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das said:Your rebellion failed, no stats for you.
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All Hail Tsar Alexius Shuisky I
NES2 V - The Great Game.
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All Hail Tsar Alexius Shuisky I
das
Regeneration In Process
I'm no Nazi, I'm a Stalinist. *continues with a thick Georgian accent* Haw many dyvysions hawe tha Croats?
das
Regeneration In Process
Speaking of the Popes, the Pope has recently been sighted in Andorra. What fiendish plans might he be harbouring?
das
Regeneration In Process
Is that trully wise? Andorra can be a powerful enemy. Especially considering the state of France right now...
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
From: Persia
To: Andorra
We demand that you honor our alliance, and declare war on the FK.
To: Andorra
We demand that you honor our alliance, and declare war on the FK.
das
Regeneration In Process
From: Andorra
To: FK
Did you declare war on Persia ALREADY?
To: FK
Did you declare war on Persia ALREADY?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
A couple pages back.
Page 102, actually.
Stormbringer said:
Page 102, actually.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Hmmm so I what am I supposed to work with ghosts eh?
you guys are hilarious. Btw Silver, that man does not look like 16 or 17
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Kal, please get on MSN. Thanks.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
No harshness here. 
Insane_Panda
Deity
I quit due to time constraints. Im just disappointed in Kal mainly for the blunders of his first few turns (i.e not sending supplies to mexico when I had managed to nearly rout the californians - his lack of supplies basically allowed the californians to come back as strong as ever. However, he did manage to get it under control eventually, and I am glad for that.) Also, hatching such a grandiose scheme against the FK and failing to coordinate it properly which has lead to the current state of France also angers me somewhat. Overall, I think there were a lot of missed oppurtunities which could have been capitalized on - such as the alliances i had established with numerous powers accross the world, and the growing developments with Portugal, the HRE, and Persia, but as Kal said, his internet access was limited. I would have prefered someone with a more stable internet access to have taken france, but meh. C'est la vie.
You'll see who I'll join as soon.
You'll see who I'll join as soon.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Disenfrancised said:I've got a few ideas on the name; The RGC maybe?
Encyclopedia Federatia, 1902 Edition
RGC, the. The great alliance assembled by the Federated Kingdoms in the middle of the 1860s to counterweight the efforts of the French empire. The name does not, as many a detractor would term it, refer to "Russel's Gang of Criminals", but instead stoods for 'The Royal Gallery Coalition'. Named for the Royal Gallery chamber of the Palace of Westminster where favoured foreign dignitaries would formally address, or be interviewed by, both houses of the British Parliment. The name, at first informal, gradually gained weight until appearing on offical documents in late 1866, and was formally introduced by Lord Russel in 1867, with the assignment of several offices in the Tower of St. Stephans for the officals assigned to the organization.
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Well I have to use my useless knowledge gained whilst wandering around the Houses of Parliment to some use don't I?
I like it, unless there are objections I think we will use this
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Interlude: Night in Shiraz
It was raining. A storm had blown down from Mongolia. It came across the steppe, and now it was sweeping down into the lowlands. At present it drenched Persia. Kalatian farmers would say prayers of thanks to Allah the next morning, but the long sought rain did nothing to improve the spirits of the Hundred Thousand, as the First and Second Armies were now being called. For the Islamic Army of Persia was passing into the East. And the Shah marched with them.
Hundreds upon hundreds of horses passed through the Grand Plaza that night. A swirling array of tattered, bullet-shredded cloaks rustled in the wind. Wagons rattled, with agitated, overworked quartermasters keeping everything in line. Supplies were restocked, explosives loaded, detachments augmented. Rifles were primed, polished, and hastily repaired. Three thousand, four hundred and twenty five canisters of Allahs Needles, three hundred prepared crates of Flames of Mohammed, and seven hundred casks of potassium sulfate were loaded, and trundled off, within the course of two hours. Thousands of rations, weapons, and other supplies were rapidly allocated.
Sleepy Persians looked out their windows and smiled. Not only could the driving rain do nothing to harm them in their houses, but Shah Ardashir was alive, and returned to them. Peering out of their small windows into the rainy and wet night, dim, fading fanfares could be heard as the Shah reentered the Royal Quarter.
The Council was pleased.
Hail Ardashir!
Its good to see that my advisors welcome my return.
What did you expect to come home to, a coup?
Well, all things considered yes.
Most of the clerics laughed. One or two mentally cancelled any coups they had been planning. Ibrahim smiled.
After the Islamic Council, the Supreme Persian Military Command, and the Shah were seated, discussions began in earnest.
Congratulations on your victories sire. We wanted to put into official writing the terms of surrender, but the Ottomans seem to have refused any negotiation.
Mustafa interrupted here.
Now, you might think their stubbornness to accept defeat is probably because theyre obstinate but I know the truth.
Ibrahim looked at the general. Well, what is it?
The Sultan cant sign the surrender because we blew off his right hand!
Ardashir spoke. Very funny Mustafa, but we still havent managed to plan our campaigns yet. I need to head to Karachi at once, and require at least 4 brigades of the P.E.C to accompany me.
Very well sire, but let us first discuss our diplomatic affairs. Very grave news has come from Europe. It would seem that Paris and Lyons have fallen, and much of Spain is overrun by the Federates.
Malik choked on his vodka. (A drink growing in popularity in Persia, thanks to the Dalnorossian trade routes.)
What the hell? Theyve captured Paris? What about the Emperor?
Dead. This puts us in a grave position.
We will have to consider our options carefully, now.
Actually sire, our position has just deteriorated greatly. Due to the warring in Europe, and the disruption in communications, this just arrived, three days ago.
A single line of flowing, English script was printed on a white page. It read,
Due to the continued recognition of Egypt by the Holy Islamic Republic of Persia, the nations of Persia and the Federated Kingdoms are now in a state of war.
Mustafa whistled. Mohammeds beard, what do we do now?
Ardashir stood. I must leave at once. This was something I had been forewarned of, from several contacts in Europe itself. That is why I ordered my son-in-law to command the battalions in Kalat, and why I was suspicious of Federate infiltration. Send messages immediately via couriers, perhaps through Dalnorossia, to both the Holy Roman Empire and Muscovy. Give our utmost diplomatic support to France.
We are going to execute the plan that I presented to the Council one year ago. This is the only possible course of action.
Jeshua spoke, for the first time that day.
Very well sire. I volunteer for the northwestern strike.
And I grant you 15 divisions for it. You will work in cohesion with Mustafa on the Northern Front. Malik will take sole command of the Western and Southwestern theaters. I will command the First, Second, and Third Armies in the Eastern theatre. Suleiman, you and Governor-General Babrak are my second and third in command.
The assembled generals spoke in unison. As you wish, sire.
And let this be known: If I am to perish in this task, these I appoint to rule in my stead. Ibrahim al-Jafaari, Minister of Finance, you are of Safavid lineage. In the event of my death, I appoint you to co-regency with my daughter Aidah. May you govern long, and wisely, until Ishmael V is grown.
Though you will never perish in battle, my Shah, I accept the duty.
Good. And may Allah bless you all. We will need his blessings in the troubled times to come.
They all rose. There were only about twenty of them, but they were Persias government, and its future. Walking steadily and purposefully, the generals, clerics, and the Shah strode out into the driving rain.
Several thousand miles away, a man named Ignacy was opening a letter.
It was raining. A storm had blown down from Mongolia. It came across the steppe, and now it was sweeping down into the lowlands. At present it drenched Persia. Kalatian farmers would say prayers of thanks to Allah the next morning, but the long sought rain did nothing to improve the spirits of the Hundred Thousand, as the First and Second Armies were now being called. For the Islamic Army of Persia was passing into the East. And the Shah marched with them.
Hundreds upon hundreds of horses passed through the Grand Plaza that night. A swirling array of tattered, bullet-shredded cloaks rustled in the wind. Wagons rattled, with agitated, overworked quartermasters keeping everything in line. Supplies were restocked, explosives loaded, detachments augmented. Rifles were primed, polished, and hastily repaired. Three thousand, four hundred and twenty five canisters of Allahs Needles, three hundred prepared crates of Flames of Mohammed, and seven hundred casks of potassium sulfate were loaded, and trundled off, within the course of two hours. Thousands of rations, weapons, and other supplies were rapidly allocated.
Sleepy Persians looked out their windows and smiled. Not only could the driving rain do nothing to harm them in their houses, but Shah Ardashir was alive, and returned to them. Peering out of their small windows into the rainy and wet night, dim, fading fanfares could be heard as the Shah reentered the Royal Quarter.
The Council was pleased.
Hail Ardashir!
Its good to see that my advisors welcome my return.
What did you expect to come home to, a coup?
Well, all things considered yes.
Most of the clerics laughed. One or two mentally cancelled any coups they had been planning. Ibrahim smiled.
After the Islamic Council, the Supreme Persian Military Command, and the Shah were seated, discussions began in earnest.
Congratulations on your victories sire. We wanted to put into official writing the terms of surrender, but the Ottomans seem to have refused any negotiation.
Mustafa interrupted here.
Now, you might think their stubbornness to accept defeat is probably because theyre obstinate but I know the truth.
Ibrahim looked at the general. Well, what is it?
The Sultan cant sign the surrender because we blew off his right hand!
Ardashir spoke. Very funny Mustafa, but we still havent managed to plan our campaigns yet. I need to head to Karachi at once, and require at least 4 brigades of the P.E.C to accompany me.
Very well sire, but let us first discuss our diplomatic affairs. Very grave news has come from Europe. It would seem that Paris and Lyons have fallen, and much of Spain is overrun by the Federates.
Malik choked on his vodka. (A drink growing in popularity in Persia, thanks to the Dalnorossian trade routes.)
What the hell? Theyve captured Paris? What about the Emperor?
Dead. This puts us in a grave position.
We will have to consider our options carefully, now.
Actually sire, our position has just deteriorated greatly. Due to the warring in Europe, and the disruption in communications, this just arrived, three days ago.
A single line of flowing, English script was printed on a white page. It read,
Due to the continued recognition of Egypt by the Holy Islamic Republic of Persia, the nations of Persia and the Federated Kingdoms are now in a state of war.
Mustafa whistled. Mohammeds beard, what do we do now?
Ardashir stood. I must leave at once. This was something I had been forewarned of, from several contacts in Europe itself. That is why I ordered my son-in-law to command the battalions in Kalat, and why I was suspicious of Federate infiltration. Send messages immediately via couriers, perhaps through Dalnorossia, to both the Holy Roman Empire and Muscovy. Give our utmost diplomatic support to France.
We are going to execute the plan that I presented to the Council one year ago. This is the only possible course of action.
Jeshua spoke, for the first time that day.
Very well sire. I volunteer for the northwestern strike.
And I grant you 15 divisions for it. You will work in cohesion with Mustafa on the Northern Front. Malik will take sole command of the Western and Southwestern theaters. I will command the First, Second, and Third Armies in the Eastern theatre. Suleiman, you and Governor-General Babrak are my second and third in command.
The assembled generals spoke in unison. As you wish, sire.
And let this be known: If I am to perish in this task, these I appoint to rule in my stead. Ibrahim al-Jafaari, Minister of Finance, you are of Safavid lineage. In the event of my death, I appoint you to co-regency with my daughter Aidah. May you govern long, and wisely, until Ishmael V is grown.
Though you will never perish in battle, my Shah, I accept the duty.
Good. And may Allah bless you all. We will need his blessings in the troubled times to come.
They all rose. There were only about twenty of them, but they were Persias government, and its future. Walking steadily and purposefully, the generals, clerics, and the Shah strode out into the driving rain.
Several thousand miles away, a man named Ignacy was opening a letter.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Panda, please get on MSN, thanks. (I seem to be saying that a lot lately.)
Insane_Panda
Deity
My MSN doesn't work! AIM!
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