NES2 VI - Last Semblance of Order.

von Dunkelhiet... He signed his name into the document. He was well respected and known in Prussia and the city of Krakow. But he was not a head of state out of the ordinary, altough there was something about his name that brought a sense of disgust into the faces of other world leaders. Like that face people make when they unexpectedly take a bite out of a lemon. And the climax of the ceremony was over, he had signed an allience with spain, a powerhouse in the continent.
The party went along fine and he retired early to his private study. The room was hardly kept organized, over the broad oak table stood several maps of the nation, and all of them were marked heavily with red ink.
Union of Krakow.... what a disgusting name!. he tought to himself, ofcourse he was a german, and prussian. He wanted Brandenburg Berlin to be the capital, not some polish backwater place that took tax money into its belly.
Iosef had plans, and he would shape and form the nation into what he wanted it to be. They were on the grand scale, and could be seen as reactionary or radical alike. Iosef would go to war with his own nation....

He rode the ranks of the army during the years of Wittlin, and to this day considers him to be a Prussian, and not a pole. von Dunkelheit is a culturalist, not a racist. He believed that the German culture was among the greater ones in the world. He believed that culture made a nation great. But not to be confused of what culture is. Culture to him is not exactly just violins and paintings. Culture is actually the way the society thinks and behaves. A superior culture will always strive for the best, will be hard working and imaginative. It is also deeply rooted in tradition and nationalism. However it does not set that a culture is the best, but that some aspects make some better than others. His personal theories came about of how nations that seem rather different, such as the japanese and some europeans are always on top of the food chain historically speaking?.
Culturalism as an ideaology had begun, and he would use it for his own good...

(The Following Flag was found among his papers and maps in his room... lacking any meaning for now...)
 

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lol Prussia what a dump
 
Russia will accept the 3 year NAP with the Ottoman Empire. We do not by any means want an escalated conflict in the region, we simply wish to free fellow Orthodox people from Ottoman domination, a goal that we have managed to achieve with no bloodshed. Continued Spanish intrusions into the affairs of the Balkhan region, however, will not be tolerated.

The borders of the future Balkhan nations will be determined based on ethnicity of the populations. It may be hard to accept for some of the nations, but the only way to create a stable region is to allow different ethnic groups to govern themselves.
 
To: Non-Absolute Monarchies of Europe (Russia, France, Portugal, Kingdom of Brunswick, Kingdom of Denmark-Norway)

Japan would like to send some representatives to study the government structures of European nations.
 
TO: France (and whatever titles the King is using right now. i dun feel like checking)
FROM: Greece

That works fine. Greece would appreciate it greatly.
 
From: Portugal
To: Japan


We would be happy to invite the Japanese representatives into the court of King Jose V in Lisbon.

In return we hope for an closer commercial bond between our two nations.
 
Memoirs of an Old Man

“I still remember my youth, my glorious youth. I was nothing more then one of the millions of young children growing up knowing the glory of the Qing Chinese Empire. That was what we were taught from the day we entered school. I was nothing more then a farm boy. Nothing that would have made me stand out from the crowd.

The only mystery in my life was that I never knew my father. Yes, I grew up with a father and mother. But the father I knew wasn’t really my father. He wasn’t my natural birth father but more like an adopted one. From the clues I was able to find out my mother became pregnant in around 1726 under mysterious circumstances. She was at first ostracized by much of society and failed to get married after the child, me, was born.

However it was a year after that she met the man I would know and call father for the first 15 years of my life. I didn’t understand at all why he married her considering the situation and opinions of the people 50 years ago. But he did, and my mother and him had a 6 more children. Life in my village was so quiet really and I never did completely understand how we were able to support such a large family living off such a small plot of land. But we did, and we eventually grew up knowing little outside of our village. We did know that we were part of the province of Guangdong and that was pretty much it.

When I was around 11 an “Uncle” of mine on my father’s side came from Guangzhou and asked if I was willing to work as a clerk in a position in which he had recommended me in. The hours were long, and the work was boring but the pay was decent. Compared to working on a farm that is and I jumped at the opportunity. In my job as a clerk, I was in charge of passing out the pay whenever a ship came in as well as recording the purchase of goods and etc.

I felt my calling in life when I was called upon to be the clerk to record and itemize a large transaction with a Frenchmen who was purchasing a large supply of fine China from Shandong and needed it delivered to Guangzhou for shipment later to France. As I heard the Frenchmen speak, I felt mesmerized by how he spoke French. The way his tongue would move and the results of it fascinated me. I then decided from then on, to study as much languages as I could.

After 3 years of studying over various books with the help of the head clerk I mastered, or at least was able to speak basic French. Oh how I loved how those French words rolled off my tongue, I love being able to sound “sophisticated.” So when I finally returned to my village after 3 years for a short vacation, I caused a huge ruckus in the village by my ability to speak French. The people in my village were so proud that a member of the village could speak one of the languages of the so called foreign devils. I was happy too, until my proficiency in French caught the eyes of the powers that be in Beijing.

That year was the 5th Year of the Reign of Emperor Qianlong whom decided to send us young men proficient in the language of various European nations, to Europe. I was one of them that was ordered to be shipped off to France to understand engineering. Something I didn’t have the slightest clue at. Of course, my family and company was given a large “recompensation” over the lost of a son and an employee. Which was quite a handsome monthly sum really.

My father was overjoyed that I, his adopted son would be given an “University” education in a Foreign School. He talked about me to nearly everyone, who were all uneducated villagers and farmers. I gave them all hope I suppose, that a farmer boy could become “somebody” through hard work. My mother wasn’t surprised at all a fact I only realized when I returned from France. It seemed like she knew that would happen, along with future events that would propel me towards my future…

To be continued…
 
To Japan:
On a personal Note From the Leader of the Krakow federation:

We lack anything of use or importance for your obervers, however i would like to make a special request for one of your finest swords and armour pieces for my personal collection.
Your observers are and diplomats are welcomed to stay on one of my private villas around Berlin when travelling around Europe.
 
Strength Through Unity, Unity Through Strength​

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“Here it comes! Look Ibrahim” Abdul yelled to his little brother, who was seated on his shoulders at the moment, and looking in awe at the train pulling into their city. This was a rare sight indeed, especially for the two boys since rarely got off from work. It was convenient to get there however, since the train and the train station ran straight through the town square.

A rather large crowd had formed around the train, a lot of the usual shouting and cheering for it’s arrival. Suddenly the crowd went silent. Abdul struggled to see what was happening, it seemed that someone very important had just got off the train. People shuffled about and made way for whoever it was. The person made his way to the main stand, which was just a small platform made of wood, with a podium train arrival and departure times. Why were there so many people here, they would come just to see the trains would they? Abdul narrowed his eyes on the person who now stood behind the podium. It was the Sultan! Sultan Osman IV!

“My brothers and sisters of Islam, our great nation and our great faith of Islam, now stands on the brink of obliteration. We face a time in which the people of Islam are persecuted by the “greater” powers of this world. I have come here to show you that we, as Allah’s chosen one’s, can stand against them! We have the power, we have the Strength!” the Sultan slammed his fist on the podium, his eyes like steel as he laced his words through the crowd “We are the greatest nation on this Earth! And now I give to you the chance to prove it. To PROVE, that we Muslims will not be denied our rightful place in power, our RIGHTFUL place in this word. Those who seek to destroy us shall be cut down by Allah himself!”

Cheers and screams erupted throughout the square. The Sultan’s face, however, never changed. It was an iron mask of determination and of strength. After a few moments he lifted his hand for silence.

“A new age has taken over this great Empire, an age of productivity, and age of steel machines and steel wills. And through those steel wills the fires of industry shall BURN away ALL weakness from this nation, the hammers of industry shall OBLITORATE! ALL WEAKNESS! We shall be the greatest nation to have ever been formed on this Earth!”

Again cheers and hoots erupted through out the crowd. Abdul pumped his fist into the air and yelled along with the others as his little brother clapped happily. Again, after a few moments, the Sultan raised his hand for silence.

“None shall stand against the might of the Ottoman Empire. We shall be the steel hammers that shape the gun, and we shall be the steel fist that holds the gun and WE SHALL BE THE STEEL WILL THAT FIRES THE GUN!!.” The Sultan paused as another wave of shouts and roars from the crowd came “STRENGTH THROUGH UNITY, UNITY THROUGH STRENGTH!” The Sultan threw his fist into the air as the crowd roared. The crowd’s roar reverberated throughout the town square.

The Sultan had made his best speech yet, the speech of which his rule would be defined by. He would be know as Osman the Steel Heart. The one who truly took control of the Ottoman Empire and would drove it into an age of industrial revolution. Every young boy would dream of becoming a steel worker, or a train conductor or to enroll in the great Turkish military that had now fully become modernized. The motto of Strength Through Unity, Unity Through Strength, was plastered on every wall, in every shop. Who could now challenge a nation with it’s people behind it.


ooc guess where my motto is from ;)
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lol i know :D thats why i put it there, and i should have put Islam will Prevail to *smashes head on wall* stupid me :p
 
Memoirs of an Old Man Part 2

“I remember vividly the day I was requested, more like ordered to the Governor of Guangdong’s Residence. Some 30 students were there that first day when the governor addressed us talking about how we were the pride of china and etc. I believe it was important, but typical of young men, I didn’t pay much attention instead focusing on the trappings of office and wealth he had in his residence.

The only words I caught in his little speech was “live in my residence” and “the Emperor will be coming.” I missed everything else as afterwards my eyes stopped looking at the “stuff” in his residence and instead concentrated on who I assume was his daughter. She was mesmerizing, her dark brown hair reflecting light like fine silk, her eyes were bright orbs radiating humor and intelligence. I have to say it was love at first sight. Of course, staring at someone for what seemed to be an eternity is noticed and when she looked at me I blushed and looked away.

The next week passed as if it was like heaven. The room I was assigned was massive, at least that was what I assumed until I heard nearly everyone else complaining about their small rooms. And the food…. Heavens, I thought I was in paradise. Vegetables of all forms, with pig, duck, swallow, chicken and fish in abundance. It was a huge difference from the life I knew before with one or two bowls of rice with a few vegetables and if we were lucky some meat. I felt like I had crossed an invisible line that separated the cultured and privileged society from the poor and crude people that I grew up as. I was excited.

As the days went by, more and more students destined for Europe came to Guangzhou that went on for another week. When we were all gathered to hear the Governor speak again, a friend I had met over the week joked that if somebody shot a cannon at the building, they would wipe out China’s future. A fact that unnerved me truly as it went against my grain. China was the land of culture, the land of beauty. But I knew later through a crude metaphor, that the neat and well dressed dog doesn’t always win next to a crude dog from the streets in getting the girls.

When the Emperor came, it was like Heaven itself descended upon us. When he was announced the room turned instantly silent. People tried to minimize their breathing as it was that quiet in the room. It was a deathly silence. People shifted stances on their feet and swallowed as well. Then came in a slow and solemn procession the Imperial Guard dressed in splendid green uniform armed with nasty looking guns. They were nothing like the soldiers I was used to, the soldiers armed with spears and swords in the county seat.

When the Emperor himself finally came in a yellow robe all we could do was stare. Yellow was a color that we rarely saw if we saw it at all. Yellow we were taught from birth, was the color of Royalty. The color of power, the color of prestige, that was what yellow represented. And from that point forward, I felt like I was now a member of the privileged, destined to do great things. So great was our attention on the clothing, that most of us never even noticed how the Emperor looked. As I knew later, he was nothing more then a man, a humble mortal man. But to me then, he was Heaven Incarnate. He was all powerful. He could have my entire family executed with a flick of his finger. I worshipped him.

“You young grasshoppers, are China’s future. You shall be part of the Sun that once more rises upon China. Remember your duty and never stray from your chosen path. The easy path is wide, broad and well lit, but remember it offers little reward. The harder path is narrow and dark full with dangers. But it offers the best reward. I have but one motto for you. For you, it doesn’t matter how you succeed and what you do to succeed, but as long as you succeed. Do nothing in Europe that you would be ashamed of in China. Remember who you are.”

And he left, quietly and assuredly while we pondered. The next day, we boarded a steamer and left for Europe.
 
Oui, oui, don't worry.
 
The structures were impressive. Huge buildings dwarfing most of the structures in Reykjavik with the exception of the fort, the governor's mansion and a few others. Construction had been ongoing for some time and now they were ready to be put to use.

The buildings were warehouses and processing facilities for the lucrative whaling industry dominated by the Danes and Norwegians in the North Atlantic. Always it had been a problem because the whales had to be brought to Trondheim or Aalborg for processing which took time and thus lowered the profit, but with a brand new facility here in Reykjavik the whalers had a place to offload their captures near to the hunting grounds. From there all the valuable parts such as the oil, the blubber and even the meat could now be prepared before being shipped off to Copenhagen, London, Paris, Lisbon or whereever else it was needed.

With less time wasted in transit the amount that could be produced would soar. Economists had calculated that the income would rise by close to 120% now though of course the facilities hadn't been free. Many experienced workers from Denmark and Norway had already arrived causing the small town to boom. Higher population created higher demands, but also more trade and thus prosperity. The future looked bright.

Close to the processing facilities a new docks had been constructed to allow for all of the whaling fleet to be in at the same time. Not far away the merchant docks had also grown and several merchentmen lay at anchor under the protective guns of the fort. Off the coast two frigates were on patrol though everything was quiet in this corner of the world. Most foreigners to come were usually British or Dutch traders and the only ships seen regularly were French vessels blown of course or damaged by storms seeking a place to refit.

More and more colonists were arriving every month to settle on the island and some even moved further on to make a life for themselves on Greenland. Considering how quiet it had always been on Iceland, the flurry of activity and action now happening made it seem to the old people like they were living in the midst of fabled Bagdad or Istanbul.

Times were changing and, according to the vast majority, they were taking a turn for the better.
 
From: An as of yet anonymous movement
To: "Sultan" Osman IV of the Ottoman Empire

You fool! In but a year, your bumbling, pathetic failure of a diplomatic policy has allowed the loss of nearly all Ottoman territory in Europe, and immeasurable influence in the world.

The foremost Muslim power has been reduced to a grovelling slave, at the hands of intelligent and manipulative European empires. We congratulate them on their work, for they have truly cast into the light the disgusting failure of a Turkish dominated Islamic state.

It is time for a change, Osman. For years your dynasty fought uncountable wars, spilt near-infinite amounts of blood, and lost numerous piles of gold, and all to retain territory in Europe. And for what have you surrendered it? Petty guarantees and trade agreements! You've sold your soul to the Europeans, and you have lost the favor of Muslims everywhere as a result.

This is intolerable. And frankly Osman, you will not live much longer. So regret your mistakes while you still live, for Allah's justice is at hand.

It is over.
 
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