das
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You didn't lose too much. You lost some centers, gained some others...
NES2 V - The Great Game.
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
A small note, if the Ardashirists do win their rebellion, (oh and they will 
) I plan to institute a Theocratic Monarchy. Consider the Gray Turbans to be Ardashir's cabinet, if you will.
As of now the country is in total anarchy so no *official* diplo can get to you North King, but there are some rumors of Ardashir IV saying that he will not use force on any European nation, despite cultural differences. However, he has reportedly asked Western embassies to respectfully withdraw their personnel from Persia until the situation is stabilized.
EDIT: The next story cometh!
) I plan to institute a Theocratic Monarchy. Consider the Gray Turbans to be Ardashir's cabinet, if you will. As of now the country is in total anarchy so no *official* diplo can get to you North King, but there are some rumors of Ardashir IV saying that he will not use force on any European nation, despite cultural differences. However, he has reportedly asked Western embassies to respectfully withdraw their personnel from Persia until the situation is stabilized.
EDIT: The next story cometh!
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Chaos. Persia was a hurricane, and wherever the peaceful eye of the storm was, Shiraz was eerily like it. But the battle would be joined again. Smoke rose from the city on the fifth day of fighting, and both sides were embittered and tired. The Ardashirists, as they were being called, had succeeded in barracading most major routes out of the city, and they controlled the Holy Quarter, but the RAP was biding its time, waiting for Ardashiri weakness or mutiny that would allow a breakout. The city center was fortified, and the initial chaos of the uprising was done.
The Ardashirists had made an iron ring about the Royal Quarter, and the Shah Hosayn was the jewel in the center. If the Grand Palace could be taken, the rebels reasoned, then those Western mercenaries that the puppet Shah called an army could be crushed. On the other hand, the Shah and his advisors knew that if the siege struggled or faltered, the RAP could break out, seize the Holy Quarter, and execute the pretender and his little bunch of seditious prayer-chanters. We join the battle in the Ardashiri camp, an enclave of tents in front of the Shah Mosque, renamed the Ishmael Mosque as of 2 days ago.
Salaam, said Colonel Suleiman, a former police officer, entering the command headquarters, which was at this stage a glorified shack. You idiot, we have no time for your stupid formalities, replied General Mustafa. After glaring at each other for a second, the men heartily embraced, chuckling. Finally the General composed himself.
So, my friend, what have you brought me? The shopkeepers message said that theyd finally come up with something. I have 4 cannons still in operation, and I need every one of them to maintain our position, you know that! And what am I supposed to do when those German dogs find out I have TEN CANNONBALLS? Sighing, Suleiman looked at the General. You know that I didnt come here to show you nothing. Look at this!
Colonel Suleiman placed what looked like a metal can on the table. Picking it up with a wicked grin, he shook it, making a metallic, rattling sound. Do you know what this is? Mustafas expression was sceptical. Its .a can filled with nails. Oh yes .and think of what will happen to the Shahs lackeys when you fire this out of your damned cannons!
They both stared at the little can and burst into bellowing laughter. Mustafa was the first to speak.
So, what will we call it? A good name will scare the devil out of the Hosaynites. Its a canister and its shot from a cannon so canister shot will do, no? Suleiman broke into his rogueish grin again. Or we could call it Allahs Needles.
Allahs Needles I like it. Have them make fifty by dawn. No, a hundred! Well sweep the streets clean of the loyalist scum now!
And so, the war progressed.
The Ardashirists had made an iron ring about the Royal Quarter, and the Shah Hosayn was the jewel in the center. If the Grand Palace could be taken, the rebels reasoned, then those Western mercenaries that the puppet Shah called an army could be crushed. On the other hand, the Shah and his advisors knew that if the siege struggled or faltered, the RAP could break out, seize the Holy Quarter, and execute the pretender and his little bunch of seditious prayer-chanters. We join the battle in the Ardashiri camp, an enclave of tents in front of the Shah Mosque, renamed the Ishmael Mosque as of 2 days ago.
Salaam, said Colonel Suleiman, a former police officer, entering the command headquarters, which was at this stage a glorified shack. You idiot, we have no time for your stupid formalities, replied General Mustafa. After glaring at each other for a second, the men heartily embraced, chuckling. Finally the General composed himself.
So, my friend, what have you brought me? The shopkeepers message said that theyd finally come up with something. I have 4 cannons still in operation, and I need every one of them to maintain our position, you know that! And what am I supposed to do when those German dogs find out I have TEN CANNONBALLS? Sighing, Suleiman looked at the General. You know that I didnt come here to show you nothing. Look at this!
Colonel Suleiman placed what looked like a metal can on the table. Picking it up with a wicked grin, he shook it, making a metallic, rattling sound. Do you know what this is? Mustafas expression was sceptical. Its .a can filled with nails. Oh yes .and think of what will happen to the Shahs lackeys when you fire this out of your damned cannons!
They both stared at the little can and burst into bellowing laughter. Mustafa was the first to speak.
So, what will we call it? A good name will scare the devil out of the Hosaynites. Its a canister and its shot from a cannon so canister shot will do, no? Suleiman broke into his rogueish grin again. Or we could call it Allahs Needles.
Allahs Needles I like it. Have them make fifty by dawn. No, a hundred! Well sweep the streets clean of the loyalist scum now!
And so, the war progressed.
KrimzonStriker
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This looks pretty cool, maybe I'll start a rebellion, and I know just where to start too, anyway I'll see how this goes and decide after this update so one of you great powers better watch out!! I'm keeping it a surprise.
North King
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das, could we see the "new" TC layout?
das
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First page, min hertz.
North King
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Danke shone.
IC:
The FK agrees to a purely defensive alliance with the Holy Roman Empire.
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The FK agrees to a purely defensive alliance with the Holy Roman Empire.
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Actually for anyone whose lazy...
recent changes in bold
Incan Empire of Peru
Economy: Normal (+1)
TC: 1
Federated Kingdoms (Great Britain, Netherlands, Denmark-Norway, Hudsonia, Carolina)
Economy: Rich (+3)
TC: (16)
Kingdom of Portugal
Economy: Growing (+2)
TC (6)
Kingdom of France
Economy: Rich (+3)
TC: (10)
Holy Roman Empire
Economy: Normal (+1)
TC: (5)
Swiss Confederation
Economy: Normal (+1)
TC: (0)
Kingdom of Italy
Economy: Not Bad (+1)
TC: (2)
Kingdom of Sweden
Economy: Growing (+2)
TC: (2)
Kingdom of Poland
Economy: Growing (+2)
TC: (4)
Tsardom of Muscovy
Economy: Good Enough (+2)
TC: (2)
Ottoman Empire
Economy: Rich (+3)
TC: (8)
Dalnorossia
Economy: Growing (+2)
TC: (3)
Great Turkmenistan
Economy: Good Enough (+2)
TC: (2)
Qing China
Economy: Rich (+3)
TC: (7)
Persia
Economy: Normal (+1)
TC: (1)
recent changes in bold
Incan Empire of Peru
Economy: Normal (+1)
TC: 1
Federated Kingdoms (Great Britain, Netherlands, Denmark-Norway, Hudsonia, Carolina)
Economy: Rich (+3)
TC: (16)
Kingdom of Portugal
Economy: Growing (+2)
TC (6)
Kingdom of France
Economy: Rich (+3)
TC: (10)
Holy Roman Empire
Economy: Normal (+1)
TC: (5)
Swiss Confederation
Economy: Normal (+1)
TC: (0)
Kingdom of Italy
Economy: Not Bad (+1)
TC: (2)
Kingdom of Sweden
Economy: Growing (+2)
TC: (2)
Kingdom of Poland
Economy: Growing (+2)
TC: (4)
Tsardom of Muscovy
Economy: Good Enough (+2)
TC: (2)
Ottoman Empire
Economy: Rich (+3)
TC: (8)
Dalnorossia
Economy: Growing (+2)
TC: (3)
Great Turkmenistan
Economy: Good Enough (+2)
TC: (2)
Qing China
Economy: Rich (+3)
TC: (7)
Persia
Economy: Normal (+1)
TC: (1)
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Ardashir the Fourth already had a nickname. The people had judged him already, for unlike the Shah closeted in his fortified palace, it seemed he was everywhere. He was handsome, oh yes, but there was something about him. Reportedly seen at every major action of the fighting, the man was distinct, remarkable.
He was tall, and thin, with long thin eyebrows and an equally thin nose. His eyes were perched up on top of his head, and seemed to be a blue as dark as the ocean in winter. And his hair was wavy, and black, and it framed his forehead like a cathedral's arch. The elongated, thin nature of the man made him almost seem birdlike, but not in the sense of a vulture or a sparrow. He cared little for himself, it was said, but much for victory.
He would move quickly in his fighting, and the swift strokes of his sword, or the rapid, accurate shots of his pistol (Long and thin, of course!) would seem effortless, like the dives and glides of a hawk. It seemed that he was farsighted as well, with a good tactical mind, having, as it seemed, an innate sense of when a debacle was coming, and a retreat necessary. All these little facts came together to give him one name, one persona.
The Falcon.
And so, the familiarity of people and ruler was born, and Ardashir could not lose. As column after column of tan and grey clad irregulars poured into the city, he smiled, and knew that the battle was over in advance. All that was needed now was a triumphant, memorable charge that not even the revisionists could destroy. And of course he would be at the head of it, as the King, Persia Incarnate, and commander of the Persian Army of Allah. Oh, a charge like that would be something for fireside tales.
Mustafa!
Yes, my king?
Roll the cannons down the causeway toward the Grand Plaza. Arrange my personal guard in the center, mounted of course, along with what professional troops we have with us, and have the irregulars pour down the flanks, ready to cut toward the center if an attempt on my life is made. Fire Allahs Needles only at close quarters. And pray man, that we will destroy the Grand Palace tonight.
It will be done, my lord. Colonel Suleiman, organize the mounted battalions. Captain Hamid, see to the outfitting of the new volunteers, and tell the quartermaster to prepare Allahs Needles...40 canisters. Shiraz is ours today!
And it was of course done as Ardashir had said. The mass of this barely trained rabble pouring down the sides of the causeway was difficult enough to withstand for the loyalist troops holding the forward barricade. But the advance of Ardashirs mounted column, with scimitars raised, flags waving, and the King Himself at its head, was so triumphant and glorious that the barricade surrendered itself, the loyalist soldiers prostrating for mercy at the feet of a ruler so obviously ordained by Allah.
The few German mercenaries of course were killed, but it was necessary. They would not have surrendered like their comrades anyway. With the newly sown, green flag of the Holy Islamic Kingdom of Persia flying over the barricade, it was time for the necessary charge into the Grand Plaza itself, with the citizen army (irregulars, and other volunteers) advancing as a decoy to cover the flanks, where the cannons rolled up with Allahs Needles prepared.
And behind the artillery, the horse lay in wait, fully two thousand, with the Kings Guard, various mutinied army units from the countryside, and any other partisan or citizen able to ride and wave a weapon, ready to charge into the plaza. It would certainly be bloody but victory was not a hope, it was preordained. By Allah. But more importantly for the people of Persia, by Ardashir.
OOC: Would you mind adding Persia to the player list das?
He was tall, and thin, with long thin eyebrows and an equally thin nose. His eyes were perched up on top of his head, and seemed to be a blue as dark as the ocean in winter. And his hair was wavy, and black, and it framed his forehead like a cathedral's arch. The elongated, thin nature of the man made him almost seem birdlike, but not in the sense of a vulture or a sparrow. He cared little for himself, it was said, but much for victory.
He would move quickly in his fighting, and the swift strokes of his sword, or the rapid, accurate shots of his pistol (Long and thin, of course!) would seem effortless, like the dives and glides of a hawk. It seemed that he was farsighted as well, with a good tactical mind, having, as it seemed, an innate sense of when a debacle was coming, and a retreat necessary. All these little facts came together to give him one name, one persona.
The Falcon.
And so, the familiarity of people and ruler was born, and Ardashir could not lose. As column after column of tan and grey clad irregulars poured into the city, he smiled, and knew that the battle was over in advance. All that was needed now was a triumphant, memorable charge that not even the revisionists could destroy. And of course he would be at the head of it, as the King, Persia Incarnate, and commander of the Persian Army of Allah. Oh, a charge like that would be something for fireside tales.
Mustafa!
Yes, my king?
Roll the cannons down the causeway toward the Grand Plaza. Arrange my personal guard in the center, mounted of course, along with what professional troops we have with us, and have the irregulars pour down the flanks, ready to cut toward the center if an attempt on my life is made. Fire Allahs Needles only at close quarters. And pray man, that we will destroy the Grand Palace tonight.
It will be done, my lord. Colonel Suleiman, organize the mounted battalions. Captain Hamid, see to the outfitting of the new volunteers, and tell the quartermaster to prepare Allahs Needles...40 canisters. Shiraz is ours today!
And it was of course done as Ardashir had said. The mass of this barely trained rabble pouring down the sides of the causeway was difficult enough to withstand for the loyalist troops holding the forward barricade. But the advance of Ardashirs mounted column, with scimitars raised, flags waving, and the King Himself at its head, was so triumphant and glorious that the barricade surrendered itself, the loyalist soldiers prostrating for mercy at the feet of a ruler so obviously ordained by Allah.
The few German mercenaries of course were killed, but it was necessary. They would not have surrendered like their comrades anyway. With the newly sown, green flag of the Holy Islamic Kingdom of Persia flying over the barricade, it was time for the necessary charge into the Grand Plaza itself, with the citizen army (irregulars, and other volunteers) advancing as a decoy to cover the flanks, where the cannons rolled up with Allahs Needles prepared.
And behind the artillery, the horse lay in wait, fully two thousand, with the Kings Guard, various mutinied army units from the countryside, and any other partisan or citizen able to ride and wave a weapon, ready to charge into the plaza. It would certainly be bloody but victory was not a hope, it was preordained. By Allah. But more importantly for the people of Persia, by Ardashir.
OOC: Would you mind adding Persia to the player list das?
das
Regeneration In Process
I'll add it after the update anyway. Doesn't make much sense to edit PC and NPC lists every time someone joins or leaves...
MjM
Deity
Err do we send orders for first update?
GermanRuler
Rise Up!
can I play or am I to late?
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
To Dalnorossia
From Qing China
We offer you a 5 turn NAP.
To FK
From Qing China
We offer you a 5 turn NAP.
From Qing China
We offer you a 5 turn NAP.
To FK
From Qing China
We offer you a 5 turn NAP.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Insane_Panda said:
To France
From Qing China
Yes, we are willing to agree to a Defensive Alliance.
To Siam
From Qing China
We extend to you the hand of peace and offer you a 5 turn NAP.
Insane_Panda
Deity
The UK has a huge amount of TC...
Oh well, c'est la vie
Also, my king will remain Ferdinand-Phillippe.
IC:
Royal Statement Concerning the Persian Revolution
Issued by his Majesty King Ferdinand-Phillipe of France
The Kingdom of France, with the power vested in it by god's holy grace, offers the new Persian government, the righteous Persian government, a garuntee of independence. France believes it is every right of the Persian people's to overthrow a government which has failed to live up to their expectations, a government which has failed to properly lead the Persian government and has instead sold itself out to other nations in thinking that it could one day attain prosperity. However, prosperity can never be attained by such measures, and it is only through perserverence and strength that the Persian peoples shall emerge victorious in their terrible struggle. Therefore France offers our garuntee in hopes of helping to bring about a righteous peace.
Oh well, c'est la vie
Also, my king will remain Ferdinand-Phillippe.
IC:
Royal Statement Concerning the Persian Revolution
Issued by his Majesty King Ferdinand-Phillipe of France
The Kingdom of France, with the power vested in it by god's holy grace, offers the new Persian government, the righteous Persian government, a garuntee of independence. France believes it is every right of the Persian people's to overthrow a government which has failed to live up to their expectations, a government which has failed to properly lead the Persian government and has instead sold itself out to other nations in thinking that it could one day attain prosperity. However, prosperity can never be attained by such measures, and it is only through perserverence and strength that the Persian peoples shall emerge victorious in their terrible struggle. Therefore France offers our garuntee in hopes of helping to bring about a righteous peace.
das
Regeneration In Process
Well duh.
Most good nations are taken, but there's always Siam or rebellion.
Couldn't care less.
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