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True, which is why the FK attacked. I was assured assitiance from France. I didn't think it was misplaced. I was very wrong.
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Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
The Far Away Diu
Diu is a Federate city on the very southern tip of Gujarat in India. It became well known over the last few decades, and attracted quite a number of Federate citizens, and not only bureaucrats looking to get promoted, but surprisingly enough it also became home to a number of prominent scientists and artists. Inspired by Indian culture and traditions these people went to Diu to learn all they could, and to bring it back to the Kingdoms.
At the beginning of last year this city remained the only one in all of Gujarat still under Federate control. Many Federate citizens fled other parts of Gujarat to the relative safety of the large Federate colony, but the Persians were still coming fast.
Last Night
Robert was lying on his back, and not a thing in the whole world bothered him. The war, the outpost, the fact that the ground was rather hard and uneven, all of that did not matter because he was with Tammy. Her hand was covering his eyes and they were talking about something, but he was not paying much attention to the conversation, and all his thoughts focused on how lucky he was to have her.
But few good things last long, and someone from the outpost started calling his name.
"Do you hear that?" asked Tammy.
"No, don't hear a thing." He was obviously telling a lie, but he didn't care, nobody was going to take him away from her.
"You know you have to go. And its almost dawn anyways, I have to get back to the city. But you'll come visit me, right?"
With a sigh Robert got up and walked with her for a bit towards the outpost.
When he got there he found Akshat, an Indian who was educated in London, and was a scientist who had a dream to bring science to India. He was assigned to be Robert's partner for a few days in the outposts outside Diu. Usually Robert came back sooner from his nightly adventures, and so Akshat got worried and decided to call. For a second Robert got mad at him, but that quickly passed, since, after all, Akshat did spend every night alone in the outpost because of him. The two men sat down, and begun to boil water to make some tea.
The Ship
Over the night a ship approached the Diu harbor, a Brigantine "Eye of the Wind." She was carrying some much needed supplies that the people of the city expected, but no troops. And even the supplies that the small ship did carry would hardly provide the city with all it needed, but Captain John Wellesley assured the local Governor that a number of larger ships are on their way to re-enforce the city.
The three officers of the ship - Captain John Wellesley, Lieutenant Mark Wallenshtein, and Midshipman Percy Dickson - were walking towards the center of the city, away from the dock. At the ship a line of people already formed to try and get as many supplies as possible, and only the presence of a few sailors with guns prevented the crowd from storming the ship by force.
Dickson left the group quickly and disappeared in the city while the other two officers proceeded to accompany Governor Wade to his office. There they talked and exchanged news about the war and Europe until they were interrupted by a man in a military uniform who rushed into the office.
"I can't do it anymore! I can't shoot our own people!"
"What's going on, Coneco?" The Governor quickly got up
"Everyone wants supplies from the ship. Everyone. Some people tried to sneak onto the ship pretending to be sailors, some people bribe others in the line, and some people are ready to fight! Two people wounded so far, and all because of stupid supplies!"
The two officers got up, "I think we better look after the ship," said the Captain, and they left.
The Outpost
Robert and Akshat were sitting at the outpost, Akshat was trying to teach Robert something about botany, but not very successfully. And then the gunshots came. First the came from far away, and amiss, but there was no doubt that they were directed at the outpost.
The two men sprung into action, turned the artillery piece that was at the outpost, and cursed the military commander who sent only two people to the outpost that should have had twenty. They fired the artillery, and then the saw the Persians. Out of the forest clearing, about five or six miles away, came a small line of Persians. The Persian artillery shot one more time, still way short of the outpost, but closer.
The two men looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Then Akshat grabbed Robert and pushed him out of the window facing the city. He yelled, "Run Robert, tell the commander on the hill, and send reinforcements, I'll scare them with some artillery fire." Robert was about to refuse to leave when the new artillery shot from the Persian side hit square on the outpost, collapsing part of the structure and burying Akshat under it. Robert looked at what was left of the outpost, looked at the Persian army, and ran.
He arrived at the "Hill" where the command post for the Diu defenses was in half an hour or so, barged into the officer's room and announced, "Akshat is dead," before collapsing onto the floor.
The "Hill" was situated on the biggest hill among the rolling hills that surrounded the city. It was also at the source of one of the many springs and small rivers that snaked their way through the area. Quickly, the commander, Karl Gofsman, ordered all artillery and all forward positions manned and to prepare for the fight.
The Hill
The first person to emerge out of the woods near the forward Federate fortifications was not a Persian, but an Indian - Akshat. He limped towards the positions, and it was only by luck that he was not shot - the officer of the company that he emerged near knew him. He apparently managed to crawl out from under the collapsed outpost and make his way to the Hill, but the Persians were not far behind.
A few minutes later the Persians emerged. At a distance of a few miles they were clearly visible on the plain below the Hill. The artillery opened fire, and the Persians stopped. The next half hour both sides exchanged artillery shells, with the Federates easily outdoing the Persians because of better position and weaponry, but then, one by one, the guns fell silent. The Federates were out of ammunition.
Cursing and yelling the soldiers fell back to the Hill and the officers quickly had to decide what to do. The Persians realized their luck and were pressing hard towards the fort. As the Federates got into small ships to go down the river towards the city and hopefully prepare a new line of defenses it became clear that the Persians would overtake them before they could leave.
And then Robert, disgraced after the fact that he left his companion to die, sprung up from his seat and ran up the tower of the Hill. Everyone looked at him, and then...artillery shot a shell from the tower. Everyone forgot about two very old guns in the tower, but Robert remembered. Another shot, and the Persians stopped, unsure whether the Federate silence has been just a trap.
Robert saw another man run up to the tower and open fire from the other gun. Together they continued to fire on the Persian positions for a good twenty minutes before the Persian officers gave the order to advance once more, but by this time the fort has been evacuated. Only now could Robert look over and see who was the other man - it was Karl Gofman, the commander of the outpost.
They both rushed down, and found that the troops left two canoes for them on the river. Quickly, they got inside and begun to paddle as hard as they could down the river. Soon enough they were out of harm's way.
The City
Meanwhile in the city Captain Wellesley was back in the Governor's office talking to John Wade. Wade was complaining about never seeing his son, even though he is here, in Diu. His son was with his mother almost all the time, as the Governor was faced with an incredibly important job of having to run the city that was under siege.
The Captain talked a little and tried to comfort the Governor. He made up a story about his own son, back in England, got hopelessly lost in his own lies, and decided that it is best to drink some wine. Coneco reported that most of the supplies have been unloaded from the ship. The war slowly slipped from everyone's mind until Karl Gofman walked in.
The Governor looked surprised to see him there, after all he should have been at the Hill, commanding the defense lines.
"I think I will disappoint you," Gofman's English was not perfect, and so he used the wrong word, "The artillery ran out of ammunition. The front is lost everywhere and the Persians are advancing slowly towards the city. My men are already putting up preliminary defenses right outside."
Captain Wellesley stood up quickly, "How dangerous are the Persians?"
"They are barbarians, sadly enough. We can't hold their large army without having artillery supplies, and if they get into the city they will kill all Federates, old or young, women or children, all of them. Captain, we need your help, how big is the ship of yours?"
"How big is the ship?" The Captain paused for a moment. "You, there, go find Wallenshtein and Dickson. You! Go get all the children in the city and gather them near the docks!"
Wade's eyes were black and calm when he heard this - the eyes of someone who has been through too much for just one life.
The River
Robert made it to the city alright, and ran towards the school where Tammy worked as a teacher. He quickly started asking people where she was, and it turned out she left in a small boat with a few students to teach them a class just outside the city, up the river. Where the Persians were coming from.
Robert sprinted back to the river, grabbed his canoe and started paddling up the river. It took him almost half an hour to find them, but he did. On the left shore of the river he saw a small group of people and a wrecked boat next to them. He paddled over, and indeed there was his Tammy and a few school children, along with Patrick, another teacher.
He jumped to shore, and ran up to them. Patrick was trying to fix the boat, and Tammy was entertaining the children with some song. He quickly spoke with her, and then went to see how the boat was doing. It was hopeless. It ran onto some rocks, and the gaping holes in the bottom could not be fixed, not in the half an hour they had anyways.
Robert looked at Patrick and told him about the Persians. Patrick looked grim.
"When will they be here?"
"Half an hour."
"Can we fix the boat in that time?" Patrick was still hopeful, but Robert just shook his head.
"So here is the situation - we have us two, Tammy, and the kids," begun Robert, "and Tammy is the girl I love more than anything and she will get out of here alive."
"Well, in that case there is no question," Patrick didn't like the option, but still proposed it, "Tammy takes as many kids as she can in your canoe and goes to the city."
"No," Robert looked Patrick right in the eyes, "That won't save her, the Persians will be in the City by tonight. There is a ship in the city, and she must get onto it. Either I go with her or you go, and you promise me you will get her on that ship."
"You are crazy," Patrick didn't believe what he was hearing, "These are children!"
"And the once that will stay here are not children? Who will pick the once Tammy takes with her? You? Go ahead, pick!"
Patrick stood silent, shocked.
"So? Do you promise?"
Patrick shook his head, and in a soft voice said, "She will hate you for this."
"I don't care, I will be dead in a few hours."
Robert went towards Tammy and asked her to help him with the canoe. She approached, and even got in when he asked her to get something from it. And then he pushed it off the sand, jumped in, and started paddling, away from the shore where Patrick and the kids remained. As the canoe sped away Robert could hear faint sounds of gunshots up the river.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Our Future
In the city everything was quite. The news of the Persian attack spread and the Federate colony fell into anxiousness. Some people tried to get to the ship, the only one in the harbor, but were stopped. The City Council was meeting with the governor, and Captain Wellesley was walking through the city to join them.
As he walked he found that people recognized him now, and most of them stepped aside as he came close, as a show of respect. One man stepped forward and asked him to take a letter. The handwriting on the piece of paper was almost illegible, but the Captain took it, and patted the man on the back as he walked by.
As the Captain walked up the stairs a man in a suit that he didn’t know walked towards him. The Captain stopped him, "Who is in charge of the kids around here?"
"I am," the man replied, "what do you want?"
"I want all the kids to be on my ship in half an hour."
"You are the Captain? Ok...sure...Glad someone made up their mind..." The man left hastily and headed towards the docks.
Before the Captain could walk inside the building the Council members came out. The people in the square before the building hushed and prepared to listen.
Governor Wade begun to talk to the people, "I think we all know the situation by now. We have no way to get out of this city, and the Persians will be here in a few hours. It is time to choose what we value the most in this world..." He begun to cry, but pulled himself together and quickly said, "I really want to live. And the kids...I have a kid, a little boy, he is there, by the docks...I don't know. You decide."
There was a deadly silence in the air, no one in the whole square said a word. It seemed to last an eternity.
Captain Wellesley stepped up, and looked at the crowd. Every single person was looking at him, but he forced himself to start speaking, "You see, I think there has been a mistake. The Governor offers you the chance to decide, but, you see, there is nothing to decide. Everything is decided. The young kids are already on the ship." The whole crowd let out a sigh, and the Captain continued, "The others are being loaded right now. I think they will all fit. No, I don't think, I am sure. Forgive me, but I decided it all by myself. I have that right, and I have the right to stop anyone who tries to challenge me, but I don't think I will have to use it, will I? You can say good bye to your kids, but no one will board the ship. We must all realize that the most important thing to us is our future."
"We don't have one!" yelled someone from the crowd.
"Yes we do!" This was not the Captain, it was someone else in the crowd, "Our future are our kids. We must be fair. Life is a wonderful thing, and we all know it, but our kids will only learn it in the future. We have already loved, they will only love in the future. We have lived, and they have yet to live. And now I am going to go man the walls."
Our Past
When Wellesley arrived in the port the crowd was bigger than he had imagined. People gathered around the docks, and looked on as children were loaded onto the small ship. He noticed a very well dressed lady, Melissa Wade, the wife of the Governor, standing to the side. He walked up to her.
“Hello Captain, I’m just waiting for John.”
“I’m sure he will be here soon,” and he kept walking.
As the Captain walked towards the ship a short, burly man stopped him.
“Captain,” he said, “Please, take this.”
He extended his hand with a long, heavy roll.
“What is it?” asked the Captain.
“This is my last picture. I am Joseph Surd.”
“Joseph Surd…I didn’t know you are here…”
“Take it. It does not weigh a lot. It is the best picture I ever painted my whole life. It’s ‘Wind’.”
Everything inside the Captain tightened, Joseph Surd was the best known artist of England at the time. He took the canvas carefully.
“Thank you, Captain.”
Melissa Wade came up to the Captain again, shaking, and holding her son, Tim, by the hand.
“Captain?” she sounded desperate.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Captain, I don’t know what to do with Tim…he is so timid…he never even plays with other kids…”
The Captain looked at Tim and thought of his father right now, back in the city, desperately organizing a defense against the Persians.
“He will be ok. Kids get used to everything quickly.”
“No, no, you don’t understand. Can I go with him? He needs me,” tears begun to roll down her cheeks.
“Ma’am, please don’t. I’m afraid we might not even have enough room for the children.”
“No, I can sleep in the dirtiest place, in the smallest compartment you have, but please, please let me go!” She grabbed his hand and begun to cry.
“Ma’am, let’s get your child on board, and then I will come back to you, and, if its possible, you will be next to me when the ship leaves, ok?” she looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out if he means what he says. Then she nodded her head.
The Captain walked up the ramp with Tim, and exchanged a few words with Wallenshtein and Dickson who were on board, trying to get the kids loaded onto the ship. Then he walked back onto the dock, and a man and a woman approached him.
“Captain! Captain!” yelled the man, “Who is going on the ship?”
“Children and two teachers, that’s it. Who are you?”
“I am Robert, and this is Tammy. She is a teacher, she has to go on this ship. She is really good with kids.”
The Captain looked over the pretty girl standing next to him. She looked uptight, and almost mad, standing a short distance from Robert.
“I can’t Robert. We are taking the head teacher, because he knows the children, and a doctor, that’s it. Other than that it is only mothers with newborns and children.”
“She is also a mother. She will be. She has my child,” desperately tried Robert, but at that time Tammy came up and pushed him away. She shook her head and looked at the Captain who met her gaze with his sad eyes, and then both walked apart.
Wellesley walked up to the ship once again, almost all the kids were inside now and Percy Dickson just came out of the ship, accompanies by Andrew Pishta, the man put in charge of the kids.
Dickson sighed heavily, “This is crazy, so many young buggers, cramped, sweaty. I am staying here. To tell you the truth Captain, I am tired of you. You and Mark can manage.”
The Captain looked at him and they hugged, then the Captain looked at Pishta and said, “Well, it seems you will have to do without a midshipman. I am sure you can manage though, all you have to do is sail out of the harbor.”
Pishta looked at him, bewildered, “What? What is this? You are the Captain! Stop this posturing.”
“Posturing? I don’t know how. But you should go, before there are so many kids you can’t get onto the ship.”
As the ship pulled slowly out Wellesley approached the Wade couple on the dock.
“I didn’t get to see Tim before he got on the ship,” said the Governor, looking disappointed.
The Captain put his arm around the Governor’s shoulder and looked on on the ship, growing smaller by the minute.
Then the Governor startled, “Wait, what are you doing here?”
“Pishta is on the ship.”
Our Present
The Captain walked slowly down the road towards the city center. Then pulled out his handgun, made sure it is loaded, and put it away. As he walked down the street he saw Akshat resting against a poll. He came up to him and stopped next to him, not saying a word.
“You know Captain,” Akshat said, “I feel jealous. Jealous of all of you. You came to Diu and soon we became the ‘outsiders’ here. Then I went to England, and I was an outsider there, everyone treated me differently, everyone thought I was strange, didn’t understand me, my traditions, my beliefs. Then I get my education and come back to India, and now I am different here. People here, my own people, don’t understand me. I thought I could bring the education here, make the lives of my own people better…And they don’t understand me. I have become an outsider amongst them.” He paused for a minute. “And in a few hours you will all be gone, the Persians will kill all of you, and I will be left here again, alone again…an outsider once again.”
In the city everything was quite. The news of the Persian attack spread and the Federate colony fell into anxiousness. Some people tried to get to the ship, the only one in the harbor, but were stopped. The City Council was meeting with the governor, and Captain Wellesley was walking through the city to join them.
As he walked he found that people recognized him now, and most of them stepped aside as he came close, as a show of respect. One man stepped forward and asked him to take a letter. The handwriting on the piece of paper was almost illegible, but the Captain took it, and patted the man on the back as he walked by.
As the Captain walked up the stairs a man in a suit that he didn’t know walked towards him. The Captain stopped him, "Who is in charge of the kids around here?"
"I am," the man replied, "what do you want?"
"I want all the kids to be on my ship in half an hour."
"You are the Captain? Ok...sure...Glad someone made up their mind..." The man left hastily and headed towards the docks.
Before the Captain could walk inside the building the Council members came out. The people in the square before the building hushed and prepared to listen.
Governor Wade begun to talk to the people, "I think we all know the situation by now. We have no way to get out of this city, and the Persians will be here in a few hours. It is time to choose what we value the most in this world..." He begun to cry, but pulled himself together and quickly said, "I really want to live. And the kids...I have a kid, a little boy, he is there, by the docks...I don't know. You decide."
There was a deadly silence in the air, no one in the whole square said a word. It seemed to last an eternity.
Captain Wellesley stepped up, and looked at the crowd. Every single person was looking at him, but he forced himself to start speaking, "You see, I think there has been a mistake. The Governor offers you the chance to decide, but, you see, there is nothing to decide. Everything is decided. The young kids are already on the ship." The whole crowd let out a sigh, and the Captain continued, "The others are being loaded right now. I think they will all fit. No, I don't think, I am sure. Forgive me, but I decided it all by myself. I have that right, and I have the right to stop anyone who tries to challenge me, but I don't think I will have to use it, will I? You can say good bye to your kids, but no one will board the ship. We must all realize that the most important thing to us is our future."
"We don't have one!" yelled someone from the crowd.
"Yes we do!" This was not the Captain, it was someone else in the crowd, "Our future are our kids. We must be fair. Life is a wonderful thing, and we all know it, but our kids will only learn it in the future. We have already loved, they will only love in the future. We have lived, and they have yet to live. And now I am going to go man the walls."
Our Past
When Wellesley arrived in the port the crowd was bigger than he had imagined. People gathered around the docks, and looked on as children were loaded onto the small ship. He noticed a very well dressed lady, Melissa Wade, the wife of the Governor, standing to the side. He walked up to her.
“Hello Captain, I’m just waiting for John.”
“I’m sure he will be here soon,” and he kept walking.
As the Captain walked towards the ship a short, burly man stopped him.
“Captain,” he said, “Please, take this.”
He extended his hand with a long, heavy roll.
“What is it?” asked the Captain.
“This is my last picture. I am Joseph Surd.”
“Joseph Surd…I didn’t know you are here…”
“Take it. It does not weigh a lot. It is the best picture I ever painted my whole life. It’s ‘Wind’.”
Everything inside the Captain tightened, Joseph Surd was the best known artist of England at the time. He took the canvas carefully.
“Thank you, Captain.”
Melissa Wade came up to the Captain again, shaking, and holding her son, Tim, by the hand.
“Captain?” she sounded desperate.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Captain, I don’t know what to do with Tim…he is so timid…he never even plays with other kids…”
The Captain looked at Tim and thought of his father right now, back in the city, desperately organizing a defense against the Persians.
“He will be ok. Kids get used to everything quickly.”
“No, no, you don’t understand. Can I go with him? He needs me,” tears begun to roll down her cheeks.
“Ma’am, please don’t. I’m afraid we might not even have enough room for the children.”
“No, I can sleep in the dirtiest place, in the smallest compartment you have, but please, please let me go!” She grabbed his hand and begun to cry.
“Ma’am, let’s get your child on board, and then I will come back to you, and, if its possible, you will be next to me when the ship leaves, ok?” she looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out if he means what he says. Then she nodded her head.
The Captain walked up the ramp with Tim, and exchanged a few words with Wallenshtein and Dickson who were on board, trying to get the kids loaded onto the ship. Then he walked back onto the dock, and a man and a woman approached him.
“Captain! Captain!” yelled the man, “Who is going on the ship?”
“Children and two teachers, that’s it. Who are you?”
“I am Robert, and this is Tammy. She is a teacher, she has to go on this ship. She is really good with kids.”
The Captain looked over the pretty girl standing next to him. She looked uptight, and almost mad, standing a short distance from Robert.
“I can’t Robert. We are taking the head teacher, because he knows the children, and a doctor, that’s it. Other than that it is only mothers with newborns and children.”
“She is also a mother. She will be. She has my child,” desperately tried Robert, but at that time Tammy came up and pushed him away. She shook her head and looked at the Captain who met her gaze with his sad eyes, and then both walked apart.
Wellesley walked up to the ship once again, almost all the kids were inside now and Percy Dickson just came out of the ship, accompanies by Andrew Pishta, the man put in charge of the kids.
Dickson sighed heavily, “This is crazy, so many young buggers, cramped, sweaty. I am staying here. To tell you the truth Captain, I am tired of you. You and Mark can manage.”
The Captain looked at him and they hugged, then the Captain looked at Pishta and said, “Well, it seems you will have to do without a midshipman. I am sure you can manage though, all you have to do is sail out of the harbor.”
Pishta looked at him, bewildered, “What? What is this? You are the Captain! Stop this posturing.”
“Posturing? I don’t know how. But you should go, before there are so many kids you can’t get onto the ship.”
As the ship pulled slowly out Wellesley approached the Wade couple on the dock.
“I didn’t get to see Tim before he got on the ship,” said the Governor, looking disappointed.
The Captain put his arm around the Governor’s shoulder and looked on on the ship, growing smaller by the minute.
Then the Governor startled, “Wait, what are you doing here?”
“Pishta is on the ship.”
Our Present
The Captain walked slowly down the road towards the city center. Then pulled out his handgun, made sure it is loaded, and put it away. As he walked down the street he saw Akshat resting against a poll. He came up to him and stopped next to him, not saying a word.
“You know Captain,” Akshat said, “I feel jealous. Jealous of all of you. You came to Diu and soon we became the ‘outsiders’ here. Then I went to England, and I was an outsider there, everyone treated me differently, everyone thought I was strange, didn’t understand me, my traditions, my beliefs. Then I get my education and come back to India, and now I am different here. People here, my own people, don’t understand me. I thought I could bring the education here, make the lives of my own people better…And they don’t understand me. I have become an outsider amongst them.” He paused for a minute. “And in a few hours you will all be gone, the Persians will kill all of you, and I will be left here again, alone again…an outsider once again.”
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
The city of Diu was taken by the Persians a few hours afterwards. All Federates in the city were killed, either during the horrible fight that took place, or afterwards, when the Persian army sacked the city.
The Eye of the Wind was rescued by a Federate warship that arrived the next day. All the Children made it safe to Bombay.
Akshat remained in Diu, and continued to try to bring education to the Indians, always feeling alone, still an outsider everywhere.
The Eye of the Wind was rescued by a Federate warship that arrived the next day. All the Children made it safe to Bombay.
Akshat remained in Diu, and continued to try to bring education to the Indians, always feeling alone, still an outsider everywhere.
Insane_Panda
Deity
He is calling Indians stupid! Quick, burn him! 
I think most Europeans thought Asians stupid then. Even now 
France? You know they lost practically every war ever OTL, right? (Okay, that's a historical INaccuracy but I figured it'd be fun to poke fun - I'll stop here)
MjM said:
France? You know they lost practically every war ever OTL, right? (Okay, that's a historical INaccuracy but I figured it'd be fun to poke fun - I'll stop here)
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Actually those terms are quite nice if you asked me. Tibet was already semi-independent so there's not much loss. Korea was already completely autonomous as well with their National Congress Though Japan shouldn't be made independent as the majority of the Japanese have already left to be replaced by Chinese settlers. Also Sinkiang should not be considered part of Central Asia and ceded to Dalnorossia as that's a vital buffer area.
Because of that I will not do an insane panda Though I demand that the Emperor Guangxu be known for the last 3 years to be in coma and that his evil ministers launched the war against Dalnorossia. And purge the white lotus too
My 2 cents, and the irony of China not having the manpower to fight all 3 nations
As long as Tibet, Sinkiang, Mongolia, Manchuria, Chinese Proper, TAIWAN, and mostly everything else of the current PRC is retained I'm satisfied. Fyi, please remember that there's an Inner Manchuria as well and don't give it to the Dalnorossians.
Seriously, I'm so like toteone with all this editing of my post... Just curious though, what if Siam or Dalnorossia disagrees to parts of the treaty and continues to fight?
Because of that I will not do an insane panda
Though I demand that the Emperor Guangxu be known for the last 3 years to be in coma and that his evil ministers launched the war against Dalnorossia. And purge the white lotus tooMy 2 cents, and the irony of China not having the manpower to fight all 3 nations
As long as Tibet, Sinkiang, Mongolia, Manchuria, Chinese Proper, TAIWAN, and mostly everything else of the current PRC is retained I'm satisfied. Fyi, please remember that there's an Inner Manchuria as well and don't give it to the Dalnorossians.
Seriously, I'm so like toteone with all this editing of my post... Just curious though, what if Siam or Dalnorossia disagrees to parts of the treaty and continues to fight?
Insane_Panda
Deity
Sacre-bleu! Tu es tres bete!
About the asian thing - a lot of white people assume us Asians to be very good at math, school and not much else
Harleqin
Hippo Power
MjM said:
And you were PWNED!
Orders coming today after work so in some 10 hours or so
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
alex994 said:
(I'll react to this IC, assuming alex is some sort of highly placed offical
)And this makes you think you deserve to maintain control over japan why? if anything it puts the Qing in an even worse light, as we had not realised the extent of the genocide performed on the japanese. The option to leave the other nations as vassals is most disagreeable, as is the fact that returning to Dalnorossia the lands she lost in the two previous wars was not considered*. Thus far those terms are unacceptable to us, we hope the next year of war will make you see the correct path to follow.
*OOC: Which since you didn't know about it is fair enough Stormbringer.
@Harelqin - could you get back to me on those PMs
Insane_Panda
Deity
The Cossacks must be silenced!
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Disenfrancised said:(I'll react to this IC, assuming alex is some sort of highly placed offical
And this makes you think you deserve to maintain control over japan why? if anything it puts the Qing in an even worse light, as we had not realised the extent of the genocide performed on the japanese. The option to leave the other nations as vassals is most disagreeable, as is the fact that returning to Dalnorossia the lands she lost in the two previous wars was not considered*. Thus far those terms are unacceptable to us, we hope the next year of war will make you see the correct path to follow.
*OOC: Which since you didn't know about it is fair enough Stormbringer.
(I wish I was a highly placed official, but I'll be plotting a coup if i were
)Ceding Central Asian Lands that were originally Turkmenistan's land, how exactly is that ceding Dalnorossia land she lost in the two previous wars? Sinkiang for your information was never Dalnorossian land and neither was Mongolia or any parts of Manchuria.
Disenfrancised
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We're talking about the war of 1846 and the Nine Years war, where two Qing attempts at conquest were driven back, though not without cost.
alex994
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Disenfrancised said:
So where does returning land that Dalnorossia lost in the 2 previous wars about the Central Asian land come in?
Though for the record in the Nine Years War the Dalnorossians attacked the Chinese first
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alex994 said:So where does returning land that Dalnorossia lost in the 2 previous wars about the Central Asian land come in?
And we angry at losing, whats your point
? Its not he Central Asian part - We used to control areas south of Baikal and some other stuff (will need das for the exact borders) further south of our current position.
alex994
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Disenfrancised said:And we angry at losing, whats your point
Oh I understand, I thought you were talking about Central Asia. Anyways, the areas south of Baikal are rightfully China's through Mongolia's vassalage to the Qing Dynasty. We are talking about the lake in mongolia right?
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alex994 said:Oh I understand, I thought you were talking about Central Asia. Anyways, the areas south of Baikal are rightfully China's through Mongolia's vassalage to the Qing Dynasty. We are talking about the lake in mongolia right?
Yep, but they aren't 'rightfully' yours - you conquered the lands north of the mongols from us in '46.
alex994
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Disenfrancised said:
Nonsense! Our claim goes back to the Yuan Dynasty!
(I will never admit that that land is rightfully Dalnorossia's so don't even try
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alex994 said:Nonsense! Our claim goes back to the Yuan Dynasty!
(I will never admit that that land is rightfully Dalnorossia's so don't even try
You could have said that before we spammed up the thread
. By the way - when we march into Beijing and find that Guangxu was in a coma we'll leave him unharmed...probably draw rude things on his face though 
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alex994
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Disenfrancised said:You could have said that before we spammed up the thread
You know that stepping into Beijing will be the end of whatever army you posses right?
Qing China is not the Republic of China, they will fight you for every inch of the ancestral capitol. Meet your stalingrad! And for the spam, it's a matter of pride- Status
