Oruc
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AHHH Kentharu you suck, I wanted the Balkans to be a hell hole but now look what you did, Also what does everyone have agaisnt Serbia? serbia didnt appear in the last Daisie nes and now wont it wont appear in this one?
NES2 VI - Last Semblance of Order.
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If Kentharu quits, I shall take the reigns of the Ottoman Empire.
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emu said:
Stormbringers proposal for borders has Serbia in it
, btw Stormbringer if you were trying to repeat the modern borders of Croatia then I'm pretty sure that map is worng (if it wasn't the intention then carry on 
)North King said:
Don't you mean Turkey/Anatolia
? It would be sad if Kentharu leaves, because I think he did try very hard but fate stood in his way. North King for Ataturk! 
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No, I mean Ottoman Empire.
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As a counter to Russia's somewhat ridiculous treaty drawn up earlier, we propose the counterpoint:
Since the Russians are so eager to give so many groups self determination, we figured, OK, we'll give the Romanians self determination. Sounds fair enough, no? And as Trebizond has been essentially Muslim for centuries and only rarely a part of Greater Armenia, we felt that was a bit ludicrous, too.
We are willing to give this Caliphate independence, if and only if it is Egypt and attached territories... Its overbearing claims are nothing that a mere police chief should be requesting, methinks.
Furthermore, the Afghan Khanate shall return to prewar borders; these lands are far more Ottoman than Afghan.
Since the Russians are so eager to give so many groups self determination, we figured, OK, we'll give the Romanians self determination. Sounds fair enough, no? And as Trebizond has been essentially Muslim for centuries and only rarely a part of Greater Armenia, we felt that was a bit ludicrous, too.
We are willing to give this Caliphate independence, if and only if it is Egypt and attached territories... Its overbearing claims are nothing that a mere police chief should be requesting, methinks.
Furthermore, the Afghan Khanate shall return to prewar borders; these lands are far more Ottoman than Afghan.
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Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Russia will not negotiate with the Ottoman Empire on any terms other than the guidelines outlined by Russia earlier. That was not a treaty I posted, that is the reality, the way things will be. Whether the Ottoman Sultan likes it or not, and whether he would like to see it changed or not, is, in our oppinion, irrelevant.
Wubba360
Emperor
In the streets of a small African town called Nampula, a young African man lay hiding in the ally. Around him were three other men. All of them were in there teens. The one in the middle was Nomathemba. He was young. He had been torn by the defeat of Qwabe's army. But, now people were planning. The war was not over. They were guirillas. Everyone had heard Qwabe's decree to rise up. That all must answer the call. The young man had only left his family a few weeks ago to join the freedomfighters. They each held a rifle they had stolen when the people broke into the local prison. Almost everyone had some type of weopon. Now all they had to do was sit and wait.
A group of Portuguese on horse back trotted by. Nomathemba looked threw his sights. A perfect shot, he grinned a smile of satisfaction. He fired the first shot. Right through the head. The men began to panic as the man fell lifeless to the dirt. Suddenly a popping of gunshots filled the streets. Screams from the men and neighing horses. As the smoked cleared the portuguese men lay lifeless. Nomathemba came out and looked the dead man in the eye. They had taken everything from him. They had killed his father and two older brothers. They had done this to him. The horses stood there calmly, hardly noticing their former owners rotting boddies. The guerillas cut open the bodies in ritual to release the spirits. This town was no longer under portuguese control. More men came into the streets. They each nodded to eachother. They carried with them the zulu flag. Two tusks of ivory crossed representing their strength, over a green and yellow field, showing the beauty of Africa, and a crown drowned in feather, showing their ruler, their god. The man who had given them pride in calling themselves not just Zulu, but African. The men saddled the horses. Nomathemba turned around to take one last look at the dead men. As they rode off into the saharra they knew one thing. This was far from over. There was still blood to pay.
Nomathemba rode into the sunset to comeback another day and fight again. As he did Nomathemba could only think, "They will know and fear us when this is over. They have drove us to this. They will never return. There blood will flow upon this grass. I am ready to die for the emperor. I will not fail him."
A group of Portuguese on horse back trotted by. Nomathemba looked threw his sights. A perfect shot, he grinned a smile of satisfaction. He fired the first shot. Right through the head. The men began to panic as the man fell lifeless to the dirt. Suddenly a popping of gunshots filled the streets. Screams from the men and neighing horses. As the smoked cleared the portuguese men lay lifeless. Nomathemba came out and looked the dead man in the eye. They had taken everything from him. They had killed his father and two older brothers. They had done this to him. The horses stood there calmly, hardly noticing their former owners rotting boddies. The guerillas cut open the bodies in ritual to release the spirits. This town was no longer under portuguese control. More men came into the streets. They each nodded to eachother. They carried with them the zulu flag. Two tusks of ivory crossed representing their strength, over a green and yellow field, showing the beauty of Africa, and a crown drowned in feather, showing their ruler, their god. The man who had given them pride in calling themselves not just Zulu, but African. The men saddled the horses. Nomathemba turned around to take one last look at the dead men. As they rode off into the saharra they knew one thing. This was far from over. There was still blood to pay.
Nomathemba rode into the sunset to comeback another day and fight again. As he did Nomathemba could only think, "They will know and fear us when this is over. They have drove us to this. They will never return. There blood will flow upon this grass. I am ready to die for the emperor. I will not fail him."
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Stormbringer said:
Will not negotiate? Ah... So this is a war of conquest?
Thank you for clarifying.
Stormbringer
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No, we will not persue any aggressive measures against the Ottoman Empire. We have what we came for, the Orthodox people have been liberated. If the Ottoman Empire does not like that, we will fight to defend the Orthodox people. If the Ottoman Empire accepts it then we will have peace. We will not fight for the sake of fighting, and we will not occupy any muslim lands. But if the Ottoman Empire does not want the Orthodox people liberated there can be no negotiation.
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And we fight for the liberation of the Muslim peoples.
This is to all of Europe:
We proposed a moderate compromise in the middle to Russia. Religious toleration to their people in Constantinople. A cosmopolitan city where the religions could live in peace--as indeed they did until this damned war.
They rejected it. Flatly. Without negotiation.
Frankly, Russia aims to conquer Constantinople, to their own ends. The Russians are pursuing a war of conquest; they always have been; their armies were ready to attack at the slightest sign of Ottoman hesitation in withdrawal. Of course there were delays in the withdrawing procedures! Are we supposed to abandon lands we've held for three hundred years in only a year, to anarchy and destruction?
NO! We were not slow in withdrawing because of an unwillingness to withdraw. As you have seen, in my above treaty, I am willing to liberate all the nations Russia asks me to. I am giving all Christians in the empire a right to a country of their own. We were trying to make sure that the infrastructure of the land that we withdrew from remained intact.
Russia's attack was clearly agression. They had their troops lined up on the border--waiting for us to delay even a little!
This is a war of conquest for the Russians. They refuse to negotiate, they refuse to let any ounce of sense or compassion through in their diplomacy. They dictate terms, and they intend to annex swathes of land for themselves, they who preach the right to self determination. This is a war of agression, of blatant warmongering, and I say to the world, it shall not stand!
This is to all of Europe:
We proposed a moderate compromise in the middle to Russia. Religious toleration to their people in Constantinople. A cosmopolitan city where the religions could live in peace--as indeed they did until this damned war.
They rejected it. Flatly. Without negotiation.
Frankly, Russia aims to conquer Constantinople, to their own ends. The Russians are pursuing a war of conquest; they always have been; their armies were ready to attack at the slightest sign of Ottoman hesitation in withdrawal. Of course there were delays in the withdrawing procedures! Are we supposed to abandon lands we've held for three hundred years in only a year, to anarchy and destruction?
NO! We were not slow in withdrawing because of an unwillingness to withdraw. As you have seen, in my above treaty, I am willing to liberate all the nations Russia asks me to. I am giving all Christians in the empire a right to a country of their own. We were trying to make sure that the infrastructure of the land that we withdrew from remained intact.
Russia's attack was clearly agression. They had their troops lined up on the border--waiting for us to delay even a little!
This is a war of conquest for the Russians. They refuse to negotiate, they refuse to let any ounce of sense or compassion through in their diplomacy. They dictate terms, and they intend to annex swathes of land for themselves, they who preach the right to self determination. This is a war of agression, of blatant warmongering, and I say to the world, it shall not stand!
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
OOC: Like I said before, don't mess with the Bear's prey and the Bear will not mess with you. I'll type up a speech to this effect by the end of the night.
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OOC: The Bear will not stop with its line of prey until the entire world is consumed. You should really change your patterns from NES to NES, you know...
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Ah... not to butt in, but in goob's nes I did stay out of stormy's way for most of the nes ending up as the richest nation before the 2nd Armageddon... 
To Portugal
From Qing China
Once more we request the return of Macao's soverignity, something that was never granted to Portugal, back to her rightful owners. We are willing to offer one economy level in "compensation".
To Portugal
From Qing China
Once more we request the return of Macao's soverignity, something that was never granted to Portugal, back to her rightful owners. We are willing to offer one economy level in "compensation".
Swissempire
Poet Jester
To: The Papal States
From: The Basque Freedom Movement
Your Holiness, You must see the faith is schisming again. The reason is Papal inaction. Your most loyal Catholics are brutally opressed by Protestants and Muslim-sympathizers, and YOU STAND BY. Women and Children are massacred, and YOU STAND BY! The Pope has God on his side, as do the Basque people. Do you not see the signs? To hold together the faith you must assert your authority and mandate the creation of a Basque state. Honestly your Holiness, those of the Orthodox faith are granted freedom, and Us Catholics aren't?
From: The Basque Freedom Movement
Your Holiness, You must see the faith is schisming again. The reason is Papal inaction. Your most loyal Catholics are brutally opressed by Protestants and Muslim-sympathizers, and YOU STAND BY. Women and Children are massacred, and YOU STAND BY! The Pope has God on his side, as do the Basque people. Do you not see the signs? To hold together the faith you must assert your authority and mandate the creation of a Basque state. Honestly your Holiness, those of the Orthodox faith are granted freedom, and Us Catholics aren't?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Then the dissenters are right. You are nothing but a corrupt political puppet of a pope!
BTW: Das, what is the situation in the Basque Provinces. Are they occupied, under martial law? And What is Spain doing in this? We all know France's Dastardly Deeds! And in what stage is explosive and gun technology, and are the French Iron Ships being Constructed in Basque Yards?
Azale, who is the Pope, and how old is he?
OOC: Wubba, love the lines about people giving their lives for the emporer.
BTW: Das, what is the situation in the Basque Provinces. Are they occupied, under martial law? And What is Spain doing in this? We all know France's Dastardly Deeds! And in what stage is explosive and gun technology, and are the French Iron Ships being Constructed in Basque Yards?
Azale, who is the Pope, and how old is he?
OOC: Wubba, love the lines about people giving their lives for the emporer.
The Pope is a man by the name of Pompeo Aldrovandi and is about 40'ish.
From: Pope Innocent XIV
To: Basque Movement
Your blasphemous tongue can burn in hell for all I care, you seek your independence through the killing of thousands. As the leader of the Catholic world, I cannot support such a movement against another Catholic nation. Pure and simple. Is it only puppetry because you are not getting your way? Well sorry, it works that way when you kill people and you do not possess more guns than the other side your trying to defeat.
From: Pope Innocent XIV
To: Basque Movement
Your blasphemous tongue can burn in hell for all I care, you seek your independence through the killing of thousands. As the leader of the Catholic world, I cannot support such a movement against another Catholic nation. Pure and simple. Is it only puppetry because you are not getting your way? Well sorry, it works that way when you kill people and you do not possess more guns than the other side your trying to defeat.
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Osman IV
If this were India, the gurus would recognize what was happening. Well, for better or for worse, this was not India. The colic went undiagnosed for what it was. The Emperor of the Ottomans was having seizures, but they did not know why. They had tried applying all the principles of European medicine to him, but none seemed to reveal anything. Wringing their hands, the doctors had said there was no other explanation than that he was possessed by demons.
Ironically, for once they were right.
The Caliph tossed and turned in his restless sleep. By day he sometimes woke, his eyes glazed over, but at night he seemed to be dreaming the most horrible nightmares imaginable, and nothing would soothe him, not even the most powerful of sleeping draughts. He was wracked with pain, but nothing could soothe him, not even the most beautiful of his harem. He writhed and lashed out, fought against invisible demons.
A colic, unlike the usual medical application of that term, is a certain happening in a body where the soul of a person is suddenly confronted with another soul, seeking to enter the world in a developed body. The souls struggle for control of the body, and the body itself is tormented by this struggle; why would it not be, when the very essence of the being is being torn to shreds as it fights with another?
Usually, the ****oo soul wins. As it was here.
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Osman opened his eyes, which ached with how tightly they had been crushed shut. All of the muscles in his body felt taught, as though they had been stretched and clenched over and over in the past few dayswhich indeed, they had. He felt pain as deep as his bones... yet at the same time, he felt different. Lighter. Freer. As though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, as if something inside the very fiber of his being had changed, and for the better.
He sat up in the bed, and tried to call for a servant. A rattling gasp came out. He was surprised at how thirsty he was, at how his stomach moaned even more than any part of the rest of him. He looked around, saw a bell, reached over, ever so slowly, his arm trembling from the weakness. Osman tried to pick it up to ring it, but the bell fell from his fingers, slipping through to clatter on the floor with a metallic ring.
A servant came in to see what the noise was, and she stopped in the doorway, shocked to see the Emperor alive.
Food. Water, he croaked. She hurried to obey him; he massaged his throat, and looked about his room. Across it, on a wall, hung a map of the Ottoman Empire. In it were stuck pins of different colorsyes, he remembered. The Russians had betrayed him, attacked him. Yes, that was it. But... the pins had moved so far. They were in Constantinople!
Righteous anger filled him, anger at the betrayer, at the Demonic Bear that bore down on the Ottoman Empire.
And he prayed. Even with no water, with his throat cracking, he prayed.
Praise be to Allah, the Merciful, the Compassionate, he began to say with the rising of the sun in the eastern sky.
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If this were India, the gurus would recognize what was happening. Well, for better or for worse, this was not India. The colic went undiagnosed for what it was. The Emperor of the Ottomans was having seizures, but they did not know why. They had tried applying all the principles of European medicine to him, but none seemed to reveal anything. Wringing their hands, the doctors had said there was no other explanation than that he was possessed by demons.
Ironically, for once they were right.
The Caliph tossed and turned in his restless sleep. By day he sometimes woke, his eyes glazed over, but at night he seemed to be dreaming the most horrible nightmares imaginable, and nothing would soothe him, not even the most powerful of sleeping draughts. He was wracked with pain, but nothing could soothe him, not even the most beautiful of his harem. He writhed and lashed out, fought against invisible demons.
A colic, unlike the usual medical application of that term, is a certain happening in a body where the soul of a person is suddenly confronted with another soul, seeking to enter the world in a developed body. The souls struggle for control of the body, and the body itself is tormented by this struggle; why would it not be, when the very essence of the being is being torn to shreds as it fights with another?
Usually, the ****oo soul wins. As it was here.
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Osman opened his eyes, which ached with how tightly they had been crushed shut. All of the muscles in his body felt taught, as though they had been stretched and clenched over and over in the past few dayswhich indeed, they had. He felt pain as deep as his bones... yet at the same time, he felt different. Lighter. Freer. As though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, as if something inside the very fiber of his being had changed, and for the better.
He sat up in the bed, and tried to call for a servant. A rattling gasp came out. He was surprised at how thirsty he was, at how his stomach moaned even more than any part of the rest of him. He looked around, saw a bell, reached over, ever so slowly, his arm trembling from the weakness. Osman tried to pick it up to ring it, but the bell fell from his fingers, slipping through to clatter on the floor with a metallic ring.
A servant came in to see what the noise was, and she stopped in the doorway, shocked to see the Emperor alive.
Food. Water, he croaked. She hurried to obey him; he massaged his throat, and looked about his room. Across it, on a wall, hung a map of the Ottoman Empire. In it were stuck pins of different colorsyes, he remembered. The Russians had betrayed him, attacked him. Yes, that was it. But... the pins had moved so far. They were in Constantinople!
Righteous anger filled him, anger at the betrayer, at the Demonic Bear that bore down on the Ottoman Empire.
And he prayed. Even with no water, with his throat cracking, he prayed.
Praise be to Allah, the Merciful, the Compassionate, he began to say with the rising of the sun in the eastern sky.
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conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
to: Russia
From: Spain
We request that you return Constantinople to the Ottomans, you cannot just take away their capital for centuries. I thought you were liberating the people of the Balkens, not occupying them.
From: Spain
We request that you return Constantinople to the Ottomans, you cannot just take away their capital for centuries. I thought you were liberating the people of the Balkens, not occupying them.
