

Spain Early 1511
Jean Claude Vauchamps was a casual observer among the cheering crowds that lined the narrow streets to the quay in Cadiz. Hernando Cortez, hero of Columbia (as the new continent was now being called) was sailing today for the new world. Eight Ships and 450 men would take the evening tide west to their destiny. Hernando was a proud man and determined too. His brief encounter with the wild people who lived across the ocean had in flamed his curiosity. For God and King he would bring their heathen souls to Christ. Jean Claude admired the short speech that brought the crowd to a thunderous roar. Perhaps, he thought, one day he might make such a voyage. The Cortez distraction soon ended as the general was rowed out to his ship and the watchers departed for home. The port was operating at a feverish pitch that could not be explained by the departure of eight small ships. He wondered what else was going on. Discreet inquiries brought a mixed bag of results: Naples, Tunis, and Constantinople were all targets of a vast armada; or the fleet was being loaned to France to fend off the pirates who had been preying on Genoese trade; or the King had ordered his armies to the Balkans to drive back the hated Turk from the lands of Hungary. They all seemed a bit farfetched to Jean Claude, but he would take the speculation back to Nicholas in Augsburg.

Via Cassia outside Rome early 1511
Father Francis had a front row seat as the magnificent procession entered Rome. The glory of Europe had come to the Eternal City in the person of Charles, King of France. He had arrived for the Ecumenical Council of 1511 at the head of an army, an army of clergy, prelates, scholars, canon lawyers, as well as, cooks, merchants, carpenters, select members of the court, and his household. Even before he entered the city, French gold was finding its way into the fabric of the city. Bread and wine were dispensed freely in squares and courtyards throughout Rome and every pair of lips paid homage to the largess and greatness of Charles.

But he did even more. From their safe confines in Sainte-Chapelle in Paris, the King brought fabulous relics of Lord Jesus himself for display and reverence: the Holy Lance which pierced the side of Jesus as he was crucified on the cross and the very Crown of Thorns that glorified him. Francis longed to spend but a few minutes basking in their holiness. As they passed his station along the road, he wept and all was forgotten except them and his Lord and Savior. The Concordat of Rome, the Council, the Pope and even the glorious King of France were forgotten as the creaking cart rolled past covered in its cloth of gold.

Algiers early 1511
The hallway was dark for another twenty steps before it opened into the brightly lit chambers of the Bey of Algiers, Barkiyaruq. Juan paused to catch his breath. His parents had been Muslims in Cordova until the Spanish came and turned their lives upside down. They had converted and Mohammad had become Juan those many years ago. His parents small shop survived and he had joined the army. His fighting skills and knowledge of Arabic had made him an excellent candidate for this mission to serve his king (and to keep his parents business thriving, he reminded himself). Failure might well put them in jeopardy. His tray with “refreshments” was ready, along with the small dagger in his sleeve. Two more deep breaths and he lowered his eyes and moved towards the light.

Bangka Island Indonesia Spring 1511
Wu khan and his daughter Mei Mei had spent the day watching the fleet of Chinese junks making their way into the harbor all day. It was a large fleet and prepared for war. From the packed decks, it was evident that each ship was packed with soldiers who had suffered on the long voyage south and for whom the prospect of shore leave was earnestly anticipated. The crowded the decks and called out to the locals, especially the boats full of women advertising the on shore brothels. Khan had not expected such a fleet and wondered just where they were bound. He knew that the Chinese were vesting themselves in Ceylon and there had been talk of further efforts on Java. But he knew that Java was only necessary because Malacca controlled the straits. Mei interrupted his thoughts as if she could read his mind: “Wouldn’t it be simpler to vanquish Malacca than to secure passage around Sumatra and be forever fighting the pirates who infest the southern shore?” He smiled at her remark and nodded.

“Perhaps, but we do not know the mind of the Emperor. Those soldiers just might have the task of building a bridge from her to Ning-Po so in the future his armies can march all the way to Bangka.” Tomorrow he would find some captain, get him drunk, and get all the details. Such information would have its price among the kings and princes of Indonesia.
 
Update 5: 1511-1515: Alea iacta est

Characters:
Nicholas Verner (born 1470) head of the House of Verner
Helene Verner, wife (born 1472)
Jean Claude Vauchamps, Helene’s brother (born 1480)
Verner Children: Pietro (b 1492), Jeanine (b 1495), Sarah (b 1497), Johann (b 1501)
Claire O’Rourke, sweetheart of Jean Claude, (b 1487)
Claire’s brothers: Ryan, Charles, & Sean (all sailors on English. Irish and Scottish ships)
Wu Kuan, former merchant of Ning-Po, Wokou pirate and now an established trader in the Spice Islands; (born 1470)
Wu Meiying, daughter of Wu Kuan (b 1490)
Herman Rabb, archivist to Maxmillian of Austria
Father Francis, Catholic priest
Gulrukh "Face like a Rose", a Pashtun princess from a Muslim royal family of Balochistan

Spring into Fall 1511 off the coast of Almeria
Castamir pondered his fate before God. Barkiyaruq his lord and master had survived the assassination attempt with a limp and a scar. The limp was from a healing broken leg sustained in his fall from a window as he struggled for his life and the scar, from the dagger that sliced his cheek rather than his throat. Barkiyaruq spent 6 furious weeks healing enough to stand on a deck. In those weeks he formulated his revenge. And in late April 4,000 men, 18 cannon and 41 ships sailed from the wide harbor of Algiers.

Portuguese North Africa April 1511
General Duarte Pacheco Pereira was pleased with the preparations for his campaign against Algiers. His army of 1500 men and 5 cannon had been augmented with 500 Spaniards and all were now assembled east of Ceuta. His attack along the coast would be supported by the largest fleet the Mediterranean had seen in decades: 20 Portuguese ships, 70 from Spain and another 70 from Venice. They would all converge on Algiers, as soon as, the winter seas had settled with the onset of steady winds. Typically that would mean May. With such a fleet the city would be sealed from any attempt at rescue or resupply even if it came from Constantinople. His attack would start earlier.

Barcelona May 1511
General Gonzalo Fernandez de Cordoba smiled as he left the Royal Court. He had been one of Isabella’s favorites and the King still favored him five years after her death. Today he had been given the honor of raising an army to wage war against the crescent of Islam. He would leave immediately for Madrid, Salamanca, Leon, Toledo and finally, Valencia. His new troops must be ready to join an army from Venice for a spring 1512 attack on Algiers and Tunis. A year was not much time. The King, Heir Juan and his wife Germaine of Navarre would be off within a week themselves. They were going to Navarre.

After Barkiyaruq and his army disembarked just north of Valencia, Castamir turned his fleet south. He would spend the next few months pillaging the coast from there to Almeria. His orders: leave nothing untaken or untouched. He hoped to see his ruler safe in the south where they could tell their tales of Spanish woe and praise Allah for his mercy and their plunder.

Algiers
The blockade of Algiers was a quiet affair. The city was buttoned up tight and seemed well prepared. There was no sign of the pirate fleet and most thought they had fled to Tunis. In fact a small base had been established at the eastern end of the great bay where a bit of trade with the locals could be conducted. General Pereira was making his way along the coast without much opposition and could be expected to reach the city in a month or so. But when the small galley arrived from Spain things changed. Valencia had been burned and its people put to the sword; the whole coast was being put to the torch by pirate raiders. Within two days the Spanish fleet had sailed for home. Venice would not fight without Spain and headed east. Tunis was the prize they wanted. The Portuguese, though, showing a bit of nervousness, stayed. Algiers had been destined for Spain, but with them gone, it might well fall John II of Portugal. A tidy piece of work if the Algerians didn’t come back.

Word of the sacking of Valencia spread across Spain swiftly and when he heard, Fernandez de Cordoba made his way from Salamanca to Madrid. There he raised what troops he could and called out the nearby garrisons. He would march east to find and stop the Bey of Algiers. There would be no speedy death if Fernandez captured him. With 2500 men, many still green, he set out for Valencia. When Fernadez arrived at Cuenca, the city had just been overrun and pillaged by Barkiyaruq who was settled on the north bank of the Jucar River packing up his loot and watching the city burn. Scorched cropland was the battlefield and the fury of the Spanish onslaught caught the Bey by surprise. But in the end, experience won the day at a costly price. Fernadez withdrew north towards Barcelona with fewer than 1000 men. Barkiyaruq took his loot and led 1800 soldiers west to Madrid. Its outskirts were overrun, but levies raised by the governor were enough to check the advance and discourage actually fighting in the town. Barkiyaruq decided to head south towards his rendezvous at Almeria. Both Toledo and Granada felt the sword of the corsairs as they made their way to the sea.

As he waited through the summer, Castamir sailed the coast from Malaga to Cartagena evading the various Spanish flotillas and who sought him out. Numerous small engagements whittled down his pirate fleet until he had just over a score of seaworthy ships. Then in early September he saw the telltale white smoke from the headlands of Almeria that marked the arrival of Barkiyaruq’s army. Once the troops were safe on board and the loot safely stowed below decks they sailed east and over their first meal together in months exchanged news. Algiers had fallen to the Portuguese; its people butchered or shackled to oars of galleys; there was no word on the fate of the Sultan’s troops who had defended the city. They were presumed dead. Tunis was closed to the sea by Venice and likely doomed. Barkiyaruq wintered in Tripoli and in the spring anchored in the harbor of Alexandria. His army drew nervous looks and, as stories of his treasure spread, his ships drew greedy glances.

Algiers: -2700 men -18 cannon -20 ships +7000 gold plunder
Ottoman: - all mercenary troops in Algeria
Portugal: -650 men +3750 gold plunder
Spain: -2750 men -32 ships -wealth
Venice: -450 men -14 ships +1800 gold plunder

Ecumenical Council and the Concordat of Rome 1511-12
Father Francis took a firm interest in the proceedings of the Ecumenical Council and the quick signing of the Concordat of Rome. Charles VII and the Pope signed the Concordat within weeks of the king’s arrival since it had been fully negotiated in 1509-10. It was to replace the 1438 Pragmatic Sanction of Bourges. With this change the Gallican Church once again came under the full authority of Rome. The independence of the French had worried him most of his life and he was quite relieved by the new orderliness of the Holy Church. Clearly, the Pope won a great victory for himself and Rome, not to mention the new money that would flow into the Church coffers from France. Once he was able to read a copy of the document, Francis understood how it also benefited France. The Pope had recognized French authority over Naples, Genoa, Milan, as well as, the Eastern Roman Empire and the king’s ability to appoint clergy in those areas, he had a path to exert great influence. And for those rulers to defy France was to defy Rome. Francis was impressed. With the Church united, he hoped for great things from the Council.

Once the glory of the King of France had departed for home, the Council got down to work. With the blessing of both the King of France and Pope Gregorious XIII, the rules of the council were laid out: The now united Church would reign supreme over the council and moderate suggestions for change in Church practices would be heard. This was a time to celebrate the healing and not wake the demons of past. The Pope himself would participate. The early rounds of discussion were interesting and Father Francis listened attentively. Leo Jud spoke eloquently for a German Bible; Huldrych Zwingli for a rethinking theology and the role of the Church in daily lives as did Francis Lambert. Desiderius Erasmus argued for more thought and less rhetoric and a slow measured pace of change that kept the Holy See firmly in charge as God’s agent in the world. Martin Luther, Hans Denck, and Philip Melanchthon saw little reason to speak as more and more attendees put celebration before change, any change. Within two month all who had come to the Council hopeful for reform had left disappointed. Francis was disappointed too, for with the departures of the likes of Luther, Denck, and Zwingli, little of any real interest was being talked about. By the winter of 1511-12 the great Ecumenical was all but over. Grandiose pronouncements made small reforms seem important and the Yule time masses were especially rewarding for all who partook in them that year. Father Francis spent the winter in Naples corresponding with both Luther and Zwingli. He chuckled every time he remembered Zwingli’s comment that the Council was like a caravan bringing cheese to Parma. Leo Jud and Martin Luther were talking about a German translation of the Bible.

Ryukyu islands
King Sho Shin was worried as he sat high in his castle that overlooked the harbor. He had spent the morning with his advisors and accountants and the news was not good. Well, not all bad, but substantially bad. The colony on Luzon was prospering and growing and his holdings in Taiwan were expanding too as many from the crowded islands moved to settle in the less populous and larger island. They were not the problem; it was money. He didn’t have any. He knew why; it was the very expensive fleet he maintained to protect his island kingdom and its distant lands. For all his efforts, Ryukyiu was still a tiny place, dwarfed even by Japan and Korea. As he looked out over the harbor a small flotilla caught his eye; it was entering the harbor with the evening tide and appeared to be one of his patrols that kept an eye out for pirates other evil doers. Something though looked out of kilter. The Captain’s flagship looked awfully low in the water for a returning ship, as if it carried a heavy cargo; one it did not leave with. And the other ships lagged a bit farther back…Was the captain anxious to land, or were the others reluctant? He would watch. More curiously, it did not anchor but, maneuvered towards a berth at the stone quay next to the entrance to the harbor fort.

Bed Chambers of the Emperor of Japan 1515
Miyako had been selected to sleep in the royal chambers tonight and the Shogun’s advisor was prepping her for the pillow talk of the Emperor. The Emperor would be inquisitive about the affairs of the court even if he had no influence or power there. She listened attentively and repeated as asked, to make sure she got it all correct.

Your Highness: Loyal, daimyo are flocking to Ezochi to settle in the bleak, island wilderness to the north.
Your Highness: A new colony has being settled in a place far to the south called Palawan and great riches of fish, sugar cane and ginger are to be found there.
Your Highness: Our brave sailors have sailed around the earth to India and found riches that make even China look poor and helpless;
Your Highness: the Shogun has given me a dragon’s tooth potion of virility that was discovered in a secret place in that far land. [And with a bow present it to the Emperor.]
Your Highness: Other brave sailors have fought dangerous pirates and sea snakes, that made their great ships look small, in order to find the secret spice islands of the southern sea.
Your Highness: Jungjong has emerged as pack leader of the dog people of Korea. He is arming his people to have them play at being soldiers. Lord Shogun Ashikaga Yoshizumi spits in their food before he feeds them the scraps from his floor sweepings. But your Highness need not fear; no war is in the making. A sharp shout will send an annoying, barking dog scampering from your gate.
Your Highness: All is well in your Empire and as its Lord you should enjoy the flower of my youth to your heart’s content before sleeping a joyful and peaceful slumber until the sun rises in the morning.

South China 1515
Wu Kuan was making his first trip back to Ning-Po in almost five years. He was both renewing old ties and sniffing out opportunities for the future. The biggest news was the death of the Emperor in 1512. He son Zhengde succeeded him and so far there had been no scramble for power or bloodshed among the family. The nineteen year old Emperor was prepared and the lingering death of his father was helpful to the smooth transition. One of Zhengde first efforts was to undo the misguided attempts to over tax the peasants that had caused such trouble in the last years of the previous reign. That and the effort to repair the flood ravaged Yangtze valley brought back a semblance of normality all across the land. The young Emperor was popular and enjoyed widespread support among many classes and across many regions.

Living close to the Chinese colony of Bangka Island, Kuan already was familiar with the aggressive expansion of the Emperor’s influence in south Asia. From their base in Bangka, Chinese ships and troops fought a bloody war to capture the Sunda Strait at the west end of Java. 5,000 men and made the perilous journey and fewer than half had survived in the small holding on the east side of the waterway. It had been enough to secure safe passage for Chinese ships from Bangka to the south side of Sumatra and thence to India. Pirates still took a toll on everything that attempted the passage west from Sunda, but that route avoided the Malaccan tax collectors and their prying eyes. The fort at Sunda took on every appearance of being permanent.

In Ning-Po, though, the Chinese activity in the Kingdom of Kandy on Ceylon became much clearer. Deals cut with Indian Princes had turned the island over to the Chinese army stationed there and while they supposedly ruled, it was in name only. The 4000 troops had dwindled to 2200 and many of those were sick with strange illnesses and an aversion to the local food and oppressive climate. That would bear watching. Who actually ruled was anybody’s guess. His trading contacts confirmed what he had already heard about Chinese traders moving west: a small enclave of them was now established in Hormuz.

China:
-2875 men, 2 cannon, 10 ships lost in Java
-1800 men, 8 ships lost in Ceylon

Ryukyu redux
As Captain Kuo Din approached Ryukyu’s main harbor he was quite pleased with is news. He was sure the king would be too. Two weeks earlier he had pursued one of the few remaining Wokou pirates and captured it as it tried to hide behind a barren rocky isle off Japans’ west coast. His five ships came upon the pirates from two sides and drove it onto the rocks. The pirate captain was among the few survivors and in an act of desperation had tried to bribe his way to freedom. He promised Kuo Din great wealth and a partnership for more if he was let go. Without hesitation, Kuo had accepted and released the pirates to serve across several of his ships. A well hidden cave on the rocky isle yielded a king’s ransom of plunder and gold. He found cloth, spices, and jewels enough to decorate a palace just as the pirates’ heads now decorated his foremast and spars. The ship was heavy and he feared to lose it before reaching home, but now, as he pulled up to the quay, he knew all was well.

+ 2000 gold plunder to Ryukyu

Straits of Malacca 1515
As her ship left the bustling harbor of Malacca astern, Wu Meiying pondered the success of this small, wealthy kingdom. Sultan Mahmud Shah sat astride the richest trade route in the world: India lay to the west, China to the north, and the Spice Islands to the east and now the Sultan had discovered unexplored lands to the south that might hold even more wealth. She could not find out much about the small colony of Melaka Baru, as the land was called, but it was struggling from what sailors revealed over multiple mugs of beer. With the peace and prosperity Islam was spreading, pushing the Sultan’s influence beyond his borders. A tidy little place she thought as she turned her attention to the fresh wind that filled the sails and carried her east and home.
 
Augsburg, Summer 1513
The Verner compound was busy with the ongoing business of trade from all across Europe. The flow of goods was steady both into and out of the storehouses. At the far end of the property, the dye works that had launched his father’s company still produced a bright array of colors and profitable sales. Nicholas turned from the window back to the table where his wife, Helene, Jean Claude and Claire sat reviewing the piles of dispatches that covered the table.

The most recent news was the death of James IV of Scotland. A fall from his horse while hunting crushed his leg which festered over the ensuing weeks until he died. The transition was smooth even though the new king, James V was still a child. John Stewart, Duke of Albany was regent and continuing the efforts and policies of the dead king. Glasgow was growing in importance and it was there that the first Scottish carracks were built in 1512. They were along the lines of those built in Spain, but had a wisp of “whiskey and heather” about them. The regent continued to beef up the border with England with forts and other works of a defensive nature in case the situation in Ireland takes an ugly turn. Education reforms were beginning to have a positive effect on the bureaucracy. With the new fort in Africa adding to Scottish trade, Jean Claude anticipated a need to expand the Verner operation in Glasgow. That brought the conversation around to England and Ireland.

Claire remarked that the rise in power of Gerald Fitzgerald was good news for her homeland. Henry of England’s declaration that he was the sole ruler, King of all Ireland, and his demand that all Irish lords submit to his authority had infuriated the Irish clans. The fact that the English king would grant them titles and lands in trade for loyalty only pushed them further into the camp of the Fitzgerald. To back up his claim Henry sent 2000 troops and 5 cannon to Dublin. In return, Gerald Fitzgerald raised 4000 men and forged 30 cannon which he sent to Dublin too. Appropriately, the battle was fought just west of Swords. The English camped on the north bank of the Ward River, expecting to fight with the river protecting their left flank. The clans, though, came from the North putting the river behind the English army. The Irish cannon fire was followed by a wild charge and the screeching noise of the pipers. The English right broke and an orderly withdrawal collapsed on the river banks. Those who survived took to the waiting ships in Dublin harbor. The city succumbed without a fight.

England -1750 men and 5 cannon
Ireland -675 men

Augsburg 1515
With Niccolo and Jean Claude in Vienna, Helene and Claire were reviewing the dispatches from Barcelona and Lisbon that had arrived the day before. House of Verner associates on the peninsula had been collecting news for quite some time. Helene was sifting through the papers from Lisbon. It seems that the Portuguese had built a new fort along the Songhai coast in Africa and had started limiting the Africans access to their settlements. She wondered aloud what these “Africans” were like. Claire didn’t know, but didn’t think that they were Christian. Helene continued in some surprise that King John had founded a new colony even further south than Songhai at the ends of the earth. It was named Joania. In addition, Diascia was continuing to do well and expand too. Both ladies wished they knew more about such faraway places, but their agents had to rely on the word sailors who had made the journeys. Diascia was apparently junglely place with lots of rain, but the trees were huge and plentiful. The new maps showed it as a giant island that was largely unexplored. Unlike New Spain where the settlers had met many primitive peoples who longed to become Christians, those who had traveled to Diascia made little mention of such peoples. Could such a big place be empty of people?

Claire noted that Spain had joined the rush for trade with Songhai and had opened its own fort along that distant coast along with Portugal and Scotland. Who would be next? The Songhai seemed to have an endless supply of gold and were buying all kinds of goods from Europe including cloth, weapons and other metal goods in large numbers. From the reports, New Spain was thriving too. Spanish settlements dotted the coast and were even expanding inland. And while not frequent, more and more of the dark skinned savages from that land were arriving on ships. Most died soon after arriving, however. The news from Barcelona was surprising, but not unexpected: upon the death of Fernado II in the spring, Juan I was crowned King and his wife, Queen and it seemed that Navarre was being folded quietly into the Empire of Spain with little fuss from anyone. When the news of the marriage of Catherine of Aragon to Janos Corvinos of Hungary was read, both women swooned and desperately wanted to know more of the wedding and it didn’t occur to them until later that this now tied Hungary to Spain. They were sure that Maximilian of Austria was less than happy with that arrangement.

The news regarding the Cortez expedition cut across several dispatches and they had to get them all in order to have it make sense. The ambitious captain had selected 300 men to sail with him back to the great continent of Columbia (as it was being called) and after a stopover in New Spain in 1513 they sailed south and west to find the natives that had saved him on his disastrous first trip. They sailed west along the southern coast of Columbia with great anticipation and arrived at what Cortez recognized as the small seaside village where he had been rescued. Their arrival caused great commotion among the natives who fled in terror leaving their village abandoned. Rather than pursue them into the interior he sailed on along the now unknown coast. At the mouth of a large river they found a town of fancy buildings and acres of farmland; large pyramid like stone mountains towered over it. Canoes filled the small harbor and people stopped their work to stare at the small flotilla of Spanish ships. And then the spell was broken. Horns sounded and drums banged out an alarm and everyone ran. And it didn’t seem like they were forming a welcoming committee.

Claire was astonished at the detail of the dispatch. In looking back at the opening sentences of the paper, she realized the her agent had spent two days with one of the participants who had made it back to Spain and had taken copious notes to write up later. Hungry crying children brought reality home and they put their papers aside and followed the noise downstairs.

Timbuktu, Songhai 1515
Sunni Baru reflected back on the past years. He was now king of his great land. His father had fallen into declining health in 1511 and passed his kingship to Baru in early 1512. His father’s last effort was true to life: he sent an expedition north along the coast to open contact with the port city of Casablanca. While the Portuguese sailors were quite familiar with the fledgling efforts of the Songhai navy, no one else was, so the arrival of three Songhai ships in Morocco was a bit of a surprise. None-the-less they were welcomed and the talk of the town for many weeks. The captains and crews returned to Songhai without incident; they were revered as experienced “men of the sea”. It was a capstone achievement for the dying king.

As Baru took the reins of power into his own hands he realized the value of controlling the coast and its harbors so he expanded his control both north and south to enclose the trading forts of the Europeans. Every effort was made to speed his craftsmen’s knowledge of metallurgy and the manufacture of firearms. For a time they relied on the weapons of the Portuguese as their models, but over time it became clear that those weapons were imperfect and often failed to work as expected. Some thought that he had paid too much for inferior and often defective pieces. The weapons sold by the Scots were much better.

By 1514 he had begun his memorial to his father: a great university in Timbuktu; by 1515 it was half done and already attracting the wise from all over West Africa. In addition he was popular among his people, the governors and the merchants. He was King! He was mighty! And he would be wise.

As the new king of this great nation, I greet all of you to this initial meeting in a new era. These times that we are entering promise to be magnificent and full of change. For this, we have to thank the foundations set by our ancestors, in this case my father Sunni Ali. He was not content with what Songhai possessed; he craved to make Songhai a nation that impressed even God. His great whirlwind of change brought us to where we are today. At the same time, the arrival of the Europeans contributed only the more to this gale.

The Europeans are like the fire that gives light and warmth. Keep them as you would a controlled campfire, and our spirits are warmed by their energy. However, by the same token they are always hungry for more, just like the sinister tongues of flame that can easily overstretch their boundaries without warning. Uncontrolled the same innocuous campfire can scar the earth around it without a regard for nature. This is why I have brought you all here today: we must keep a balance with the Europeans. Just like a controlled campfire they are vital for survival and advancement. Let them overstep their bounds however, and the resulting inferno could destroy all that we hold dear. Let us present a united front and remain forever vigilante for the good of all of Songhai, and I am confident that the Inferno from the North will never come to pass.
 
The Indian Subcontinent 1512
There was a peace of sorts, but little trust. Preparations for war did not stop. The weapons smiths of Vijayanagar mastered the art of making the Harquebus early in 1511 and went right into production. Ahmadnagar, Malwa, Gujarat all seemed to get the weapons too, but no one knew for sure whether they moved south to north or north to south. In any case harquebus units began training throughout the subcontinent. The newly minted peace with Kandy & the Emperor of China allowed King Raya to move his troops closer to home. He was quite proud of his army. It topped 15,000 men and 10 cannon. He was sure it was larger than that of Delhi. Plus he could raise levies if needed. But he was at peace with Delhi and it was Ahmadnagar he was after.

To the north Sikander Shah of Delhi was also counting his troops. He figured on 17,000 plus and 13 cannon in total, not including his mercenaries. Of course such a large army would not be needed. He was at peace with the Hindu south, so he spent his money of fixing weapons improvements and road building. His ultimatum to Kandahar to turn over Rana Sanga had not produced any results yet, but he was hopeful. He was also hopeful that the marriage of his son Ibrahim Lodhi to that Gujarat Princess, whatever her name, would strengthen his hand even more.

Burhan Nizam Shaha was a child of seven years when his father died and he ascended the throne of Ahmadnagar in 1508. Mukamil Khan Dakhani, regent of Ahmadnagar, made his decision. He had little faith in the Sultan of Delhi whose appetite for land seemed insatiable and even less for the Hindu lords of the south with their blasphemous ways. There was no telling if the young king would survive let alone his nation when war came. He would make a deal with the devil to save his kingdom. He could raise over 10,000 men. They might well tip the balance. Few would know of this decision, only the most trustworthy.

Augsburg Revisited
Both Helene and Claire were excited to get back to the Cortez expedition story and brought extra candles to the table so they could read as far into the night as they needed to get to the end. With a welcome denied him, Cortez planned an assault on the town. It would be immediate before they had time to get an organized defense ready. This town had walls. He ordered his ships to sail into the beaches along the riverfront and on the ocean side to the east. His plan was simple: land, attack, capture the city and at least some of the natives. It worked quite well. Stone edged clubs, and glass tipped arrows did little damage to their steel armor and the quilted cloth armor of the natives was no match steel swords, cross bows and a few harquebuses. By nightfall the city was theirs. Cortez took a week to settle in and prepare for whatever might happen next. From captives they learned a bit about this place. It was the land of the Michuan whose king ruled lands far up the river even into the mountains. Far across the warm green sea to the south lay the land of the jade warriors. The captives were terrified and expected their king Chicomecoatl to sweep down with more warriors than leaves on the trees and put all the Spaniards to death. And he did. For two weeks an uneasy quiet held sway all around the Spanish held town. Cortez used it well and prepared his defense. Then five thousand Michuan warriors stormed the city for three straight days. In the end Cortez survived and held the city. Chicomecoatl had lost thousands of his best warriors and had decided to settle for a cautious truce rather than continue his assault. By the time Christmas arrived the language barrier had been broken and The Spaniards had fully established themselves in their tiny enclave with 225 men still fit for battle. Three of the original 10 ships remained and as the New Year turned, one was sent to New Spain and then home. Men and supplies were desperately needed if the expedition were going to survive. With his story, Cortez sent a small chest of finely wrought gold trinkets and jewelry that seemed commonplace among the warriors he had killed. There was a bit more about diseases spreading among the heathens, their barbaric sacrifices, vile customs and devil worshipping religion. The tale exhausted them both, but they couldn’t wait to share it with their husbands when they returned.

War in the North of Italy 1512-1513
Genoa’s war against Milan continued. The 750 Dutch Arquebusiers, 2000 Germans pikemen and 5 cannon that were hired to support the cause were offset by the arrival of troops from Austria: 1000 Swiss Pikemen 500 Polish Hussars that leavened the Milanese army to over 3500 skilled fighters, a number equal to those fielded by Genoa. The attack was against the Milanese troops (mostly the Austrian hired mercenaries) around Verona who were outnumbered. The battle was short lived when the Austrians broke it off and retreated behind the city walls. Rash action by the Genoese general brought about his untimely end before the gates of the city. The Genoese went home and the Mercenaries kept order in the conquered lands and plundered additional compensation at their leisure.

Milan -325 men
Dutch Arquerbusiers -175 men
German pikemen -350 men
Swiss Pikemen -175 men
Polish Hussars -25 men

In the summer of 1513 the Milanese struck back. The offense was timed to catch the Genoese mercenaries on the north side of the Po on a raid and place the Milanese army between them and Genoa and in command of the crossings. As the mercenaries worked their way east to alternate crossing points, The Milanese sped towards Genoa. The city panicked, Andrea Doria left the city and took his small army west towards the safety of France. Any defense collapsed and Genoa capitulated as soon as the Milanese appeared at their gates. The city was spared, but occupied by its northern neighbor.

Central Europe
Peace was a welcome part of the warm, early spring of 1512. As the implications of the Treaty of Prague revealed themselves, the foundation for the future became clear. Hostilities ceased and farmers planted in anticipation of being able to harvest in the summer and fall. Most borders reverted to those of the prewar days and peasant knew to whom they belonged once again. Buda was restored as the capital of Hungary. There were a few exceptions though. Moravia became Austrian and Bohemia gained its independence under the child king Louis Jagiellon, son of the dead Ladislaus. He was crowned King of Bohemia and Elector in late 1511. Maximilian would, of course, be regent until the young king turned 16. Order was restored to the issue of kingship too. Maximilian I abdicated his position as King of Hungary and recognized Janos Corvinus as the rightful King of Hungary from this point on. Janos Corvinus recognized Bohemia as a separate kingdom, owing no allegiance or money to Hungary. Janos further cemented his crown by marrying Catherine of Aragon, tying him to Spain. Maximilian was also busy, twins Charles & Eleanor were born 1511 and Joseph in 1515. And in a bit of surprise, Austria agreed to militarily assist Hungary in expelling the Turk from the rightful lands of Janos.

Once the game of thrones was settled the wars began. Hungary threw 10,000 men and 50 cannon into the war while Austria put forward an astonishing 17,257 men and 32 cannon. The Ottoman forces were far fewer, but reinforced by local levies in substantial number. In three campaigns (1512, 1513, 1514) the Catholic armies drove hard for Belgrade and Sarajevo and even further east to Nis. The Hungarians were less ambitious and fully secured the river borders they desired. Austria enveloped large swaths of territory all the way to Nis and close to Mostar. By 1515 the Muslim population that had not been pacified was dead or fled. Brutality marked all aspects of the Christian advance especially when the defenders were tenacious.

Losses:
Austria -6,075 men, 14 cannon +3000 gold plunder
Hungary -4,125 men, 16 cannon +2750 gold plunder
Ottoman -8,250 men, -levies, -8 cannon

Kiev and Warsaw 1512-1514
The Tsar’s campaign plans called for even more conquests in eastern Poland and Lithuania. His army of just over 5000 men and 5 cannon would strike west from Kiev towards Lutsk and then north as called for by events. Obolenskly would hold the line at Smolensk with 3,500 men and 5 cannon. Prince Yaroslavskiy would have about 1700 men as reserves in Chernigov. Close to 5,000 levies were distributed among the three armies.
If successful, the Tsar expected Minsk to fall into his hands before they were done. He was disappointed that the Teutonic Knights had not been more enthusiastic about supporting his efforts, but he hoped for the best without counting on their involvement.

In Warsaw Michael Glinski had his own plans. He had raised another 4,500 troops of which 2,000 were excellent cavalry and he fielded over 13,000 men and 33 cannon in total. That didn’t count his still massing levies. He was tired of the Muscovite campaign tactics that kept them out of pitched, winner take all battles. He would bring them to battle one way or another. To begin his goal was Smolensk and he would strike for it immediately. Word that the Tsar was in Kiev added to his confidence. For the moment Kiev was lost.

Once the rivers slowed and the roads dried out both nations’ armies began to move. The Tsar moved west in a broad sweep that faced little real resistance beyond local lords with hastily recruited troops. By summer’s end he was on the outskirts of Lutsk and awaiting news from the north. When it came it was ugly. Glinski has quick marched west and Obolenskly had fallen back into the Smolensk defenses to save his army from complete destruction. Prince Yaroslavskiy had been moving north in support for a couple of weeks and collecting garrisons along the way. The Tsar turned north to either draw the Poles away from Smolensk or to break the siege. He wasn’t sure which yet. “Hold on! I’m coming.” Was the message he sent. While the Tsar marched Glinski was reducing the city’s fortifications in preparation for an assault.

Three weeks later as the Muscovites approached the environs of Smolensk they heard the news: the city had fallen and the Polish army was waiting. South of the city Prince Yaroslavskiy joined him with 1,700 regulars and 3,500 irregulars. He had just over 10,000 men and 5 cannon against at least that number commanded by Glinski. The Tsar was not keen on a pitched battle for Smolensk when it also put his life and rule at risk. He turned his army west and made for Minsk. This bold move did nothing to stir Glinski out of Smolensk and by the close of the season, Minsk was in Russian hands.

Losses:
Muscovy -2125 men, -5 cannon and levies
Poland -3275 men, -2 cannon and levies

Other news from Moscow
1511: the Tsar recognizes the sovereignty of Kalmar over Finland and withdraws from Finnish lands.
In 1513 Metropolitan Gennadius was finally acknowledged as Patriarch, but soon thereafter he was felled by a stroke during an Easter Mass. His replacement was non descript.
For those who paid close attention to the affairs of Muscovy, there was one more interesting trend. The Boyar Duma was slowly evolving and was now being led by competent military commanders. This bode well for Russia’s future on the battlefield and the growing authority of the Tsar.

India
After the monsoons of 1513 and the roads were dry and passable, the Sultan of Delhi marched his army south: 14,000 men and 13 cannon. In Gujarat he picked up another 11,000 men and 5 cannon and the coast road south. 5,000 more from Malwa would meet him in Ahmadnagar where the last contingent, 10,000 men led by Mukamil Khan Dakhani, the Regent of the young King of Ahmadnagar, waited. By the time he crossed into Ahmadnagar he was sure that King Raya would know of his coming. He would have to move quickly once the armies were united.

King Raya’s spies brought him word of the massing of the Delhi troops and their advance into allied Gujarat. He would be prepared. His newly equipped harquebus troops were massed and thousands of levies had been called up to be ready if needed. He would set up his defense south of the Malaprabha River at Asoga. A well-fought battle would bring him victory.

As Sikander Shah approached Asoga he saw the long lines of Raya’s army camped across the river on a low ridge. They were ready to deploy. The cannon were in the center and the camp fires said the right flank was stronger than the left. He planned his own deployment for the morning. He knew that cannon fire would greet their river crossing. Ahmadnagar would be on the right and advance first, but stop short of actually engaging; Gujarat would pin the Vijayanagarian center while his army crushed the left and swept down the line driving the enemy into the waiting Ahmadnagar troops. At dawn his army made their approach and maneuvered across the river: Ahmadnagar first, Gujarat second and finally Delhi. The small contingent of Malwa would stay back and function as a reserve. Cannon fire took aim at the troops from Delhi. His own cannon fired at the Raya’s center trying to dismantle his guns.

As planned Ahamadnagar advanced and stopped outside of effective range of guns and arrows. Gujarat pushed forward and to fully engage the enemy center. It was then that the Sultan loosed his own troops in an all out attack upon Raya’s right. Throughout the morning the Delhi troops ground their way forward against a determined enemy who paid dearly for their stubbornness. As Raya’s right was reinforced with bands of levies, Sikander felt confident.

Across the field Raya too felt confident. His center was secure against the less than effective attack on his center and his right was holding better than expected. He gaze though kept going to the left flank. There, 10,000 troops from Ahmadnagar stood, poised to turn the tide one way or the other. They had come to him after all. A month ago he was fully prepared to wipe Mukamil Khan Dakhani and his under-aged king from the pages of history; today, now, he was committed to a royal engagement and the associated alliance. He had promised Ahmadnagar independence too. Raya watched as more and more of his reserves were fed into the gaping maw of battle against the troops of Delhi on his right. If Ahmadnagar kept its word and sounded its betrayal of the Sultan, then he could shift his own left to the center and break Guhjarat and roll up upon the soon to be crushed Sultan. But Ahmadnagar merely stood in silence. Raya prayed he had not been played a fool. If so, then the battle would soon turn against him and severely so.

Just after two o’clock in the afternoon, Raya could wait no longer. He needed to reinforce his right with more than the levies. Raya ordered half of his left flank to march in support of his failing right. As they moved a breeze stirred and cleared the field of the heavy smoke and dust. Banners everywhere stiffened and with drums and trumpets Ahmadnagar moved.

Venice 1515
The land defenses for the city were completed using the most modern techniques to solve the problem of artillery attacks and siege tactics.

Naples
Alfonso II was pleased with himself. He was secure on his throne, building a navy and perhaps even influencing the affairs of Italy. Ferdinand was comfortable and well observed in his gilded cage overlooking the renovated harbor of Naples where newly build caravels bobbed at anchor ready for some future voyage of adventure and daring. The economy had taken a downturn, but he was sure that the treasury would weather the dip and tax collections continue to grow.

London 1515
In the House of Lee the years had been good ones. All the markets except Lisbon had been up, not huge amounts, but up. The new troops raised were out fighting adding to the revenue and best of all, they had successfully produced match lock small arms from the ones brought in from Russia and were ready to equip their troops with them. The shops in Antwerp might even be able to sell the improvements to others. It certainly was an improvement that could tip the scales of battle in one’s direction.

Asoga Aftermath
Mukamil Khan Dakhani met King Raya as dusk fell over the battlefield. They had won a great victory today even if costly. When Ahmadnagar turned its guns on Gujarat, they broke and ran. As this new enemy reformed to face the Sultan’s troops directly, Sikander Shah saw what was about to transpire. He threw his Malwa troops directly at the flank of the traitors and forced them to fight. He then was able to pull his own army soldiers back across the river to a protected position. By morning they were headed north plundering as they went. The victors had little strength to follow and licked their wounds with a watchful eye.

Ahmadnagar: -2,425 men
Malwa: -3,250 men
Gujarat: -3,150 men
Vijayanagar: -5,750 men and -6 cannon
Delhi: -2,675 men and -10 cannon

Elsewhere
In the great north woods Donacona was pleased. His empire was growing and his neighbors were afraid to cross him and now he knew more about the distant lands than any chief before him.
 
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FROM: King Juan, of Spain and Navarre, Messenger of the Lord


Revelations 14:10 said:
he also will drink the wine of God’s wrath, poured full strength into the cup of his anger, and he will be tormented with fire and sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb.
 
To: England
From: Ireland
Subject: War


We have all but defeated the English in Ireland, and we do not wish to enter English lands. However, should your men not pull out of Ireland by the end of the year, we will destoy them, and then march upon England. You have one chance, or we shall punish your nation for violating the lands of the Hibernia. Withdraw your troops, or we shall come for your King, and your country.
 
Fantastiche :D
Thank you Beej.
 
Heyyy, update ^_^
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So was Barcelona really undefended, can't really tell from the update? I assumed it was a trap.
 
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