Bowsling
Deity
But shouldn't equal modified strengths have meant that we both lost four?
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JohannaK
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I guess some War Plans are too awesome. I got 120% from them 
Although I did a written version and a map version, ofc.
If people wanna see them, they're the same style as those leaked. Also, Majorcan cartographers can be hired to make War Plans. Except for France, because we're at war right now and that means that I'd even unwillingly take them into consideration when doing mine. Else, I just offer my services to anybody else, ally or enemy, as long as they are not attacking me, because of the reason stated above.
Of course, these transactions are kept even better than the sins confessed to a priest.
Although I did a written version and a map version, ofc.
If people wanna see them, they're the same style as those leaked. Also, Majorcan cartographers can be hired to make War Plans. Except for France, because we're at war right now and that means that I'd even unwillingly take them into consideration when doing mine. Else, I just offer my services to anybody else, ally or enemy, as long as they are not attacking me, because of the reason stated above.
Of course, these transactions are kept even better than the sins confessed to a priest.
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
No, I guess equal strength means both armies annihilate each other.
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I thought the maximum you could get from war plans was 80%?
And how did Turkey kill 10 units compared to 4 when our modified strengths were equal?
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_War
Bad luck sucks.
mechaerik
Tuturuu!
Kongola's faction strengths add up to 120%.
Bowsling
Deity
A letter to the Armenians of Ararat:
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
Well, guess the colonisation didn't work quite as well as I'd hoped...
kiwitt
Road to War Modder
Nor mine ... need to look at other options.
I'll fix everyone's complaints before the mini-update.
Yes. I made a little log that I forgot to put up. I'll do that in a sec.
With. I'll explain more in the mini-update.
Yeah, they don't meant to add up to 100%. It's just a measure of how strong the factions are.
Well, first of all, as I said before, units don't represent actual troops; rather units represent all the resources you have to make war - manpower, supplies, ammunition, morale, training, et cetera. Secondly, the way I made the battle system meant the losing side loses all their units, but if the modified strengths are very close the winning side also loses most if not all their units. This was intentionally done so that war is very expensive even for the stronger side, requiring continuous input of blood and treasure to sustain, which could be ruinous in the long run.
With regards to war plans, I never said 80% was the maximum. In the event, everyone sent in detailed war plans, which is good, I guess, though it did make more work for me. Anyway, some were more detailed than others, particularly Turkey's, Istanbul's and Mediterranea's. Mediterranea in the end got 120% for the war plans and an additional 10% from multiple directions bonus. France made very detailed plans for the invasion of Provence, which didn't happen due to Fed forces threatening Paris, and the plan for Paris' defence was relatively undetailed, though I got the general idea of troop deployment.
Yes. I made a little log that I forgot to put up. I'll do that in a sec.
With. I'll explain more in the mini-update.
Yeah, they don't meant to add up to 100%. It's just a measure of how strong the factions are.
Well, first of all, as I said before, units don't represent actual troops; rather units represent all the resources you have to make war - manpower, supplies, ammunition, morale, training, et cetera. Secondly, the way I made the battle system meant the losing side loses all their units, but if the modified strengths are very close the winning side also loses most if not all their units. This was intentionally done so that war is very expensive even for the stronger side, requiring continuous input of blood and treasure to sustain, which could be ruinous in the long run.
With regards to war plans, I never said 80% was the maximum. In the event, everyone sent in detailed war plans, which is good, I guess, though it did make more work for me. Anyway, some were more detailed than others, particularly Turkey's, Istanbul's and Mediterranea's. Mediterranea in the end got 120% for the war plans and an additional 10% from multiple directions bonus. France made very detailed plans for the invasion of Provence, which didn't happen due to Fed forces threatening Paris, and the plan for Paris' defence was relatively undetailed, though I got the general idea of troop deployment.
Bowsling
Deity
Yay! I win the award for lowest colonization chances! 
Okay, thanks for the explanation!
Okay, thanks for the explanation!
Jehoshua
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The End, Beginning.
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A boot crunched on a gravelly croatian beach, Cardinal Louis Bernadin, Supreme Commander of the Balkan Crusade had set foot on land after a brief voyage from Ravenna across the Adriatic Sea. On the sea from hence he came there was a vast armada of ships, their masts like lances pointing upwards to the heavens, their sails marked by the cross billowing in the wind. Coming up behind him on the shore for miles either side, and in croatian ports besides, were the men under his overarching command, those brave souls commissioned to enact the will of God.
This army stood on the shore of Croatia on this day because the The Holy Father had decreed that the Holy See would honour its allegiance to Istanbul, strategically waiting for the right time to attack. The Bosnians had weakened themselves in a futile attempt to take Constantinople and it was this the Curia was betting on in its calculations. Cardinal Bernadin however cared not for this political mess, for his eye saw only Sarajevo, and the extirpation of the legacy of Ottoman Rule in the region. The muslim bosnian kings were an outpost of the false prophet in rightly christian europe, and it would be he of all men who would reconquer the balkans for the Lord as Spain was reconquered centuries ago by the christian Kingdoms, it would be he and he alone who would place the banner of the cross atop the gates of Sarajevo furthering the great expansion of Catholic Christendom that had henceforth been heralded by Nuovo Milan and the Teutonic Order in years past as Islam and the pernicious protestant heresy were pushed back before the tide of Truth. Yes it would be under his command that Bosnia would come under the reign of the Vicar of Jesus Christ!
As the cardinal mused, the generals of the crusade, all serving under his overarching command, strode up the beach to stand beside him. The administrator of the Croatian territories likewise was riding down the beach with his personal guard to greet him. He greeted the Cardinal and after some brief conversation, inquiries as to the voyage, talk of the weather he asked a simple but poignant question. What was to happen next?
The Cardinal smiled and gave his answer
"We march East"
and as he spoke the legions of Christ, stretching as far as the eye could see in ranks innumerable as the stars in the heavens waited for his command.
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~ A commissioned portrait of Cardinal Bernadin supervising the landing of papal forces at the port of Trieste
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A boot crunched on a gravelly croatian beach, Cardinal Louis Bernadin, Supreme Commander of the Balkan Crusade had set foot on land after a brief voyage from Ravenna across the Adriatic Sea. On the sea from hence he came there was a vast armada of ships, their masts like lances pointing upwards to the heavens, their sails marked by the cross billowing in the wind. Coming up behind him on the shore for miles either side, and in croatian ports besides, were the men under his overarching command, those brave souls commissioned to enact the will of God.
This army stood on the shore of Croatia on this day because the The Holy Father had decreed that the Holy See would honour its allegiance to Istanbul, strategically waiting for the right time to attack. The Bosnians had weakened themselves in a futile attempt to take Constantinople and it was this the Curia was betting on in its calculations. Cardinal Bernadin however cared not for this political mess, for his eye saw only Sarajevo, and the extirpation of the legacy of Ottoman Rule in the region. The muslim bosnian kings were an outpost of the false prophet in rightly christian europe, and it would be he of all men who would reconquer the balkans for the Lord as Spain was reconquered centuries ago by the christian Kingdoms, it would be he and he alone who would place the banner of the cross atop the gates of Sarajevo furthering the great expansion of Catholic Christendom that had henceforth been heralded by Nuovo Milan and the Teutonic Order in years past as Islam and the pernicious protestant heresy were pushed back before the tide of Truth. Yes it would be under his command that Bosnia would come under the reign of the Vicar of Jesus Christ!
As the cardinal mused, the generals of the crusade, all serving under his overarching command, strode up the beach to stand beside him. The administrator of the Croatian territories likewise was riding down the beach with his personal guard to greet him. He greeted the Cardinal and after some brief conversation, inquiries as to the voyage, talk of the weather he asked a simple but poignant question. What was to happen next?
The Cardinal smiled and gave his answer
"We march East"
and as he spoke the legions of Christ, stretching as far as the eye could see in ranks innumerable as the stars in the heavens waited for his command.
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~ A commissioned portrait of Cardinal Bernadin supervising the landing of papal forces at the port of Trieste
Bowsling
Deity
The remnants of the Hedjazi army were barely recognizable as they entered Mosul. Where a proud, gleaming army of twenty thousand men had marched out of the gates three months earlier, a small tattered band of no more than two hundred hungry, tired men dragged themselves to their barracks. The remaining officers were powerless to stop even the water-peddlers from infiltrating the "ranks", hoping to make good business off this thirsty excuse for an army.
Heading the whole sorry affair was the only man on horseback, standing out from the rest with his clean white robes and impeccable posture, was the Crown Prince himself. Rumors circulated among the assembled crowd at the gate about his personal exploits. He had single-handedly killed one hundred Turks, said some. It was even whispered among some that he had challenged the Turkish commander, Çalik Pasha, to a duel during the heat of the devastating Battle of Nisibis.
When he entered his quarters in the barracks, he was surprised to find his father, Caliph Ibrahim II, waiting for him. Upon hearing the news of the devastating defeat at Nisibis, the Caliph had ridden out to Mosul as fast as possible to meet his son.
"Peace be upon you, my son." The Caliph started, "I have heard manygreat things of your brave deeds at Nisibis. You will be a great Caliph in time. I am, however, very disappointed at the outcome. Most of the blame rests squarely upon the shoulders of the fool Hamid Khan."
"Khan was indeed a fool. He has passed on from this world, and it is now upon God to make his judgment."
"The Turkish army, however, suffered a likewise fate. One more invasion of Ararat could finish them off. We will thus need to quickly rebuild our army and strike again. This time, we will have a competent general at the head of the army."
"I know just the man for the job. A regimental commander by the name of Faiz Khaleel. His regiment was responsible for the destruction of most of the Turkish army at Nisibis. He is a brilliant tactician and is well-loved already by the troops."
"Summon this Khaleel at once!" the Caliph shouted to a nearby servant. "In the meantime, my son, how shall we raise a new army?"
"I think you and I both know the answer to that question, father." the Prince replied, smiling.
Heading the whole sorry affair was the only man on horseback, standing out from the rest with his clean white robes and impeccable posture, was the Crown Prince himself. Rumors circulated among the assembled crowd at the gate about his personal exploits. He had single-handedly killed one hundred Turks, said some. It was even whispered among some that he had challenged the Turkish commander, Çalik Pasha, to a duel during the heat of the devastating Battle of Nisibis.
When he entered his quarters in the barracks, he was surprised to find his father, Caliph Ibrahim II, waiting for him. Upon hearing the news of the devastating defeat at Nisibis, the Caliph had ridden out to Mosul as fast as possible to meet his son.
"Peace be upon you, my son." The Caliph started, "I have heard manygreat things of your brave deeds at Nisibis. You will be a great Caliph in time. I am, however, very disappointed at the outcome. Most of the blame rests squarely upon the shoulders of the fool Hamid Khan."
"Khan was indeed a fool. He has passed on from this world, and it is now upon God to make his judgment."
"The Turkish army, however, suffered a likewise fate. One more invasion of Ararat could finish them off. We will thus need to quickly rebuild our army and strike again. This time, we will have a competent general at the head of the army."
"I know just the man for the job. A regimental commander by the name of Faiz Khaleel. His regiment was responsible for the destruction of most of the Turkish army at Nisibis. He is a brilliant tactician and is well-loved already by the troops."
"Summon this Khaleel at once!" the Caliph shouted to a nearby servant. "In the meantime, my son, how shall we raise a new army?"
"I think you and I both know the answer to that question, father." the Prince replied, smiling.
Bowsling
Deity
Nevermind.
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
Eugh. No wonder I failed.
spaceman98
Plotting something
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We declare war on the vile Portugese imperials whose horrible chains fill the glorious shores of our great continent with lies and filth. For their many crimes and slaving ways they will be punished, by the hand of the revolution.
Hail Paraguay.
All into armies.
Hail Paraguay.
All into armies.
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