he does. And I'm really going to protest it if he gets those, since das himself has said that stories will give small bonuses, but not at such magnitude that it would be decisive. In this case, if contempt gets those eco levels it will likely change the outcome of whole war.Kal'thzar said:contempt you really want the eco levels don't you
NES2 V - The Great Game.
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A war which might be over if HRE decides to either accept our peace proposal, or actually get around to making its dissatisfaction with it known so peace negociations can continue. Or just out right say that they won't accept, and offer up a reason instead of making us wait around.
Kal'thzar said:andis the answer would be to write some yourself, like i'm going to do
Of course it might just be the vehicle by which he concentrates on the area of the swedish economy to be increased by....
Could be. Economic Centers are also a primary concern of mine...well, besides the wars of course.
Excerpts of Riksdag medal of Honors given out during Muscovite-Scandinavian War, Published for the public 1869
Karl Andersson
Rank and Organization: 2nd Liutenent, United Scandinavian Armed Forces, Berserker Division I, 6th Berserker squad.
Place and Date: Northern Muscovy, 20th of March 1868.
Place of Enlistment: Stockholm, 1862
Place of Birth: Helsingborg, 1842
Citation: For conspicuous bravery and intrepidity at the risk of life above and beyond the call of duty on 20th of March 1868. 2nd Liutenent Andersson led the early morning attack upon the backs of the advancing Muscovy force that was attacking Scandinavian defensive lines. Andersson lead his sqaudron in the face of staunch resistance under rifle fire to secure control of a road side checkpoint.
This checkpoint controlled supply routes into the backs of the Muscovy lines, and Andersson and his company defended it with their lives. 2nd Liutenent Andersson recognized a Muscovy assualt upon the defensive position, and acting on his own progative, advanced to counter attack the Muscovy advance without support.
Andersson encountered the enemy in the woods, and began firing upon their ranks using the trees for cover. Andersson crawled, ducked, and dove through the snow, firing upon the enemy until his ammunition went dry. Unwilling to allow the large group of Muscovites to flank his company, Andersson picked up a Muscovy rifle from a man who had gotten too close, and continued the battle.
Andersson was shot in the leg, but he continued to fire his Muscovite rifle into the enemy crowd. He was shot again, in the shoulder, but continued to struggle to fire into the enemy. He would not be felled. He was shot a thrid time, and began to collaspe from the pain, but refused to stop fighting until death.
His gallantry in holding off an entire Muscovy company allowed Scandinavian reinforcements to secure and defend the road for further offensives against the enemy back lines. Karl Andersson's extraordinary heroism saved the lives of several Bersekers and inflicted heavy casualties against the enemy while securing further Scandinavian routes for attack.
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Kal'thzar said:contempt you really want the eco levels don't you
EDIT: Cynically begins researching areas of Italy that could be imporved economically
It seems like he does, and while I have no problem with a spiffing story giving economy centres , a level, which can then be sacrificed for 6 other EPs seems a bit over much for a story. (Unless there is some clever orders in there too
).Also researching your nations economy? in a NES? shocking!
Disenfrancised said:It seems like he does, and while I have no problem with a spiffing story giving economy centres , a level, which can then be sacrificed for 6 other EPs seems a bit over much for a story. (Unless there is some clever orders in there too
Also researching your nations economy? in a NES? shocking!
I wouldn't object to a economic level, but I wouldn't expect one from my stories either. Economic centers maybe, but I'm writing stories to get more in touch with Scandinavia...and get bonuses
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I can't really protest at all here...
tommy_toon
Emperor
From Mariano Moreno (Platine Republic)
To John Russel (Federated Kingdoms)
Enclosed in this envelope is the bullet that you attempted to kill me with. I pray that when the mobs come for you, as I'm sure they will, the bullet will serve its purpose against your skull.
In addition, I will foreworn you now that to stay in South America fighting against freedom will ultimately result in the deaths of thousands upon thousands of Federate soldiers at your hands. We will not rest until the last Federate soldier leaves our lands.
To John Russel (Federated Kingdoms)
Enclosed in this envelope is the bullet that you attempted to kill me with. I pray that when the mobs come for you, as I'm sure they will, the bullet will serve its purpose against your skull.
In addition, I will foreworn you now that to stay in South America fighting against freedom will ultimately result in the deaths of thousands upon thousands of Federate soldiers at your hands. We will not rest until the last Federate soldier leaves our lands.
That's still a scar on me. My trust is still just barely returning.
I did that before you invaded me.
Damn you!!!
They would have never had that problem if the Ottomans hadn't been forced to sell the land to the FK in exchange for help against Persia. Which never really came in the end.
You didn't mention the Ottomans again.
Aaaannddd...
POST #3000!!!
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Despite my numerous, varied, and intricate betrayals of the Ottoman Empire that led to it's collapse and total destruction...
Happy 3000th post!!
I can't be that bad, I did give Turkey it's independence after all.
Happy 3000th post!!
I can't be that bad, I did give Turkey it's independence after all.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Letter to Mariano Moreno from Lord John Russell
"Dear Sir,
I understand that etiquete and politeness are words you probably have never heard, and so will forgive you this time. Even more so I will send a copy of the Oxford Dictionary of the English Language with this letter in the hope that you will take the time to look up these two words and use the new knowledge in the future.
And since we come to the future I must very regretably inform you that if you think this bullet was the last you are sadly mistaken. You are an enemy of the Federated Kingdoms, and you are the only one responsible for that decision, so I fail to understand why you blame me for the consequences.
As for your threats, I would suggest that you take a good look around the World, see what is happening, and then try to think. (Now, I realize that this is a foreign action to you, but you should try nevertheless.) If the thinking bears any result, please feel free to contact me with the detailed plans of your surrender.
Lord John Russell"
"Dear Sir,
I understand that etiquete and politeness are words you probably have never heard, and so will forgive you this time. Even more so I will send a copy of the Oxford Dictionary of the English Language with this letter in the hope that you will take the time to look up these two words and use the new knowledge in the future.
And since we come to the future I must very regretably inform you that if you think this bullet was the last you are sadly mistaken. You are an enemy of the Federated Kingdoms, and you are the only one responsible for that decision, so I fail to understand why you blame me for the consequences.
As for your threats, I would suggest that you take a good look around the World, see what is happening, and then try to think. (Now, I realize that this is a foreign action to you, but you should try nevertheless.) If the thinking bears any result, please feel free to contact me with the detailed plans of your surrender.
Lord John Russell"
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
OOC: While the FK is powerful, organized, and efficient, they may not be the best at making friends.
From: Persia
To: FK
We understand your full and total commitment to the utter destruction of Persia. And frankly, we respect your government for that. Your nation would, quite frankly, be week and corrupt if you surrendered so easily.
But know this. Your army in Iraq is in an incredibly precarious position, especially due to certain events. And if you refuse a reasonable peace negotiation that returns the world to the way it was before the FK assault on France, we promise you that said army will not escape.
We wish you well in your efforts,
The Islamic Council
From: Persia
To: Brazil, The Platine Republic (?)
If only in words for now, you have our support.
From: Persia
To: FK
We understand your full and total commitment to the utter destruction of Persia. And frankly, we respect your government for that. Your nation would, quite frankly, be week and corrupt if you surrendered so easily.
But know this. Your army in Iraq is in an incredibly precarious position, especially due to certain events. And if you refuse a reasonable peace negotiation that returns the world to the way it was before the FK assault on France, we promise you that said army will not escape.
We wish you well in your efforts,
The Islamic Council
From: Persia
To: Brazil, The Platine Republic (?)
If only in words for now, you have our support.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
The UK in the 19th century was not good at making friends, and I like the character.
As for the peace, if you want to be reasonable then I suggest we return to the treaty I drew up when you and the Ottomans were fighting, and restore those borders of Persia, and then find something else to do with the Middle East
As for the peace, if you want to be reasonable then I suggest we return to the treaty I drew up when you and the Ottomans were fighting, and restore those borders of Persia, and then find something else to do with the Middle East
Just a note to all you baseball fans out there, the proposal Persia offered would not return the world to the way it was before the France invasion, since Persia also asked for withdrawal from India in its peace proposal.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
And he didnt mention withdrawing from the areas he occupied
Disenfrancised
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Lord_Iggy said:
Uh Iggy, you mean you didn't see some instablity from loosing the wars coming a mile off? You probably should have read the 'pan-Islamist' rebel description a tad more carefully
...Happy 3k posts as well!
Stormbringer said:And he didnt mention withdrawing from the areas he occupied
Well of course not - the locals rebelled for him so his expansion is perfectly legitamate
, unlike ours of course!
Finmaster
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I tried to sleep but I couldn't. So I tried to write a little something.
THE DAY WHEN JOSEF LEU WENT MAD
***
8.30 am
It had happened. The cantons were dissolved. Emperor Wilhelmus was now in total control.
And Josef - Josef found himself from a meeting of the conspiratists! He, Wilhelmus's most loyal servant and friend - backstabbing his master!
But there was no other choice. Wilhelmus was not from this world. Finaly Josef was ready to believe it. That demonic glare would haunt him for the rest of his life, he knew it. This nobleman who had at young age accepted Wilhelmus as his master out of pure boredom had finaly understood where it all would lead. He had already seen signs of it when he had been the president but now, after losing his power, he was finaly ready to admit it. Wilhelmus was a friggin maniac. No, more; a demonic person who was haunted by something from the beyond.
I was blinded by power. Oh, how sorry I am! In the streets of Geneva, when the federal assembly was dissolved, I could see the dark clouds. But I did nothing; for I enjoyed it! But now.. now I admit my mistakes.. now I can see the truth..
This conspiratist meeting was set up to discuss the possibilities of emperor Wilhelmus's assasination.
***
11 am
When the meeting was over, Josef was feeling confused and disturbed as he was walking to his home, a big ranch just outside Geneva. Only a few persons had attented the conspiratist meeting - it was as if the people weren't interrested. Maybe they were just so loyal to the emperor? Quite possibly, Wilhelmus had worked hard to make the people think that he was doing what was right for them. And the people had not seen his eyes.
That demonic glare, I have to get it away from my mind!
But he couldn't. Last meeting with Wilhelmus had been the worst for Josef. The way the emperor had looked at him.. he had been smiling but his eyes.. they had been.. filled with.. not hate, that would be the wrong word. Just lunacy. And something else. Something more. As if he had known that Josef was..
"ELEANOR IS DEAD!"
Josef stopped daydreaming and returned to reality. His wife. Eleanor. Dead. He didn't give a rat's ass. He had never loved his wife. He had hated her. She was ugly as hell, too. Josef had married her over money, after Wilhelmus had suggested it. And it had been a good suggestion; without that money, a poor nobleman wouldn't have been able to take over Switzerland. He had been in love once, though. The love of his life had been elsewhere: at the young age of 21, just before he had met Wilhelmus for the first time, he had dated an 18-year-old beauty called Anna. She had died. Everything dies.
Eleanor's heart had stopped. She was old, in her early 60's. She was a lot older than Josef. She was buried that afternoon, but Josef couldn't stop thinking about Wilhelmus. All the servants noticed how disturbed he was, but they thought it was because of the misery of losing his wife.
***
11 pm
It was getting late, but Josef couldn't sleep. He was sitting on a comfortable chair in his rather big library. He had read most of the books in those douzens of shelfs; he was indeed an educated man. But now he didn't think of what those books were saying. He couldn't get his mind of that demonic glare.
That glare..
that glare..
Then it hit Josef. The glare had been different. The last time he had met Wilhelmus, the glare HAD BEEN DIFFERENT!!
HE KNOWS!
How could he know? Had someone told him? No, Josef knew that it wasn't needed. Wilhelmus had strange abilities, Josef knew that. Maybe he had smelled Josef's betrayal? Either way, that lunacy in his eyes was unnatural. Even for him. Yes, he had known he had known..
Josef looked at the curtains. He had been looking for them for hours. Hours and hours, ever since the funeral ended. His mind was going crazy. Crazy like that cockoo-clock on the wall. A Swiss-made clock. He had started the program to sell Swiss cockoo-clocks to foreign countries a few year ago, when he was still the president. The economy had grown. Geneva had became a center of trade. And where was that money now? Wasted on soldiers. Soldiers marching. Stabbing other HRE soldiers who had accepted them to their camp as allies. When he closed his eyes, he could see those Swiss bayonettes crushing through the bones of sleeping HRE soldiers. How many had been killed? One thousand? One hundred thousand?
And poor Josef, he knew that he could have stopped that crazy man from making those decisions. Poor Josef blamed it all on himself.
Where did betrayals go in that old book written by Dante?
That glare..
that glare..
The purple curtains of the library slowly moved back and forth. Josef had been gazing at that for hours. And everytime the clock striked, he lost yet another piece of his sanity.
Tiktok, it said.
Tiktok, tiktok, tiktok.
****oo, ****oo, ****oo.
Eleanor is dead. ****oo.
He didn't saw the curtains anymore. He didn't hear the clock anymore. In a way he was in a peaceful state; for he didn't see the glare in Wilhelmus's eyes anymore either. In the back of his head, he could hear a voice. It was the voice of sanity, telling him not to be happy with it. Telling him that losing a grip on reality might not be a good thing. But that voice was toned down quickly, as a more important sound replaced it. It was the sound of the clock, which now represented all his moral mistakes. It represented every Genevan patriot now marching in line in front of their emperor. It represented every HRE soldier who was stabbed with bayonettes at the HRE-Italian border soon after Wilhemus had taken over. And he blamed it all on himself.
And the clock said Tiktok.
Tiktok. Tiktok.
Cockoo. Cockoo.
***
8.30 am
It had been 24 hours since the conspiratist meeting had ended. And Josef woke up in a hospital. Not a normal hospital, though. Nowdays it might be called a mental institute, but not back then.
"How are you doing?" asked Wilhelmus. He was sitting next to Josef when he woke up. "I left my palace immedately when I heard.."
It's a cave, not a palace!
"I'm doing.. fine. What happened yesterday? I can't remember a thing.."
"You.. I hate to say this but.. you were found digging up your wife's corpse from it's grave soon after midnight. You were brought here. I understand that you loved her and that you are.. disturbed.. afterall it all happened so quickly, you had to bury her almost immediately after hearing of her death.. so why won't you rest here for the day and come back work tomorrow.. or whatta hey, stay out as long as you feel is necessary."
"I.. can't remember.. but I didn't love her! I didn't!"
"Now now, Josef, you have been through a lot. But I'm sure you will get out later today. Now I have to go, I hope you'll get better soon!"
And then he did what Josef had been fearing for. The glare. Just before leaving, he gazed at Josef and gave him the glare. And Josef could see flames of Hell jumping out of those eyes into his head! He could actually hear such demons as Abaddon and Abigar. He had read about Abaddon and Abigar once. Abaddon was a destroyer demon while Abigar was more.. calm, yet twice as evil. He could tell the future and give military advice. Josef wouldn't have been surprised if some creatures as these had been helping Wihelmus. So he believed.
And that glare. It was too much. It was just too much for Josef. For he saw his own desperation in that glare; Wilhelmus knew. And that glare told him: "no, you aren't REALLY going to get out later today. I know what you have been up to. You think you could betray your own master? With this glare, my demons have jumped into you. You are now the lunatic. We both are. But one of us is in charge, and the other will spend the rest of his life in a hospital.."
Somewhere a soft voice of sanity tried to whisper: stop yelling. otherweise they will never let you out. EVER!
But Josef didn't understand this voice. He didn't even realize that he was yelling until after few hours. And when he stopped - after several hours - he had regained enough of his sanity back to realize that he would not be allowed to leave the hospital for many, many years.
And in his palace that looked a bit like a cave (altough a well-decorated one), Emperor Wilhelmus was smiling quietly.
***
THE DAY WHEN JOSEF LEU WENT MAD
***
8.30 am
It had happened. The cantons were dissolved. Emperor Wilhelmus was now in total control.
And Josef - Josef found himself from a meeting of the conspiratists! He, Wilhelmus's most loyal servant and friend - backstabbing his master!
But there was no other choice. Wilhelmus was not from this world. Finaly Josef was ready to believe it. That demonic glare would haunt him for the rest of his life, he knew it. This nobleman who had at young age accepted Wilhelmus as his master out of pure boredom had finaly understood where it all would lead. He had already seen signs of it when he had been the president but now, after losing his power, he was finaly ready to admit it. Wilhelmus was a friggin maniac. No, more; a demonic person who was haunted by something from the beyond.
I was blinded by power. Oh, how sorry I am! In the streets of Geneva, when the federal assembly was dissolved, I could see the dark clouds. But I did nothing; for I enjoyed it! But now.. now I admit my mistakes.. now I can see the truth..
This conspiratist meeting was set up to discuss the possibilities of emperor Wilhelmus's assasination.
***
11 am
When the meeting was over, Josef was feeling confused and disturbed as he was walking to his home, a big ranch just outside Geneva. Only a few persons had attented the conspiratist meeting - it was as if the people weren't interrested. Maybe they were just so loyal to the emperor? Quite possibly, Wilhelmus had worked hard to make the people think that he was doing what was right for them. And the people had not seen his eyes.
That demonic glare, I have to get it away from my mind!
But he couldn't. Last meeting with Wilhelmus had been the worst for Josef. The way the emperor had looked at him.. he had been smiling but his eyes.. they had been.. filled with.. not hate, that would be the wrong word. Just lunacy. And something else. Something more. As if he had known that Josef was..
"ELEANOR IS DEAD!"
Josef stopped daydreaming and returned to reality. His wife. Eleanor. Dead. He didn't give a rat's ass. He had never loved his wife. He had hated her. She was ugly as hell, too. Josef had married her over money, after Wilhelmus had suggested it. And it had been a good suggestion; without that money, a poor nobleman wouldn't have been able to take over Switzerland. He had been in love once, though. The love of his life had been elsewhere: at the young age of 21, just before he had met Wilhelmus for the first time, he had dated an 18-year-old beauty called Anna. She had died. Everything dies.
Eleanor's heart had stopped. She was old, in her early 60's. She was a lot older than Josef. She was buried that afternoon, but Josef couldn't stop thinking about Wilhelmus. All the servants noticed how disturbed he was, but they thought it was because of the misery of losing his wife.
***
11 pm
It was getting late, but Josef couldn't sleep. He was sitting on a comfortable chair in his rather big library. He had read most of the books in those douzens of shelfs; he was indeed an educated man. But now he didn't think of what those books were saying. He couldn't get his mind of that demonic glare.
That glare..
that glare..
Then it hit Josef. The glare had been different. The last time he had met Wilhelmus, the glare HAD BEEN DIFFERENT!!
HE KNOWS!
How could he know? Had someone told him? No, Josef knew that it wasn't needed. Wilhelmus had strange abilities, Josef knew that. Maybe he had smelled Josef's betrayal? Either way, that lunacy in his eyes was unnatural. Even for him. Yes, he had known he had known..
Josef looked at the curtains. He had been looking for them for hours. Hours and hours, ever since the funeral ended. His mind was going crazy. Crazy like that cockoo-clock on the wall. A Swiss-made clock. He had started the program to sell Swiss cockoo-clocks to foreign countries a few year ago, when he was still the president. The economy had grown. Geneva had became a center of trade. And where was that money now? Wasted on soldiers. Soldiers marching. Stabbing other HRE soldiers who had accepted them to their camp as allies. When he closed his eyes, he could see those Swiss bayonettes crushing through the bones of sleeping HRE soldiers. How many had been killed? One thousand? One hundred thousand?
And poor Josef, he knew that he could have stopped that crazy man from making those decisions. Poor Josef blamed it all on himself.
Where did betrayals go in that old book written by Dante?
That glare..
that glare..
The purple curtains of the library slowly moved back and forth. Josef had been gazing at that for hours. And everytime the clock striked, he lost yet another piece of his sanity.
Tiktok, it said.
Tiktok, tiktok, tiktok.
****oo, ****oo, ****oo.
Eleanor is dead. ****oo.
He didn't saw the curtains anymore. He didn't hear the clock anymore. In a way he was in a peaceful state; for he didn't see the glare in Wilhelmus's eyes anymore either. In the back of his head, he could hear a voice. It was the voice of sanity, telling him not to be happy with it. Telling him that losing a grip on reality might not be a good thing. But that voice was toned down quickly, as a more important sound replaced it. It was the sound of the clock, which now represented all his moral mistakes. It represented every Genevan patriot now marching in line in front of their emperor. It represented every HRE soldier who was stabbed with bayonettes at the HRE-Italian border soon after Wilhemus had taken over. And he blamed it all on himself.
And the clock said Tiktok.
Tiktok. Tiktok.
Cockoo. Cockoo.
***
8.30 am
It had been 24 hours since the conspiratist meeting had ended. And Josef woke up in a hospital. Not a normal hospital, though. Nowdays it might be called a mental institute, but not back then.
"How are you doing?" asked Wilhelmus. He was sitting next to Josef when he woke up. "I left my palace immedately when I heard.."
It's a cave, not a palace!
"I'm doing.. fine. What happened yesterday? I can't remember a thing.."
"You.. I hate to say this but.. you were found digging up your wife's corpse from it's grave soon after midnight. You were brought here. I understand that you loved her and that you are.. disturbed.. afterall it all happened so quickly, you had to bury her almost immediately after hearing of her death.. so why won't you rest here for the day and come back work tomorrow.. or whatta hey, stay out as long as you feel is necessary."
"I.. can't remember.. but I didn't love her! I didn't!"
"Now now, Josef, you have been through a lot. But I'm sure you will get out later today. Now I have to go, I hope you'll get better soon!"
And then he did what Josef had been fearing for. The glare. Just before leaving, he gazed at Josef and gave him the glare. And Josef could see flames of Hell jumping out of those eyes into his head! He could actually hear such demons as Abaddon and Abigar. He had read about Abaddon and Abigar once. Abaddon was a destroyer demon while Abigar was more.. calm, yet twice as evil. He could tell the future and give military advice. Josef wouldn't have been surprised if some creatures as these had been helping Wihelmus. So he believed.
And that glare. It was too much. It was just too much for Josef. For he saw his own desperation in that glare; Wilhelmus knew. And that glare told him: "no, you aren't REALLY going to get out later today. I know what you have been up to. You think you could betray your own master? With this glare, my demons have jumped into you. You are now the lunatic. We both are. But one of us is in charge, and the other will spend the rest of his life in a hospital.."
Somewhere a soft voice of sanity tried to whisper: stop yelling. otherweise they will never let you out. EVER!
But Josef didn't understand this voice. He didn't even realize that he was yelling until after few hours. And when he stopped - after several hours - he had regained enough of his sanity back to realize that he would not be allowed to leave the hospital for many, many years.
And in his palace that looked a bit like a cave (altough a well-decorated one), Emperor Wilhelmus was smiling quietly.
***
Kozmos
Jew Detective
What's with the military training being Elite+3 and like???Sure training is important but they cant train them to dodge bullets like Neo godamnit.
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