Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Orders sent. Allahu Akbar!
NES2 V - The Great Game.
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The Brick and The Rose
The Federated Kingdoms was involved in the war with Portugal in order to defend the HRE colony of Neugranada as per the defensive alliance with the HRE. The government of Peru inquired as to whether they should interfere and the response from the FK was clear: Peru may intervene in the war if and only if this is a selfless effort on their part and they must not expect to reseive anything in return for it, since the only goal of the war was to punish Portugese aggression and if Peru was involved in a war for territorial gain it would be a mirror image of that same Portugese aggression. Due to this fact the FK negotiated a treaty that achieved the stated goals of the war - defended the HRE colony and punished Portugal. The treaty does include "special provisions" regarding the Portugese colony of Brazil and Incas, since the goal was to continue negotiations between the FK and Peru and to decide on how much territory would be given to Peru. No territory was given to the HRE because no HRE forces saw action in the war and their colony of Neugranada was saved entirely by FK intervention, which should be more than enough compensation for having done nothing. We are very disapointed to have found that Peru is indeed no better than Portugal was and waged this war simply for territorial gain and not to preserve peace and stability. In such a light we accept the revokation of the alliance between our nations. As for the HRE request, FK troops will vacate Neugranada as soon as local colonial rule is restored.
that just cracked me up
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
*continues to wait for a Federate response*
Oh das, would you mind cutting off the +5 cities part of my project? I didn't mention it in my orders.
Oh das, would you mind cutting off the +5 cities part of my project? I didn't mention it in my orders.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
what was the diplo Thy? I dont remember any I didnt reply to
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Thlayli said:
Here it is.
Grandmaster
Deity
To Holy Roman Empire:
From Hungary:
Our economic situation makes it preferable that we pay the two million tolars over the next two years.
From Hungary:
Our economic situation makes it preferable that we pay the two million tolars over the next two years.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Due to recent hostlie actions by Persia the FK will not accept the extention of the NAP and increased trade.
Disenfrancised
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A cold day in the Dalnorossian Far East...
Daisuke wiped the sweat from his brow, and stood back to make sure the post was centered properly. He rubbed the unfamiliar calluses on his hands and breathed a sigh of satisfaction; the wooden post was perfectly aligned to the rest of the foundation, a job well done. Of course experienced workmen like Mikhail, Grigory, or Juro would have had it set in about a quarter of the time; but that was the point wasn't it, why they had a schoolteacher and others to do this work; there weren't enough experienced workmen to go around after all. Standing still for a moment allowed the cold wind to cut into him, it was early spring and still the temperatures were freezing, not at all like Honshu...
Novy Chaikask was where the Dalnorossian Government had sent his boat when docks Ezochi where full to the brim. Back in Tokyo he had thought Khlopushensk to be the northern boundary of human existance, Novy Chaikask was five hundred miles further north than that! Well the shock had be reduced somewhat when he found the town to not be perched on an ice cap as he half expected, but instead to be a pleasent enough place, if somewhat rough round the edges. The town sprawled up a small valley from its docks, most of the people being employed there, either in fishing or loading the shipments of iron ore from mines in the mountain ranges away from the coast. The five hundred refugees the Rada had assigned to this town now made up about a tenth of its population and had immediately been put to work building new timber housing for themselves...and a few of the local citizenery who needed a new domicile.
Daisuke tied his coat tighter again, to the grins of Mikhail and Kazuo who were placing a cross beam a few metres away, sharing the joke dispite not sharing a languague. Daisuke frowned, Kazu was from Nagasaki, great idiot that he was, why should he not feel the cold so much? The frown set oh his face he moved onto the next beam. He wished he was back in honshu, but with his brother having been a captain in the, blessed be him, Hitsuji emperor's navy, that wasn't really an option now was it? The crew were picking up speed dispite mostly being unskilled recruits, the last house had been completed in about four days. He could see it just down the lane, a blocky log cabin very similar to all the others the Dalnorossians had built, with the slightest flair to its eaves that suggested a japanese carpenter; Juro's work of course. He tried to count down the hours till nightfall when he could wander down to the new tea house on the southern road, and maybe have a talk with some civilised partners, but it seemed immeasurably long.
There was a clatter of hooves on the rocky lane, moving to fast to be the lumber cart, He didn't bother to turn and look; everyone in Dalnorossia had a horse after all. He had heard that in some of the more nomadic groups further to the west that Dalnorossian children learnt to ride before they could walk, but had dismissed it as nonsense till he saw the skill with which the 'Cossacks' who rode in last week on a patrol or something had handled their horses; maybe there was something to the story after all. When the horse stopped however, he turned and looked with the rest of the work crew. A government man by the look of him, his clothes in the cossack style but well cut and neat, and a few badges of office on his cap. He swung down from his horse and removed a ledger from his saddle bags.
"Daisuke Hiroyukik?" he asked whilst peering into the ledger, messing up the end of Daisuke's family name as all the Dalnorossians seemed to.
"Yes" He answered in his clear but skipping russian.
"You are a schoolteacher, yes?" The man asked, first in russian, then repeating himself in passable japanese as an afterthought.
"Indeed I am, a maths teacher formerly of the Tokyo Academy" He replied in Russian, attempting to impress the man.
"Good, you are to report to the school over on the Khlopushensk road at the first day of next week, you may go there earlier if you wish to familarise yourself with the subjects and materials you'll be teaching with. The Secretary for the Khabarovsk Rada apologises for delays in processing your information"
"Truthfully?" he asked with some suprise at this good fortune.
"I do not tend to lie Hiroyukik-san, would you rather stay with the work crew? It is of course possible"
"No, no, I will be there" he said hastily.
"You had best practice your Russian" With that, the man mounted his horse and left.
Daisuke smilied to himself; working indoors again! Then he remembered that his lodgings near the northern dock was about as far from the Khlopushensk road as one could get without leaving the sprawling town all together...he have to get a horse.
Daisuke wiped the sweat from his brow, and stood back to make sure the post was centered properly. He rubbed the unfamiliar calluses on his hands and breathed a sigh of satisfaction; the wooden post was perfectly aligned to the rest of the foundation, a job well done. Of course experienced workmen like Mikhail, Grigory, or Juro would have had it set in about a quarter of the time; but that was the point wasn't it, why they had a schoolteacher and others to do this work; there weren't enough experienced workmen to go around after all. Standing still for a moment allowed the cold wind to cut into him, it was early spring and still the temperatures were freezing, not at all like Honshu...
Novy Chaikask was where the Dalnorossian Government had sent his boat when docks Ezochi where full to the brim. Back in Tokyo he had thought Khlopushensk to be the northern boundary of human existance, Novy Chaikask was five hundred miles further north than that! Well the shock had be reduced somewhat when he found the town to not be perched on an ice cap as he half expected, but instead to be a pleasent enough place, if somewhat rough round the edges. The town sprawled up a small valley from its docks, most of the people being employed there, either in fishing or loading the shipments of iron ore from mines in the mountain ranges away from the coast. The five hundred refugees the Rada had assigned to this town now made up about a tenth of its population and had immediately been put to work building new timber housing for themselves...and a few of the local citizenery who needed a new domicile.
Daisuke tied his coat tighter again, to the grins of Mikhail and Kazuo who were placing a cross beam a few metres away, sharing the joke dispite not sharing a languague. Daisuke frowned, Kazu was from Nagasaki, great idiot that he was, why should he not feel the cold so much? The frown set oh his face he moved onto the next beam. He wished he was back in honshu, but with his brother having been a captain in the, blessed be him, Hitsuji emperor's navy, that wasn't really an option now was it? The crew were picking up speed dispite mostly being unskilled recruits, the last house had been completed in about four days. He could see it just down the lane, a blocky log cabin very similar to all the others the Dalnorossians had built, with the slightest flair to its eaves that suggested a japanese carpenter; Juro's work of course. He tried to count down the hours till nightfall when he could wander down to the new tea house on the southern road, and maybe have a talk with some civilised partners, but it seemed immeasurably long.
There was a clatter of hooves on the rocky lane, moving to fast to be the lumber cart, He didn't bother to turn and look; everyone in Dalnorossia had a horse after all. He had heard that in some of the more nomadic groups further to the west that Dalnorossian children learnt to ride before they could walk, but had dismissed it as nonsense till he saw the skill with which the 'Cossacks' who rode in last week on a patrol or something had handled their horses; maybe there was something to the story after all. When the horse stopped however, he turned and looked with the rest of the work crew. A government man by the look of him, his clothes in the cossack style but well cut and neat, and a few badges of office on his cap. He swung down from his horse and removed a ledger from his saddle bags.
"Daisuke Hiroyukik?" he asked whilst peering into the ledger, messing up the end of Daisuke's family name as all the Dalnorossians seemed to.
"Yes" He answered in his clear but skipping russian.
"You are a schoolteacher, yes?" The man asked, first in russian, then repeating himself in passable japanese as an afterthought.
"Indeed I am, a maths teacher formerly of the Tokyo Academy" He replied in Russian, attempting to impress the man.
"Good, you are to report to the school over on the Khlopushensk road at the first day of next week, you may go there earlier if you wish to familarise yourself with the subjects and materials you'll be teaching with. The Secretary for the Khabarovsk Rada apologises for delays in processing your information"
"Truthfully?" he asked with some suprise at this good fortune.
"I do not tend to lie Hiroyukik-san, would you rather stay with the work crew? It is of course possible"
"No, no, I will be there" he said hastily.
"You had best practice your Russian" With that, the man mounted his horse and left.
Daisuke smilied to himself; working indoors again! Then he remembered that his lodgings near the northern dock was about as far from the Khlopushensk road as one could get without leaving the sprawling town all together...he have to get a horse.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Stormbringer said:
What? Didn't you offer us an alliance? We were merely putting forward a more scaled down version. If you have other concerns, please contact us through more private channels.
Grandmaster
Deity
"Detail at attention."
In one fluid motion, the Gránátosok snapped to attention. The men of the unit were silent and motionless, their faces expressionless.
Chancellor Kossuth walked down the line, examining each soldier. These troops were the elite, the finest infantrymen Hungary could produce. They were first product of the Reforms; and, if this review was any indication, Lajos Kossuth was certain the Reforms would be successful.
The Chancellor stopped halfway down the line, and looked into the eyes of a Grenadier. The man stared backed at him -- or rather through him -- as blankly as though he were not there. Only when spoken to did his face express any recognition of Kossuth's presence.
"What is your name, soldier?"
"Bechenyi, Gabor. Sergeant, 2nd Regiment, His Majesty's 1st Royal-National Grenadiers, sir." His answer complete, the Grenadier turned back to stone.
"And what is your duty as a Royal-National Grenadier?"
"To serve and protect the Kingdom of Hungary and the Magyar nation, sir. To fight to the best of my ability to defend the government and people of Hungary from all enemies, within and without, and to give my blood, my honour, and my life in defense of my motherland. This is my duty, my mission, and my privilege, sir."
"Very good, Sergeant Gabor Bechenyi." Kossuth saluted the soldier, and continued down the line. The inspection went well; the Chancellor could find nothing wrong with this finest of Hungarian units.
"Your men have passed inspection, commander," said Kossuth, to the Division commander who awaited him at the line's end. "God help any poor soul who comes afoul of them in battle."
In one fluid motion, the Gránátosok snapped to attention. The men of the unit were silent and motionless, their faces expressionless.
Chancellor Kossuth walked down the line, examining each soldier. These troops were the elite, the finest infantrymen Hungary could produce. They were first product of the Reforms; and, if this review was any indication, Lajos Kossuth was certain the Reforms would be successful.
The Chancellor stopped halfway down the line, and looked into the eyes of a Grenadier. The man stared backed at him -- or rather through him -- as blankly as though he were not there. Only when spoken to did his face express any recognition of Kossuth's presence.
"What is your name, soldier?"
"Bechenyi, Gabor. Sergeant, 2nd Regiment, His Majesty's 1st Royal-National Grenadiers, sir." His answer complete, the Grenadier turned back to stone.
"And what is your duty as a Royal-National Grenadier?"
"To serve and protect the Kingdom of Hungary and the Magyar nation, sir. To fight to the best of my ability to defend the government and people of Hungary from all enemies, within and without, and to give my blood, my honour, and my life in defense of my motherland. This is my duty, my mission, and my privilege, sir."
"Very good, Sergeant Gabor Bechenyi." Kossuth saluted the soldier, and continued down the line. The inspection went well; the Chancellor could find nothing wrong with this finest of Hungarian units.
"Your men have passed inspection, commander," said Kossuth, to the Division commander who awaited him at the line's end. "God help any poor soul who comes afoul of them in battle."
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I dont need foolish things such as lands.AHahahahah 
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Within the Parliament building of Warsaw, hundreds of people were standing and busy conversing amongst themselves. In the Senat, the main topic of course was the recently failed assassination/coup. How will the king react? Although the main conspirators have been captured, what will become of them? Opinions varied; some believe the king will be fair and just punish the prisoners whereas others were ready to flee the country. However, There was one general consensus; they were glad they were living in Poland, and not Muscovy. Tales have spread of what happened to the nobles in Muscovy, where the government arrested anybody suspected of being part of their own failed coup. The tales also included the fate of those arrested, and none of them were desirable for the Polish nobles.
In the Sejm, the object of conversation wasnt about the failed assassination. They were informed of several other issues the King wished to be brought up today. All of them were interested in hearing the Kings explanation of the recent diplomatic actions. Some (especially those who owned farms still) were trying to guess what the King would propose that would help their production. Lastly, there was the issue of corruption, which Zygmungt IV had said he would address today. Nobody appeared concern about this last topic. Those that are innocent have no reason to be concerned, while those that are guilty masked their concerns.
As custom demanded of them, everybody in the hall quieted when Zygmungt entered, rose, and bowed to him. As Zygmungt seated himself, he scanned the hundreds of faces in the room. How many of them are truly loyal to him? To Poland? He was careless once, and it cost him dearly. He wasnt about to make the same mistake twice. He will have his answer by the days end, or at least a good idea of it.
Noblemen, scholars, and town officials of Poland, you have all been elected to represent the nation as member of its Sejm and Senat. It is my pleasure to welcome you to the 3rd Sejm of the Kingdom of Poland. With blessing from above, and a little luck, may Poland emerge from this meeting being more prosperous than ever. As we all know, the point of the Sejm is to promote collaboration and communication between the ruler and its people. Within the Sejm, we are intellectual peers. No one is prohibited from voicing his or her opinion, nor can anybody single handedly handle the discussion. It is the bulwark of Polands famed Golden Liberty.
Zygmungt paused to let the claps and cheers subside, before continuing on with his opening speech.
In the past, it was the monarchs duty to begin the discussion by bringing up whatever points he feels need to be addressed by the legislative body. Without further ado, I will now initiate our own session. To start matters off, Id like to revisit one of the topics I brought up in the last Sejm. Zygmungt was right in guessing that the Sejm wasnt expecting this from him.
First and foremost, I must apologize for any confusion I caused during the last Sejm. I myself had only just heard of the concepts of agricultural industrializaion from my financial minister, and have not done much in fully understanding it. This time around, I am ready to explain and demonstrate the full meaning of the concept as well as the benefits involved with it.
Those of the Sejm who were farmland owners were impatient to learn how this can benefit them, and made no moves to hide their curiosity. So what do you mean then, your majesty? Surely you dont mean for us to start growing crops in those factories of yours too?
Laughter reverberated across the room at this, eliminating any traces of tension left from before the beginning of the discussion.
That may happen one day, my friends, the future is full of surprises, after all. But no, what I have in mind today is a tad bit different than your guess. Now, you are all landowners, are you not? I understand that the recent abolishment of serfdom has caused you all some distress in terms of not enough manpower, is that so? Most of the landowners nodded their head. I have brought with me an invention that may help to alleviate this problem. Gentlemen, I present to you one of the first ever steam-powered tractor to be made in the world.
At the clap of his hands, one of the side door behind him opened, and several men walked in, carrying with them a miniature sized steam tractor. More men followed holding fairly sized patch of land in a box. The tractor was placed on the patch of land, and a plow was attached to its end.
For demonstration purposes, this machine is only a fraction of its real size in life. The machine works the same way as the trains that will soon be running across all of Poland. Some of you have been on those trains before. The engine used is the same, but instead of powering the train to move, they will be helping us plow the land.
Several minutes later, the miniature tractor came to life, and began moving across the patch of makeshift land. This in itself wasnt surprising; many of the Sejm had saw the trains moving of its own accord on the rail tracks. The pleasant surprise was what the tractor left behind in its path. Before the tractor reached the end of the box, it ran out of fuel and the humming of its engine stopped. Zygmungt turned his attentionback to the chamber.
This is still a relatively new invention, so any and all forms of investments are encouraged and welcomed. Now that you have seen the demonstration, it is up to you to decide whether it is worthy or not. To let ourselves calm down from that exciting show, I propose we give ourself a brief recess, after which we can vote on this issue as well as continue on with other matters. Nobody disagreed with this idea, and the moment the recess was signaled, all the landowners left their seats to convince their peers to vote yes for the agricultural industrialization.
In the Sejm, the object of conversation wasnt about the failed assassination. They were informed of several other issues the King wished to be brought up today. All of them were interested in hearing the Kings explanation of the recent diplomatic actions. Some (especially those who owned farms still) were trying to guess what the King would propose that would help their production. Lastly, there was the issue of corruption, which Zygmungt IV had said he would address today. Nobody appeared concern about this last topic. Those that are innocent have no reason to be concerned, while those that are guilty masked their concerns.
As custom demanded of them, everybody in the hall quieted when Zygmungt entered, rose, and bowed to him. As Zygmungt seated himself, he scanned the hundreds of faces in the room. How many of them are truly loyal to him? To Poland? He was careless once, and it cost him dearly. He wasnt about to make the same mistake twice. He will have his answer by the days end, or at least a good idea of it.
Noblemen, scholars, and town officials of Poland, you have all been elected to represent the nation as member of its Sejm and Senat. It is my pleasure to welcome you to the 3rd Sejm of the Kingdom of Poland. With blessing from above, and a little luck, may Poland emerge from this meeting being more prosperous than ever. As we all know, the point of the Sejm is to promote collaboration and communication between the ruler and its people. Within the Sejm, we are intellectual peers. No one is prohibited from voicing his or her opinion, nor can anybody single handedly handle the discussion. It is the bulwark of Polands famed Golden Liberty.
Zygmungt paused to let the claps and cheers subside, before continuing on with his opening speech.
In the past, it was the monarchs duty to begin the discussion by bringing up whatever points he feels need to be addressed by the legislative body. Without further ado, I will now initiate our own session. To start matters off, Id like to revisit one of the topics I brought up in the last Sejm. Zygmungt was right in guessing that the Sejm wasnt expecting this from him.
First and foremost, I must apologize for any confusion I caused during the last Sejm. I myself had only just heard of the concepts of agricultural industrializaion from my financial minister, and have not done much in fully understanding it. This time around, I am ready to explain and demonstrate the full meaning of the concept as well as the benefits involved with it.
Those of the Sejm who were farmland owners were impatient to learn how this can benefit them, and made no moves to hide their curiosity. So what do you mean then, your majesty? Surely you dont mean for us to start growing crops in those factories of yours too?
Laughter reverberated across the room at this, eliminating any traces of tension left from before the beginning of the discussion.
That may happen one day, my friends, the future is full of surprises, after all. But no, what I have in mind today is a tad bit different than your guess. Now, you are all landowners, are you not? I understand that the recent abolishment of serfdom has caused you all some distress in terms of not enough manpower, is that so? Most of the landowners nodded their head. I have brought with me an invention that may help to alleviate this problem. Gentlemen, I present to you one of the first ever steam-powered tractor to be made in the world.
At the clap of his hands, one of the side door behind him opened, and several men walked in, carrying with them a miniature sized steam tractor. More men followed holding fairly sized patch of land in a box. The tractor was placed on the patch of land, and a plow was attached to its end.
For demonstration purposes, this machine is only a fraction of its real size in life. The machine works the same way as the trains that will soon be running across all of Poland. Some of you have been on those trains before. The engine used is the same, but instead of powering the train to move, they will be helping us plow the land.
Several minutes later, the miniature tractor came to life, and began moving across the patch of makeshift land. This in itself wasnt surprising; many of the Sejm had saw the trains moving of its own accord on the rail tracks. The pleasant surprise was what the tractor left behind in its path. Before the tractor reached the end of the box, it ran out of fuel and the humming of its engine stopped. Zygmungt turned his attentionback to the chamber.
This is still a relatively new invention, so any and all forms of investments are encouraged and welcomed. Now that you have seen the demonstration, it is up to you to decide whether it is worthy or not. To let ourselves calm down from that exciting show, I propose we give ourself a brief recess, after which we can vote on this issue as well as continue on with other matters. Nobody disagreed with this idea, and the moment the recess was signaled, all the landowners left their seats to convince their peers to vote yes for the agricultural industrialization.
Grandmaster
Deity
"So I hear there's going to be some damned foolish thing in the Balkans this summer," said Istvan to his customer as he wrapped a two-pound slab of meat. The butcher wiped his brow, and tied the parcel in wax paper with a length of white twine.
"So says the papers," replied the stocky Slovak, in his dark suit and hat. "I don't put much stock in them, though; those Times writers are a bunch of paranoid conspiracist right-wing absolutist half-arsed scalawags, if you ask me."
"Well, I heard from my landlord, who heard from his wife's sister, that those there South Slav rebels are a murderous bunch."
The butcher's mighty cleaver crashed down, splitting a flank steak in twain.
"Don't want land like civilized freedom fighters, he said. Bunch of loonies; I hear they live off goat's meat and the blood of Turkish children."
"Don't be foolish, my friend," said another man looking at the sausages in the display case. "Everyone know these Balkan rebel whatever-you-call-them's just want to burn down Constantinople. A cousin of mine heard from a reputable source who goes to univesity in Vienna that the barbarian tribes of the southern Balkans have been plotting to down that city down since it was built; some pathological drive in their nature, I guess. Bunch of crazies, I think."
The debate went on and on, punctured only by the sticatto notes of the butcher's massive chopping knife, splitting rib steaks into small pieces for stew.
"Well, all I know is, that Sultan in Constantinople ought to be pretty scared right now. Almighty God alone knows what those Balkan boys'll do to HIM once they get loose."
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"So says the papers," replied the stocky Slovak, in his dark suit and hat. "I don't put much stock in them, though; those Times writers are a bunch of paranoid conspiracist right-wing absolutist half-arsed scalawags, if you ask me."
"Well, I heard from my landlord, who heard from his wife's sister, that those there South Slav rebels are a murderous bunch."
The butcher's mighty cleaver crashed down, splitting a flank steak in twain.
"Don't want land like civilized freedom fighters, he said. Bunch of loonies; I hear they live off goat's meat and the blood of Turkish children."
"Don't be foolish, my friend," said another man looking at the sausages in the display case. "Everyone know these Balkan rebel whatever-you-call-them's just want to burn down Constantinople. A cousin of mine heard from a reputable source who goes to univesity in Vienna that the barbarian tribes of the southern Balkans have been plotting to down that city down since it was built; some pathological drive in their nature, I guess. Bunch of crazies, I think."
The debate went on and on, punctured only by the sticatto notes of the butcher's massive chopping knife, splitting rib steaks into small pieces for stew.
"Well, all I know is, that Sultan in Constantinople ought to be pretty scared right now. Almighty God alone knows what those Balkan boys'll do to HIM once they get loose."
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