Terrance888
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OOC: How was I supposed to know that?
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OOC: How was I supposed to know that?
Terrance888
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OOC: Signed, Obscure European Remnant such as Luxembourg or Lichtenstein which would double its territory,.
Bloody hell. That was diplomacy addressed only to Sweden, Spain, and the Netherlands. No one else.
Well it was sent in PMs to those three, no one else, I'm not sure how others got the idea that it was addressed to everyone.
Yes, that is my error, but in my defense, it was sent only to those three and at no point was it addressed to anyone else.
Quisani
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It has been suggested that I might play as Japan. After much consideration, I will agree.
DarthNader
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I just noticed my stats are not showing my new army organization as complete. Could this be fixed?
Representatives of Their Royal Majesties King-Emperor John IX and Queen-Empress Adelaide of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of President William Henry Harrison of the United States of America are proud to announce the Treaty of Halifax
-The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland will come to the aid of the United States if the United States has war declared upon it by a European power, and the United States will come to the aid of the United Kingdom in the event of war with a European power with holdings in the Americas.
-The United States and United Kingdom will mutually lower trade restrictions, with the exception of restrictions on contraband goods and anti-dumping measures, which each nation retains their right to posses
-The United Kingdom will send advisers to the United States to help improve their navy
-The United Kingdom will not intervene in internal affairs of the United States without the explicit permission of the Federal Government
-The United States will be under no obligation to help the United Kingdom in a war outside of the Americas
Signed Sir Henry Fox, Ambassador to the United States of America
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Signed, William Henry Harrison, President of the United States of America
EDIT: Wait a second... should read these things through more carefully...
Resolved
Resolved
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
The Daoguang Emperor drew his immaculate hand across the page in slow, careful strokes, figures of ancient beauty forming themselves one after the other with deliberate precision.
"Of course I am not worried," he said finally, after gently placing his brush down beside his parchment, "There is no Earthly force that could unseat the Celestial Throne."
He stood up to face the cadre of generals assembled before him. "You have your orders. Carry them out. The Divine Mandate goes with you - the righteousness of our cause cannot possibly be contemplated by your opponent, so you must convince them with steel."
"And for the Mongols... no quarter."
The generals bowed deep, including the relatively young General Dzoldzaya. That was his given name; he actually was called Kong Dian, since he was quite young, to mask his Mongol heritage.
He and his family drew it back quite a ways, and the original branching point was more Mongol than some others who could claim a heritage similar to his. Suffice to say generations have diluted his otherwise intense Mongol features, but his mother always told him: "Dzoldzaya, remember, you are a Khan: you are a descendant of Temujin. I have given you your true name, but the other boys are not to learn of it, for your true name is powerful. To them, you are called Zhao; to yourself, and the heavens, you are Dzoldzaya." That was one of many peculiar things she had told him.
Here and now, he bowed to the Emperor. He made sure to do it deep and respectfully - when he first became a soldier he did not expect to make a career of it. But wouldn't you know, he had a knack for the work. He hasn't seen his mother since.
Often, other Generals would tell him how rare it is for him to have the position he has. This was done with every bit of disdain and much spitting. No, but he does not draw his sword to answer these challenges, not anymore. In fact, he has the prince to thank for his officership: the prince and simple, ill fortune.
"General Kong," said the Emperor now. Kong blinked. The Emperor's eyebrows furrowed in disapproval, and the General hastefully went to his knees.
"How may I serve you, my Emperor?" breathed Kong out, barely with any coherence. The Emperor paused for several long moments as he stared down at the Mongol in disdain.
"You are aware, young General," said the Emperor now, "That you are in no way suited to this station in life. My lunatic son has seen fit to promote you, simply because by some fluke yours was the only line to hold on the field. It is very much a fluke, General Kong, and I know this because you were neither born nor bred for this role. And yet there is no denying that you are here now."
The Emperor stroked his beard. "My son is not the mistaken one; it is destiny that is false here. You defeated no great opponent - truly, the horde that you dispatched was of such little consequence it could scarcely be considered a victory.
"Your assignment, as you know it, is simple. We cannot send you back into battle, against any true opponents, much less our own wayward generals whom have sworn allegiance to the False Emperor. You are simply meant to recruit. Do you understand?"
A very brief pause placed the Emperor on edge; the atmosphere became oppressively thick. "Yes," Kong said at last, "I understand, my Emperor."
"Good," said the Emperor, "At least you understand that. Do not worry, you have lost nothing but a chance to shame yourself. There is no glory to be had in ignominious defeat anyway."
The Generals were dismissed, and Kong filed out with the rest of them. He made his way through the elaborate, functional corridors of the palace, surrounded on all sides by guides and aides and imperial guards. By the time he was outside, his escort had morphed into a but a single guard, his lieutenant, and three horses.
The soldier nodded, and the lieutenant bowed his head. "General Kong," said the lieutenant, "What news from the Emperor?"
General Kong blinked as he regained his focus. "The war goes about as well as expected," said the General, "The Middle Kingdom is besieged on all sides by enemies of the Emperor: foreign devils, heretics, the Mongol Hordes..."
"That sounds about as exciting as decorum will permit me to say, General," replied the lieutenant with some mock despondence.
The General shot him a quick glance, "Hold your tongue, we are still on hallowed ground. Don't think the Emperor wouldn't look for the smallest slight to have me demoted and executed."
The Lieutenant only smiled, which made the General frown. He liked the Lieutenant, of course, as the two of them served in the same unit since the beginning, and held the line together in the west. Sometimes, however, the Lieutenant's irreverence showed itself, which he thought very peculiar for someone from east Beijing. He privately wondered how the Lieutenant ever got this far in the army without being beheaded, at a time when decorum was all that mattered, and functionality took a backseat to politics.
He had that much to admit to the Prince's credit: the young man had a good mind for functionality, but was just ambitious enough to be dangerous. The Throne, he often thought, was slowly rotting - one powerful kick would do in the entire hierarchy. No, such thoughts should not surface. They are valueless.
A quick servant ran up to the General as he readied the saddle on his horse. "General Kong, sir," said the servant, bowing deeply, "The Emperor has approved a retinue to go with you - they will have the funds you need to rally the masses."
"That is good news," said the General unemotionally.
"The Emperor has asked that I confirm you have a route prepared," said the servant, "Do you?"
"Yes," lied the General. The servant ran away without another word.
The fight was a fluke, thought the general; they never should have held, he never should have been made an officer. By all rights, he should not have commanded the line. They were outnumbered three-to-one, now badly outflanked as the adjacent regiments fell to pieces. But somehow, when the arrow pierced the helmet of his commanding officer, everything fell into place. The movements, the fake retreat, the trap, the ensuing slaughter... it was as if the battle had played itself out in his head ahead of time, and he knew exactly what to do to ensure the survival of his men.
It wasn't until next morning that he ordered the retreat, when the flames of the raiding Mongol camp were visible on the horizon. For that, he was almost executed - the Emperor had ordered no retreating, though countless thousands had previously fallen out. Thank the ancestors that the prince was visiting that day, then.
Thank the ancestors indeed. No mere fluke, was it? The battle was ultimately lost, wasn't it? He can barely remember a soldier saying to him as the last Mongol fell: "we only have one casualty, sir."
"Is he dead?" Kong had asked.
"No, he is drunk and passed out," said the soldier, utterly serious, "The battle was over half-an-hour ago."
So it was; at that point, the Mongols had no way of retreating or fighting back. Halberds clanged together in the wake of jubilant victory, and the Cho-Ko-Nu had unstrung the crossbows and settled down in disbelief and paralysis.
Kong swallowed a deep lump in his throat and turned to the soldier, "Alert the men and tell them we must establish a watch, as we are all who remain."
The soldier turned to do so, but not before asking "Sir, what is your name?"
"I am Kong."
The soldier hesitated briefly before thrusting his pike into the air. "Kong! Kong! Kong!" he had chanted. It caught; in five minutes the entire regiment was cheering his name, as the word "Kong" rumbled over the hills and across the countryside.
"Of course I am not worried," he said finally, after gently placing his brush down beside his parchment, "There is no Earthly force that could unseat the Celestial Throne."
He stood up to face the cadre of generals assembled before him. "You have your orders. Carry them out. The Divine Mandate goes with you - the righteousness of our cause cannot possibly be contemplated by your opponent, so you must convince them with steel."
"And for the Mongols... no quarter."
The generals bowed deep, including the relatively young General Dzoldzaya. That was his given name; he actually was called Kong Dian, since he was quite young, to mask his Mongol heritage.
He and his family drew it back quite a ways, and the original branching point was more Mongol than some others who could claim a heritage similar to his. Suffice to say generations have diluted his otherwise intense Mongol features, but his mother always told him: "Dzoldzaya, remember, you are a Khan: you are a descendant of Temujin. I have given you your true name, but the other boys are not to learn of it, for your true name is powerful. To them, you are called Zhao; to yourself, and the heavens, you are Dzoldzaya." That was one of many peculiar things she had told him.
Here and now, he bowed to the Emperor. He made sure to do it deep and respectfully - when he first became a soldier he did not expect to make a career of it. But wouldn't you know, he had a knack for the work. He hasn't seen his mother since.
Often, other Generals would tell him how rare it is for him to have the position he has. This was done with every bit of disdain and much spitting. No, but he does not draw his sword to answer these challenges, not anymore. In fact, he has the prince to thank for his officership: the prince and simple, ill fortune.
"General Kong," said the Emperor now. Kong blinked. The Emperor's eyebrows furrowed in disapproval, and the General hastefully went to his knees.
"How may I serve you, my Emperor?" breathed Kong out, barely with any coherence. The Emperor paused for several long moments as he stared down at the Mongol in disdain.
"You are aware, young General," said the Emperor now, "That you are in no way suited to this station in life. My lunatic son has seen fit to promote you, simply because by some fluke yours was the only line to hold on the field. It is very much a fluke, General Kong, and I know this because you were neither born nor bred for this role. And yet there is no denying that you are here now."
The Emperor stroked his beard. "My son is not the mistaken one; it is destiny that is false here. You defeated no great opponent - truly, the horde that you dispatched was of such little consequence it could scarcely be considered a victory.
"Your assignment, as you know it, is simple. We cannot send you back into battle, against any true opponents, much less our own wayward generals whom have sworn allegiance to the False Emperor. You are simply meant to recruit. Do you understand?"
A very brief pause placed the Emperor on edge; the atmosphere became oppressively thick. "Yes," Kong said at last, "I understand, my Emperor."
"Good," said the Emperor, "At least you understand that. Do not worry, you have lost nothing but a chance to shame yourself. There is no glory to be had in ignominious defeat anyway."
The Generals were dismissed, and Kong filed out with the rest of them. He made his way through the elaborate, functional corridors of the palace, surrounded on all sides by guides and aides and imperial guards. By the time he was outside, his escort had morphed into a but a single guard, his lieutenant, and three horses.
The soldier nodded, and the lieutenant bowed his head. "General Kong," said the lieutenant, "What news from the Emperor?"
General Kong blinked as he regained his focus. "The war goes about as well as expected," said the General, "The Middle Kingdom is besieged on all sides by enemies of the Emperor: foreign devils, heretics, the Mongol Hordes..."
"That sounds about as exciting as decorum will permit me to say, General," replied the lieutenant with some mock despondence.
The General shot him a quick glance, "Hold your tongue, we are still on hallowed ground. Don't think the Emperor wouldn't look for the smallest slight to have me demoted and executed."
The Lieutenant only smiled, which made the General frown. He liked the Lieutenant, of course, as the two of them served in the same unit since the beginning, and held the line together in the west. Sometimes, however, the Lieutenant's irreverence showed itself, which he thought very peculiar for someone from east Beijing. He privately wondered how the Lieutenant ever got this far in the army without being beheaded, at a time when decorum was all that mattered, and functionality took a backseat to politics.
He had that much to admit to the Prince's credit: the young man had a good mind for functionality, but was just ambitious enough to be dangerous. The Throne, he often thought, was slowly rotting - one powerful kick would do in the entire hierarchy. No, such thoughts should not surface. They are valueless.
A quick servant ran up to the General as he readied the saddle on his horse. "General Kong, sir," said the servant, bowing deeply, "The Emperor has approved a retinue to go with you - they will have the funds you need to rally the masses."
"That is good news," said the General unemotionally.
"The Emperor has asked that I confirm you have a route prepared," said the servant, "Do you?"
"Yes," lied the General. The servant ran away without another word.
The fight was a fluke, thought the general; they never should have held, he never should have been made an officer. By all rights, he should not have commanded the line. They were outnumbered three-to-one, now badly outflanked as the adjacent regiments fell to pieces. But somehow, when the arrow pierced the helmet of his commanding officer, everything fell into place. The movements, the fake retreat, the trap, the ensuing slaughter... it was as if the battle had played itself out in his head ahead of time, and he knew exactly what to do to ensure the survival of his men.
It wasn't until next morning that he ordered the retreat, when the flames of the raiding Mongol camp were visible on the horizon. For that, he was almost executed - the Emperor had ordered no retreating, though countless thousands had previously fallen out. Thank the ancestors that the prince was visiting that day, then.
Thank the ancestors indeed. No mere fluke, was it? The battle was ultimately lost, wasn't it? He can barely remember a soldier saying to him as the last Mongol fell: "we only have one casualty, sir."
"Is he dead?" Kong had asked.
"No, he is drunk and passed out," said the soldier, utterly serious, "The battle was over half-an-hour ago."
So it was; at that point, the Mongols had no way of retreating or fighting back. Halberds clanged together in the wake of jubilant victory, and the Cho-Ko-Nu had unstrung the crossbows and settled down in disbelief and paralysis.
Kong swallowed a deep lump in his throat and turned to the soldier, "Alert the men and tell them we must establish a watch, as we are all who remain."
The soldier turned to do so, but not before asking "Sir, what is your name?"
"I am Kong."
The soldier hesitated briefly before thrusting his pike into the air. "Kong! Kong! Kong!" he had chanted. It caught; in five minutes the entire regiment was cheering his name, as the word "Kong" rumbled over the hills and across the countryside.
The original deadline was for tomorrow, but I'm pushing it back due to scheduling RL conflicts. Also, the Hun is besieging Verdun and needs to be ejected. Consider this the 72 hour warning
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
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Again? The last time it was during your Fallout Fresh Start.
IC Joke: The Treachurous Germans of Cologne have betrayed the Kingdom of Burgundy by marching with Brandenburg to beseige the key trading city of Verdun! We will send a corps of our troops to support them-The Wine/Rhine must flow!
Well it's a new campaign, so yeah, though we just liberated the city. Now we're pushing them back.
