NES2 V - The Great Game.
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Now about those borders...I think that the OTL borders might be a bit tough to define, but here's our suggestion:
Pretty generous, I think. And all areas under your control are ethnically Turkish. I'll also guarantee free emigration for any Turks not living within these boundries.
EDIT: Andis, please get on MSN, thanks.
Pretty generous, I think. And all areas under your control are ethnically Turkish. I'll also guarantee free emigration for any Turks not living within these boundries.
EDIT: Andis, please get on MSN, thanks.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
No problem. We can talk then, and I'll send you a PM in the meantime.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Thlayli said:
Amusing that the reminants of the Ottoman empire, which was more than willing to send troops to the HREs aid, will now be ordered to help by the power whose attacks meant that the Ottomans couldn't assist the Kaiser in the first place!
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
So true. (ten)
das
Regeneration In Process
OOC:
The thing was, the Imperials didn't attack. In fact, they seemed to be completely passive. Then news came that the smaller Swedish force engaged them in the rear, and the local over-bold commander decided to use this opportunity of lifetime to destroy half an army group. And, well, destroy it he did but the Imperials used the moment to attack his forces in the rear. Such stuff happens.
Depends on where. The urban poor mostly support them, as do parts of the middle class and most of the noveau riche (and a few of the aristocracy, but very few when compared with the other factions). The peasantry, however, doesn't like them at all.
That much is true, will fix...
Meh, they just really tried real hard. And got lucky a few times.
Frankly its not very difficult to start commanding a huge coalition of great powers, one could do that on daring alone.
*booming voice* Am I hearing some kitchen dissident whispering here?!
Anyway, they do that very often. So do I, unfortunately. But to be entirely honest, commanders often have to disobey orders because of changing situations in real life as well, and that isn't necessarily a bad thing.
As of now, all of those lands are thoroughly wrecked and devastated by war, and by the need to fund the war effort particularily - remember, the Turkish economy collapsed.
Its quite on the level.
They occured, but didn't develop into anything like OTL's Raskol.
The gypsies and the Tartars (in Kazan'). Oh, and the skoptsi (castrates, a heretical sect).
The CND is that... uh... cyanish blue? The purple is the Republic.
My bad.
Forgot to delete them in the stats.
(Which is weird - I'm sure I checked that before posting...)
IC:
From: Brazilians
To: Portugal
Though no longer one country, our peoples are still brothers, and still are united by one great struggle!
From: Bulgarian Rebels
To: Persia
Hell no! We demand that the historical Bulgarian city of Sofia is added to our territory!
The thing was, the Imperials didn't attack. In fact, they seemed to be completely passive. Then news came that the smaller Swedish force engaged them in the rear, and the local over-bold commander decided to use this opportunity of lifetime to destroy half an army group. And, well, destroy it he did but the Imperials used the moment to attack his forces in the rear. Such stuff happens.
Depends on where. The urban poor mostly support them, as do parts of the middle class and most of the noveau riche (and a few of the aristocracy, but very few when compared with the other factions). The peasantry, however, doesn't like them at all.
That much is true, will fix...
Meh, they just really tried real hard. And got lucky a few times.
Frankly its not very difficult to start commanding a huge coalition of great powers, one could do that on daring alone.
*booming voice* Am I hearing some kitchen dissident whispering here?!
Anyway, they do that very often. So do I, unfortunately. But to be entirely honest, commanders often have to disobey orders because of changing situations in real life as well, and that isn't necessarily a bad thing.
As of now, all of those lands are thoroughly wrecked and devastated by war, and by the need to fund the war effort particularily - remember, the Turkish economy collapsed.
Its quite on the level.
They occured, but didn't develop into anything like OTL's Raskol.
?
The gypsies and the Tartars (in Kazan'). Oh, and the skoptsi (castrates, a heretical sect).
The CND is that... uh... cyanish blue? The purple is the Republic.
My bad.
Forgot to delete them in the stats.
(Which is weird - I'm sure I checked that before posting...)IC:
From: Brazilians
To: Portugal
Though no longer one country, our peoples are still brothers, and still are united by one great struggle!
From: Bulgarian Rebels
To: Persia
Hell no! We demand that the historical Bulgarian city of Sofia is added to our territory!
ThomAnder
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Ah ok. So basically, I ordered them to wait for an attack, they got impatient, went elsewhere, then an attack did come and they weren't there. It was a coin flip to have them stay put or move elsewhere, though i would've thought they would move to siege Vienna.... oh well. Moving on... =)
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
From: Persia
To: Bulgarian Rebels
We'll agree to giving you Sofia, if you agree to our other propositions.
To: CDN, Provisional Government
From: Persia
Agree, or it will be all our heads.
EDIT:
Ok, here is the (slightly edited) partition map:
*mutters about ungrateful Bulgarians*
With that cleared up, all nations except Greece have accepted the terms of the treaty, we're just waiting on them. Due to the vulnerable nature of the smaller Balkan states, Romania and Bulgaria are not obligated to declare war on the FK at this point and time, as long as they agree to the other terms.
To: Bulgarian Rebels
We'll agree to giving you Sofia, if you agree to our other propositions.
To: CDN, Provisional Government
From: Persia
Agree, or it will be all our heads.
EDIT:
Ok, here is the (slightly edited) partition map:
*mutters about ungrateful Bulgarians*
With that cleared up, all nations except Greece have accepted the terms of the treaty, we're just waiting on them. Due to the vulnerable nature of the smaller Balkan states, Romania and Bulgaria are not obligated to declare war on the FK at this point and time, as long as they agree to the other terms.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Well Sofia is kind of important to them...'sides its the Balkans - someone will be angry whatever you do...
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I just noticed this...
Greek Rebels
Capital: None yet
Ruler: Leonidas Trikoupis
Government: Revolutionary Junta
Centralization: Loose Federation
Tech. Level: Middle Modern Age
Army (Training): 3 divisions (Better), 2 irregular divisions
Navy (Training): 5 ships (Tolerable)
Economy: Normal (+1)
Leadership (Military/Civilian): Competent/Barely Tolerable
Infrastructure: Great
Education: Perfect
Culture: Devoted
Confidence: Respecting
Projects:
Nation Background: The Greeks are an ancient people, and a proud one. Conquerors came and went, but Greek pride remained. The Turks, who had last conquered Greece, are now gone. Will they be the last foreigners to trample the long-suffering Greek lands?
Fear the Greeks...FEAR THE GREEKS!!
Greek Rebels
Capital: None yet
Ruler: Leonidas Trikoupis
Government: Revolutionary Junta
Centralization: Loose Federation
Tech. Level: Middle Modern Age
Army (Training): 3 divisions (Better), 2 irregular divisions
Navy (Training): 5 ships (Tolerable)
Economy: Normal (+1)
Leadership (Military/Civilian): Competent/Barely Tolerable
Infrastructure: Great
Education: Perfect
Culture: Devoted
Confidence: Respecting
Projects:
Nation Background: The Greeks are an ancient people, and a proud one. Conquerors came and went, but Greek pride remained. The Turks, who had last conquered Greece, are now gone. Will they be the last foreigners to trample the long-suffering Greek lands?
Fear the Greeks...FEAR THE GREEKS!!
Insane_Panda
Deity
I shall make a rifle that shall outclass all of you! It shall be called... le chassepot!
Insane_Panda
Deity
It was made? When? When?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Panda...you do agree, correct? Your counterpart already has.
Regarding the chassepot...das said that a model quite similar to it had been created.
Regarding the chassepot...das said that a model quite similar to it had been created.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Thlayli said:
Who cares; the greeks will conquer us all with their fully automatics! Also Thlayli...when will you stop revealing potentially important stuff in thread?
Stockholm lay ruined. Burnt pieces of rubble were all that remained. The University of Stockholm still stood, just barely. Its once great library was destroyed, but the building was still intact, although just barely. The professors and researchers had escaped, although there were some fatalities. The factories of the once great city were similarly destroyed, and many families were left without homes.
Karl the XV stood with a heavy heart in front of a large, angry crowd surveying the damages. Mothers cursed the Muscovite Tsar, tearing their hair as sons were pulled from the wreckage, while old men spit into the ground, shaking their head for the incompetence of the King.
The King sighed heavily, before stepping forward to a podium set upon a make shift platform. He would give a speech, before giving his helping hand in the re-building of the city. The crowd continued to mill, and curse his name under their breath when he took the stage, but they did not do so too loudly, the armed guards ending those thoughts quickly.
"It is a day that will forever live in infamy. The Muscovy government launched a secret attack against our fair capital of Stockholm, and the city of Kalmar. They did so without honor, flying our flags to pass through our waters, and wearing our uniforms to avoid our militias.
The Muscovites have broken the unspoken code of war through this action, disguising themselves as our own soldiers, and abandoning all pretenses of honor by killing old men, women, and children in the burning of our undefended cities. As the King, and commander of our strong armies, I recognize my faliure to protect our shores. I accept that this city is broken by my own inaction, yet the Muscovy Tsas is still more of a villain than I.
In a peace conference just last year, Alexius accused the Swedish people of being the dishonorable ones for attacking the Germans after agreeing to peace. While we capitulated this point, the Swedish people had to continue to the crusade for justice, and for vengeance against the Holy Roman Empire. Yet now, the Tsar's words a year ago ring with hypocrisy. The dead who lie buried underneath the rubble latest for that. The dishonorable actions of the Lieb guard disguised as Swedes account for that.
This Union will not rest until the actions of the Tsar Alexius, and the Lieb guard account for their sins. It is they who are truly responsible for this travesty, and indeed, for the tyranny that occurred during Tsar Alexius' Reign of Terror. It is our duty, and our mission now to free the Muscovite people, and to give freedom to the oppressed. Our duty now is not just the reclamation of our lands, but the total destruction of the Alexius regime.
But for now, it is our duty to rebuild and move on in these once great cities. The forges of Kalmar will burn again, and the University of Stockholm will once more be filled with the young scholars of the next age. This great nation will carry on in liberty, and in glory with the strength of the people behind it."
Karl the XV stepped off the podium amid the cheers and angry yells to behead the Tsar that followed his rousing speech. His face was cold, and he stepped behind the make-shift platform. A lone, graying man clapped amid the silent, steel faced officers and people of the state.
The King smiled at the man, before walking over to him and shaking his hand. They exchanged smiles, and hearty back slapping before finally striking up a conversation.
"Alfred Krupp, you old dog, what are you doing here? I thought you would be beginning to rebuild your factories in Kalmar?"
Alfred Krupp merely shrugged before responding, "Well, I wanted to be around for your inspiring speech. Besides, my factories can wait for now. Revenge against the Muscovites must come first. After all, I'm an official Swede now. Besides, with the occupation of Northern Germany, I've been able to reclaim many of the German Iron factories for my own, along with a few other former German and now Swedish moguls. We won't run out of iron now that Kalmar is destroyed, although I will make sure that it is rebuilt to its former glory."
The King smiled a small, sad smile at the good news. "So you consider yourself a Swede now? For all the good that does you," the King said, motioning to the still destroyed city.
Krupp merely shook his head. "They will pay, as you promised already. Come, let us begin the rebuilding of the city. We can start right now..."
With that, the two men began to walk over to the destroyed houses, and began picking up the wood and carrying it themselves to begin creating a pile for clean up. At the action, much of the crowd, and the officials, began to help out too. The people began to look upon the King favorably, since his speech inspired them to get revenge against the Tsar (but not the people, only the Tsar's army), and for his actual involvement in rebuilding the city.
At a particular moment when the King was reaching down to pick up a badly burned body, a Lieb guard member that had been left behind in the raid and had escaped detection yelled angrily in Russian before firing at the King. Time seemed to slow down, and the numerous Swedish guards cocked their weapons and fired back upon the assassin.
Karl the XV fell to the ground, and blood splattered into the debris. The assassin fell, dead from several bullets shot by Berserker guards. The crowd screamed once the shock from the several second exchange disappeared. Karl the XV lay on the ground in pain for what seemed like an eternity to the shocked crowd, the King rose shakily to his feet.
He was bleeding heavily at the shoulder, for the assassin had barely missed the Kings neck. Numerous guards rushed to the Kings aid, but Karl the XV pushed them off him. He turned back towards the charred body, and began pulling the body out from the debris, trying to lift him up with his arms. An amazed guard picked his jaw up, and helped the King lift the dead, charred boy up.
"My wounds are nothing compared to the guilt of my failure. The Tsar must pay more dearly than I."
The Kings words silenced the crowd around him, while those in the back whispered amongst themselves trying to figure out what had happened. The King, with the guard, carried the boy forward through the crowd, bringing the young dead boy carefully to the center of the city. The King lay the boy down, and then knelt, bowing his head in remembrance for the dead, his clothes red with his own blood. Tears dripped down his face, and fell to the cold ground.
Those people there knelt as well, and a heavy silence of mourning held the crowd. The city of Stockholm mourned for the dead, and by morning, news of the Kings speech, and survival of the assassination attempt, and the subsequent honoring of the dead above his own safety had reached the far corners of the Scandinavian Union.
Young men were strengthen by his strength, and mothers told the story to their small children. Old men smoked their pipes thoughtfully, and the troops on the front dedicated themselves to revenge. For the Scandinavian Union, their King was a hero.
Karl the XV stood with a heavy heart in front of a large, angry crowd surveying the damages. Mothers cursed the Muscovite Tsar, tearing their hair as sons were pulled from the wreckage, while old men spit into the ground, shaking their head for the incompetence of the King.
The King sighed heavily, before stepping forward to a podium set upon a make shift platform. He would give a speech, before giving his helping hand in the re-building of the city. The crowd continued to mill, and curse his name under their breath when he took the stage, but they did not do so too loudly, the armed guards ending those thoughts quickly.
"It is a day that will forever live in infamy. The Muscovy government launched a secret attack against our fair capital of Stockholm, and the city of Kalmar. They did so without honor, flying our flags to pass through our waters, and wearing our uniforms to avoid our militias.
The Muscovites have broken the unspoken code of war through this action, disguising themselves as our own soldiers, and abandoning all pretenses of honor by killing old men, women, and children in the burning of our undefended cities. As the King, and commander of our strong armies, I recognize my faliure to protect our shores. I accept that this city is broken by my own inaction, yet the Muscovy Tsas is still more of a villain than I.
In a peace conference just last year, Alexius accused the Swedish people of being the dishonorable ones for attacking the Germans after agreeing to peace. While we capitulated this point, the Swedish people had to continue to the crusade for justice, and for vengeance against the Holy Roman Empire. Yet now, the Tsar's words a year ago ring with hypocrisy. The dead who lie buried underneath the rubble latest for that. The dishonorable actions of the Lieb guard disguised as Swedes account for that.
This Union will not rest until the actions of the Tsar Alexius, and the Lieb guard account for their sins. It is they who are truly responsible for this travesty, and indeed, for the tyranny that occurred during Tsar Alexius' Reign of Terror. It is our duty, and our mission now to free the Muscovite people, and to give freedom to the oppressed. Our duty now is not just the reclamation of our lands, but the total destruction of the Alexius regime.
But for now, it is our duty to rebuild and move on in these once great cities. The forges of Kalmar will burn again, and the University of Stockholm will once more be filled with the young scholars of the next age. This great nation will carry on in liberty, and in glory with the strength of the people behind it."
Karl the XV stepped off the podium amid the cheers and angry yells to behead the Tsar that followed his rousing speech. His face was cold, and he stepped behind the make-shift platform. A lone, graying man clapped amid the silent, steel faced officers and people of the state.
The King smiled at the man, before walking over to him and shaking his hand. They exchanged smiles, and hearty back slapping before finally striking up a conversation.
"Alfred Krupp, you old dog, what are you doing here? I thought you would be beginning to rebuild your factories in Kalmar?"
Alfred Krupp merely shrugged before responding, "Well, I wanted to be around for your inspiring speech. Besides, my factories can wait for now. Revenge against the Muscovites must come first. After all, I'm an official Swede now. Besides, with the occupation of Northern Germany, I've been able to reclaim many of the German Iron factories for my own, along with a few other former German and now Swedish moguls. We won't run out of iron now that Kalmar is destroyed, although I will make sure that it is rebuilt to its former glory."
The King smiled a small, sad smile at the good news. "So you consider yourself a Swede now? For all the good that does you," the King said, motioning to the still destroyed city.
Krupp merely shook his head. "They will pay, as you promised already. Come, let us begin the rebuilding of the city. We can start right now..."
With that, the two men began to walk over to the destroyed houses, and began picking up the wood and carrying it themselves to begin creating a pile for clean up. At the action, much of the crowd, and the officials, began to help out too. The people began to look upon the King favorably, since his speech inspired them to get revenge against the Tsar (but not the people, only the Tsar's army), and for his actual involvement in rebuilding the city.
******
At a particular moment when the King was reaching down to pick up a badly burned body, a Lieb guard member that had been left behind in the raid and had escaped detection yelled angrily in Russian before firing at the King. Time seemed to slow down, and the numerous Swedish guards cocked their weapons and fired back upon the assassin.
Karl the XV fell to the ground, and blood splattered into the debris. The assassin fell, dead from several bullets shot by Berserker guards. The crowd screamed once the shock from the several second exchange disappeared. Karl the XV lay on the ground in pain for what seemed like an eternity to the shocked crowd, the King rose shakily to his feet.
He was bleeding heavily at the shoulder, for the assassin had barely missed the Kings neck. Numerous guards rushed to the Kings aid, but Karl the XV pushed them off him. He turned back towards the charred body, and began pulling the body out from the debris, trying to lift him up with his arms. An amazed guard picked his jaw up, and helped the King lift the dead, charred boy up.
"My wounds are nothing compared to the guilt of my failure. The Tsar must pay more dearly than I."
The Kings words silenced the crowd around him, while those in the back whispered amongst themselves trying to figure out what had happened. The King, with the guard, carried the boy forward through the crowd, bringing the young dead boy carefully to the center of the city. The King lay the boy down, and then knelt, bowing his head in remembrance for the dead, his clothes red with his own blood. Tears dripped down his face, and fell to the cold ground.
Those people there knelt as well, and a heavy silence of mourning held the crowd. The city of Stockholm mourned for the dead, and by morning, news of the Kings speech, and survival of the assassination attempt, and the subsequent honoring of the dead above his own safety had reached the far corners of the Scandinavian Union.
Young men were strengthen by his strength, and mothers told the story to their small children. Old men smoked their pipes thoughtfully, and the troops on the front dedicated themselves to revenge. For the Scandinavian Union, their King was a hero.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
WALL O' TEXT!
*dies*
I stopped reading stories long time ago.Except the few odd ones that catch my attention...
*dies*
I stopped reading stories long time ago.Except the few odd ones that catch my attention...
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